Chapter 1-Nightmarish Love
A Harry Potter fanfiction story by Cartmansbaby
A/N:This story takes place during Harry Potter's fourth year at Hogwarts and some parts are adapted from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I do not in any way own any of Rowling's characters, but I do own the characters I created which are the only ones not from the fourth Harry Potter book...enjoy the story.
Tuesday Masters had only seen him in her nightmares. Those nightmares came and went on most of those summer nights since her parents had split up and she and her mother moved into a new neighborhood, in a new country... In those dreams she had seen his eyes, red devilish slits that gave her cold chills even though the nights were swelrting hot. Eyes that made her wake up in the night and pray they weren't upon her when she gazed around her dark, sullen bedroom of number 24 Privat Drive. On one particular night she dreamt about the moon, fiery red, pink, orange, and yellow, burning beautifully but threateningly as she ran away, hand in hand with someone she knew for sure wasn't there. Then she'd hide, beyond the walls of her magical school and she'd peer out in fearful interest out the tallest window at the burning moon and see the dark shadowed figures marching slowly around her...
That most vivid dream came the night Tuesday Masters met Dudley Dursley.
They had met at an AFI concert earlier that summer. Dudley and Tuesday were both in the same heated mosh pit and Dudley was pushed over, he fell into Tuesday and almost pushed her over under all his weight. Tuesday was able to catch him by the arm before he hit the solid, concrete ground of the concert arena. They ended up talking all night and after the concert they were holding hands and kissing. They exchanged addresses, instantly realizing that Tuesday had recently moved into the very neighborhood where Dudley lived all his life. And so for the rest of the summer Tuesday spent most of her days at Dudley's house, which was right down the street from hers.
Tuesday was very fond of Dudley. Of course Tuesday was just like any other teenage girl. She had crushes (and finally a boyfriend), she loved music and fashion. She looked like an average teenager. She was 5'6", fourteen years old, and had long, wavy black hair, grey eyes, pale skin, and black painted fingernails. She dressed in low rise bondage pants, band hoodies, velvet corset tube tops, and lots of jewlery. However, the truth was, she wasn't just an normal, everyday teenage girl, even though that was her boyfriend's perception of her. Dudley Dursley did not know that Tuesday was really a sorceress in training. Her mother was a sorceress, her father a wizard, and her older sister also a sorceress in training. Dudley thought that Tuesday was going to a new boarding school when the summer was over, but this wasn't true. Tuesday would be going back to her wizarding school in Bulgaria (her home country), Durmstrang Institute, which in addition to a regular witchcraft and wizardry cirriculam, also taught sorcery of the dark arts, which was Tuesday's family's branch of magic.
It made Tuesday sick the first time Dudley asked her over to his house. Of course not because of him, but because of Dudley's cousin--Harry Potter. Tuesday almost screamed outloud at finally meeting the boy who lived, who triumphed over the Dark Lord. She was almost beside herself with emotion, but Dudley hadn't noticed, he had been busily rumagging through the fridge trying to find a snack that wasn't a fruit or vegetable. Harry Potter? My boyfriend's cousin? Then surely Dudley must know...surely he must know about our world...about my world...
And those summer nights when she and Dudley sat together in the approaching darkness, cuddling and sharing their thoughts, Tuesday craved to tell him, ask him about Harry Potter, but she knew she could not. How impossible it would be...for him to ever understand...but inside, Tuesday wondered if maybe he did understand, being related to Harry Potter afterall. Even though he was a Muggle she had a crazy love for Dudley Dursley, a love she promised him to not give up on. They would both be leaving at the end of the summer, Tuesday back to Durmstrang and Dudley back to Smelting's. Tuesday would have to say good bye earlier though, she was going to the Quidditch World Cup at the end of August with her mother.
Before she knew it, it was the night to say good bye. Mrs. Dursley invited her over to dinner on Saturday night. Tuesday came over and sat down to salads and mashed potatoes at number 4 Privat Drive. The dinner went well. Dudley ate his food in about two seconds and stayed at the table while his parents drilled his girl friend with questions.
"So Tuesday dear, you never told us where you go to school," said Mr. Dursley.
Tuesday paused, remembering all the things her mother had warned her about these Muggle families. She remembered the name of the school her mother told her to tell the Muggles that she was going to.
"I'm going to be attending...uh, Florence's Boarding School for the Talented Gifted," Tuesday answered quickly.
"That foreign? I've never heard of it," grunted Mr. Dursley.
"Yeah...it's uh foreign," answered Tuesday. She glanced over at Harry who was still eating, he hadn't said anything to her at all.
