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"Did you see him?"
"Where?"
"Next to the boy with the red hair?"
"I see him!"
"Did you see his face?"
"Did you see his scar?"
All the murmurs in the halls were enough to make Kurt wish he had made a less famous friend. He wanted to be famous – not by association, but by his own achievements.
Despite the whispers in the halls, Kurt rather enjoyed his first day at Hogwarts. At breakfast they all received the morning post; Harry had a letter from Hagrid inviting him and Harry to come see him on Friday when they had a free period; Ron had a letter from his mom containing Red Vines which he gladly shared with Kurt and Harry; Kurt had a letter from his dad (he would write back that night and tell him about getting into Gryffindor and what the hat had said); and Finn received a letter from his grandmother as well as a package containing a rememberall, which was supposed to help you remember things (which was handy because Finn was always losing stuff).
His first class was Charms, with Professor Flitwick. They were all learning the standard wand technique (swish and flick). Ron sat next to Harry, and Hermione was sitting next to Rachel, so Kurt was forced to sit next to Finn, whom he might have found cute, if it wasn't for his utter stupidity.
By the end of the class he felt that he had rather mastered the swish and flick technique and much to his pleasure, Flitwick praised his ability, much to the annoyance of Rachel and Hermione.
His next class was Potions with Professor Snape. Kurt turned out to be dreadful at it, but luckily so did most of the class. Unfortunately Snape was unimpressed and gave them a rather mean stack of homework.
His third class was Transfiguration, with Professor McGonagall. She was a rather strict, harsh woman, however Kurt enjoyed the class none the less and found that he managed to make his tooth pick look a little bit like a needle, by the end of the class.
After lunch they had Muggle studies, which Kurt found rather pointless after being brought up with them. He realised that he was going to ace that subject… especially since his own teacher Professor Schuester, was so hopeless. He told them all that he wanted to be friends and gave them all his phone number just in case they ever needed him. Kurt thought altogether he was a little seedy…
Then came Defence Against The Dark Arts with Professor Sylvester. Honestly, Kurt was rather scared of the woman. They were given a pop quiz on her at the start of the lesson (to test who had read her autobiography thoroughly) and those who scored less than 50 percent were sent to detention. Kurt just scraped by but unfortunately Ron and Harry didn't…
His last class of the day was the one he had been looking forward too – HPE. It was odd, since at his old school Kurt had never been much of an athlete, but he was a good flier. He had only flown a little, whenever he went down to see his cousins on his mother's side, at Christmas. But he loved it. The only downside to these lessons would be sharing them with Slytherin…
They began the class with a flying lesson. There were brooms lined up down the pitch and they all had to stand by one.
"When I say go, you all have to say UP," Madam Beiste instructed them. "Lets practice – go!"
"UP!" The all called to their broomstick, stretching their palms out the way Madam Beiste had indicated.
Kurt's flew into his hand immediately. Looking around he could see that Draco's, Quinn's, Sam's and Harry's all had too, but no one else's had. He and Harry shared a grin.
They practiced this several times before Beiste actually let them try flying.
"Okay everyone – mount your brooms!" she instructed. They all mounted their brooms. "And when I count to three, you all have to kick off the ground below." They all nodded "One… two…"
But before she had reached three a nervous Finn kicked off and began to fly. Beiste began to shout at him to come down but he couldn't. Some watched nervously and other's laughed. Kurt frowned as he watched the poor boy who ended up crashing in a tree and falling to the ground with a loud thud. Beiste rushed over to him. He had broken his wrist.
"I need to take him up to the hospital wing!" she shouted "Everyone stay where you are – anyone who moves will be sent up to Dumbledore's office."
After she left Draco sauntered forward and picked up the glowing red object on the ground.
"Oh look – Hudson left his stupid rememberall," he mocked tossing it between his hands.
"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry said coldly. Draco cocked his head to the side.
"You want it? Come get it then!" He taunted, grabbing his broomstick and kicking off, flying high into the air. Kurt glanced at Harry, expecting him to follow suit but saw that Harry remained rooted to the ground.
"What's wrong?" Kurt hissed. "Go after him!"
