Eyes on the Stars Feet on the Ground

Mad-Eye Moody

"You really had the Tri-Wizard Tournament?" Bart Crouch Senior's eager eyes turned to his future grandson, "truly?"

"We did," Eleanor answered in Cielo's stead, gripping his hand tightly, "it wasn't as great as it sounds."

"Why couldn't they have done it in our time?" Rabastan whined, "Bella, I would make a great champion, right?"

"No," Bellatrix shot Rabastan down instantly, "you'd make a horrible champion. I would do much better than you. Even Rodo would fit the role more than you."

"Can't disagree," Rodolphus smirks, ganging up with his wife to pick on his brother, "you would indeed make a horrible champion."

"Shh," Bianca hushed the three, turning her eyes to the vision, "I want to see more."

"No way!" cheers and shouts erupt in the hall, once again. The Weasley twins have proven their vocal chords superior once again, as their voice are heard throughout the chaos.

Dumbledore once again silences the crowd. "However," he held up a hand, "due to the historic dangers of the tournament, an age limit has been place. Only those of age, seventeen and above, may participate."

"Unfair!" the Weasely twins shouted amongst the crowd. Cielo thought that they were far too loud for their own good.

"I can't believe the Tri-Wizard tournament is really happening," Dominick Abbot whispered excitedly as Dumbledore continued explaining, "what do you think Cielo?"

"Disaster waiting to happen," Cielo answers immediately, "over the two years we've been in Hogwarts, there has been absolutely no peace. Not only did we have a basilisk of all things stalking our halls, we still have an active murderer on the loose. Not only that, but a terrorist group that was unbeatable, at least until a literal magical anomaly killed of it's leader, has risen once again and caused an international spectacle. You're telling me that now is the best time for a dangerous, life-threatening contest?"

"He does have a point," Minerva reluctantly agreed, "in the circumstances of the future, hosting two other important magical schools isn't a wise move. We may know Sirius is innocent, but the rest of the country doesn't. To them, an active murderer is on the loose, as well as the death eaters. If one of the foreigners gets harmed, that's asking for war. We haven't had a worldwide magical war since Grindelwald, and I highly doubt another one is desired. What exactly is running through people's heads in the future?"

"I cannot answer that," Dumbeldore sighs, "perhaps the long period of peace has made them complacent."

"That could be," Minerva accepts Dumbledore's answer to her rhetorical question, "although, Albus, I wasn't truly looking for an answer."

"I know," Albus replied cryptically. Minerva sighed; her mentor could be frustrating at times.

"Who cares?" Daniel Webberman exclaims, "this is a once in a life-time occurrence, Cielo! The Tri-Wizard Tournament hasn't been held in years. We're going to live through something that will go down in history."

"I guess it is exciting," Cielo relaxed slightly. In the back of his head, however, worry still ran rampant, pushed back by his unwillingness to accept it.

The welcoming feast continued for a while before, suddenly, the sky above began to thunder. Not completely abnormal, after all, the sky on Hogwarts' ceiling mimicked the weather outside. What was strange, however, was who stopped it.

"Pesky weather," the Mad-Eye Moody said gruffly as he peg-legged into the hall, "you ought to take care of that."

"Is that Mad-Eye Moody?" Dominic's jaw dropped, "isn't he responsible for, like, half the cells in Azkaban being filled?"