"Oh Dudley is certainly going to be missing his beautiful girl friend when he leaves for Smelting's this year," cooed Mrs. Dursley, who Tuesday appreciated a lot better than Dudley's father. Mrs. Dursley smiled at Tuesday and Dudley, who were sitting with each other, "We really should get portraits done of you two together."
Dudley didn't reply, so neither did Tuesday.
"Mom, give us dessert now," begged Dudley.
"Of course honey," Mrs. Dursley got up and served the dessert which was low fat sherbert ice cream.
Tuesday couldn't help but look over at Harry Potter again. She was sure this was him...there was his scar...and at that moment as Tuesday's eyes lingered for a moment upon Harry's oddly shaped cut, Harry erupted with a groan of pain and clapped a hand over the scar. Tuesday abrupty stood up, almost knocking her sherbert bowl over.
"I should be going now," Tuesday announced hastily.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley gave her some weird looks.
"My mother..." Tuesday muttered quickly, "She said...she said she wanted me home at seven thirty..."
"We really must meet her sometime," Mrs. Dursley said kindly, ignoring Tuesday's haste.
"Yes, what does she do for work again?" asked Mr. Dursley.
"Unemployed," Tuesday answered queitly.
"And your father?" Mr. Dursley raised his eye brows.
"Divorced my mother," Tuesday replied, looking down at the floor. She pushed in her dining chair, snagging a glance at Harry who was staring at her.
"I really must be going," said Tuesday.
"I'll walk you home," said Dudley.
"Good Dudley," said Mrs. Dursley, grinning, "Always such a gentleman."
"Come on," Tuesday said softly, taking Dudley's hand.
She and Dudley took their time walking back to Tuesday's house.
"I'm really going to miss you when I go back to school Dudley," Tuesday told him.
"Yeah...I'll miss you too."
Tuesday looked at Dudley fondly. His face was reddening and he looked uncomfortable.
When they got to Tuesday's front door she gave him a huge hug.
"I'll write you all the time okay?"
Dudley nodded.
"I love you."
She leaned forward and she and Dudley kissed for a long moment.
"I'll miss you so, so much!" Tuesday flung herself at Dudley once more. He muttered his love back. He gave her one more kiss, said good bye and that he'd write soon, and walked back down the street.
When Tuesday went back inside, her mother was waiting for her, sitting in a black velvet high backed chair, lazily reading The Evening Prophet.
"This is a bull shit..." mumbled Mrs. Masters. She looked up and noticed Tuesday had come home. She took off her Mary Janes and plopped down opposite her mother on the couch.
Mrs. Master was in her early thirties. She had waist length wavy black hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. She was wearing thick black make up and velvet black robes sprinkled with plum colored stars.
"What mother?" Tuesday asked, wondering what kind of bull shit could be in the wizarding newspaper today.
"It's nothing dear, don't worry about this nonsense," Mrs. Masters held up her copy of The Evening Prophet, pulled out her wand, and ignited the paper so that it burned up and became nothing.
"How was the Muggle boy today?" Mrs. Masters asked, smiling at her daughter.
Tuesday grinned, "He's well, he's going to be leaving for his Muggle school next week."
"You are so fond of that Muggle boy," Mrs. Masters said queitly, "But all the same...if you love him, than you shall be with him..."
Tuesday quivered. Sometimes her own mother gave her the creeps. Tuesday knew her whole family was pure blood and Mrs. Masters wanted to keep it that way, but there was no shame in dating Dudley...
"And Potter? Is he still alive and well?" Mrs. Master asked sharply.
"Alive yes," answered Tuesday coldly, "But well...only he knows."
Mrs. Masters lips curled into a ruby red lipsticked smile.
"Not for long..." she whispered coldly, so that Tuesday barely heard her.
Tuesday did not know how to reply to her mother. She had taken the bewildering news that her daughter was going out with Harry Potter's cousin not as an insult, but as an intriging idea. Tuesday knew that her father would think otherwise. He would think it as an insult.
Mrs. Masters threw some rolls of parchment onto the dusty, cluttered coffee table at their feet.
"You've had post today," she announced, "Letter from your father, sister, a friend of yours, and from the school."
"Yes! I love mail!" cried Tuesday. She gathered up the letters and asscended the stairs into her dark bedroom.
There was barely any light in her room. There was one window which was blocked by a thick, dusty black curtain. The room was tiny, with a black canopy bed, also with thick, dusty hangings, a black wood chipped dresser, and a wardrobe that had been dead for years. A tank settled on the floor under the window sheltered her toad, Purdu and her sleek black trunk stood at the foot of her unmade bed, spilling out it's contents which were spell books, writing supplies, wizard money, and school notes. On top of the dresser was a rusty and dirty owl's cage, peices of parchment, a thick black journal, and her wand.
