Blood Bound

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter 3: The Past Returning

Throughout dinner, I ate the magical food while talking with the students surrounding me. Mainly Angelina, Fred, and George. They were surprised that I was the sixth year being seventeen. I had to explain that back in Salem we don't attend the institute until we are at the age of 12. At Hogwarts, they start at the age of 11. So there is a one year difference along with how boarding goes. I felt a pair of eyes on me, looking up in the direction to see that boy again. His green eyes widen as he turned to his friend who looked similar to the twins.

I tapped Fred's shoulder, "Hey Fred, who is that?"

He looked who I was suggesting and laughed, "That's Harry Potter."

Harry Potter…why does that name sound familiar?

"As in the Boy Who Lived," George added.

Then it hit me. Harry Potter, the boy who lived and killed Lord Voldemort thirteen years ago. Back home Harry Potter was mention time and again when learning the unforgivable curse. How there is only one person who can survive the killing curse…well, two people. I sighed, rubbing my arm feeling the burn warming up a bit.

"You all right?" Angelina asked.

"Yeah," I assured. "Just a habit."

Angelina nodded, no one should know about me. Only my friends know the truth. I just hope they don't spill my secret. Then again Eliza knows the truth while the others shrugged it off because they learned it from a rumor. Angelina took the obligation and introduced me to the others near us. As I met Hermione Granger, Ron Weasely, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, and finally Harry Potter. There was so much I want to talk to Harry but now wasn't the time.

When dinner finished and the dishes vanished. Dumbledore set front in front of the teacher's table where a bejeweled box stood center stage. This caught everyone's attention, "Your attention, please!" Dumbledore called out. "I like to say a few words. " He rested his hand on the golden case. "Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three…extremely dangerous tasks."

"Wicked." The twins whispered.

"For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule," Dumbledore added. "To explain all this, we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mr. Bartemus Crouch. "

"Crouch." I gasped.

No, the man was too old to be him. As the person who walked center stage was middle aged with short gray hair with a neat parting and a narrow toothbrush mustache. All dressed in professional garb. Still hearing that name sent a shiver down my spine from a dark memory. Crouch was about to speak when there was a clash of lighting in the enchanted ceiling. Many of the students shriek as Headmaster Dumbledore tried to the settle the situation. As a flash of lightning erupted only to be dispelled by another returning to a calm starry night. All eyes went to the source to see a man walking his way to Dumbledore. My eyes widen once more in seeing someone from my past. The man with the glass eye.

"Bloody hell. That's Mad-Eye Moody." Ron murmured.

"Alastor Moody?" Hermione Granger said surprised. "The Aura?"

"Yes, the aura," I said, rubbing my wrist.

"Dark-wizard catcher," Ron said. "Half the cells in Azkaban have filled thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though, these days."

Alastor Moody grunted over to Dumbledore though he gazed down the hall facing me then turned his direction to Harry Potter. He shook Dumbledore's hand and had a seat, pulling out a flask and gulping the liquid down.

"What's that he's drinking, do you suppose?" Seamus asked.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice." Harry guessed.

Crouch cleared his throat and spoke, "After due consideration, the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no student under the age of 17—"Suddenly the entire room bellow of the age restriction. "-Shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament."

The students continued to complain until Dumbledore bellowed, "SILENCE!"

Instantly everyone became silent. Dumbledore nodded in approval as he took his wand and tapped the gold case. Slowly the case dissolved like sand revealing a large goblet made out of stone or woods and blue flames coming out.

"The Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore announced. "Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

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After our meals, the Gryffindor house, and all the others headed to their quarters. Angelina generously helped me along with Hermione Granger in quickest route from the Grand Hall. Soon we reached Gryffindor Tower, learning the password of Balderdash. Once inside, I was amazed by how the common room was a circular room decorated with scarlet tapestries that depict witches and wizards, but also various animals. It was furnished with plush armchairs, tables, and a bulletin board where school notices and other advertisements. A window looked out onto the grounds of the school, and a large fireplace dominated one wall.

