The Durmstrang Girl : The Lost Potter

Chapter 4.Preparation

I woke up in my little log cabin, now decorated with pictures and posters covering most of the walls. The pictures where moving, jumping, crying with laughter, my friends at Yule ball dance rehearsal, every Sunday afternoon. There were also some ones staring blankly at me as if  I didn't exist, my adoptive parents, who treated me as if I just turned up on their doorstep one day, and that was it, I was theirs now, even though they had no real experience with children , let alone a witch.

I looked on my Bulgarian National Quidditch team calendar and saw that Monday was circled. It said THE FIRST TASK- 11'OCLOCK SHARP. GET THERE AT 10 FOR A SEAT!!! It's Saturday now so I have 2 days to help prepare Harry for the first task, which I'd said I'd do with my friends. We've grown closer from our first encounter of me trying to read his mind.

I got up, dressed in my uniform as Karkaroff said that 'us Durmstrangions must stay as smart as possible at all times, and in our uniforms when we are not doing anything that the uniform would not be suitable for'. So now I have to be in uniform for 90 % of the time. Oof. I left my cabin and went to breakfast.

When I joined the party, it was 11'oclock, so no one was there other than my friends who were at the staff table, like the time we first met. The whole gang was there! The Weasleys and golden trio included in  the deal.

"So why are we here helping the potter?" said Draco Malfoy. DRACO MALFOY??

"WHY are you here?"

"To pass these round, and to tell hemione she has to go to the dungeons with me, on request of Snape." he passed round these badges that said that Cedric was the Hogwarts champion, and that Harry stinks.
"Real mature." said Francesca as she picked up the badges and burnt them to a pile of ash on the floor. Hermione got up and left with him. I walked into an abandoned classroom later on to find them full of snogging, but that's a story for a different day.

After they'd left, we went to an empty classroom with a pile of cushions to practice summoning charms. Harry had a great idea on that one, to summon his broom from his dorm. I want to see Krum's face when that happens. We Wingardium leviosard the tables to the edges of the room and began. We played a few games like 'Accio the cushion when someone is holding it' and 'summon the cushion before it hits the floor when we drop it', but there where more pressing matters at hand with Karkaroff

Karkaroff is an ex death eater, and will do anything to ensure his safety, and if that means re-joining him, its plausible. It takes me a long time to begin to trust people, in fear that if I trust them to much, I'll get back stabbed, but I really don't trust him.. I just find it suspicious, especially as at random points, Harry clutches his.... lightning scar. Like my star scar.... He obtained it by a curse, I got mine when my magical parents died... COINSIDENCE? I THINK so. strange.....

I don't trust him, and even Scarlett doesn't like him, and says he's odd, she knows because she's an empath, like a legilemance but she only feels the emotions, and I probably never said she was an empath. She said He's always worried about stuff, slightly scared, I just don't get it, and this infuriates me because I like to keep an eye on things, and I hate this I because if anything ever happens, even if I have nothing to do with, I feel responsible. I don't know why, I'm just like that.

"ALAURA! Your turn!" I don't know who shouted, but it dragged me harshly down to reality. I quickly embarrassed myself by dropping my wand. I sent the cushion flying round the room in 'send the cushion flying round the room, try not to kill anyone and make harry get it before we get hit by our projectile and oh shoot it coming my way!' as named by Grace.

Karkaroff has always showed extreme favouritism for his golden boy, Victor Krum. well, ever since he became the nations favourite seeker. He would do anything for dear old Viki to win the games. He'd rig it! so everyone's tasks would be Potentially deadly. Wells I'd better put a stop to that. By taking matters into my own hands and interfering, because that's what I do best !!! RESPONSIBLE!