Helloooooooooo people! First of all, thank you, thank you, thank you for opening up this fanfiction. Now, it might be good, and it might be bad. I'm not promising you anything except to pay careful attention to whatever you say in your reviews, so please PLEASE review! I have pairings planned which I really want to do, but if a lot of people disagree with them then maybe they'll change. I'll give you a while to notice and guess. Ok, I'm writing all this desperately hoping people will be reading and reviewing but maybe you'll all be disgusted with the first few words and abandon this fanfic as a hopeless case. Noooooooooooooooooo! Don't leave me! is all I can say…Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP. Rub it in, why don't you!

FIVE FOR FIGHTING

Introducing…

Draco Malfoy

He watched the ball of fire slowly sink down into the sea, as if longing for a cooling dip after its long hot journey across the sky. The fire was extinguished, but the sun had lent a few of its many colours to the clouds left floating in huge dusky vault. Pink, mauve, blue, violet, pale orange- the warm colours reminded him of the shadowy iciness in his father's dark manor, the place he was supposed to call home. Black and white marble, devoid of any warmth, except for his mother's smile. And even that single expression of happiness, which had led him through his gloomy childhood, had pretty much been absent lately. Slowly Draco turned away from the darkening sky, and the dark blue waves of the ocean, softly lapping against the shore, like a mother's gentle voice lulling her child to sleep. He walked wearily back across the cold sand- back to the life of war and hate, curses and murder, prejudices and indoctrination, and the cold grandeur of his manor-home, all of which being a Malfoy brought upon him.

Blaise Zabini

The silver BMW braked and the uniformed chauffer hurriedly got out and made haste to open his master's door. In the back seat, lounging against the beige upholstery, a fifteen-year-old boy took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, despite the fact that it was dark outside. He looked dashing in a tailor-made tux; with his messy black hair falling over his eyes in a particularly sexy way. The car-door opened, and he stepped out onto the red carpet outside.

Cameras immediately started clicking, letting out blinding flashes of light and strange puffs of acrid-smelling smoke. The carpet was cordoned off, but behind the ropes, crowds were jostling to get a glimpse of the famous teenage star- Blaise Zabini. The young man was seemingly unfazed by all this, and he raised a hand in a graceful wave. Upon this gesture, thousands of shrieking fan-girls swooned on the spot.

The handsome teenager made his way along the carpet, uptil the large steps, which he climbed with practised ease. Once up the stairs, he walked through the giant double doors, was quickly frisked by the wands of Ministry officials, and then was free to go where he liked.

The huge grand hall was filled with the celebrities of the wizarding world- Celestina Warbeck, Pamela Fitzpatrick, Stavros Destro, Patrick Pane, Melinda Colcannon, Isabella Daniels, Abrac Adabra and even Victor Krum. Alexandra Riel was giving him the eye, and a few other giggling girls he didn't recognise were looking his way, so he started to walk across the Persian carpet to avoid them- only to be spotted by some producer or the other, who started walking purposefully towards him. He finally managed to get away from all of them and sit down on one of the spindly golden chairs typical of such an event scattered around the room.

A few moments later, a stunning woman in sweeping robes of deep azure with a sapphire choker at her throat, came and embraced him, enveloping him in a cloud of expensive perfume.

"Hey Mom," he said tonelessly, once she had released him.

"Why hello, Blaise! How was your meeting with Johnson?"

"I didn't go," was the reply.

"Why ever not?" His mother gave him a meaningful look, which he ignored. "We'll talk about this later. For now, I want you to meet-" she stepped aside to allow a rather handsome Italian-looking man with long black hair in a ponytail to step forward. Any other young star would have gone to great lengths to meet this man, as he was one of the best directors known to the wizarding world. But the only thought which came into Blaise's head as he stood up to greet the gentleman was,

Here we go again!

Ginny Weasley

Ginny was in her favourite position- sipping hot chocolate, sitting with her feet, in a comfortable armchair near the fire, watching her brothers play chess.

"Hah! Take that, Ron! My knight got your bishop!" Bill gloated. Ron grinned and moved his knight and took Bill's queen, checking his king. Bill signed.

"How d'you always do that?"

"Pure talent, Bill, pure talent."

Ginny laughed and joined in the rest of her siblings, teasing Bill. As her eldest brother heard her voice, he stopped sulking and started laughing. He got up, ran over to her, picked her up, and started tickling her. Breathless from laughter, Ginny gasped,

"Stop! Stop!"

"Not until you beg my forgiveness!"

"Never!" she gasped theatrically. Bill started swinging her round and round.

