Wasn't this quick? Haha, I'll try to keep it that way. Thank you for all the lovely reviews! It was a great first start of a new story :) First of all, Nadiahz, I'm sorry but Circe is not gonna be in love with Snape, I don't want them to end with a statutory rape. Secondly, I never thought Circe as a seer, Jessica but maybe she is ;) Thirdly, to the rest, tmjay10, byronichero and zippokey, thank you for the reviews! Fourthly, stupid Sobjack, at least I didn't need to remind you the last time. Can't wait to see you again!

Dear Circe,

I hope that you have spent the summer wisely though I have high suspicion that you had been brushing up on more curses and hexes (why I find that worrying I will never know). I am doing rather well now with a job of giving private lessons to those who are home-schooled though I must say; the students I received took teacher-crushes to a whole new level. There was this girl whose name I will not reveal started stalking me from the first week of her lessons. She followed me when I went to dinner with a friend. Everything went well throughout the dinner until we were about to leave when she jumped in front of us and call my friend a name which should never be spoken by a lady. It was truly a horrifying experience; I quit the very next day! But not to worry, I'm settling nicely with a warm family with three boys and a girl. Very down to earth, they are and they haven't had problems with my second nature, which I was absolutely grateful for.

Anyway, I received your last letter with much enthusiasm when you mentioned before that you have somehow learnt about the Triwizard Tournament. How you came upon this classified information is beyond my understanding but I have a feeling you always know more than you should. Yes, the tournament is going to be held in Hogwarts this year.

The first Triwizard Tournament was in 1294 between the three largest Wizarding school in Europe, namely Hogwarts, Durmstrang Institution (now if you knew the actual location of the school, I'd say you have spies all over the world) and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Champions are selected by putting their candidacy into the Goblet of Fire, an impartial judger that will ultimately produce the most able student from the respective schools to compete. Selected Champions must complete three extremely dangerous tasks that put their magical abilities, knowledge and courage to the test. The Champions compete for the honour and glory of winning the tournament and the prize of the victor is the Triwizard Cup and a monetary prize. Though, because of the increasing death rate, it was discontinued in 1792.

The friend I mentioned earlier had told me that the tournament is revived with restrictions in place to avoid potential death, with the main one that no students under the age of seventeen are allowed to participate. I thought it was a good idea. A student had a very violent death when he was faced up with a Chimera in 1304. So I'm warning you not to do anything mischievous.

Anyway, enough of the tournament, remember Bertha Jorkins, the lady with extreme forgetfulness who went missing awhile back? Well, she still hasn't returned from Albania though some people from the Ministry wasn't worried, saying that she'd probably turned up in the middle of October. Poor woman, I feel rather sorry for her. Someone really ought to do something about her being missing.

The Quidditch World Cup is approaching fast. Regretfully, I can't make it due to prior engagements though I do hope Bulgaria wins! Are you going? Because I think you'd need Severus's permission if I'm not mistaken. Oh, I forgot, you're not a Quidditch fan! Sorry but you to let you know, you're missing one of the greatest sports in magic.

Well, school is starting soon. I hope you have another splendid year. Do you know who is your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher already?

Sincerely,

Remus

Circe folded the letter after reading it for the tenth times. They were already in first-name basis now the he was no longer her teacher and Circe was glad of his correspondence.

It was already late noon and if she didn't want to miss anything important, she should have left by now. But she came across a book with something that gotten hold of her interest that she didn't want to put the book down. She needed to consult someone; Remus was out of the question because even though he isn't her teacher anymore, that doesn't stop him from telling Dumbledore about her strange queries, Snape still hasn't replied any of her letters to Spinner End's even with the briberies of a box of good English Blueberry muffins, Dumbledore would ask a dozen more questions before he would ever answer her and she didn't want Elphias to know her this other doings. Bless him, Elphias! When they stumbled in Hog's Head during a first summer in Hogwarts, Circe could immediately recognize Dumbledore's childhood friend. She wanted to get to the headmaster at first and she gathered by striking off with his best friend was a good way to go. It wasn't until when they were discussing about Lord Voldemort and the dark period did she let slipped that she was his daughter. It still amused her recalling how stricken with fear he was that he ran out of the pub. But Circe followed him back and calmed him down. It was only after awhile until she told him her plan to find and kill him. It was weeks before he actually believed her and he gave her Ninetails as a sign of their mutual trust. He agreed with her plan to revive Voldemort because either way, Elphias knew he would come back sooner or later. And thanks to his worldly knowledge after travelling around the world, he had provided her the means to achieve something she had been thinking about for a very long time.

