Okay this is like a crossover between The Hidden Princess (one of my fanfics) and Harry Potter. One of the characters is Norwegian so at the end of each chapter I will let you know what each some Norwegian words mean. Hope you enjoy the story!
Let's get one thing straight: I am a princess, but I'm not a prissy pink princess who can't do anything for herself. Most people don't even know I'm a princess. My name is Ella (my friends call me Els) and I'm the heir to a small fairy kingdom. I am half fairy, half wizard. My dad is Lord Voldemort and he killed my mom, the queen, when I was 5 and my sister was 1. I am NOTHING like him. Except for right now. At the moment I'm pretending to be him, as Harry Potter battles me. Apparently it's supposed to help him when he needs to battle the real deal. I'm winning but no surprise there. We're the same age (13) but he's a 3rd year and I'm a 6th year. I skipped a few years.
"That'll be enough for now." Dumbledore cut in. I nodded to Harry and stepped back.
"Great job mate." Ron said "Who'd you get to be he-who-must-not-be-named?"
"A 6th year student your age named Ella" Dumbledore simply stated. "You can change into your normal clothes, get Hermione to help with the spells."
"'K." I left the room with Hermione.
"So, when are you going to tell them?" She asked while I changed into my clothes.
"Yea, I'm going to go up to them and say 'Hi! Nice to meet you. By the way I'm the daughter of the person who killed your mom and dad. Want to visit Hogsmeade sometime?' They'll hate me." I said "I'll tell them some other time."
"Fine. Will you at least tell them you're a fairy princess?" She said in between lifting the spells that helped me look and sound like him.
"They'll think I'm a freak if I tell them I'm a fairy and people treat me differently when they find out I'm a princess." I replied.
One year later
"So are you planning on entering the Tournament" Ron asked through a mouthful of food.
"Maybe and that's disgusting. Don't talk with your mouth full." I said, not looking up from the Daily Prophet. Ron was about to say something when a voice from behind me said "Good Morning, beautiful." I turned and smiled up at Draco while behind me Harry and Ron fake gagged.
"Why don't you crawl back to whatever hole you came from." Ron snapped
"I have the right to say good morning to my girlfriend, Weasley." He sneered back.
"I'm heading to my next class. See you at lunch." I cut in before Ron could retort. I gathered all my stuff and left the great hall.
"Ella! Can we talk for a bit?" Draco asked me as I headed for lunch.
"Sure, what's up?" I asked. Draco looked uncomfortable.
"I think we should break up." He blurted out after a long pause.
"What! Why?" I asked not sure if I had heard him correctly.
"It's just, I don't like the people you hang out with as much. I don't think it's right for a pure blood like you to be hanging out with mudbloods and blood traitors, and the guys have been tal-"
"So, you care more about your reputation more than you care about me? If that's all I'll be going. Have a nice life." I spat trying not to let the tears show. I left him standing there as I ran to the Gryffindor commons. There wasn't any afternoon classes due to students from other schools arriving for the tournament. I was planning to read but I no longer felt like doing that anymore. All I felt like doing was cry.
"Els, what's wrong?" Hermione asked me a few minutes later.
"Draco broke up with me because and I quote 'I don't think it's right for a pure blood like you to be hanging out with mudbloods and blood traitors'. He broke up with me because I hang out with you guys." I sobbed.
"I wish I could make you feel better. Do you want to go with me to see the other schools arrive?" She asked. I nodded and wiped away the tears.
"So apparently in the past, a fairy would also compete in the tournament. It hasn't been that way for nearly a century but Dumbledore may bring back the tradition. What do you think?" Hermione said as we exited the common room. I rolled my eyes.
"The fairies didn't participate due to a bad dispute. I t almost resulted in a war. In order for the fairies to want to come here Dumbledore would have had to talk it out with them. He would have had to start 10 years ago because fairies hold big grudges." I responded.
"Okay, so the fairies won't be present. Will you enter the tournament? You would be great. I mean, you skipped 3 years which is close to impossible. It's hard enough to skip just one year let alone 3. I bet you could win."
"Maybe." I said smiling at the thought of it.
"Yes! I got you to smile." Was the happy reply. I was about to respond when I noticed the person sulking in a corner.
"Come on! Let's hurry. I want to be able to see." I shouted while running ahead. Suddenly I stopped.
