Goblet of Fire Adaptation: People are Unexplained Mysteries
Chapter1
Written by: Rachel Carter
"I would have to disagree with you, Hermione." Denise Granger sat across from her older and probably wiser sister, once again arguing about whether or not one of the descendents had been a wizard or witch.
"Oh," she said in a mocking you-don't-stand-a-chance tone, "and why is that?"
Denise stared at her sister with a slight glare in her eyes. She knew that if she let Hermione know she was scared that would be the end. "For one mum and dad told me that Uncle Thomas worked in a museum down on 134th street, so if he was a wizard how come no one found out? Mum and dad always said he was forgetful." She let a slight smirk cross her face almost sure that she had won.
"Mum and dad say a lot of things about our relatives. Uncle Thomas was a wizard and I know that for a fact. Also just because he was working in a museum does not mean that he wasn't a wizard." Her last retort was flat but it held through as Denise sat quietly on the edge of her Quidditch lined covers, a popular sport among witches and wizards.
Denise finally opened her mouth to reply but her minute younger sister, Dawn, walked in. "What are you guys arguing about now?" Her voice held a tone that showed she had done this before. Neither could tell her as a soft tapping came on the window, near Dawn's bed.
"Our Hogwarts letters," All three girls screamed at once. Each launched themselves at the window trying to pry open the lock. When it was finally opened the three owls, that had patiently been waiting, flew in. A small tawny barn owl perched on the rail of Denise's bed post, hooting loudly so as to be noticed. A gray owl stood on Hermione's bed, waiting patiently and almost glaring at the hyperactive white owl zooming over Dawn's bed.
They each untied the letters written on thick parchment paper, before heading downstairs to show their parents. They rushed down stairs once the owls were gone each pushing ahead of the other. Their parents had the misfortune of being muggles, people who couldn't do magic, and had not had a chance to go to Hogwarts, the school for talented witches and wizards. After reading and re-reading the letters their mum stood up with a proud smile on her face, "Girls how do you feel about going down to Diagon Alley and buying your school supplies tomorrow?" they all nodded eagerly. "Who knows you might see some of your future classmates."
The thought that ran through all three girl's minds was, "Future boyfriends" and "We're witches!"
That was three years ago, when their lives had been so uncomplicated. Now they had crushes who also happened to be best friends and enemies who were deadly. What they didn't know was that it was all about to get more complicated.
"Hermione, hurry up we were supposed to meet Ron and Ginny in Diagon alley hours ago!" Dawn screamed up the stairs to Hermione, who was putting the finishing touches on a History of Magic assignment that would not be due for weeks, owing to the fact that school had not even started yet. Hermione was an overachiever who enjoyed school and loved the fact that every once in a while she was the teachers pet. Not only her grades but her bushy brown hair set her apart from the rest. Unlike her sisters she was never able to pull off straight hair yet it never seemed to bug her. Dawn had the air of grace about her even when she wasn't trying, and Denise was as beautiful as both of her sisters yet it was slightly hidden behind her slightly rugged appearance. She was more athletic then the rest of her family and only seemed to care about her looks when it was necessary.
"I'm coming!" Hermione's voice carried down stairs with no trouble, because she yelled at her sisters daily. Their trunks were already at Ron's house, but they had to wait a couple days before they could leave. Harry Potter, one of their other best friends, would be arriving a couple hours after them by floo powder, which Mr. Weasley, Ron's father, had been able to hook up to the Dursley's house, Harry's evil aunt and uncle. They arrived 15 to 20 minutes later in Diagon Alley where they made their way over to Ron, who was sleeping outside of Flourish and Blotts. Dawn rushed ahead of the rest to wake him.
"I don't wanna," he murmured these words sleepily as Dawn shook him awake. "Oh, hey Dawn," she smiled as he was one of the few who could tell her and Denise, her twin sister, apart. He then nodded to Denise and Hermione who were now heading into Flourish and Blotts where they met the rest of the Weasleys. Fred and George jumped out from behind a bookcase making Hermione scream. Denise laughed so hard, at the look on Hermione's face that she started to cry. Ron's older brother's were also present, Bill and Charley. Charley worked with Dragons in Romania and Bill worked in a bank, but unlike his job Bill looked nothing like an accountant. On the contrary he had a pony tail and an immerging go-tee. Ron walked in with Dawn a couple minutes later. "Ready to go," They nodded each picking up their parcels containing school supplies and odds an ends.
Once back at the Burrow, a.k.a. the Weasley house, they put their stuff away talking excitedly. Mr. Weasley left with Fred, George, and Ron a few minutes later to fetch Harry. Denise never liked the idea of floo powder, since she had had bad experiences with it during her third year at Hogwarts. Minutes ticked by before Fred and George burst from the fire, laughing madly, followed by Ron. Harry arrived a few minutes later bombarded, by Fred and George, with questions about a toffee and someone named Dudley. Mr. Weasley exploded from the fire his face lined with anger threatening things that he would never do until Mrs. Weasley walked in. Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Denise, and Dawn left shortly after not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.
Upstairs they greeted Harry properly. Denise waited till last not wanting to seem too enthusiastic to greet him. Each one either hugged or slapped him on the back, but when it came Denise's turn their hug lasted a little longer. Shortly after, the girls left to go help Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, but they were no help at all. What they seemed to do was get in the way of a furious Mrs. Weasley who told them to help the boys in the Garden, who were setting up the tables for dinner.