And about that thing she had been thinking for a very long time, the other thing she was going after that Elphias doesn't know, she needed more information.

Dear Remus,

I told you how some girls would react to you but you never listened. Serves you right! However, you must be very happy for your new students. I know how hard it is for you to get a job with your second nature but I'm really glad that you found something suitable (really, no sarcasm there).

Someone told me about it but who that person is, is none of your concern so don't bother asking. The Triwizard Tournament sounds like a bore, I mean, who on earth would die for a cup and money? So, don't worry, I won't even try to enter it. But does that mean that students from other countries coming to Hogwarts because that would mean foreign students and I heard that Durmstrang's boys are hot! And no, I don't know where this institution is but I do have spies everywhere. Just wondering, who arranges how things go in the tournament, like who decides what task would be given and such?

Anyway, for your information, as I am writing this letter, I am already dressed up to the World Cup. I know I never like the fact that people are beating cannon balls at each other while another is blindly searching for a golden flying-thing but I suppose there could be some sort of fun...like betting? I couldn't be bothered who wins really as long as the game doesn't take too long.

She hasn't come back? Really? Well, I can't say that I'm at all surprise by the fact that no one's looking for her with the World Cup and the tournament all happening. Say, Remus, which department is Bertha working in? I mean, you said before that she was somewhere in the department of Magical Games and Sport, didn't you?

Well, I better get to the stadium soon or I'll be late and then there'll be no point going. And one more thing, is this friend of yours a female? Tsk, tsk...you're seeing someone, aren't you?

Unsincerely,

Circe

Ps, I didn't get any permission from anyone to see the World Cup and I don't care if you should tell Dumbledore or Snape.

There, she had asked all the questions she needed to ask for now and hoped with all her heart that he wouldn't find her questions suspicious or he'll never give her a direct answer. While she did not appreciate the horror from her recent nightmare, she was glad of it because it was the sure future and there was a lot of clearing up to do from the looks of it.

Picking up her satchel, she left for the south courtyard where she conjured a Smoke Ball and off she went.

Circe landed in a small clearing and as soon as the black smoke faded away, she could hear laughter and gaiety some distance away. Arranging her dishevelled hair, she made her way out of the clearing and immediately a hundred or more tents with fancy decorations and colours greeted her.

A little girl dressed in green wheezed pass her on a miniature broomstick and a hysterical mother running behind her. "Kathy! Kathy, come back here!"

Circe kept walking and spotted a group of girls gossiping in an American accent. When she strolled by, one of them, who was biting her lower lip, gave Circe a hard stare. Ignoring the blonde, she ventured on, passing by a bright green tent with a sundial and a small angel fountain.

"Hey! Hey, Silent One!"

Circe turned around and behind the crowds going to and fro was Fred, who was already running up to her.

"Fred! It's so nice to see you again!" she greeted him.

"Yea!" then for a moment he was lost at words. "I can't believe you came for the World Cup! Who are you and what have you done with my Silent One?"

Circe grinned. "Hey, I'm trying to be open-minded here. Besides, cooping up in the castle can be tiring."

"You should have spent the summer with me, don't say I didn't invite you. But, gosh, I miss you!" he said and moved forward to hug her but Circe stepped back as a warning.

"Well, I didn't. Anyway," She said, giving him the look and then turning to the tent. "What's up with you people? What's with all these...fancy stuff? I mean, a sundial? And...a bird house?"

"Well, we can't help showing off. You should see the Malfoy's, they brought along their league of devoted house elves." Fred said with a laugh.

"That's the Malfoy's, it's expected-

"Come meet my family!" he suddenly jutted in and before she could say anything else, Fred had already grabbed her elbows and dragging her to his tent.

