The Daughter of Voldemort

Chapter 1

"Why does she look so familiar?" Harry whispered loud enough for Hermione and Ron to hear. The Hogwarts express rumbled to life as the girl Harry was referring to struggled to hurry her things onto the train by herself. 

"Harry," Hermione's voice rang, drawing Harry's attention away from the window where he had been watching the familiar girl, "That's Veronica Marvolo. She's been in the Gryffindor house with us for three years. Of course she looks familiar."

"No, not like that," Harry defended, looking back out the window to make sure the pale girl with dark brown hair made it on the train, "I mean I feel like I know her from somewhere. Don't you remember me telling you she looked familiar our first day here?"

"You probably have seen her in Diagon alley or something," Hermione suggested, rolling her eyes at Harry.

"Oh, shut it you two," Ron chimed in, "I seem to remember us having this exact conversation like three times already." This led Ron and Hermione off into another conversation, leaving Harry to ponder his mind on his own.

Several hours later, the train rumbled to a stop in the Hogsmeade station. The first year students parted on their separate path to the boats as the rest of the school absentmindedly filed into the self-pulling carriages. 

"What is she doing?" Harry stopped abruptly, causing Ron and Hermione to run into Harry's back, nearly causing them all to fall to the ground. 

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Harry?" Ron groaned as he steadied himself. 

"Look," Harry pointed to the girl from earlier. She seemed to be talking to thin air- reaching her hand out and stroking an invisible object directly in front of one of the carriages. "What is she-"

"Good God, Harry," Hermione interrupted, "If you like the girl, just go talk to her."

"No, it's not like-" Harry started to defend himself, but his two best friends had already started walking towards an empty carriage. Harry spared one last look to the girl before running to catch up with them. 

The sorting of the first years came and went. Dinner consisted mostly of Hermione pouting about the house elves that work for Hogwarts. She refused to eat from the feast when she heard of the 'slave labor'. But dinner went by quickly and before long, Professor Dumbledore was standing behind the center of the teacher's table. The noise in the dining hall fizzled out within seconds, "Now that we are all fed and watered..."

Dumbledore continued with his annual speech about Filch's new rules and the forbidden forest. Harry wasn't paying much attention until Dumbledore made a new addition to the welcome speech, "I regret to inform you that the Inner-house Quidditch cup will not be taking place this year."

"What?" Harry gasped as a roar of confusion and disappointment filled the dining hall.

"Quiet, quiet," Professor Dumbledore said calmly, "This is only because we have a special event that will be starting in October and lasting throughout the entire year.  This year, Hogwarts will become the proud host for the Triwizard Tournament!"

"You're kidding!" said George Weasley loudly. Everyone laughed at this and Dumbledore shared in a quick chuckle.

"I am not, Mr. Weasley! For those of you who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition established some 700 years ago between the three biggest Wizarding schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. A champion will be chosen from each school to compete in a series of magical events. As many of you know, the tournament was discontinued several years ago for safety reasons, but we have been working hard over the summer to ensure the safety for all whom are involved! 

"The champions will compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory for their school, and a thousand galleons prize money! As eager as I know you all are, the heads of each school as well as the Ministry of Magic has decided to impose an age restriction upon the contenders this year. For safety reasons, anyone who competes must be at least 17 years old."

Murmurs of disappointment filled the room and soon enough everyone was dismissed to their dorms.

"This is so unfair!" Ron exclaimed as the Gryffindors filed into the common room, "By the time the triwizard tournament comes back around, we will already be graduated."

"Don't be so closed minded, little bro," George and his twin brother Fred appear out of nowhere. 

"What?" Ron looking to see his brother's solution, "You two aren't of age either. How do you expect to get in?"

"Simple," Fred and George say in unison, "aging potion!"

"You really think a silly aging potion is going to get your name entered in that cup?" Hermione chimes in, looking up from her textbook, "I've heard Dumbledore will be assuring the age requirement isn't broken himself."

"That's the beauty of it, Hermione," Fred and George seem unfaltered, "the idea of an aging potion is so simple that Dumbledore is bound to overlook it!"

Hermione sighed loudly, shaking her head back in forth and burying herself back in a textbook.

As the night went on, George and Fred relayed every detail of their plan that they had seemed to come up with on the walk from the dining hall to the Gryffindor corridor. The rest of the people in the common room trickled out, each of them eager to get back to their familiar bedrooms. Even hermione left after only a few minutes. But at ten till eleven, Ron and Harry made the familiar route to their dormitory and quickly unpacked, throwing miscellaneous items in random drawers before settling down for the night. Harry drifted off to sleep with a smile deeply embedded in his face, for he was back home.