Hey guys, sorry I haven't uploaded anything for a while: I've been working on Neia's new story along with completing the final edits of my NaNoWriMo. So here's the first chapter of 'The Seeker Seeks Home', Arneia's story of 'Harry Potter- The Goblet Of Fire'.

In my Harry Potter FF, Arneia actually ends up with Charlie but she doesn't really know him here, so there's no romance really in this one. Maybe in another one!

I'm afraid I seem to be annoyingly stubborn, and manage to work Arneia into every main family in every story, apologies. I wish she wasn't the sister of the gy she is the sister of, but you know when something sticks from years ago and you can't change it. NO MATTER WHAT?

Oh, and I wanted to do song quotes, but I really couldn't be bothered to find them. It was too hard...

ENJOY!


l lightly descended the grand stairway towards the Hall, avoiding a group of giggling second years, my best friend Fleur beside me. We were both already in our customary powder blue uniform in preparation for the first assembly of the year and the start of term banquet: a pale dress and short blazer with matching heeled shoes and white tights. The neat outfit was finished off with the blue pointed hat, placed at a jaunty angle. Everything about the uniform was deliberatly smart and elegant to reflect its school; Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

"Come on, get to the hall now," Fleur admonished the girls swiftly, her Head Girl badge prominent on he blazer beside the Beauxbatons crest.

I smiled as the girls fled down to the Hall, where a few other stragglers were just entering.

"Hey, by the way did you manage to do the Herbology homework?" I asked Fleur, as we crossed the hall.

"Of course," Fleur shrugged. "It was easy, an hour maybe?"

"It was not, it took me three days!" I replied in surprise. "I know you're smart Fleur, but seriously?"

Fleur just laughed as we entered the great hall. The hall was huge, to fit the entire academy inside, and filled with three tables, over looked by another grand table on the top dais. These tables presented the houses, Rouernie, Cossu and Sournois, and were only for show and special occasions. I knew that tomorrow the hall would be filled with smaller circular tables to allow the students to mix. There was an extra side bench on the dais today, where around thirty small figures in blue huddled. The first years who were yet o be divided into their houses.

Fleur and I moved up the centre table and found seats halfway up with our friends. I sat down next to Beth while Fleur sat down opposite me by Bella.

"Hey, good summer?" I greeted Beth, flicking my fringe out of my eyes.

"Yeah, thanks, I was working out new dance routines," Beth grinned back.

"Surprise, surprise," Bella added in monotone and I laughed.

"Yeah, well, how many snitches have you been catching, Neia?" Beth retorted.

"Fair point," Fleur replied for me as I raised an eyebrow. "I only saw her three times because every time, it was, 'Sorry, I'm playing quidditch', 'Can't make it, I'm playing quidditch!'."

"Well I suppose the reserve national team has certain standard requirements!" Bella laughed.

"Thank you," I said sarcastically but we all laughed as Madame Maxime rose from her throne like seat.

"Ladies," she began, and the hall fell silent. "To begin, I wish to welcome you all back to Beauxbatons for another year. And of course, as custom, we must begin with the Dividing. Madame Antionette, if you please?"

Madame Antionette rose and held up the long deep blue cloak that was used, and called forward the first student, Madamoiselle Anna Raison.

I smiled to myself, remembering when Antionette had placed the far-too-big cloak around my own shoulders. I had spent several long moments trying not to stare at anyone in particular but not having anywhere else to look, until the cloak's colour faded to pure white. The colour of Cossu.

I only half-obsorbed the Dividing, five previous years of observing it had done it for me. And it seemed for Beth, although Fleur remained fully alert, applauding heartily as each Cossu student was announced. I tried to look like I was interested, but I couldn't help but sigh with relief as the cloak pronounced the last girl a Sournois.

"Well we are almost ready," Maxime announced as the first year sat down nervously at the next table "However, before the feast, I have a special announcement to make with particular reference to our seventh years."

I glanced at Fleur who shrugged lightly in curiousity. I turned back to Madame Maxime, flicking my long blonde ponytail back over my shoulder.

"This year, I'm afraid some of you in your final year will not be here to se it through," Madame Maxime told us and I raised my eyebrows as a murmur rippled through the hall. "This year, I am pleased to announce, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy will be hosting the gretest competition our world has ever seen: the Triwizard Tounament!"

Despite our teachers' efforts over the years to teach the students politness and silence during such occasions, there was nothing they could have done to prepare us for this.

I clapped my hand to my mouth and stared at Fleur whose own blue eyes were wide in wonder and hope. The hall exploded with noise and it wasn't until Monsieur Jasserand shot several small fireworks into the air that the noise subsided.

Madame Maxime, despite the explosion, looked pleased. "There will be a meeting for all seventh years detailing the exact points, for which Madamoiselle Renard has notices, and so would the three heads of houses collect a notice each for their common halls now please."

