(starts on page 235, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and basically switches from Harry's point of view to Draco's)

Draco Lucius Malfoy strode belligerently back into Hogwarts after a particularly brutal Care of Magical Creatures class with his accomplices Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle at his heels. Both were gleefully taunting everyone within earshot as they blundered to keep up with Draco's fast pace.

Turning too quickly to look at a group of people who were gathered outside the entrance of the Great Hall, Draco winced as his head throbbed. He was still sore (and thoroughly humiliated) from being transformed into a ferret and thrown around by the battiest teacher Hogwarts had ever hired. Lucius Malfoy had been furious to hear Draco had several bruises (which wasn't exaggerated all too much) and was doing everything in his power to get Mad-Eye Moody removed from his Defense Against the Dark Arts post.

The crowd was chatting excitedly around a sign at the foot of the moving staircase. With a snap of Draco's fingers, Goyle seized the nearest first-year by the back of her robes and lifted her off the ground. Terrified, the first year let out a squeak and began kicking madly, even though she was a foot above the floor.

"What does that sign say?" Crabbe barked in the girls' face, laughing when she looked like she was going to cry. Suddenly a fire lit up behind her eyes, but almost immediately it was extinguished by fear.

"I-I-It's about t-the Triwizard T-T-Tournament. The two schools th-that are coming are going to arrive at s-six o'clock October thirtieth," she sputtered, her eyes closed so she wouldn't have to look at Goyle's bulging muscles. With a wave of Draco's hand, Goyle released the girl, who immediately darted out of sight.

"A week…." Draco mused as they began to walk to their next class, shoving aside every first, second, and third year they passed. "I do hope they can fix up this piece-of-rubbish school before the others get here. My father was greatly considering sending me to Durmstrang, but he said it would be improper. 'Your mother and I were both in Slytherin, along with all of your relatives. You'd be an embarrassment if you broke the tradition'," Draco quoted hotly, wishing his father just would've broken the "tradition" so he could've gone to a proper school instead of being dumped into a madhouse for Muggle-borns and Harry Potter fans.

The trio loped into Divination five minutes late, but Professor Trelawney took no notice. She was intently staring into a crystal ball set between two Ravenclaw boys, her owl-like eyes magnified to the size of dinner plates through the glass. The two boys exchanged heated glances when Professor Trelawney straightened with a tut.

"I'm sorry, dears, but the representative for Hogwarts in the tournament will not be from Ravenclaw or Slytherin," she said in a very as-a-matter-of-fact voice. With an angry groan, one of the boys handed the other three sickles. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw multiple flashes from under the tables as money was exchanged by the other students.

The professor immediately explained her prediction actually tied in with the lesson – they had to predict something by looking into their crystal ball, but whatever they predicted had to happen in the next couple of weeks. The sooner and more accurate it was, the higher your marks were.

Goyle let out a groan that sounded much like an overstuffed pig with a stomachache, whereas Crabbe immediately stared into the crystal ball with such intensity Draco was expecting a huge scorch mark to appear in the orb's smooth surface.

"I just saw you asking me to the Yule ball," a husky voice murmured.

Pretending his shoulders tensing was only because he was turning around, Draco faced Pansy Parkinson with a very forced smirk, which she returned with a bulldog-ish smile.

"Yeah, right. I just saw you dancing with a Beauxbatons freak. He had glasses and a nose like Dumbledore's, and did I mention he had something stuck in his teeth? Besides…." Draco turned back to his crystal ball and peered in it, pretending to see something.

Only he did see something. Something odd and perplexing at the same time.

It was a girl who looked to be about in her third year. She had stunning deep brunette hair, so dark it looked black. It had several lime green highlights in it and they made her look like a lollipop because her hair was fanned out around her head, which only made her look even more beautiful.

As Draco continued to stare, he realized the girl was oddly colorless and her transfixing hazel-brown eyes were wide open and staring into nothingness.

She was dead.

Startled, Draco came to his senses when someone hit his arm. Dazed, he blinked and looked up at Pansy, who was as angry as a whole hive of bees.

"Besides what?" she demanded shrilly, cracking her scabbed knuckles with a murderous glare.

He wasn't listening at all. He was thinking about the girl he had seen. She might have been from Hogwarts – Draco thought he recognized her a little – but she could be from one of the visiting schools as well.

Suddenly his neck felt very warm. Loosening his shirt and tie, Draco swallowed with difficulty.

Why did he see that girl? And, more importantly, why did he see her dead?

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