The twins and I sat on the train. I was wearing my robes, though the twins weren't. The lady with the trolley passed us, smiling sweetly. "Anything from the trolley dears?" She asked us. I shook my head, not feeling very hungry. The twins got a couple of items, slipping it into their bags for later. I looked back down at the newspaper I was reading, sighing.
"This is horrible. How can the ministry not know who conjured it? Isn't there any security or...?" I looked back at the twins. No one knew who conjured the mark in the sky that night. No one knew anything.
"Loads according to Dad." Fred said, shrugging as he popped a jelly bean into his mouth. I laughed as he pulled a gross face, shaking his head.
"That's what worried them so much." George told me, shaking his head.
"Happened right under their noses." Fred finished as the gross look on his face slowly disappeared. I knew my dad would want to hear about this from me. I'm sure he already knew but he would want to make sure I was ok. So when the twins left to put on their robes, I quickly wrote to my father. I would send the letter when we got to Hogwarts, but I needed to write to him now.
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When we got to Hogwarts, we were greeted with quite the surprise. The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic came flying down in their carriage flown by a multitude of Pegasus. None of us really knew why they were here. They were from France. An all girls' school of magic where the only requirement is the fact that you are a Veela or half-Veela. It's where my grandmother went. It's where my mum was supposed to go. "Well there's something you don't see everyday." George commented as all the Hogwarts students pressed up against each other, trying to catch a glimpse of the Veela girls. Then from the Black Lake, a large ship emerged from the water below, also approaching the castle. The Durmstrang Institute was from western Russia. They were a school of only boys and they do not accept muggle born witches or wizards. They think they are prestigious but I think they are just discriminatory.
Before any of us had a chance to greet the newcomers, we were moved into the Great Hall. I sat next to the twins, eagerly waiting to eat. I hadn't eaten much that day and I could hear my stomach getting restless. I sighed, resting my head on George's shoulder as Dumbledore stood up. "Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." The Great Hall doors creaked open as Filch started running through the hall. The twins snickered. "This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..." Filch ran up to Dumbledore, whispering something in his ear before running away the same way he ran in. This time, more students giggled and laughed. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Triwizard tournament." The twins looked back at each other, smiling.
"Wicked." I laughed, shaking my head as I rested my head on my hand, looking back at Dumbledore. This meal just got a whole lot more interesting.
"Now for those of you who do not know, the triwizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later." Some of the chattering stopped as Dumbledore smiled at all of us. "For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime." Dumbledore raises his arms as the Great Hall door opens. A group of girls dressed in blue dance up the aisle and release butterflies into the air. As they dance down the aisle, I notice all the boys staring lovingly after the girls, some of them stared lustfully, but I chose to ignore that. I looked back at the twins, both of them staring at the girls like they were the most beautiful girls they had ever seen. That's how George was staring at them. I looked back down at the table, waiting for their entrance to be over with. I hear the applause, mostly from boys, as they bow. They stayed at the front of the room before moving to the side, sitting with the Ravenclaws or the Hufflepuffs. Dumbledore walked back to his podium, smiling back at all of us as the boys quieted down. "And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff." The doors opened again and a series of older boys walked up the aisle brandishing bo staffs, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect. They were all handsome. Much like the Beauxbatons girls, they all looked perfectly sculpted. No acne, not a single blemish, perfect skin and built bodies. I caught myself blushing and staring as one of them smiled at me, winking as he walked by. I could feel George's eyes on me as I turned to look back at him. He almost looked jealous... but I refused to let myself think that George had any romantic feelings for me. I stared at George as his eyes softened but I looked away when the students got restless again. I turned my attention back to their headmaster, staring as we all saw Victor Krum walk into the room. I laughed as I looked back at Ron, who looked as though he would faint. The Dumstrang boys breathed out fire as their headmaster hugged Dumbledore. Then the Dumstrang boys joined the Slytherins as Dumbledore gave us all permission to start eating.
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We had been well on our way to finishing dessert when Dumbledore stood up again, walking towards the large goblet he had been standing next to earlier. It was glorious, completely gold and a couple feet tall by the look of it. "Your attention please! I would like to say a few words." The Great Hall was quiet once more as we stared up at Dumbledore. "Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the triwizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks." I looked back at the twins, who looked more engaged than ever.
"Wicked." They said in unison. I rolled my eyes at them, smiling.
"For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch." Thunder roars overhead as rain begins leaking through the roof and screams break out. I just laugh, letting my hair get a little damp from the rain. I love the rain almost as much as I love the snow. A strange man stands in the doorway, he casts some magic upwards and seals the roof. Peace is restored as the students stop streaming. All eyes travel to the man as he makes himself known to everyone else.
"Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody." I heard Ron say. My smile dropped as I stared back at the man. Alastor Moody was an Auror. Half the cells in Azkaban are full because of him. Though, most people think he's gone mad as a hatter. He limps as he walks towards Dumbledore. All of the professors looked at him warily as he shook hands with Dumbledore. He moved back to the side of the hall, taking a drink of something out of a flask. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't pumpkin juice. Barty Crouch Senior made his way next to Dumbledore, nodding at all of us as he stood there.
"After due consideration, the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the triwizard tournament. This decision is final." Barty Crouch started to talk louder as the students yelled and started booing him. I laughed as the twins yelled back at him too.
"That's rubbish!" They yelled. I laughed at the twins, shaking my head.
"As if you actually wanted to enter." I rolled my eyes at them, both of the boys nudging me.
"Silence!" Dumbledore yells, making the hall go quiet. I giggled quietly at all the pouting faces. Dumbledore casts magic over a box which melds into a goblet containing a blue flame. "The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the triwizard tournament has begun."
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Daughter of Black
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