"Whoa! Wait, meet your family?" said Circe as she tried to pull away but failed as he navigated her through the crowds. This was probably the worst nightmare for her, the most awkward moment of her life. She knew they were approaching when a bright spark came whooshing out of a tent and a woman yelled, "George, I told you that I will not have any of this again!"

"Oh, in case mom makes a scene, forgive her." Fred said with a wink.

"She's in a bad mood, maybe I shouldn't come-"

"Fred! You brought the Silent One of Slytherin, I can't believe it!" a voice shouted from the inside and George appeared. "Well, it's a surprise." He grinned and walked up to her, his arms wide open, ready for an embrace.

"Don't." Said Fred, stopping him just in time. "She'll explode."

George looked at Circe's I-Hate-This expression and took a few steps back. "All right, got it. But, allow me to welcome you to our humble abode." He said with a bow.

"Thank you, guys. But really, I rather not impose-

"GEORGE! WHERE ARE YOU? I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET-" and as the scream grew louder, a short, plump woman rushed out from the tent with a roller. Her face was flush with anger and her mouth was ready for another round of rant. But she stopped short when she saw Circe. "Why, hello there. Are you friends with my sons?" she said pleasantly and Circe knew smiling was almost her second nature.

"I-er-yes, I'm friends with your sons." She nodded uncomfortably.

"Well, forgive my sons if they are unbearable at times. My parentings skills must have gone wrong somewhere and I still can't figure them out!" she said eyeing the twins.

"Aww, mom, you've been always the best!" cooed Fred.

"And don't deny it, you enjoy being mad at us some times." Said George sweetly. "And besides, it's only because of us you never get bored."

"Now, mom, this is..." Fred said with a little uncertainty as he shifted his gaze to Circe.

"I'm Circe Grace, Mrs Weasley." She said with a sigh and stretched her hand out.

"Circe? What a lovely name! Call me Molly, Mrs Weasley makes me sound so pompous." Said Molly Weasley as she ignored the hand. Instead, she came forward and gave Circe a great bear hug which she returned cordially with a strained smile. "Now, I'm preparing a scrumptious brunch, come back in another 30 minutes, Circe dear, and join us." Then she eyed at Fred. "Make sure she comes back. And as punishment, George," she said now turning to the other twin. "Help me in the kitchen." Then, she walked back into the tent with the roller in her hand and a sulking George followed dutifully.

Circe elbowed Fred as she walked on. "I can't believe you forgot my name!" she hissed.

"And I can't believe you hug my mom!" he replied back. "Wasn't it just fabulous back there? And believe me, my mom makes the best blueberry tart, I swear to Merlin!"

"Fred! When will you ever get that I'm not into this whole...meeting-my-friend's-family thing?" she cried out.

"Well, too bad, you can't back out now and she expects you later and it couldn't be that bad." He said, trying to convince her. "My mom is really fine, just don't forget to take second helpings of everything and you'll be fine."

"Fred, maybe you didn't know but your brother and I have a silent animosity between us. And I really don't appreciate him glaring at me at the table." said Circe.

"Which brother?"

"Ron."

Fred gave a loud laugh. "Who cares about Ron? Honestly, just ignore him and my mom will probably nudge him not to be so rude to the guest."

"It's not that simple, Fred-

"Hey, there's dad. C'mon!" and Fred once again dragged her by the elbow.

So maybe it couldn't be that bad to meet the father but as they were approaching, Circe could see that Mr Weasley was not alone. There with him was Harry, Hermione and Ron, Ginny, Percy and two other red-heads that Circe wasn't familiar with along a man wearing long Quidditch robes in thick horizontal strips of black and yellow. There was an enormous picture of a wasp splashed across his chest. The robes were slightly stretched across his large belly. His nose was looked crooked and his hair short and blond. But his rosy complexion stood out the most as he was talking animatedly to Mr Weasley while the rest was just looking on.

When the group saw them coming, he immediately greeted them with an enormous, cheerful smile. "So, this must be another Weasley! One of the twins, I suppose, Arthur?"

"That's right, Ludo. This is Fred and..."

Suddenly, everybody was staring blankly at Circe, who was cowering behind Fred, hoping no one would notice her. Fred wondered why the sudden silent when he turned around. "Oh, this is Circe Grace, Mr Bagman, a friend of mine from school." He introduced as he stepped aside, exposing Circe.

