Weasley Charm | Fred Weasley

Chapter 4-12: The First Task

Delaney walked through the corridors with Harry during one of their rather long breaks between classes. She couldn't help but notice several students wearing large pins on their robes. She knew Harry noticed them too.

"Can you see what they say?" Delaney asked.

"No, not really. It seems that they change what they say every few seconds," Harry said. He was right though, every few seconds they would switch from green to red.

Delaney focused her eyes on one of the buttons. Understanding filled her when she read, "Potter stinks."

"Well it's nice to see that people are taking sides," Harry muttered, walking into the courtyard.

"Harry, don't listen to them," she urged him.

As Harry walked over to Cedric, Delaney sat down on a bench not far from them. She watched as Malfoy sat perched up on a tree, talking as he looked at Harry. She could tell he was planning something. And without surprise, just as Delaney and Harry were about to leave the courtyard, he finally decided to act on it.

"Why so tense Pottah?" Malfoy called out. "My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in this tournament," he paused as he jumped down from the tree. "He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five."

Harry stalked toward Malfoy, annoyance riddled all over his face, "I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy."

"Harry, calm down," Delaney urged quietly behind him.

Harry continued, ignoring her, "He's vile and cruel. And you're just pathetic."

"Pathetic!" Draco challenged angrily, drawing his wand as Harry walked closer.

"Oh no you don't, sonny," Mad-Eye ran over as quickly as he could, aiming a charm at Malfoy. What was once Draco Malfoy, the annoying git that he was, was now a white ferret. Delaney had to bring her hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh. "That'll teach you to cross someone when their back is turned," Moody said as he began to lift the ferret into the air.

"Professor Moody! What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall rushed to the scene.

"Teaching," Moody muttered coldly.

"Is that a...is that a student?"

"Technically it's a ferret," he shrugged.

Delaney looked at Harry before the two of them started laughing even harder than they had been already. Professor McGonagall was quick to transform Malfoy back to his original shape. Delaney much preferred him in ferret form if she was being honest.

Malfoy stood quickly, putting a distance between himself and Mad-Eye, "My father will hear about this!"

"Is that a threat?" Moody asked, chasing after Malfoy.

"Professor Moody!" McGonagall called in her stern voice.

"Is that a threat?" said Moody.

"Professor Moody!" said McGonagall again.

"I can tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair, boy!" Moody yelled after him. But Malfoy was long gone.

"Alastor!" McGonagall said in the voice students had been known to shake in fear in the past.

"It doesn't end here!" Moody yelled in the direction that Malfoy had run off.

"Alastor. We never use Transfiguration as a punishment. Surely Dumbledore told you that," McGonagall said in a calmer yet still deadly voice.

"He might have mentioned it," Moody admitted reluctantly.

"Well you will do well to remember it," McGonagall said before she turned to the students, "Away!"