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A/N: I know this Author's Note is going to be huge, but a few things need to be clarified at the moment. There are pairings in this Fanfiction now, and if you don't know what they are, I have the pairings I like on my profile. Don't like the pairings, I'm sorry you 'wasted your time'. If you do like the pairings, then good for you! Also, as I said before, this has soul mates in this story. I'm sorry if you're fed up with soul mates/bonding pairings, but in order for the story to work, it has to be done. One more thing, no spam! I'm not very happy with spammers at the moment, at all. I already have a bit of a temper, and it doesn't help when you have spammers. It honestly doesn't feel that great when you have an obnoxious spammer raiding your reviews. If you have a review, please post it. If not, do not spam!

Harry sat with his friends in a compartment on the train going to Hogwarts. Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and surprisingly, Fred and George; they were talking about various topics, but Ginny and Harry awkwardly glanced at each other from time to time.

There was definitely something strange about that dream they both had; why them and not two other random people? They weren't the least likely to make conversations go even remotely well, at least not since last year. It seemed that something between them had to stop at a barrier, an emotional barrier.

"I wonder what Peeves is going to do," Fred sighed, and everybody grimaced at the name of the Poltergeist haunting the school.

The train ride continued, the seven of them enjoying the cramped space in the compartment; George and Fred had actually decided to sit on the floor, much to everyone's amusement.

It wasn't until they got off the train that they heard the most amusing thing, from Fred and George of course. "Luna can you please scare them?"

Harry silently eavesdropped on the conversation, and he heard the strangest and dreamiest reply from Luna, "Fine, I will do it. But don't blame me; your heads are filled with nargles."

It wasn't until at the feast Harry realized what they meant.

Luna had just finished eating before, she motioned for Fred and George to talk to her, and they whispered excitedly. Luna had pulled the oddest glasses out of her robes; they were mostly scarlet, with a few hints of bright red, and gold. The frames made it look like she had red eyes and the trio smiled evilly as she walked over to the Slytherin table, and tapped Malfoy's shoulder.

Malfoy turned, starting to rant about something, before he gasped as Luna said in a fake Romanian accent. "Hello human, can I please suck your blood? It smells so delicious," at this point Malfoy screamed.

Fred and George did the same thing, laughing maniacally as they scared the first years and the older students just rolled their eyes. Again, just like last year, McGonagall had to calm the first years down, but she didn't issue out detentions.

"You know," Luna sighed loudly, "It isn't like the Slytherins are scared of vampires, right? That would just be absurd."

Fred and George grinned at each other when she said that, and they charmed all of the Slytherins hair to become scarlet and gold, which caused the whole Hall to laugh, except McGonagall, who was now shouting even louder at the three.

Overall they all had a fun time.

It wasn't until after the feast that Dumbledore dismissed them, saying he would tell them an important announcement tomorrow. Disappointed it wasn't today, almost all of the pack left the table, leaving Ginny and Harry to themselves, much to their complaints.

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"Harry! Really, Harry, aren't you even a little excited?" Ginny asked him the night of the announcement.

"I'm not sure. What is this announcement about anyways?"

"Nobody knows, duh!"

The chatter rose as the feast continued, until Dumbledore spoke, "Ah, yes. Most of you are probably anxious for this announcement," he eyed the pack and the Weasley twins, before continuing, "But fear not. The announcement has arrived.

"The Triwizard Tournament will be hosted here, for the first time in about a century."

A bunch of gasps filled the Great Hall, but none were louder than two sixth years and a third year, "You're joking!"

Harry wondered to himself, what was the Triwizard Tournament as Dumbledore replied, "No I am not, Mr. and Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Lovegood."

The chatter roared higher than usual, a bunch of kids spilling out their confusion, excitement, and hopes. Harry covered his ears from the deafening noise, and saw Ginny doing the same. They grinned at each other for a few minutes, all awkwardness disappearing, until they looked away from each other, and Harry saw Ginny go scarlet.

"Further explanation will be implied on the 31st of October," Dumbledore announced, before adding, "Now off to your dorms."