Ludo Bagman's eyes widened. "By Merlin! You're the girl who's driving Bode and Croaker of the Department of Mysteries mad! Why you're the one Hogwarts missed, aren't you?"

Circe merely smiled and nodded.

"Hah! And you beat old Nate flat in the duelling test! My, my, hard to find such talent these days! You had Nate almost quitting the Ministry. Bless you, I'm honoured to meet you, Circe!" he said excitedly as he stretched out his hands. "I'm Ludo Bagman!"

Circe forced a friendly smile as she shook his hands while noted that Percy was scowling with disapprove.

"Well, are you here with your family? Love to meet them, must have taken a lot of effort to raise a child like you." He beamed.

Circe did not even bat an eye.

"Erm...Mr Bagman," Fred began with a cough. "Actually, her parents died."

There was a moment of awkwardness and Circe swore in her heart that she would kill Fred after the whole event was over.

"Oh...how tactless of me. You see, when a man gets older, he forgets." Ludo Bagman said with a shy grin. "Do forgive me, Circe. You're here alone then? Do you have good tickets for the match?"

"Oh, just the regular ones, I'm not much of a Quidditch fan actually." She said with a pretend laugh.

"That's because you're getting the regular tickets, my dear!" he said loudly. "Well, I would have none of that! I'll get you the tickets for the Top Box and you'll experience Quidditch like you have never before!"

"Why thank you, Mr Bagman." Circe replied cordially and elbowed Fred when she was sure no one was watching.

"So Arthur, have you seen Barty Crouch? My Bulgarian opposite number's making difficulties and I can't understand a word he's saying. Barty'll be able to sort it out. He speaks about a hundred and fifty languages." Bagman said, now turning to Mr Weasley.

"Mr Crouch?" said Percy, suddenly abandoning his look of poker-stiff disapproval and was positively glowing with excitement. "He speaks over two hundred! Mermish and Gobbledegook and Troll..."

Circe gave him an odd look as though showing obvious doubt whether Troll was really an actual language. Percy caught her look and threw her a cold stare.

"Any news of Bertha Jorkins yet, Ludo?" Mr Weasley asked, changing the topic.

"Not a dicky bird." Said Bagman comfortably. "But she'll turn up. Poor old Bertha...memory like a leaky cauldron and no sense of direction. Lost, you take my word for it. She'll wander back into the office some time in October, thinking it's still June."

"Is she always so forgetful?" Circe suddenly spoke and everybody looked at her oddly except for Bagman, who seemed delighted at her question. "I mean, she's too young to have Alzheimer's, right?"

"Hmm..." he said with a thought. "Come to think of it, she wasn't that a scatterbrained, was she, Arthur? I remember Billingham once said she was an efficient secretary when she was at the Department of Magical Transportation, said you couldn't find another better one than her. Isn't that odd?"

"But it is peculiar, isn't it? To you recall when she put your entire meetings on a Sunday thinking it was a Monday? And what about that article about the Montrose Magpies losing their charm and swift? Instead of the Montrose team, she typed in the Kenmare Kestrels! We almost had a lawsuit over than error." Quipped Mr Weasley.

"Well, I'm positive there's only one Bertha Jorkins." Nodded Bagman thoughtfully.

"So something must have happened to her." jutted in Circe urgently. Everyone was surprised by her suddenly interest in the topic except for Bagman and Mr Weasley. "I mean, do recall when was the last time she started to become...inefficient?"

"Well..." said Bagman, rubbing his chin. "I must say, it was around the time when I sent her to old Barty's to sign some dreadful documents only he could take the time to read it."

"What happened?" said Circe, moving slightly forward.

"For starters, I didn't notice anything, well, until the day she signed the papers that I was suppose to sign, a bloody disaster." He said, shuddering. "Maybe she had an accident on the way back, roll down a hill and knocked her head or something like that. That is possible, isn't it?"

"Either way, don't you think it might be time to send someone to look for her?" Mr Weasley suggested tentatively.

