I ran through a huge maze, soon I saw a pretty cup. I saw Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory fight another student and they moved toward the cup. Just as Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory grabbed it, I felt the sensation of a portkey and I landed in a graveyard beside Harry and Cedric.
"Kill the spare." A voice hissed.
"Avada Kadavra." A man shouted. Cedric fell to the ground spread-eagle.
"Cedric!" I woke up with a cold sweat all over my body. Elizaveta Héderváry was hovering over me looking very concerned.
"Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" she said. I nodded then burst out crying. Elizaveta and the other girls I was rooming with tried to calm me down to no avail. Finally they sent Natalia Braginsky to get my bruders. I took no notice of this and continued to cry and cry and cry. The doors swung open and my concerned bruders rushed in.
"Schwester, was ist los?" Gilbert said as he reached my bed.
"Ich sah Cedric in meinem Traum zu sterben. Er was ermordet worden." I whispered as both Gilbert and Ludwig sat down on either side of me and wrapped their arms around me.
"Wer hat ihn umgebracht?" Ludwig asked.
"Ich weiß nicht, wer nur ein Übergewicht, Ratten wie Menschen." I whispered.
"Was passiert in Ihrem Traum?" Gilbert asked.
"Ich lief durch ein riesiges Labyrinth, bald sah ich ein ziemlich Tasse. Ich sah Harry Potter und Cedric Diggory Kampf ein anderer Student, und sie bewegte sich auf die Tasse. Genau wie Harry Potter und Cedric Diggory es packte, fühlte ich das Gefühl eines Portschlüssel und ich landete auf dem Friedhof neben Harry und Cedric.
"Kill the ersparen." Eine Stimme zischte.
"Avada Kadavra." Ein Mann schrie. Cedric fiel zu Boden ausbreiten-Adler." I recalled.
"Sind Sie sicher, dass war ein Traum und nicht Vision der Zukunft?" Ludwig asked looking into my eyes. He was right! Rumor around Hogwarts was that Cedric would be Hogwarts' Triwizard Champion. Maybe it was the future!
"Ich habe gehört, dass die Divination Lehrer könnte Träume zu deuten. Mal sehen, was sie das macht." Gilbert said as he and Ludwig stood up and pulled me out of my bed. I glanced at the clock. It was 3:00 A.M. She wouldn't be up right now! But I went anyway, the dream was bothering me, so why not? We walked up to where her room was and asked the portrait if the Divination teacher was there.
"She went up to her classroom. Said something about some students needing her assistance." The portrait grumbled. We thanked it and made our way to the classroom. Gilbert reached out to knock on the door, but before he could the door opened revealing the Divination teacher Sybill Trewlany.
"Yes, you need my assistance, correct?" she said. Gilbert, Ludwig, and I nodded in unison.
"Come in dears," she opened the door wider so that we could go in her classroom "Tell me what is troubling you, dear." She said looking at me. Wow. How did she know I was the one who actually needed her help?
"I had this dream last night, and my bruder Ludwig," I motioned to my bruder sitting on my right "said that perhaps it wasn't a dream, maybe it was the future. Then my other bruder Gilbert said that you could possibly help me." I explained.
"What is it that you would like me to do?" she asked.
"She wants you to interpret the dream if it's a dream. And if it's not a dream let her know that it's not a dream." Ludwig answered.
"All right, tell me your dream." She said.
"I ran through a huge maze, soon I saw a pretty cup. I saw Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory fight another student and they moved toward the cup. Just as Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory grabbed it, I felt the sensation of a portkey and I landed in a graveyard beside Harry and Cedric.
"Kill the spare." A voice hissed.
"Avada Kadavra." A man shouted. Cedric fell to the ground spread-eagle." I told her.
"This voice, what did it sound like?" she asked with a dark expression on her face.
"Snake like, high pitched, evil." I said. She looked absolutely startled.
"This man, what was he like?" she asked.
"Overweight, rat like, slimy, watery, evil." I said suddenly scared of the answer.
"I'm afraid that this is the future, but I cannot be certain. The voice you heard was He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named, but he has been dead for near 13 years. The man was Peter Pettigrew, thought to be dead but was found alive last year. Albeit a servant of He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named." She said sadly.
"Große, einfach toll! Voldemort könnte in der Nähe Hogwarts kommen! Umgebung von Ludwig und Neamhain, in der Nähe alle anderen in der Schule! Ich werde ihn umbringen, wenn er in der Nähe meiner Familie und Freunden geht." Gilbert snarled then swore softly in German.
" Er hat, nach Deutschland zu beantworten, wenn er irgendwo kommt hier in der Nähe. Dann natürlich Amerika, England, und jedem anderen Land hier in der Gegend." Ludwig snarled angrily. When we left the classroom later, the sun was coming up and we decided today was a nice day for a walk. So we ran back to our rooms and changed into day clothes. We had just passed the library when a bushy haired girl came out and ran over to us.
"Hi Hermione! Nice morning isn't it?" I greeted her cheerfully.
"Hello Neamhain, can I talk to you three in private?" she asked quietly.
"Uh. Sure, come walk with us. We'll talk then." I said confused. We walked up towards the Owlry and stopped before we were there completely.