At Dinner the food was wonderful and the company even better except the constant bickering of Mr. Weasley and Percy arguing about the quality of Mr. Crouch's actions and Mrs. Weasley and Bill arguing about Bill's hair. Denise, Dawn, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were whispering down by the end of the table about Sirius, Harry's Godfather who they had helped escape from the guards of Azkaban , but were too close to the rest to discuss it without them hearing.
A couple more hours passed before Mrs. Weasley hustled them off to bed as they would have to get up early the next morning, in order to catch an early portkey to the Quidditch world cup. Up in Ginny's room Hermione, Dawn, and Denise said goodnight, yet Denise could not sleep that night as dreams of the world cup kept flashing through her mind. In her dream, she was the star beater on a national team and Harry was the star seeker together they ruled the game. The crowds would call out their names cheering them on as they won the game, however as her team neared the goal something blocked their path, yet she couldn't see what it was. Deciding to get nearer she saw what appeared to be a group of people forming a barrier before the goal. Harry appeared on her right, but before she could ask him what was going on he hit her over the head with her own club.
Suddenly she woke up a dull throbbing in her head as she noticed Dawn, Ginny, and Hermione shaking her awake. "Denise, are you okay?" Their voices comforted her but in a way scared her just the same. She nodded not helping the pain in her head.
They dressed all in silence as they were too tired to talk. She put the dream behind her as they got ready. Her and Dawn took longer then the rest as they tried to look their best. "Well we'd better get moving." Mr. Weasley, though as tired as the rest, seemed almost perky as he said this. They said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley who frowned slightly as Fred and George headed out the door.
Ron seemed in awe of Dawn as she talked freely to him a smile lining her face. She had put her hair up in a loose bun and had baby blue eye shadow on that matched the loose tank top she was wearing. Denise and Harry were dawdling behind the rest their feet slightly dragging each looking slightly worn out. Shadows lined both of their eyes, each having had a bad night last night. Once again Harry had woken up his scar prickling from the dream with Voldermort. They carried on a conversation anyway, each heatedly talking about their views on Quidditch. Denise was the third beater on the Gryffindor house team and Harry was the seeker. Normally there were only two beaters to a team but after practically a year of debating they let Denise on the team along with Fred and George.
"Come on Harry, Denise. Try to keep up!" Harry and Denise had begun to lag behind each now jogging to catch up to the rest. They had reached a grassy hill, taller then normal. In the middle was an old boot where two other people stood, Amos Diggory and his son Cedric, who was in Hufflepuff at Hogwarts. They waved cheerfully to them as they neared. Dawn flashed a smile at Cedric who returned it gratefully. A glare spread across Ron's face as he disliked Cedric for multiple reasons; one being that he believed that Dawn liked Cedric and he liked her.
Each grabbed onto the Portkey which Harry almost missed, he didn't know what a portkey was, due to the fact the he was brought up by muggles and the worst kind at that. Denise felt sick as the portkey spun them around until they reached their destination. Cedric had caught Dawn, preventing her from smacking onto the ground. Denise had managed to keep her feet, though thoroughly shaken, along with Mr. Weasley and Amos.
Dawn offered her hand to Ron who accepted so as not to seem rude. Once up to the campsite, Ron forgot about Cedric as the world cup came into view. One section was devoted to the Irish, who all had their tents decorated in green and white. The other section was devoted to the Bulgarians, whose followers were wearing different shades of red. Denise and Harry stared ahead in awe almost losing sight of the group as they became immersed in conversation with Dean Thomas, a fellow Gryffindor.
Their campsite was as near to the stadium as anyone could get. Beyond the forest several feet away laid an anti-muggle barrier which surrounded the world cup. Harry, Hermione, and Denise pitched the tent with no help from the rest. Ron and Dawn had gone to get water for their dinner and Mr. Weasley was so fascinated by the tent process that all he did was get in the way. Fred and George were talking to Ludo Bagman a co-worker of Mr. Weasley's, and betting on the match. Bill and Charley had stepped away and had gone to catch up with old friends and some colleagues who had come to see the match as well. After the tent was complete Mr. Weasley did an engorgement charm on the inside so that it seemed as though it were a small apartment. Once the tent was completed and their stuff inside, Harry and Denise decided to find out what was taking Dawn and Ron so long. Hermione stayed behind with Ginny, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley unpacking the remainder of their supplies and figuring out what they would have for dinner.
"You know Ron and Dawn make a cute couple." Denise tried to start up a conversation. Before Harry had a chance to reply, Ron came running up carrying Dawn in his arms with a look of concern on her face. "What happened?" Denise wasn't one to panic, but when it came to her family she was a train wreck.
"We were getting water and talking…She started to scream holding her head and then she passed out." His voice was shaky and sweat now lined his forehead.
"We had better get back to camp." Denise ran along with Ron, Harry only a couple paces behind. Tears were flowing steadily down Denise's face as they neared their tents.
When Harry reached camp Mr. Weasley was bent over Dawn pouring liquid down her throat. Nothing happened for a few moments but then she stirred. "Dawn." Ron bent over her his voice questioning but calm.
"Hey Ron," her eyes fluttered open for a second before she passed out once more, but at least her breathing was easy.
"We will have to find out what happened when she wakes up again. You should all head up to bed yourselves, she won't wake for a while and we must leave soon to get our seats at the cup. I will call you if she wakes." Everyone moved to the tents except Ron, who perched himself beside Dawn holding her hand. Mr. Weasley, seeing that Dawn was taken care of, went inside his tent. Ron would inform them if she woke.