The Twins Who Lived

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Once Vasily was cleared merida and Alexi took him home, Vasily promising to write, The minister was definitely in hot water as he was pressed from two sides, the Bulgarian and Irish Ministers on one side, they were out for blood, they sent over there best players not to mention citizens who went for support only to have coffins brought back, the fact Ivan gave memories of the attack from Dahlia and Viktor only made it harder for fudge to keep up the act that this was caused by drunks. If that wasn't bad enough for the politician, he was in trouble with the I.C.W for his actions that were endangering dragons and Eggs alike, Dahlia had no problem adding fuel to that fire. The last days of summer flew by in a whirlwind of letters, packing and spending time with family, Harry's behavior continued to confuse Dahlia, her brother would go from loving and kind to acting like a prick and she never knew which harry she would be getting.

Fudge decided to sit under the table completely, he had a feeling he was going to make a bigger target of himself and he planned to make sure he stayed hidden, these movies were teaching him one thing, to never ever go into politics. Alastor and Albus shared a look at Harry's continued odd behavior, they had a hunch but Albus hoped it was wrong, Alastor was being more practical about it, given what he suspected the diary to be, he had a very good Theory that the same thing was affecting Harry's behavior.

The train flies past, zooming into the window as the group got comfortable in their seats, "Anything from the trolley, dears?" The trolley lady asked as she stopped in front of their door "Packet of Droobles and a Licorice Wand" Ron asked, handing over the coins, moving as the others took their turns "Hi Jean, how was your summer" Dahlia asked softly, handing over the galleons as she got her cauldron cakes "hello dearie, it was very good, I heard about the trouble at the match, were you and everyone alright?" jean asked, reminding Dahlia of a concerned grandma "Yes Jean, we are all ok thankfully" She said smiling softly, she paid extra, handing two Cauldron cakes to her "here for you and Neil" Dahlia said before retaking her seat.

"Jean? Neil?" Lucius asked confused, "Jean is the trolley lady's name, her husband, the conductor his name is Neil" Dahlia said, using her 'it's obvious' tone. "Only our daughter asks for the name of every person, creature and thing" Regulus said fondly "of course papa, it's the nice thing to do" she said as if it was obvious. "How she is so sweet, coming from such a house, will always remain a mystery" James muttered, thinking of her early memories.

Dahlia noticed harry wince, subtly touching his scar, she had noticed he did that a lot over summer, she wondered if the pain had anything to do with his mood swings. She leaned against Blaise as the train went, thinking it over.

Fleamont was getting a real bad feeling, he hoped it wasn't True, hoped his theory was wrong, he spent years as an auror, not many knew he also used to be a curse breaker. Which meant he knew a lot about dark and illegal curses and his knowledge was leading him to a conclusion he did not want to think about.

{The scene changed as it showed the Great Hall, Everyone seated as the last person is sorted}

"Well, now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament. For those of you who do not know the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when l say, these contests are not for the faint-hearted." Dumbledore explained as the Hall grew noisy with excitement and disbelief.

{The scene changed briefly as the silhouette of Alastor can be seen walking up to Hogwarts}

"Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. The rules and Everything else will be explained in greater detail when the other two schools come on Halloween" Dumbledore explained "wicked" Fred and George muttered, Dahlia shot them a look "if you even think about it no snacks for a year" she hissed from her spot at the Slytherin table they weren't that far from her, the twins immediately paled before nodding seriously "yes ma'am, we'll behave." The twins said

"To this day, that still works on them" Dahlia laughed, "not just them, that threat has all of us behaving like model citizens" Harry retorted, the others nodding in agreement.

Thunder shot through the great Hall across the enchanted ceiling drawing everyone's attention to Moody as he entered the hall, casting a spell to wave it off. "Bloody hell. It's Mad-Eye Moody." Ron said in disbelief and slight awe, "Alastor Moody? The Auror?" Hermione asked curiously, Dahlia stared at The man, feeling really really weirded out, the memory that showed was Of a dementor's kiss but that didn't make sense given he was an auror.

"That's how I die...." Barty asked quietly, his eyes wide, no one missed the look of disdain the group sent to the table fudge was hiding under.

"Auror?" She heard dean ask faintly, "Dark-wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though, these days." Ron explained softly. Moody walked up to the podium, shaking hands with Dumbledore "My dear old friend, thanks for coming." Dumbledore thanked. Moody limped away, leaning against the back wall, taking a sip of his flask.

Alastor stared at his appearance, "you lost the leg and eye in a fight against death eaters during the war, I think 2 years from now." Hermione explained softly, knowing he was curious but wouldn't ask. "In our time you're seen as a hero, if a bit paranoid" Harry added.

"What's that he's drinkin', do you suppose?" Pansy asked, "definitely not pumpkin juice" Draco muttered, watching as the man put it away.

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Until next time my pups

• Mischief Managed•