It was interesting having the other school's here, but what was a disappointment to many was that they still were required to study.
I was rushing to my meeting with Barty, I was late.
I ran into Hermione, "Ariana, I was looking for you, I was wondering if you can help me..."
"I'm sorry Hermione, but Professor Moody asked for me."
"Oh, it's fine. I won't keep you."
"Thank you," I said about to continue on my way, "Oh, I bet Viktor Krum can help you out."
"Really?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"Thank you, Ariana."
I then rushed to Moody's room, mentally slapping myself as I realized that I could have apparated here, but oh well.
"You're late," Moody said with a growl.
"Sorry, Barry."
He sighed, closing the door with a wave of his wand, transforming back to himself, cursing the eyeball in the process.
"I need to speak to you about the tournament, you know what I plan, and I do not want to hurt you, but you can't stop my plan."
"I can't even if I wanted to," I muttered.
"I need you to be well prepared. So I will teach you some dark-arts."
"Really?" I was fascinated at the fact that I can learn more magic, but I knew that I couldn't break any rules, yet again... I don't exist. I have a tomb somewhere, literally. I am a ghost.
"Yes, you seem okay with it."
"I have nothing to lose, but do you happen to know the spell that changed me?"
"Yeah, I have the parchment here," he handed it to me, "We will begin tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you." I left the room.
I went to the library to see if Hermione actually went to see Viktor for help. I saw them laughing and talking excitedly about the work.
I smiled.
Later on we were gathered in the great hall the goblet in front of us. My father, Dumbledore, reading out the names that flew off. Viktor, Fleur, Ariana, and surprise Harry.
Hermione nudged him up there as he was surprised, poor kid was getting stared at.
In the other room where the champions were sitting. The professors were confused.
"What kind of game are you playing, Dumbledore!?" Karkaroff said.
Dumbledore then asked a series of questions to Harry.
I made small talk with the other candidates, wondering if they had any idea what we were to face, I knew and my father glared at me.
"Ariana, this wasn't the plan." He whispered yelled at me.
"I know, but it's the easiest," I lowered my voice, "their are dragons," I said excitedly.
He groaned, but smiled anyway. I hugged him, "I am a Dumbledore anyway, nothing will go wrong."
I keep forgetting, you already grew up.
"Yes, after this year I will be happy to have the cure," I said with a sigh.
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"Ariana, how?" Barty asked me, during our session.
"After you left, I put my name in. The goblet sensed my urgency."
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Dumbledore's Heir-Remastered
FanfictionMy name is Ariana, but lately everyone around me had been calling me Black. That's what they call me. That color they labeled me with means nothing to me. It's Ironic since I am the complete opposite of it. I have snowy white hair and blue eyes. Why...