Call Me Em

Visitors

Chapter Seven: Visitors

***Embry's POV***

"Are you excited?" Ginny asked as everyone made their way towards the main doors leading to the grounds. It was October twenty fourth which meant the students from Beaubuxtons and Durmstrong would be arriving today and then the Goblet would be lit to signify the start to the tournament.

"I guess," I couldn't help but laugh as I spotted Ron a little bit ahead of us. He was craning his neck to try and spot Durmstrong early even though they weren't here. He was excited to see Victor Krum up close, it was like the guy was his God. I was about to drag her up towards them but of course the twins appeared there with Lee. Since George's "apology" things had gotten worse between us. We wouldn't even speak a word to one another and over the past couple weeks Fred had spent more time with his brother so I hadn't seen much of him lately. "Seems like Ron is ecstatic."

"He'd marry Krum if he could." Ginny agreed as I felt a warm hand take mine in theirs and smiled as I turned to see Cedric there with Hannah and another one of his friends, Ernie.

"We've been looking for you," Cedric gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "I figured you guys would be with Hermione."

"She's with Ron who is currently being mocked by our brothers." Ginny nodded over at the group that was about six feet ahead of us. With more people filling in you could really only see the group by spotting Fred and George's heads sticking above the others due to their height.

"When do you think they're going to get here?" I asked as I craned my neck, trying to see any sign of the other schools arriving.

"There!" Ernie pointed up at the sky. He was loud enough to gain everyone's attention as we all followed his finger. Up in the sky I spotted when looked like a flying house coming closer and closer, it seemed as if horses were pulling it. A handful of the taller students ended up having to duck as the house thing came closer and landed in front of the crowd. With a closer look at the house thing I saw that it had beautiful designs carved into it, it had to the Beaubuxtons.

Everyone watched as a boy dressed in blue silk jumped out of the house/carriage thing and did something to make golden steps appear. As soon as he did that a crowd of stunning young girls made their way out and gathered around it. All the guys had dropped jaws as they just stared at the girls in pure awe and some even in lust. I couldn't help but smile a little when I realized Cedric didn't seemed fazed by their looks and kept an arm wrapped around me. Even he stared in awe though when a woman that looked to be over eight feet tall made her way out of the carriage.

"Madame Maxine, a pleasure." Dumbledore greeted the huge woman and kissed her hand. I didn't listen as the two headmasters spoke with one another and all the visitors made their way inside the castle. Now all that was left was the boys of Durmstrong.

"Over there!" A student yelled as he pointed over at the Black Lake. We all turned to look there next and I was amazed to see the largest ship I'd ever seen before breaking the water's surface. An older man exited the ship first and was followed by a young man in a thick brown fur coat and then a couple dozen other young men on his heels.

"That's Viktor Krum!" Ron's voice sounded above the crowd as others started to murmur in agreement. The man in the brown coat certainly was Viktor Krum, seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team. The boys all stared in awe while girls looked over the Quidditch star and his classmates with lust filled eyes. Some of these girls could really use a nice splash of water to the face. As Dumbledore spoke with the other headmaster I noticed Krum looking at someone in the crowd but I couldn't see who it was before he was ushered inside by his headmaster. Who caught the star's eye?

"Students, make your way inside for the feast!" Dumbledore ushered us all in. Cedric gave me a quick peck on the cheek before we separated at the Great Hall and went to our own tables. As I sat with Harry, Hermione, and Ron I noticed that the Durmstrong boys were seated at the Slytherine table and the Beaubuxtons students were seated with Ravenclaw. Dumbledore gave a quick speech to welcome the students before the feast began.

"What is that stuff?" I heard one of the other Gryffindors comment about the different foods spread across the table tonight. I didn't recognize any of the new dishes myself but I assumed that they were French or Russian dishes to suffice the visiting students. Not very hungry I helped myself to a little bit of a French dish that was surprisingly delicious.

"May I 'ave zat?" A strong French accent asked from behind me. Across the table from me I saw Ron and Harry's eyes go wide while beside me Hermione just looked annoyed. I turned around to see a stunning blonde girl standing there and pointing at the dish of food I was eating.

"S-sure," Ron stuttered as his face went as red as his hair. I stifled a laugh as I handed the dish over to the girl who gave me a warm smile in return.

"Merci," she thanked me before walking back to her spot at the Ravenclaw table. Almost all the boys in the Hall followed the swing of her hips with their eyes, nearly drooling. For the rest of the feast I simply listened to Ron and Harry as they talked about the tournament while Hermione threw in some comments here and there, often about how stupid they sounded. Finally when dessert was over the food disappeared and Dumbledore stood at the front of the hall with a man dressed in nice clothes.

"Students and visitors, I assume you all know Mr. Barty Crouch with the Ministry." Dumbledore introduced the man to us and I felt myself go cold at the last word. As far as I knew the Ministry still didn't know that I was alive and I had planned on keeping it that way. I didn't like the idea of one of their workers running around the school grounds. I chewed on the inside of my cheek nervously and dug my fingernails into my palms out of my nervousness, not hearing a word that Dumbledore or Crouch were saying about the tournament. By the time we were all excused my palms were bleeding from where my nails had long since broken skin and the inside of my cheek was raw and close to bleeding too. I hurried out of my seat as soon as Dumbledore sent us off to bed and out of the room ahead of everyone else.

"Miss Dobbs." I froze before hurrying up the steps, towards Gryffindor Tower. I turned to see none other than Professor Moody standing there with a twisted smirk on his face.

"Yes Professor?" I asked politely as I spotted Cedric over his shoulder. He was watching us from where he stood with Hannah, Ernie, and a few others, obviously concerned.

"I'd like to speak with you in my office." He grabbed my arm and started leading me up the stairs. I glanced over my shoulder again to see Cedric making his way towards us but he stopped when I shook my head slightly and gave him a small forced smile. He returned it but didn't take his eyes off of me until Moody and I had left his sight. Moody didn't say a word as we made the long trek up to his office in one of the towers. I didn't understand why the D.A.D.A classroom was so far off from the others.

"Sit girl." He let go of me when we reached his classroom and he shut the door behind us.

"May I ask what this is about Professor?" I did as I was told and sat down at one of the desks.

"How did you get those scars?" He raised a brow at me.

"I had an accident last year." I fumbled over my words slightly. Only a handful of people knew what had happened last year with Sirius and Lupin, everyone thought that I'd gotten my scars from the Whomping Willow, not Lupin.

"Werewolves can be quite nasty, can't they?" His words made me look up from my lap and right at him with wide eyes.

"How-" I started.

"I've fought things much nastier than werewolves in my time." He cut me off with a laugh. "If it'd really been a tree that did that then your scars would be able to be removed. Werewolf scars are the only ones that no magic can remove, they can be hidden though."

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows in confusion as I felt my black hair start to turn a light shade of purple.

"That," he motioned to my hair. "Hasn't anyone told you the full capabilities of being a metamorphmagus?"

"It can alter appearances like my hair and eye color, most commonly with emotions. Why?" I leaned forward in my seat a bit.

"It can take away your scars." He grinned.