"Sorry, the sixth and seventh year's dormitories are full. I hope you all alright in staying with the younger groups." One prefect girl asked.

"A room's a room," I said.

The prefect nodded in approval, "Hermione, mind showing Bridgette your floor."

Hermione nodded as she led the way to their room. The room was circular with five beds surrounding a hearth or some sort of chimney. The beds four posts with red curtains and beddings. It was simple, almost like the cabin back home with stone walls. I went over to the bed where my trunk was.

"Don't you have a pet?" A girl with Indian traits.

"Um, my owl is back at home," I answered.

"What kind of owl?" She asked.

"Parvati let the girl rest." A girl with curly brown hair said.

"It's alright," I chuckled. "I have a barn owl and her name is Autumn."

I sighed missing my barn owl. I would have gladly taken her to Hogwarts with me, however, my Dad advice she stayed. It would be cruel to send letters across the Atlantic Ocean for her. So hopefully during the holidays I would see her again. With a sigh, I noticed there were seven sets of uniforms that came with skirts, white blouses, gray vests with the Gryffindor crest, three ties of red and gold, gray socks, and two black cloaks. I picked up the tie and scowled.

"Do the girls actually have to wear ties?" I asked.

"Yes, though after school hours we can take them off," Hermione said.

"What about skirts? Aren't there pants?" I asked.

"Sadly no," Hermione answered.

"Well, that's a bit sexist on fashion," I muttered causing the four girls to laugh.

"What do you wear back home?" Parvati asked.

"Well, we wear this," I said point at my attire. "Although, on special occasions to we wear khakis and skirts."

"Really," The curly brown hair girl said.

I nodded, "It's not much, but not many students come from rich families. So the school just sets a dress code."

All the girls nodded. Next, we exchanged names, already knowing Hermione from the feast, next is Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasely. They were all in their fourth year, except Ginny who was on her third. And the worse part was I was the only seventeen-year-old in the dorm. Oh great, please don't make me den mother. The last thing I want to be is denned mother again.

"So, what's it like in Salem?" Ginny asked.

I sat on my bed. "Very historical, the No-Maj and magical correlate though we don't expose our secrets."

"No-Maj?" Lavender asked.

"Oh um…what is the term…mumble…mung something…"

"Muggles," Hermione said.

"Ah yes, muggles. We don't use the term muggles back in America. We mainly call those who aren't born with magic average or normal people. Or people in general." I said.

"Uh," Lavender said. "And blood class?"

Hermione stiffen when hearing that. I paused, "Blood class?"

"Yes, do you rank people by their blood status?" Lavender clarified.

"Yes and no," I answered. "Sure, are birth certificate identifies our blood status…but we aren't one for pureblood, half-blood, or muggle born. Since the majority of our population are half-bloods and muggle born."

This surprised Lavender while Hermione whose bed was beside me smiled a little.

"After all, blood is blood. It doesn't identify you it only provides life." I added.

"I wish people held that philosophy," Ginny said.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"There are students who don't approve of muggle born," Hermione said. "Most of them are in Slytherin."

"Well, I call that bullshit," I said.

The girls' chuckle. My Dad did mention that I would possibly encounter pureblood extremist. Also to be careful with sharing mine. Even though I am a half-blood…there are those who still look down of any blood than pure.

Anyway, the girls and I got ready for the night. As I sat on my bed I stared at my schedule for tomorrow. One of my courses was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Alastor Moody. The Aura who saved my life thirteen years ago. If he had not intervened, I would be dead or whatever the Death Eater wanted from me that my mother refused. I sighed setting the schedule down and stared at my arm tracing the flames.

"Bridgette?" A voice whispered.

I turned to face Hermione, "Yeah?"

"May I ask…what happen to your arm?" She asked.

I gave small smile, "One freak accident when I was little. Learned my lesson to not run by the fireplace."

Hermione nodded, "Sorry to hear that."

I nodded and tried to cheer up the mood. "Though the burn does look flames."

Again she nodded before she grabbed her wand and chanted "Nox" as the room goes dark. I sighed and went to bed. Hoping tomorrow will be a good day and not chaotic.

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