The pack quickly ran off to the Common Room, along with the Fed and George. And everything seemed perfect, until, "I wonder who's going to be chosen for Hogwarts champion," Ron wondered aloud.

"Yes, well, they will probably have restrictions on who can enter," Hermione replied.

"It would still be nice to be champion," Ron sighed, and Fred and George nodded in agreement.

Harry, however, disagreed, "I don't want to be a champion. It would be great and all, if I was a normal wizard."

"If you weren't Harry Potter," Fred began.

"Or a born animagus," George finished off with a grin.

"Not to mention the whole wizarding world would be shocked and devastated if something happened to you," Luna said, "Goodness knows we would need you if Voldemort would return," everyone except Ginny and Harry winced when she said the name.

"Well good night everyone," Hermione sighed before she went upstairs, Luna following her shortly after.

Their conversation lasted for a few more hours, until it was just Harry and Ginny left. She, however, quickly said good night before rushing upstairs. Harry went upstairs a few minutes after that, too, although he didn't go to sleep just yet.

He was now in his fourth year at Hogwarts. Time had flown by fast. Just three more years, if he lived that long, until he was done with his education; the thought was an unusual thing to think about.

Harry also wondered why everything was now so awkward with Ginny. The two had been great friends, the best of friends, until the Quidditch World Cup. Then all of the sudden, things just got weird. She blushed scarlet whenever she saw him, and he couldn't get a hold of why he wanted to be by her side. It was just plain creepy.

And as he pondered these thoughts, Harry fell into a dreamless sleep.

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The new teacher, Mad-Eye Moody, was quite a strange fellow, in Harry's opinion. He told them to be aware of their surroundings, what was going on, and look out for things that may or may not exist. He was like a very paranoid Luna, it was nerve wracking.

Moody always had a strict way of teaching, too. He would often demand the students to perform their very best, and punished them if they didn't. The Gryffindors couldn't help but feel happy whenever Moody actually took points away from Slytherin, which was more often than not at all. The new DADA professor actually taught a very easy and simple plan to follow, not at all silly or boring, unlike Professor Trelawney or Snape's classes, which in some ways was perfect.

So Harry was busy taking notes in Moody's class, along with Hermione and Ron, and Moody was talking about the three Unforgivable Curses. But there was one particular one Harry paid close attention to. "The Avada Kedavra, or the Killing Curse, is the most deadly spell in the world," he made a dramatic pause before continuing, "Everyone dies when this curse is used on them, except one person."

Everybody turned to look at Harry, and he felt his heart start to speed up. "Yes, the survivor of the Killing Curse is sitting right in this very room," Moody finished, and Harry felt like scowling. The Boy Who Lived didn't want his title at all.

The rest of the day he got occasional glances from the Slytherins and Gryffindors, and it annoyed him. The pack was helpful, though, as they glared back at those glances, making people not look at Harry in awe again.

It had seemed like the month was dragging on, it was only the second week at Hogwarts, which didn't make Harry feel any better. The whole situation with the Triwizard Tournament and the mysterious hosting was confusing for many students, making them stay awake wondering what it was. Harry had found this annoying when they mumbled to themselves thinking about what it could be, and if they could be champions. Who would want to almost die trying to earn eternal fame? Harry of course, already knew what eternal fame was like, and it was not fun. People often stared at him, glared at him, or jumped with joy when they saw him. He didn't want to have another reason to have eternal fame.

But Ron, Fred, and George still dreamed of becoming champions, or earning eternal glory or fame. Harry and Ginny tried to reason with them; Harry because he was the Boy Who Lived, and Ginny because people thought she was extraordinary for becoming an animagus in one year; but to no avail.

Luna had also defended her views of the Triwizard Tournament, saying that it was rubbish that was just for people who wanted to be known in the books. She also said that being known in the books wasn't the best thing, as her father, before his death, was often called a fool. But they hadn't listened to her either.

Hermione didn't really say anything about the topic, but also said it was something she didn't want to see any of the pack die from. Overall, the Triwizard Tournament gave the pack a headache, and a major one at that.