"What is it that you wanted to talk to us about?" I asked turning to look at her, Gilbert and Ludwig doing the same.
"I know who you three are. Gilbert is the previous country of Prussia, Ludwig is Germany, and Neamhain represents the people of mixed ethnicity from Prussia and Germany. I'm afraid that puts you as high targets for You-Know-Who's remaining followers. So please be careful there are Death Eaters' children here and if he somehow comes back, they'll tell their parents who'll tell You-Know-Who. I also know that some of the other students are other nations of the world. Tell them too. Please, I don't want any of you to get hurt by them." She said looking at us pleadingly. We nodded at her to show our undstanding. I told her my dream and she said that it was probbably a nightmare but to be careful. Ludwig left to go have a makeshift "world meeting" with the other nations. Gilbert left to go get some food, leaving me alone. I walked down to the lake and started to wade out in the cool water.
"Be careful, there might be some unpleasant things out in ze vater." A voice said behind me. I spun around to see the Bulgarian accented boy I saw the day before standing behind me.
"Maybe I'm not worried about 'unpleasant things out in the water'." I snapped at him
He chuckled, "You haff spirit. I see it a lot in the Irish people. Perhaps you might have Irish blood."
"I'm half Irish. Mein late Mutter was from Ireland." I said looking at him.
"Hmm. You speak like a German, yet you say you have Irish blood, interesting." He mused.
"Mein late Papa was a German. Mein älterer Bruder is German and mein ältester Bruder is Prussian. I live in Berlin when I'm not at school." I said giving him a quizzical look.
"Hmmm….. German-Irish, not a very common back ground." He said looking as if he was contemplating this.
"Who are you? Are you from Bulgaria?" I snapped fighting to control the mix of a flush and a blush that was threatening to make itself known. I wasn't too fond of people treating me like a weak little girl or inquiring about my heritage as if they expected I wasn't just a normal magic GerIrish girl.
"I am Viktor Krum. I am from Bulgaria. Vho are you?" He said sizing me up.
"Neamhain Fionnait Beilschmidt. Aren't you that Seeker for the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team?" I replied sizing him up.
"Yes I am. You aren't an obsessive fan are you?" He said looking at me apprehensively.
"No I'm not an obsessive fan. I prefer the Roman Seraphs to any other team." I said rolling my eyes.
"Roman Seraphs? I haff never heard of them before." He said tilting his head.
"They're Italian. My älterer German bruder's best friend is Italian. I picked it up from the Italian and his older twin bruder. Mainly the twin bruder, I hang out with him more." I said looking at him as if he had grown another head.
"Neamhain! Where the crapola are you? Oh fratello. Spero che lei decide di fare una comparsa presto, fa freddo qui fuori." An Italian voice called. Viktor and I watched a brown haired boy with a curl to one side of his head as he walked into our line of sight.
"Qui Lovino! Giù dal lago nero. Vieni qui e aiutarmi a spiegare circa il Serafini Romano!" I shouted waving my arm frantically at the boy. He saw me and a sour look crossed his face as he trudged down to the lake.
"Dove diavolo sei stato? Ho già cercato in tutti per voi!" He growled at me.
"Depende. Quando vuoi dire? Sono stato in diversi luoghi di questa mattina." I said tapping my chin. Viktor's mind was going into overtime just trying to figure out who this boy I was talking to was. I decided to help him just a bit.
"Viktor, this is Lovino Vargas. The older of the two Italian twins I was talking about. Lovino, this is Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker that's all anyone talks about anymore." I introduced. Lovino growled and nodded and Viktor nodded towards Lovino.
"Che pone sei stata in questo mattina?" Lovino growled.
"Sono andota in classe Divinazione a circa mezznotte, ad avere un songo o una vision interpretato," I said as I grabbed his scarf and pulled him a little bit closer because it was cold and I wanted to tell him something private, "Sono tornato al dormitorio e poi è andato a fare una passeggiata con i miei fratelli e Hermione lo sa," I whispered as I let go of his scarf and his face took on a extremely irritated look, "Sono venuto giù al lago dopo I miei fratelli si separerono per il momento ed eccomi qui." I finished.
"Quanto costa questa Hermione sa?" Lovino sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Non so quanto Hermione sa in realtà, ma non è solo lei." I shook my head.
"Chi altro lo sa?"
"Questo ragazzo, Seamus Finnigan. Lui sa tutto." I said looking at Lovino's face helplessly. He swore in Italian.
"Hey, Viktor? Can we continue this conversation later?" I asked turning to look at Viktor.
"Yes, we will talk later." He nodded. I turned to Lovino and we started walking up the path to the castle.
"Chi ha detto Seamus Finnigan di noi?" He asked.
"Sua madre ha fatto, poi Arthur e ho scoperto che dopo aver chiamato Arthur, in Inghilterra." I replied running my hand through my hair. Lovino swore loudly in Italian.
"Hahahaha! That was funny Drakey-kins! I agree with you she must be stirring her cauldron the other way to be hanging out with him!" A shrill voice cut through our conversation.