"Wait up, Els. Whoa." Hermione breathed, coming to a stop beside me. A huge ship was rising up out of the lake and in the distance a carriage being pulled by a team of Pegasus across the sky.
"I know." I said in awe. The ship was the first to arrive and the carriage soon followed.
"Alright, everyone inside. You'll get to see our guests soon enough." Professor Mcgonagall ordered. "Ella, can you wait. I want to talk to you about something."
"Sure." I waited next to a giant oak near the door and watched as the ship lowered an anchor. As soon as we were the only ones left Mcgonagall turned to me and said "Are you planning on entering the Tournament?"
"Yes if it's alright with you." I responded.
"It is. I'll tell Dumbledore you're planning to enter. You're free to go." I nodded and hurried away. As I entered the school someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into a secret passageway.
"Don't enter, Ella. I don't want to see you get hurt." Draco whispered urgently. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and whispered back "So now you care? Now you don't want me to get hurt?" It might have been my imagination but I thought Draco looked ashamed.
"I made a mistake. Please take me back."
"If you cared about me you wouldn't have broken up with me or you would at least have made up a better reason for doing so." I snapped then walked away, not wanting to hear his response.
(in the great hall for dinner.)
"Els you have to eat something." Hermione said, worry creeping into her voice.
"I'm fine. I'm just not hungry. Look, Dumbledore wants to make an announcement." I said trying to change the subject. Hermione sighed and turned towards the front of the Great Hall.
"As you have all heard, we have some school visiting us for the Triwizard Tournament. We will meet the schools then tell you the rules for being able to enter. I would like to welcome Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" He announced. We all turned towards the doors and watched as the french students filed in.
"Wow." Harry and Ron breathed. I rolled my eyes at them.
"And Durmstrang Institute." Dumbledore continued. I group of boys trooped in and when the last student was visible all the boys (and some girls) gasped and started whispering. Apparently the student was Viktor Krum, a famous quidditch player. I felt someone's gaze and I turned my head and saw Draco looking at me. He shook his head slightly and turned back to the front. I turned back too as Dumbledore began speaking again.
"I would like to thank Igor Karkaroff and Olympe Maxime for agreeing to do the Tournament again. For safety you are not allowed to enter unless you are 17 or older. I would like to make one exception. Ella, if you wish to enter you may do so now." He said. I nodded and stood up, feeling everyone's gaze follow me across the room. When I got to where Dumbledore was standing he waved his wand and a goblet filled with fire floated towards us and came to rest on a stand.
"If you wish to enter you will fill out a slip of paper with your name and your school," He continued handing me a piece of paper and quill as he talked. "And put it in the goblet. On Halloween the goblet will choose three champions, one from each school, to compete in the games. Good luck!" I dropped the slip of paper in the goblet and watched as some flames swallowed the paper.
I heard the whispers as I walked back to my seat, mainly from the other schools.
"Why does she get to enter and we don't?" I heard a 4th year Hufflepuff whisper to her friends. I know it has nothing to do with me and they are just jealous they aren't able to enter, but I still felt like curling up in a ball on my bed and crying.
"I hope some girls from Beauxbatons sit over here." I heard Ron say as I sat down.
"Looks like they're sitting at the Ravenclaw table and the students from Durmstrang are sitting at the Slytherin table. Except for the guy coming over here. I wonder what he wants." Hermione informed. I looked up as the guy approached.
"Hi I'm Odd. ( . 3 for how to say his name.) There's no room at the other table. Can I sit here?" He asked us with a Norwegian accent.
I nodded and scooted over to make room for him.
"Aren't you the girl who entered just now?" He asked after abit.
"Yes. Dumbledore's putting up a age line to prevent anyone too young from entering and I'm not old enough to cross the line but I'm in by 7th year. I skipped a few years." I said in explanation.
"Jævla. You must work really hard in school then." Odd said. I shrugged.
"I guess so. I'm tired, I think I'm heading for bed early. See you in the morning. Nice meeting you, Odd." I said leaving the table and heading towards the Gryffindor common rooms.
Jævla- Damn.
Yay. So there is a link (hopefully) that let's you know how to say Odd's name. Doesn't he have an odd name. ;D So I'm going to need some extra characters. So if you could create character and review with their name, personality, and appearance that would be great!
Demigod out!