A/N: I know it has been forever since i updated, but my sister had reeeeeally bad writers block then got sick.i blame school. mwuhahahahahahahaha...

Sister: What my sister failed to mention is that, since school doesn't start for another little while and I will have nothing to do for a month and a half, I hope to get lots of chapters done soon. Cross my fingers or something like that. And my sister is a dip, just thought I 'd mention that.

A/N: Anywho, enjoy!


The whole teaching staff watched the girls very carefully over the next few days. Each got pinned by their respective Heads for over an hour about the prank but they managed to come out of it intact. The only teacher who remained convinced of their guilt was Snape and he was refusing to let it go. His class was torture, for all of them. He made it a point to fail every task they did, every potion they attempted. When the prank had worn off and Draco was returned to normal they thought that his fury would subside a little, but no such luck. He kept them in his sights, even to the exclusion of Harry.

He frequently kept them after class to clean up other peoples messes, lecturing on and on while they waved their wands. And, though they didn't know it, he was digging into their past to find out exactly why they were expelled.

The Slytherins were solidly on Draco's side and they were making Emi miserable. Several of them thought Draco had gotten what he deserved but they were too scared of him to say anything. Conversely, members of the other houses were much more welcoming of her than they ever had and they repeatedly spoke up in her defense when her house mates gave her lip.

Then Lucius Malfoy paid the school a visit. He was furious that this had been done to his son, but even more furious that no one had paid. Dumbledor had tried to calm him down but Snape had told him what he knew and Malfoy, Sr. was up in arms. He stormed off to the Great Hall to confront the girls.

He hesitated in the doorway long enough for Snape to indicate from the teacher's table which girls he suspected. Lizi and Ravan were the only ones there, hanging out at the Hufflepuff table. They glanced up as the table went silent. Both instinctively stood in response to the man's expression.

"What made you think you could get away with assaulting my son?" he demanded in his cool trademark drawl. They looked at him in dismay. Since when was a small prank assault? Emi and Jewl walked into the room and stopped to watch. They had no idea who the man was.

"I beg your pardon?" Ravan asked when he paused, obviously waiting for a response.

"Do you know who I am?" he hissed. They shook their heads. For the briefest moment he looked taken aback but he recovered quickly. "I am Lucius Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you," Lizi said, holding out her hand. He stared at them like they'd grown two heads. Behind them several students snickered at him.

"I could have you thrown out of school in the blink of the eye. You would be back on your way to America before your parents even found out." Both girls stepped back away from his fury. What the hell was wrong with the man?

"You can't threaten students, Mr. Malfoy," Emi called from behind. "You aren't a staff member or on the board of governors. All you can do is file a protest over a prank that you can't prove we did." Malfoy, Sr. turned to look at her, catching a nod from Snape that confirmed these were the other girls. He sneered, insulted by the upstart girl's manners as well as her accent.

"You are not from around here so maybe you don't realize the influence my family has in this country. Watch what you say little girl." Emi arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms; the other three knew that stance, it was her stubborn stance.

"I've never watched one word that came out of my mouth in my life. I certainly am not going to start with you." Emi didn't much care what he thought of her.

"That's true, you haven't. I never thought about that," Jewl commented thoughtfully. "Have you ever seen her censor anything out of her mouth?" She looked around Malfoy, Sr. to the other two girls. They both shook their heads.

"Why don't you ever censor?" Jewl asked her friend, faking curiosity and putting her hands on her hips.

Emi shrugged and glanced over at Jewl. "I don't see a reason to. It's so much easier to irritate people with the truth than a lie you have to remember."

"Oh. That sounds logical."

Malfoy, Sr. was turning red in the face, glaring at them for all it was worth. "Do you realize what I could do to you?" he demanded. They all looked at him like they had just seen him, absorbed as they had been in the question of why Emi always said what she thought to jerks.

"Like what?" Ravan asked sweetly, looking for all the world like an innocent, wide-eyed girl. Emi and Jewl hastily coughed to disguise a laugh.

"I could have you expelled," he said, feeling a bit at a loss. Lizi yawned.

"Been there, done that," she said lazily.

"I see that," Snape said silkily, walked up with his typical smirk on his face. All four girls zeroed in on the folders in his hand. Uh-oh. "Do you know what these are?"

They all fought to keep their jaws from dropping. How had he gotten them?