"She seemed all right at first, but now that I know what type of company she hangs out with, she's no better than them!" Draco Malfoy taunted looking directly at me and Lovino.
"Ignore them, Neamhain. It's not worth it." Lovino mumbled turning red.
"Hmm. You know what? I thought you were all right at first but now I see the truth." I shouted at them grabbed Lovino's arm and started to pull him in another direction.
"And what would that be, darling?" Draco said stressing the darling.
"You're an orokana, jinsei nashide baka o ijime!" I shouted at him. Little did I know that a "world meeting" was over and a certain Japanese man was walking just in hearing range of what I was saying.
"Neamhain! Koko de nani ga okotte iru?" A quiet but firm voice called but I paid no heed to.
"You're a stupid Nazi Irish idiot! You can't even talk correctly! I guess you're-" Draco was cut off by my fist connecting with his jaw.
"I am not an idiot! Nor a Nazi! I was speaking in Japanese you baka!" I shrieked at him beating him to a bloody pulp.
"Neamhain wa, genzai teishi shite, nani ga okotte iru ka setsumei suru!" A voice yelled as a pair of hands pulled me off of Draco.
"Kiku! Kare wa watashi ni Nachi to orokana Airurando no baka to yoba reru! Mata kare wa, bujoku-tekina Lovinodeshita!" I yelled struggling against the firm, strong hold Honda Kiku had on me.
"Rovino, your brother is rooking for you and if anyone is rooking Neamhain or myserf tell them we wirr be back in time for ruch," Kiku said to Lovino then turned to me "Neamhain wa, watashitoisshoni kuru. Anata ga supāringumatchi no ma ni nanrakano kanjō o sa seru koto ga dekimasu."
"Anata ni kiku o arigatō, watashi wa ima, ikutsu ka no kanjō o ofu sa seru hitsuyō ga arimasu." I whispered. Kiku and I walked off toward the big forest on the castle grounds.
"Neamhain-san, what is bothering you? Why did you attack that boy?" Kiku sighed.
"I had a nightmare or possibly saw the future last night. He started to insult Lovino and he called me a stupid Nazi. I can't stand people who do things like that." I growled.
"Werr, training wirr arrow you to rerease some frustrations, wirr it not?" Kiku smiled.
"Yeah, it will." I smiled and begun training with Kiku.
~Time jump till after dinner~
"Time for the Champions to be chosen!" Dumbledore said.
"Did you put your name in bruder?" I whispered to Ludwig.
"Ja, Alfred, Bruder, Ivan, Francis, Lovino, and most everyone else. You could have put your name in it if you vanted to. You are 175 after all." He replied.
"The Champion for Durmstrang will be," Dumbledore said as the Goblet of Fire spit out a sheet of paper, "Viktor Krum!" Cheers erupted all around us, although I thought I heard Seamus showing his disapproval.
"The Champion for Beauxbatons is," He continued as another sheet of paper was produced, "Fleur Delacour!" Once again cheers came about.
"The Champion for Hetalia will be," He continued as once more paper was produced, "Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
"Yes! You did it Bruder! I knew it was going to be you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. More cheers of support and pure ecstasy from my school could be heard. Ludwig did not smile, did not show any difference in his usual stoic self, and walked through the door that was there for the Champions to go through. But, as soon as he walked through that door I heard his cheers and whatnot.
"The Hogwarts Champion is," Dumbledore began again as paper was produced again, "Cedric Diggory!" I opened my mouth, no sound came out. I was going to have to choose between Cedric and Ludwig, my savior and my bruder. I caught him looking at me out of the corner of his eye and he gave a sad smile to me. Dumbledore started to explain a few things about the Tournament but before he could finish, the Goblet shot out another piece of paper.
"Harry Potter." He said. I whipped around to face Gilbert and looked him in the eye.
"It was the future. That dream was the future." I said tears welling up in my eyes. Gilbert pulled me into a hug and whispered;
"I'm so sorry."
~Third Person POV with Germany and Harry~
"I didn't put my name in that Cup!" Harry said nostrils flaring.
"I didn't believe you did, Potter." Ludwig said rolling his eyes.
"You didn't?" Harry said looking at him incredulously.
"No, I didn't. Promise you won't tell anyone this especially not my older bruder or my sister?" Ludwig said quietly.
"Sure. What is it?" Harry said looking at him.
"Last night Neamhain had a dream. She said she saw you and Diggory in a maze,you two fought another student, vent to a graveyard via portkey, and Diggory vas killed. I believe it now to be the future, not a dream." Ludwig breathed.
"Wow… Are you sure that's the future?" Harry breathed.
"She was in hysterics vhen she thought it vas just a dream. I don't want to know vhat vill happen if that vere to really happen." Ludwig said. Harry looked at Ludwig in shock. Neamhain, predicting Cedric's death? In hysterics?
"She's not one of those fan girls that obsess over Cedric, you know." Ludwig said quietly.
"I didn't think she was, but could you please explain?" Harry said. Ludwig nodded.
"Four, five, six years ago, Neamhain was attacked by a werewolf. Cedric happened to be on a vacation in Germany and walking in the forest in hearing range of my sister's cries for help. He came to her rescue and they have been good friends since then."