Snowflakes {Harry Potter}

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****Lyra's P.O.V.****

"Ly. Ly? LYRA?! WAKE UP YOU LAZY BUM!" I heard a faraway voice call to me. They started shaking me, and their faraway voice became not-so-faraway. I slowly and groggily sat up, blinking until the blurriness subsided.

"We're here, Lyra. Get up already. We've been trying to wake you for ages!" Hermione was waving her arms around like a crazy person.

"Oh, hi Hermione." I looked down at my wrinkled robes and muttered a spell to fix them. "Let's go!" I waved them out of the compartment, only to realize we weren't in the compartment anymore; we were in one of the carriages.

Harry must've noticed my confused face, because he spoke up. "We carried you here because you wouldn't wake up," he lowered his voice a bit, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Harry, just n-n-nightmares," I yawned on the last word.

"What about?"

"Bright green lights, screams, and the dark mark. And the worst part was that I found a sickening pleasure in it."

Hermione, who had been listening, went pale. "Were there tents everywhere? And small shops?"

"Now that you mention it, yeah, why?"

"Ly, remember when Harry and I left to go to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys?" I nodded. "That's what you saw, I think. It must've been from that. Did you see the newspaper around then?"

I nodded. I don't think now would be the time to mention that Sirius didn't get the Daily Prophet; he said it was rubbish.

We got to the Great Hall, and I sat down, my mind still on the Quidditch Cup. Once the students had need sorted and we finished our feast, Dumbledore stood up to make his usual speech.

"Now that we are all fed and watered, I have a special announcement to make. This year, Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament-"

"YOU'RE JOKING!" Fred shouted over the rest of the sudden chatter, interrupting Dumbledore.

"No, Mr. Weasley, I am not joking. But now that you mention it, over the summer I did hear a good one about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun that went onto a bar-" McGonagall cleared her throat. "Ah, but now is not the time. Yes, where was I? I'm afraid I must offer a small explanation to those of you who don't know what this tournament. Those of who who are already acquainted may allow your attention to wander freely." As I remembered reading about this in a book, I zoned out for most of it.

". . . the schools will be arriving on Halloween, and I hope you'll show them respect." Dumbledore sent us off to bed, and I felt home again under the covers.

"Lyra. *poke*Lyra. *poke* Lyra,*poke* Ly-"

"WHAT?!"

"Dumbledore wants to see us." Hannah smirked at my rat's nest bun and grumpy face. I quickly dressed in my uniform, and ran to meet Hannah at the gargoyle before class.

"Chocolate frogs," we walked up the -huge - set of stairs

"Ah, hello, girls." Hermione, Sarah, and Lucy were also in the room. "I'm sure you all remember Halloween of last year?"

"Yes. . ." we chorused in almost identical skeptical voices.

"Since your performance was enjoyed so much last year, I was wondering if you would like to represent Hogwarts when the other schools arrive?"