"I'm scared of heights…" Harry whispered, shaking slightly. Kurt's mouth dropped.
"Are you kidding?" he said. Harry shook his head. Kurt sighed grabbing his own broom and mounting it.
"Don't" Hermione hissed putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "You'll only land in trouble."
Kurt ignored her and pushed off the ground. The air felt cool on his face as flew. Kurt had forgotten how amazing flying felt.
"Give it hear, Malfoy," Kurt snapped.
Malfoy looked surprised that Kurt was able to fly and instead of responding just flew the ball. Kurt gasped and lunged for it, speeding after it. The students gasped as he made the steep dive, catching it and coming out of the dive, just one meter above ground. As he settled on the grass and hopped off the broom, with satisfaction he heard a voice calling furiously
"KURT HUMMEL!" Professor McGonagall shrieked as she came running across the pitch "NEVER in my time at Hogwarts… how dare you? Might have broken your neck…"
"Please, Professor. It wasn't his fault!"
"Hold your tongue Miss Berry-"
"But Malfoy-"
"That's enough Mr Weasley. Hummel, follow me, now."
As he followed McGonagall he caught sight of the three Malfoy's standing by the edge of the pitch; Draco looking triumphant, Quinn smirking and Sam sending him a sympathetic smile, which Kurt returned. At least one of the Malfoy's wasn't pure evil.
Kurt couldn't believe it. His first day and already in trouble. He was probably going to be expelled… what would his dad say? He wanted to say something to defend himself but words wouldn't come…
McGonagall swept through the buildings without even looking at him. She was walking so fast that Harry had to jog to keep up.
She stoped outside a classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside.
"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a second?"
Wood? Kurt thought. Was that some sort of cane she wanted to use on him…?
Thankfully, Wood turned out to be a tall and burly fifth year who looked rather confused.
"Follow me, both of you."
They marched up the corridor, McGonagall ushering them inside an empty classroom.
"Hummel – this is Oliver Wood. Wood – I've found you a seeker." Wood's confusion turned to delight.
"Really, Professor?" Wood asked, with the air of a child who's Christmas had come half a year early, "are you serious?"
"Very much so" She said resolutely "The boy's a natural, I've never seen anything like it. Was that you're first tiem on a broomstick, Hummel?"
"No… I've ridden a couple of times… nothing serious, just mock quidditch games with my cousins," he said, still wondering if he was going to be expelled.
"He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty foot dive," she told Wood, nodding to the rememberall in Kurt's hand "Didn't even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it."
"Those must have been some intense mock games…" Wood said enthusiastically. "I'm the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." he told Kurt. "He's just the build for a seeker too," he noted, looking Kurt up and down "Light… speedy… we'll have to get him a decent broom, Professor. A Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I'd say."
"I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if he can bend the first year rule. Heaven knows we need a better team than last year. Flattened in that last game against Slytherin… I couldn't look Snape in the face for weeks…" Professor McGonagall peered at Kurt over her glasses. "I want to hear your traning hard, Hummel, or I may think twice about punishing you" Her face softened after a moment. "Your mother would have been proud… she was an excellent quidditch player herself".
"You're kidding?" Ron exclaimed when Kurt recounted the events to Ron and Harry "You must be the youngest player in about…"
"A century" Kurt grinned. He couldn't help but be a little smug. Finally people were taking notice of him for a change. Harry didn't seem to mind though and listened intently as Kurt retold his tale. "Wood told me. We start training next week – only don't tell anyone. Wood wants to keep it a secret." Harry and Ron promised they wouldn't say anything.
"Hey, Kurt."
Kurt looked up to see Fred and George standing over him
"Congrats, buddy," Fred whispered. "We're on the team too" He explained
"Beaters," George said.
"You must be good – Wood was practically skipping when he told us," Fred said.
"The teams going to be great this year", George anticipated brightly. "We are going to flatten Slytherin."
They waved goodbye and went to their own seats at the table. Their absence was replaced by a much more unwelcome group…
"Enjoying your last meal Hummel, before you get on the train back to the muggles?" Draco taunted. He was flanked by his sister and brother as usual. Quinn was smirking but Sam looked mighty uncomfortable. "Couldn't even last one day-"
"Draco, don't." Sam put a hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco ignored him.
