𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 ~𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝕾𝖎𝖝

(As always feel free to correct any mistakes)

𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚜

"ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀɪꜱᴋ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ." ― ᴛ.ꜱ. ᴇʟɪᴏᴛ

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

You would think that this 'elite' magical school would be more considerate of their students well-being. I mean it's a bloody castle, they shouldn't need any more money or press that hosting this tournament would bring.

When I left the Hayes' for the first time last year I didn't ask about the policies or regulations that came with attending Hogwarts, but quite frankly I didn't care. Anything would be better than that house. Right?

Wrong.

In the years I spent fearing for my safety, never once was I drugged and bound to the bottom of a lake.

First time for everything, I guess.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the first task, to say everyone was excited would be an understatement. Krum and Harry being tied caused more problems than you'd imagine: they were always pitted against each other but now it was amplified, as if it was just the two of them in the games.

Ron locked himself in his dormitory most of the time. After two days his groaning and complaining was less enjoyable than I thought it would be. He couldn't walk without tripping his every step, every time he put on his robes he basically tore it to shreds with his fingernails, and he was beginning to gag at just the look of food.

Maybe I took it a bit too far.

Maybe.

"What if you transfigure yourself into a submarine," I suggested, half-serious.

Hermione scoffed lightly as she held the ruler up to the Bowtruckle we were instructed to examine. "That's ridiculous, we probably won't even learn human transfigurations till sixth year." She looked down and quickly wrote on the paper, filling in the blank next to height. "4.3 inches."

Harry tapped his pencil against the table absently, not bothering to even flip open to the correct page.

"At least you know what the task is. That's one step closer." I stuck out my finger and let the tiny green insect hook onto my finger tip.

"Sure," Harry huffed, setting his pencil on the table and putting his head in his hands. "Why are the champions being forced to compete and do school?"

"To be fair the other champions aren't preparing for O.W.L.S., so they must've thought it'd be fine," offered Hermione, trying to bring some explanation to the outrageous requirements. "Speaking of- Ron really shouldn't be missing this many classes. He's already...well...less advanced."

My stomach knotted up at the mention of the boy I was borderline torturing in secret.

I wish for nothing more than to live on this earth feeling absolutely nothing. No guilt, no sadness, no anger. Just contentment.

I wondered if whatever magic ran through the Roux bloodline involved a heightened sense of emotion. There wasn't any logical explanation as to why I felt empathy towards someone who has been so cruel.

Hermione closed her completed notebook, "Have you notice his strange behavior Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Ron." Hermione shot back.