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Ginny sighed as she had to listen to Professor Binns, the only ghost teacher at Hogwarts, drabble on about wizarding history. She hadn't really liked the professor that much in the first place, but he had mentioned her a few times when they talked about animagi, and even more unnerving, he called her Ginerva each time! Sure, Ginerva was her actual name, but it wasn't fun when you had a professor using your name each time you didn't want them to!

As she snapped back into reality, she looked around at her classmates. Luna, who was sitting right next to her, was copying down two sets of notes. Goodness knows Ginny knew why she was doing so, and she was silently happy Luna made a great best friend. But as for the other students, most of them were asleep. A few were off daydreaming, and only another student, who was a Slytherin, was actually taking notes. This surprised her, as Slytherins usually didn't care about history of goblins, but he seemed to.

Ginny paid attention for the rest of class, ignoring the faint scribbling of notes on the Slytherin side of the room. She was determined to pay attention to class, even though Luna, her fellow Gryffindor, was taking notes for her. And she succeeded in paying attention.

By the end of class, it was time for lunch in the Great Hall. The two best friends walked to meet up with the rest of their group of friends, who much to Ginny's own shock had now included George and Fred. The joke at the beginning of term feast wasn't that great, sure, but it showed that Luna was now much more opening to others now. How the Weasley twins inspired her to do so, Ginny had no idea. All she knew was that she got her best friend back over the summer, which she was grateful for.

"I'm not a fan of Professor Moody," Harry sighed as soon as she sat down.

"Why not, I thought he was a good professor," Ginny replied, quite thankful this was one of the few moments when things were not awkward between the two.

She noticed somebody glancing at Harry, a Slytherin fourth year, and she glared at him, while Harry replied; "He told our class about the three Unforgiveable Curses. I think you know what happened."

"It's not like everybody's going to stare at you," Hermione tried to reassure him.

He laughed a cold laugh at that, which scared Ginny slightly. "Those are the older students, the ones taught that I was going to come to school sooner or later."

"I know how you feel," Ginny sighed, and she saw the shock in his face, "Binns keeps on mentioning that I'm a prodigy whenever we talk about animagi."

"Both of you have troubles with fame. It must really suck," Luna giggled as she finally said something, and Ginny noticed that her friend no longer had the Quibbler with her. It pained her to see Luna without it; it felt like something was missing in Luna's personality.

"Tell me about it," Harry and Ginny sighed in unison.

The other three boys, on the other hand, were excitedly chatting about the tournament, much to Ginny and Harry's dismay. "I wish they would stop talking about that. It's starting to get annoying; I mean really, they could be killed!" Hermione mumbled to the rest of her friends.

Luna looked worriedly at George and Fred, and Ginny wondered why. George gave her the same look. . . . No, that was just silly. A silly little thought. But still, it would be the only explanation. Ginny decided she would talk about it to her best friend later, because she really wanted to hear the answer.

The rest of the day seemed to drag by, and Ginny had sensed the urge to just run, like it had been last year. But she couldn't, not with the growing possibilities that Voldemort was going to return. The Quidditch World Cup was proof of that, and that mark in the sky. She remembered Harry, Ron, and Hermione's shocked faces, as well as her own, when they saw it, and when they were almost Stunned. Heck, she even felt bad for Winky, the house elf, which was accused of stealing a wand.

But in the end, that didn't matter. There was only one thing that worried her the most; what if Harry was chosen as a champion? Or Ron; or Fred; or even George; what about Luna or Hermione? Or herself as champion; if one of them was chosen, they could die! Did her idiotic brothers not realize this? Did they not realize they could die in the Tournament?

She, a she-wolf in heart, soul, and even in a form, worried over her pack. It was even funnier that their group decided to name themselves that, ironic even. Ginny knew that the main reason why they named themselves such a name was because that Harry was a born animagus, but it had gotten even more ironic when she became an animagus herself.

Even McGonagall said she was a gifted witch, a prodigy, for her age. Nobody could conjure the spell so perfectly for a first year, in such a short time. It usually took about three years to a decade before somebody could master it, and yet Ginny had mastered it.

Slowly pondering these thoughts, Ginny fell into a deep sleep, but it was anything but peaceful.