"Whatever," Draco smirked, seeing that Kurt, Harry and Ron were attempting to ignore him. "I have to go anyways, practice writing my name for my entry to the Hexwizard tournament," he sniffed. That caught their attention…
"You entering, Malfoy?" Kurt asked.
"Yep," he said smugly. "Are you?" Quinn laughed.
"Please, Malfoy. The boy could barely last one day in school let alone one in the tournament…"
"I'm entering," Kurt said boldly. "I could last much longer than you Quinn." She snorted.
"Well, I guess we'll see about that," she snapped. "Let's go, Draco. Sam" The three of them sauntered off towards their own table.
"What do you think is up with that Sam kid?" Harry asked. "He didn't seem like he wanted to be with them very much…"
"He's probably just too dumb to understand what they're saying," Ron said.
"I don't know…" Kurt said. "When we met him at Diagon Alley, he seemed nice enough, didn't he, Harry?" Harry nodded in confirmation. "He's probably only hanging out with them because they're family."
"Ugh.I still don't like himm" Ron said. "He's a Malfoy – so I don't trust him." Ron decided.
Kurt's second day of school was much less eventful than the first. He was slowly starting to get used to the routine and was finding his way around the school better.
Wednesday night was his first Quidditch training practice. He had played before so they didn't need to spend long on the rules. McGonagall had checked with Dumbledore and they had got him a broom – a Nimbus Two Thousand. It was the best broom Kurt had ever ridden.
Friday afternoon, in their free period, they went down to visit Hagrid. It was nice to see him again and he was telling them about the Hexwizard Tournament.
"The three school's that are competin' are Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts, of course. They'll be here next Friday," he told them. "The champions are chosen through the Goblet of Fire. You put your name in and it chooses two champions from each school. These champions will compete in three challenges and the person who wins the most points from all the challenges will win the competition. The challenges are real dangerous though. There should be an age limit…"
Kurt had decided that he was definitely going to enter. Harry and Ron weren't entering. Finn wasn't but Hermione and Rachel were. He wondered if any of them would get in…
His first week passed just as smoothly as his first. They had their first Quidditch match on Saturday, which Kurt was nervous about because not only would it be his first official game, but he would be playing in front of the other schools as well.
By the time Friday came, the whole school was filled with excitement and anticipation for the arrival of the champions. They all watched from their dormitory windows as the Beauxbaton's students arrived on their flying horses and Durmstrang came on their boat.
They were then sent to their guest rooms. Hogwarts was having a welcome dinner in honour of the occasion and the teachers were being harsher than usual; McGonagall ordered Rachel to remove her custom made Ravenclaw leg warmers, and Kurt was forced to remove his mother's scarf.
They all sat at their tables, talking excitedly before they arrived. Kurt could hear Draco above all the other students declaring that he thought that Pigfarts should have been one of the school's invited.
"What's Pigfarts?" Harry asked and before Kurt could answer the entrance doors flew open and the room quickly fell silent.
Flittering in came several rows of girls, all dressed in their elegant blue uniforms, fashionable blue witches hats perched atop their perfect hair. This must be Beauxbatons, Kurt thought as he watched their (literally) Giant headmistress lead the girl's down the hall. The Beaxbatons girls slipped in with the Ravenclaw students and Kurt saw Rachel attempting to speak to one, but being ignored.
After the girls, came a series of boys, all dressed in military style uniforms, draped in furs. They marched down neatly and silently. They were led by a tall, dark and gruff looking man. Next to him was a tall and surly looking young man.
"That's Victor Krum," Ron whispered to Harry. "He's a famous Quidditch player." Kurt tilted his head to the side. So it was…
After they had been seated in with Slytherin, Dumbledore rose and greeted them all. After welcoming them to Hogwarts and telling them basically what they had already heard from Hagrid, the feast began. Kurt and the others tucked in eagerly.
Later, when the feast was finished, Dumbledore stood up again.
"I know you are all tired, and I will not keep you for much longer. I have only one more word of business." All the students listened eagerly "The Goblet of Fire is being lit tonight. You have until Sunday night to put your name in. Good luck."