Tuesday sat on her bed and first read the letter from her father:
To my dearest Tuesday,
How is life with your mother? And how has your summer been? I hope it's been well. Living in England must be exciting. I've read loads about the school up there, it's called Hogwarts and I think it would be the perfect place to send your sister, perhaps next year once things really have been smoothed over. Do you like your neigherboorhood? You must write and tell me how everything is. The Quidditch World Cup is coming up, I just knew you'd never miss the chance to see it, especially since England hasn't hosted the cup in thirty years! What an honor. We of course are rooting for Bulgaria! Looking forward to going back to Durmstrang? You must be, I've heard much news about what's happening this year...but I won't give out the surprise! You'll find out when you get to school...but that Karkaroff is still a crack pot old fool in my eyes. Much love from, your father.
Tuesday was glad her father was still trying to be involved in her life. Tuesday didn't know much about this school called Hogwarts, but she had heard it was run by a man named Albus Dumbledore, who her father really liked. Tuesday's headmaster at her school was Proffessor Karkaroff, who her mother was friends with. Tuesday also wondered what would be going on at school this year. By the sounds of her father's letter, something big and something really cool. Tuesday reached for the next letter, which was from her older sister, Ivette.
Tuesday,
Oh how have you been? I miss you so, so much! Summer just isn't the same without you! My summer has been all right of course, except Dad's not taking me to the Quidditch World Cup. I think it's because he's afraid mum will be there and he might not want to be in any kind of confrontation. I don't know if Dad's told you but he considering sending me to Hogwarts School next year. Says he wants me to learn 'proper' magic like he learned. Me, a witch? Dunno...sounds a bit harder than being a sorceress like you and mum. How is mum? I hope she's well. I've been worried about you two...How's your new house? Have you met anyone in your neighborhood yet? I am so jealous you're going to the World Cup! Oh well...you're in England, I'm not. Go Bulgaria! Well I have to go and finish some of that History of the Dark Arts home work. I'll see you in school quite soon. Love, your dear sister, Ivette.
Tuesday missed her sister a lot too. Ivette was fifteen, one year older than Tuesday. When their parents split, Ivette went to live with their dad and Tuesday of course had to stay with her mother. Tuesday felt bad. It sounded like her sister really missed her. Maybe I'll bring her something back from the World Cup...thought Tuesday as she opened up her school letter, which bore the Durmstrang crest. When Tuesday opened the letter, a heavy copper badge with a blood red "P" on it felt into her lap. Tuesday gaped at it and almost screamed in surprise. She read the letter without hesitating.
To Tuesday Masters,
Welcome back to another year at Durmstrang Institute! You are about to be starting your fourth year of study at our school and we have given you the pleasure of becoming a school Prefect. You will have special duties to fufill for being a Prefect as well as keeping up your regular studies and maintaining good grades in school. Attatched to the letter as well as your new Prefect's badge is a copy of the school things you will be needing this year and your schedule. See you on September 1st!
--Proffesser Circe Sicilus
Deputy Headmistress in Charge at Durmstrang Institute
Tuesday stared at the shining badge in her hands. She was made a Prefect! She couldn't wait to tell everyone! Finally, after breifly reveiwing her school supply list, she opened her last letter which was from one of her best friends at Durmstrang and also carried some surprising news:
Tuesday,
Hi! How are you? I hope you're well! Liking England? It just isn't the same here without you! We all miss you!! Can't wait to see you at school, but of course I'll be seeing you much sooner. QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!!!!!! I almost died when my parents showed me the tickets! GO BULGARIA baby!!! I 3 Viktor Krum I 3 Krum I 3 Krum I LOVE VIKTOR KRUM!!!!! I have some more news for you too--Nik asked me out and I said yes! So we're together now and he's coming to the Cup too. More details later. I'll see you soon!! WE MISS YOU!!! Love, Lilly xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Tuesday smiled. Her best friend Lilly Darius had been her best friend since they were first years at Durmstrang. Nik Toya was a friend too and now apparently Lilly's boyfriend. Tuesday smiled to herself, she couldn't wait to tell Lilly all about Dudley. Reading the letters only got Tuesday more psyched for the Quidditch World Cup as well.
Tuesday sat in her dark bedroom, and as the sun slowly set outside, she wrote replies to three of the letters. She did not tell her father or sister about Dudley. She wrote to Lilly about him. When she finished the letters, Tuesday slumped downstairs and sat at the kitchen table with her mother. They were having chicken and potatoes for dinner.