"Barty keeps saying that but we really can't spare anyone at the moment. Oh – and talk of the devil! Barty!" Bagman cried out when a stiff, upright, elderly man apparated near them. Unlike Bagman and his boyish demeanour, Crouch presented as a serious man and someone who expects high-performance and perfection and Circe could understand why Percy idolized the man. Clad in a crisp grey suit and a gleaming pocket watch, he walked towards them.

"We were just talking about you, Barty. Come and join us for a little while!" said Bagman brightly, patting him on the back.

"No, thank you, Barty." Said Crouch with a hint of impatience. "I've been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians want another twelve seats in their Top Box and this time, they are insisting on it."

"Oh, them and their funny accents, I couldn't understand even if we were talking about the weather." Bagman said with a laugh. "Say Barty, just to enquire, anything happened the day Bertha came to your house for the documents?"

"What do you mean?" said Crouch, with his eyebrows narrowed as he accepted a cup of tea from Percy.

"Well, we were just discussing about her. She wasn't that forgetful, was she? Have you ever notice that?"

"Don't know what you're talking about. The woman is bound to appear soon enough and once all these are over, we'll send someone to find her if she still hasn't come back." Crouch said with increased impatience as he waved his hand. "Weatherby, more tea please."

Fred choked and grin teasingly while the others couldn't help but stifled a grin but Circe was silent and listening attentively at Bagman and Crouch.

"Well, it's natural to be curious and if it wasn't for this wonderful lady here, we would never have notice! I'm sure you've heard of her, Barty." Said Bagman as he ushered Circe forward, who greeted him with a warm smile but she made sure the there was a hint of distrust behind it. "This is Circe Grace, the girl who made Burkeshaw break his faithful wand or 30 years!"

"Ah, yes. You are the one making us wonder where we went wrong." Said Crouch with a smile though he caught the suspicious in her smile. "You said something about her, Barty?" he said but his eyes never left hers.

"Indeed, it was Circe who suggested that maybe something happened to Bertha that led to her tragic forgetfulness. Wouldn't have thought of it if not for her." Bagman said cheerfully.

"Did she now..." said Crouch. "But I don't recall anything odd about Bertha went she came to my house. She just handed the documents over and she made her way home."

"Well, maybe something happened when she was at your house, Mr Crouch." Circe said daringly and Percy accidently spilled his tea.

"Or maybe she had an accident on her way back from my house." He replied civilizely.

"So, it's a fifty fifty chance." Said Circe, staring straight into his eyes without batting an eye. She could hear Percy gasped at her while the others were swallowed in silence. Even Mr Weasley stared at the both of them tensely. Only Bagman seemed to enjoy the verbal war.

"Hahaha...it's good to see that we're all getting along finely!" he said merrily, rubbing his hands together. "Well, I better see to that extra twelve seats and Circe, a Top Box seat for you, eh?" he grinned and walked away.

Crouch gave his cup back to Percy. "Thank you, Weatherby." He adjusted his tie like a businessman and gave Circe another stare which she returned with her sarcastic smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Grace." He said coolly and disapparated.

There was a moment of silence in the group as everyone stared disbelievingly at Circe.

"What?" she said, looking annoyed.

"You are my hero, Circe. It's no wonder Fred talks about you all summer." Said a young man with long, red hair like the rest of the Weasleys with admire. "Hi, I'm Charlie."

"Oh, the Dragon-Man." Circe smiled demurely.

"Is that what Fred calls me?" Charlie said, looking at Fred, who looked confused.

"No, it's my personal nickname for you." She said with a grin that Fred swore she was almost flirting with his brother.

"Okay!" Fred said loudly as he pulled Circe away from Charlie. "Mom told us to be back in 30 so I think we better head back to the camp."

"Great, is Circe invited?" said Charlie with enthusiasm.

"Yes." Said Fred a bit reluctantly.

"Then let's go." And he smiled and went off with the others.

"What was that?" Fred hissed into her ears when he was sure they were a distance away.

"What was that what?" she said innocently.

"That whole 'Dragon-Man' thing! Not to mention your little debate with Crouch! And what's with this Bertha Jorkins?" Fred said, obviously finding her very shocking.

Circe grinned mischievously. "One question at a time, Fred, one question at a time."

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lOVE, Wildreams