Ezra Potter the cousin of the chosen one. The lover of Charlie Weasley. His life felt complete, but things quickly change as the Trizwizards Tournament goes very wrong.
Love is lost and new ones are found.
Ezra Potter will fight for those he cares...
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Sing you're lungs out.
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Nobodies POV
Hogwarts castle. Great Hall. Night.
The hall glows magically, decked out for the start-of-term feast. Albus Dumbledore addresses the House tables from the top of the hall while Flitwick, Hagrid, McGonagall and Snape look on. Filch glowers from the rear doors.
"Mr. Filch, our beloved caretaker, has informed me that the list of objects forbidden within the castle now includes Screaming YoYos, Fanged Frisbees, Ever-Bashing Boomerangs and Chocolate Marshmallow Bunnies." Dumbledore says
A mischievous beat. "I'm joking about that last one. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items and may be viewed in Mr. Filch's office." Dumbledore says
"Mental. Always has been." Ron says
Harry grins, glances to the Slytherin table, sees Draco rolling his eyes at Dumbledore.
He feels a nudge and he turns, flushing when he finds that it's Ezra wiggling his eyebrows at him. Harry flushes, embarrassed.
"Now. There is, apparently, a rather nasty rumor flying about the school that Quidditch will not be played this year. That rumor, I'm here to tell you...is absolutely true." Dumbledore says
Indignation fills the hall. Dumbledore smiles in amusement.
"There is an explanation, you see, Hogwarts will this year play host to a legendary event. An event that has not taken place in over one hundred years...The Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore says
Excitement shakes the hall, one voice ringing clear: "You're joking!" Fred exclaims, his eyes catching Ezra's, sending him a wink.
Ezra chuckles, amused. It was Harry's turn to nudge him, which quickly turned into a nudging match.
"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley. For those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament was originally conceived some seven centuries ago as a way for the three largest European wizardry schools to engage in a series of magical contests while their respective student bodies experienced the benefits of cross-cultural social intercourse." Dumbledore says
A crackling, albeit bewildered, silence hangs in the air.
"In other words: One got to spend an entire year getting to know people who spoke a funny language. Unfortunately due to a distressing high death toll, the Tournament was canceled..." Dumbledore says
Hermione's brow knits with dark concern.
"...until now. Tomorrow, delegations from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magical Arts and the Durmstrang school of Wizardry will journey to Hogwarts. This year, our home will be their home. I ask only that you endeavor to make it a happy one." Dumbledore says