"OK! OK! I'm sorry!" Bill laughed and put her back down on the armchair. She grinned evilly.

"Bad idea!" She sprang up and started chasing him around the tiny room. The twins got up and joined in the chase, singing a war chant. Eventually, Mrs Weasley intervened and made them all stop and go to bed.

Lying in bed, looking up at her posters of The Weird Sisters and Gwenog Jones, Ginny smiled, then turned over and went to sleep.

Adéle Réve

Adele sat on the grass with her head in her hands and her long white skirt thrown over her legs. But her thoughts were far away in a fairytale where princes on white horses rescued beautiful princesses. She was staring glassy-eyes at a fair-haired boy called Dillon. He was the prince in her day dreams. She was riding behind him, her hair streaming behind her, her arms tight around his waist. Adele's day dream changed. She was swinging on a silver swing in the middle of an exquisitely beautiful garden. Suddenly a sandy-haired young man in royal garments dropped over the wall and walked up to her. In his soft voice, he started talking to her. After a while he leaned towards her and…

"Hello." Adele was brought out of her day-dream by a soft voice. The prince was sprawled next to her on the ground. Adele smiled at him. Oh! Her dream might come true…

Harry Potter

The jet-black haired skinny teenager sat typing away furiously on his wiz top. His emerald eyes were fixed on the screen and beads of perspiration were forming on his brow. He was trying to hack into the computer network of Greenland's Parliament. As a wizard, he probably could have done it with a flick of his wand; only, his magic just wasn't up to that standard. In fact, his magic wasn't up to anyone's standards, especially those of his teachers. So, he was hacking into the intensely protected computer network of the government of the country Durmstrang was in, just to get rid of a fellow student he particularly despised.

He was close to giving up and adding the project to the 'Not worth the strain and effort' pile- along with running, Divination, doing his own homework (he had invented a program to do that) and a lot of other things, mostly anything involving physical effort- but a soggy paper ball came and hit him on the back of his head, reminding him of why he had set about starting this in the first place.

"Oi! Dweebetty!" Harry willed himself not to jump on his insulter and start attacking him, because even the guy's intelligence level was nowhere near Harry's, he was five times as strong as him and about ten times as popular- with students and teachers. He decided, instead, to insult him in a way that his miniscule brain wouldn't register as an insult.

"I'm sorry, but the fact that your vocabulary lacks words of the common dictionary, makes it impossible for us to converse at my level of understanding." Hah! The bully was stunned and confused by what he had said, which gave Harry a few minutes of peace to get on with what he was doing. Eventually, the brute managed to come up with the extremely clever conclusion that Harry couldn't have said anything nice, so a look of outrage came onto his face.

"Whad'ya say?" Harry sighed. Then he plastered an excited smile on his face and turned around again.

"Dude! Science facilities should be alerted about you! It's totally unbelievable that a human being, even a wizard, can speak animal language so beautifully! You're totally fluent in pig!" The dungbrain actually looked flattered.

Harry grinned. He had managed to insult someone without them realising it, and to hack into Greenland's government computer network at the same time. He had done this so that he could do anything he liked with the computers, including show them various pictures and information about Durmstrang, if he wanted to. He had prepared a slide show for this purpose, which would not only reveal the location of the wizarding school- which had been kept a secret for many years- but would also alert muggles about the magical community living right under their noses. It would be breaking news, and the peace in which they lived would be destroyed. That is, if the headmaster of Durmstrang did not agree to his conditions. They weren't particularly difficult:

a) Expel Roger Olaf (the brute in his dorm)

b) Give Harry a dormitory of his very own

c) Light fires all over the castle

d) Cook better food, like he had read about Hogwarts

e) Tell all the teachers and other students to stop picking on me.

If none of these conditions were fulfilled, Harry would press a single button, and all hell would break loose for the wizarding world, because of a student in Durmstrang, and therefore the school would earn a very bad reputation. If only a few of them were fulfilled, Harry would send the slideshow to the Daily Prophet wiz comps, and the whole of the wizarding world would know of Durmstrang's secrets, and the school would either have to dip into its funds and relocate or would have to live with being utterly vulnerable.

On half of his screen, a live video from a camera Harry had positioned in the headmaster's office showed a considerably stressed man pacing up and down the office with a letter in his hands.

Serve him right, Harry thought.

Okay so that was introducing all my characters. They've all been through different types of schooling though. Home-schooling, Salem's Institute, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang respectively. The next two chapters will also be in this format…I hope you don't get bored of it. If you do, the plus point is that it makes the chapters uber long. Please review with suggestions. Or just to say it was super duper great? :D