Here's the prologue of this story. I never quite know what to write here, so I will shut up. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask, though :) Hope you like it!


"Bye Mum!" I wanted to get on to the train, but my mother grabbed my arm and pulled me back into a tight hug, planting a wet kiss on my cheek.

"Mum, I am too old for this," I huffed and pushed her away from me, rolling my eyes.

She smiled, her eyes still brimming with tears and watched me follow my friends on to the Hogwarts Express.

"Goodbye honey! Take care!"

The train gave a mighty lurch and started moving.

I waved at my Mum, grinning broadly, "Stop crying! I will be back for the summer!"

She nodded, still smiling and watched the train leave the station until it disappeared round a corner.

Just when I stepped away from the window, I heard someone chuckle behind me and turned around, spotting Ron who grinned sheepishly at me.

"No wonder she's worried. You shouldn't forget that you'll spend a lot of your time with Harry."

I laughed and nudged his arm, turning around to go and look for the others.

...

"Ronald Weasly! Give back my chocolate frog!"

I stretched as far as I could, trying to get hold of my sweet again, but Ron's arm was simply too long compared to my own.

Pouting, I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms in front of my chest. Ron chuckled and patted the top of my head, similar to how he would've done it to a dog, then he handed me back my chocolate frog.

I muttered, "Thanks..." and eyed him sideways while I pulled the wrappers off it.

He just grinned back at me, his eyes alight with amusement and I stuck my tongue out at him before I bit the head off of my frog.

Hermione was sitting opposite from us, busy reading a book, absentmindedly stroking Crookshank's long fur while Harry silently watched us, occassionally rolling his eyes, eating pumpkin pasties.

As time passed by, Ron and I got more and more bored and it didn't take long for Ron to become restless, shifting around in his seat next to me.

"Joselyn?"

I looked up at him and the look on his face told me that he was up to no good.

"What do you think about bothering some of the slimy Slytherins?"

"So you wanna make Malfoy angry once again? He will so totally get our butts one day Ronald," I tried to keep my voice non-chalant but couldn't keep the excitement out of it. The prospect of annoying the blond Slytherin instantly got my spirits up.

"Oi, c'mon Josy!" Ron scoffed, "You love to bother them as much as I do. Admit it! Just remember all the times you had to sit through detentions because you kept hanging out with Fred and George."

I giggled. He was right. Ever since I had first set foot into Hogwarts and met the Weasley twins I had been in trouble over and over again. But it had been worth it every single time. Although they never got caught until I finally learned to take flight with them and not dawdle around until a teacher, or Filch, found out what we'd been up to.

I nodded, "Yeah. Let's go and show them who're the kings!"

A huge grin spread across Ron's face and I jumped up to leave the compartment, Ron at my heels, but just when he wanted to close the door behind us, Hermione grabbed his wrist. She looked up at him, a stern look on her face.

"Stay."

Ron frowned at her, "Hermione, I am not a dog. Come on, let go of me. It's only Malfoy and his cronies, let us have some fun."

"No," she hissed through gritted teeth, "You two make trouble every single time we're on this train. I am tired of it! We always have to help you out because you get yoruself into a tight corner! Remember last year?"

Ron and I let out long, weary sighs and sat down again.

"That wasn't our fault though..."

Hermione snorted and readied herself for giving us a lecture.

"Sure it was! You were the ones who thought it would be funny to jinx his hair so it turned green and caused him to get those weird boils all over his face."

We both started to look and her frown deepened even further. Ron soon held his stomach, doubled over and I was gasping for air, wiping my eyes.

"We should've taken a picture! He looked like some ugly little gnome!"

I nodded frantically and Hermione shot us a reprimanding look.

"You're unbearable! Both of you!"

...

The Great Hall was bursting with noise.

We had already sat down at the Gryffindor table and waited for the Sorting to start, chatting to our fellow students.

Fred, who sat next to me, nudged me in the ribbs with his elbow and I looked questioningly at him.

"We've finally managed to finish the Puking Pastilles. Wanna try one?"

"No!" I shook my head, not quite able to hide a grin, "I don't want to not be able to stop vomiting all over the place!"

He shrugged and now George leaned around Fred and winked at me.

"That's the point, though! You know can stop to vomit as soon as you take the other half of the pill."

"Yeah, alright, I still don't want to be the first one to test it. Even though I know that you already tested it."

The twins sighed, but nodded their heads. In the next moment the first years came marching into the Great Hall, led by Professor McGonagall who also carried the stool on which the Sorting Hat was placed and shortly afterwards, the Sorting started.

...

Once all the first years were seated, Dumbledore stood up and the chatter died away instantly. He unfolded his arms and smiled down at the students.

"Welcome back! Before we all start to eat I want to tell you a few things. As always, Mr. Filch asked me to tell all of you, that nobody is allowed to visit the Forbidden Forest."

His eyes instantly wandered over to Harry, Hermione, Ron and me and we grinned, ducking our heads.

Then he turned around and pointed towards the long table, where the teachers were seated.

"Please welcome our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Alastor Moody!"

A scary looking man stood up and some of the students gasped or uttered silent screams. One of his eyes was of a shocking blue colour and was spinning around wildly in its socket. A broad scar ran across his face, leaving his mouth lop-sided and a part of his nose was missing. I turned to look at the others and they seemed as perplexed as I felt. But Fred and George grinned excited.

"Woah! It's Mad-Eye Moody! This guy is a very well known Auror! Seems like we'll have a good teacher this year!"

"I would like to have Lupin back as a teacher..." Hermione muttered.

She looked a bit frightened and I nodded, as I wanted Lupin back as well.

Dumbledore cleared his throat to gain our attention again and everybody looked back up at him.

"And I am very pleased to announce that Hogwarts will host the Triwizard Tournament this year. For this, students from two outlandish wizarding schools will arrive here on the 31st of October and I hope that all of you will be welcoming them. It will be then as well, that you will hear what the Tournament is all about. And now... Tuck in!"

The golden plates filled with loads of delicious dishes and in an instant the Great Hall was filled with chatter again.

Ron was munching happily on a piece of steak and Fred and George were talking animatedly to Lee Jordan about Moody. I looked to Hermione and she seemed to be lost in thought.

"What's up Hermione?"

She shook her head and let out a small sigh.

"Just wondered what that Triwizard Tournament is about..."

Harrry suddenly smacked his lips and we looked at him.

"Sounds like there's trouble coming, huh?"

We just laughed when we saw the desperate look on his face and then continued our dinner, chatting to each other until the feast was over and it was time to go to bed.

...

Hermione and I went straight to the girls dormitories and prepared for bed.

I looked over at her, "You think this will be a silent year at Hogwarts without any dangers along our way?"

She shook her head and I smirked.

"You don't really think that we will ever have a silent year here at Hogwarts? Especially not if the school is hosting some tournament."

I sighed, "Guess you're right..."


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