"Look mother, look," Tuesday held up her Prefect's badge.
A wide grin spread across Mrs. Masters face and she got up and hugged her daughter.
"A Prefect! I can not beleive it! Congratulations my dear," Mrs. Masters said.
Tuesday held up her Durmstrang letter, "Um...mother? When are we going to get my school supplies?"
Apparently Mrs. Masters hadn't thought of this. The divorce had been hard to sort out, especially having to deal with custody of her two daughters. Mrs. Masters scowled as she answered darkly, "Your father. Send him the list so he can buy them for you..."
"How...how am I going to get to school this year?" Tuesday asked tentatively.
"Your father. He can buy you Muggle air tickets to get you there and he can drive you to school with Ivette."
Tuesday nodded. It was a sensible idea.
After dinner, Tuesday added some things onto her letter to her father and used her mother's owl, Artemis, for all three of the letters.
The next day was the day before the Quidditch World Cup. At breakfast Mrs. Masters told Tuesday the plan for the next day.
"We are going to have to Apparate," Mrs. Masters explained, "And then when we get there, we get our camp site and tomorrow night, we're cheering Bulgaria on."
"I can't wait to see Lilly and Nik again," Tuesday said cheerfully, "And of course Viktor, but I'll see him at school too. He is such a good flyer!"
"You're not bad on a broom yourself dear," Mrs. Masters complimented her daughter as she spread jelly onto a peice of toast.
Tuesday shook her head, "No...I...I really don't think so."
"You do take flying lessons, is that right?"
"Yes..."
"Perhaps this year you can get better," Mrs. Masters assured her daughter.
For the rest of the day, Tuesday felt guilty about not being with Dudley. He was right down the street, but she followed her mother's advice and didn't go to see him. Besides, Tuesday thought, he was probably preparing to leave for Smelting's anyway. Tuesday was saddened by just the thought of being at the Quidditch Cup, she knew she'd be thinking of him. She thought a lot about her friends, Lilly and Nik, she'd be jealous of them, but put those thoughts away. The Quidditch World Cup would be just as exciting if they weren't together.
Tuesday also couldn't wait to go back to Durmstrang. She thought a lot about her father's letter and what he said about something going on at the school. Tuesday shined her Prefect's badge a few times before placing it neatly in her school trunk atop a set of her blood red Durmstrang robes.
That night Tuesday packed her things for the Cup including all the wizard gold she had saved up over the summer and a note Dudley had given her to show her friends.
Early the next morning, Mrs. Masters woke Tuesday up and Tuesday quickly got dressed in a pair of black and red baggy bondage pants, a black tank top, and a black studded hoodie. She put on her jewlery and make up, grabbed her messenger bag, and went down to breakfast. Mrs. Masters was already at the table, smirking over the latest edition of The Daily Prophet. Tuesday sat down and ate her hashbrowns and scrambled eggs.
"The Quidditch World Cup is today!" she exclaimed, "Finally, the high light of my whole summer!"
Mrs. Masters peered at her daughter over the paper. Her eye brows were raised and she looked a little suprised.
"I thought the Muggle was the high light of your summer?" she asked coldly.
Tuesday shrugged and decided not to say anything else.
After breakfast, Tuesday put her plate in the sink and dared to say something else.
"Where are we Apparating from?" she asked.
Even though Tuesday Masters was only fourteen, she was able to Apparate. All students above third year from Durmstrang knew how to. At Durmstrang there weren't many students at all. Probably a round fifty, so complicated lessons were easier to be taught. Mrs. Masters went to Durmstrang Institute herself and recommended that both her daughters go there, and since she was a long and dear friend of Tuesday's headmaster, Proffessor Igor Karkaroff, both Ivette and Tuesday had been accepted.
Mrs. Masters sighed heavily, as though annoyed.
"Let's just do it here," she looked at the clock, "Ten shall we?"
Tuesday nodded, it was five to ten. She went into the livingroom and put her shoes on. She stood in the livingroom staring hard at the clock above the fire place. At two to ten, Mrs. Masters came in wearing a black Muggle woman business suit. She tucked her wand into her jacket pocket and watched the clock too as it ticked off the seconds. Moments later it was five seconds until ten.
"Ready?" Mrs. Masters asked Tuesday.
"Ready."
"Five...four...three...," Mrs. Masters was counting down, "...two...one!"
And with a loud pop and a hard jolt, both Mrs. Masters and Tuesday appeared far from where they just were, in front of an old stone cottage, where a Muggle man stood inside, gaping widely at them.