Fleur got up, as head of Cossu, the house of the cat, and strode up the hall along with Jocelyn and Mari to Madameoiselle.

"Madame, I thought the Tournament was for anyone over seventeen?" a voice called, and I recognised Marguarite Montmorency, a sixth year.

"It is true that the Tournament is open to those over seventeen. However as, at Beauxbatons, sixth year is important for OWLs, we hav restricted the participants from Beauxbatons to seventh year only."

"So they're finally reintroducing it," Beth sighed.

"You're glad?" I gaped. "I mean, it's impressive, granted, but it's so dangerous!"

"That's the best part," Beth grinned. "As well as the one thousand galleon prize!"

"Exactly," Fleur smiled as she returned with the note. Another seventh year leaned across to read it, but Fleur flipped it over smartly. "I'm applying."

I began to characteristically chew my lip. "Applying?" Of course she'd know, she'd have just read the sign!

Fleur leaned forward. "We apply if we want to and ten of us get chosen across the year."

"Aren't you going to go for it then, Neia?" Bella asked.

I shrugged. "I was kind of looking forward to our last year, no exams, there's my quidditch-"

"Neia, you have a chance to go to England-" Beth began.

"-no lessons for a year-" Bella added with a knowing grin.

"-and tasks that are right up your street!" Fleur said.

I allowed them a smile. They knew me far too well! I could not stand my acedemic work, much preffering art and physical activites. And they were right, the Tournament was another challenge for me.

"Okay, okay!" I laughed. "So I might be interested!"

"And on that note, let the Opening Feast commence!" Madame Maxime announced.

"So what else does the note say?" Beth asked as she helped herself to pie.

"Only that there is a meeting about it on Saturday evening in Madame's apartments," Fleur replied through a delicate helping of salad. "The details are explained, and we can apply. Not much more."

"Well, this has been an interesting start to the year," I grinned, as I spooned pasta onto my plate. An interesting start indeed.


I sat in the library with Fleur, neatly crossing out another mis-spelling in my potions essay.

"Fleur, what happens if you mix wolf's-bane with frog spawn again?" I asked, praying she'd tell me. Fleur shot me a withering look with raised eyebrows over her own three page essay.

"Please, Fleur, you know I'm useless at potions!" I begged, flicking my hair out of my eyes.

"Look it up," Fleur replied aggravatingly, turning back to essay.

"Uh," I groaned, and whacked my head down on the table. I felt Fleur dart my essay out of the way just before I blackened my hair in wet ink. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"Come on," Fleur said briskly, and I heard her stand up.

"Why?" I asked, glancing up.

"We've got the Tournament meeting," Fleur replied. I stood up quickly.

"Good, no more potions," I said, rolling the essay into my bag and swinging it across my shoulder. We headed out of the library and down the corridor, avoiding the yelling crowds of second years.

"So immature," Fleur muttered, flinging herself back against the wall as another student flew by.

"They'll learn," I grinned.

"Hey, head girl here!" Fleur called to another girl.

"Ssh!" I giggled and pushed Fleur along the last passage towards Madame's door. Still huffing, Fleur knocked and entered. I followed her, into Madame's grande and spacious apartments.

There were already five or six fellow girls there, and Madame was seated on a mini dais at the top of the room, watching a clock carefully.

"Ah, Madamoiselle Delacour, Madamoiselle Sera," Madame greeted and motioned us forward, before returning to watching the clock.

Fleur and I stood quietly, and I shot quick smiles as further students entered.

The clock struck six and Madame, punctual as always, rose from her seat. "Thank you for joining me ladies. As you know, you are here to hear the details of the Triwizard Tournament." I saw Beth grin at Bella. Fleur was no longer in a huff, but was watching Madame with intent eyes.

"As you know, the Tournament will be taking place in England at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry along with Durmstrang Institute. There will be three tasks, increasing in difficulty as they commence. These tasks are designed for the best of students, tasks that seventh years are just capabale of completeing.

"The three champions, one for each school, will be chosen by one impartial judge but we here are to decide on the ten students to represent Beauxbatons at this prestigious event."

"How do we apply then?" Mari asked.

"You apply, Miss Freton, simply by writing your name upon this parchment and handing it to me personally," Madame replied, as though this were obvious. She handed Elanor a sheet of parchment and a quill.

Mari was frowning and, although I didn't particulary get on with the Rouerie Head Girl, I could understand why. Madame had told us very little we were not already aware of.

"I could have spent this time practising quidditch," I murmured to myself.

"Or doing your potions essay," Fleur whispered back. I raised an eyebrow at her.

The paper reached us. Fleur instantly signed her name with a flourish before handing the page to me. I took the quill and hesitated...

It didn't take long to sign my own name under nineteen others.


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