It's the Golden 5's fourth year at Hogwarts. Two European schools will join Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. But what if the Tournament was a set up and Voldemort rose to power. What will happen when one of the Golden 5 loses a family member...
Professor McGonagall's irritated voice cracked like a whip through the Transfiguration class on Thursday, and the three jumped and looked up. It was the end of the lesson; we all had finished our work; the guinea fowl we had been changing into guinea pigs had been shut away in a large cage on Professor McGonagall's desk. Neville's still had feathers. We had copied down our homework from the blackboard. Describe, with examples, the ways in which Transforming Spells must be adapted when performing Cross-Species Switches.
"Now that Potter, Horan and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age," said Professor McGonagall, with an angry look at the pair of them as the head of Harry's haddock drooped and fell silently to the floor - Ron's parrot's beak had severed it moments before - "I have something to say to you all. The Yule Ball is approaching - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above - although you may invite a younger student if you wish -"
Ew. A Ball. Lavender Brown let out a shrill giggle. Parvati Patil nudged her hard in the ribs, her face working furiously as she too fought not to giggle. They both looked around at Harry. I rolled my eyes. Professor McGonagall ignored them, which I thought was distinctly unfair, as she had just told off him, Jake and Ron.
"Dress robes will be worn," Professor McGonagall continued, "and the ball will start at eight o'clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then -"
Professor McGonagall stared deliberately around the class.
"The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to - er - let our hair down," she said, in a disapproving voice.
Lavender giggled harder than ever, with her hand pressed hard against her mouth to stifle the sound. I could see what was funny this time: Professor McGonagall, with her hair in a tight bun, looked as though she had never let her hair down in any sense.
"But that does NOT mean," Minnie went on, "that we will be relaxing the standards of behavior we expect from Hogwarts students. I will be most seriously displeased if a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way. I will not have you acting like a bunch of bambling, bumbling bunch of baboons."
On the side I saw the Weasley twins on the side. The twins sent me wide smiles.
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"Mr. Weasley," McGonagall called.
Ron rose from his seat and approached our professor.