"Do you have any concept of lawsuit?" Emi finally sputtered. Malfoy, Sr. turned to his friend and raised a manicured eyebrow.

"Is that something I should see, Severus?" he asked genially, glorying in the upper hand.

Snape smirked. Oh this felt good, he thought. "This would be their school records from America. Apparently these girls did quite a bit of damage there." He drew out the last two words just for the pleasure of it. Lizi shook her head.

"You can't," she whispered. The rest of the school leaned in to catch every word while the girls went pale.

"Would you care to wager on it?" Snape asked as he slowly opened the top folder. On the tab it said "Ravan Daniels." They held their breath.

The whole school seemed to be holding it's breath as Snape opened the file. What would the files say? It must have been really bad since none of them would say anything. Snape was staring at the file, a horrible expression on his face. All four girls held their breath.

"What is this?" he hissed, holding up a sheaf of papers. Most of it was blacked out with marker. An occasional word here and there could be seen, and the few visible words spelled out, "None of your business." The girls gasped a relieved breath and then laughed. They saw the blacking. Malfoy, Sr. snatched the paper away from Snape and glared at it.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, waving it at the girls'. They weren't impressed. Silently they watched Snape snap open the other files. They all were blacked out and held variations of the same message. The American school had no intention of telling Professor Snape anything. Both men glared at the girls malevolently. They shrugged although Lizi, Ravan, and Jewl were all entirely uncomfortable with the situation. Emi was too, but she was also furious with the Professor for digging into their past.

"I think it means that our old school understands the concept of sealing files. Your interest is not appreciated when it violates the law."

"Why would school records violate law?" he asked silkily. She winced inwardly. Oops.

"How should I know, I'm just fifteen. It was the school's idea. Now, if that is all, could we go eat lunch? We have class soon." With that Emi tried to walk by the two men. She got a wand in the face from Malfoy, Sr. As she froze in surprise the three other girls pulled their wands, as did the teachers in the room.

"Lucius, that might not be…" Snape faded out as the other man gave him a venomous glare.

His blond head whipped around to pin Emi, who was not moving when the wand was inches from her neck. "I want to know what you did to my son," he demanded.

"She didn't do anything you idiot," Ravan told him. "The teachers investigated and found that she had an alibis for the time. No one has been accused of the prank on your son."

"Besides, given the way your son acts around here it could be anyone in the school," Lizi added.

Mr. Malfoy paused and looked at Lizi. Apparently his son had filled him in on the girl's parentage. His lip curled in disgust. "The way my son acts around here?" he asked softly, dangerously.

"He's a bully," Jewl said succinctly. "He uses the labels of 'mud blood' and other like terms to insult the people he goes to school with. You've taught your son to be a lousy human being." In the backs of their minds the girls were slightly impressed with their bravado. This was the type of situation they hated.

The rest of the school held their breath again. The girls had just crossed some sort of invisible line in the sand. Mr. Malfoy looked ready to have a stroke.

"Perhaps someone would care to fill me in on what is going on?" Dumbledor asked. No one had noticed his arrival. Emi was still standing with a wand at her throat and didn't say anything. "And why do you have a wand pointed at my student Lucius?"

"Mr. Malfoy is under the impression that we played a prank on his son and that we should be punished for it. Apparently he wants to inflict the punishment himself." Ravan shrugged and kept her wand up. Lizi spoke up next.

"Professor Snape requested our school records from America and is a bit annoyed that the school abided by it's own decision to seal the records. The files are all blacked out. That seems to be a personal insult to this Mr. Malfoy here and he is taking it as such."

"And Emi just happened to be closest to him when he lost his temper. She just wanted lunch," Jewl added. All three girls kept their eyes on the wand pointed at their friend. Emi still hadn't moved and she was getting stiff. Not to mention annoyed.

"Lucius, would you please lower your wand? Threatening a student is rather unseemly for you I should think?" Dumbledor spoke as calmly as always but Lucius got the point and forced his wand down. Emi shot him a dirty look and stayed where she was while rubbing her neck. Malfoy was going to have to step back to get away from her. "Thank you so much. Now, would you both please follow me to my office? I believe we have things to discuss. After you." Without giving them time to answer Dumbledor gestured to the hall and waited for them. Seeing no other alternative Malfoy and Snape walked out of the room. With one last glance at his new students Dumbledor followed them.

The door was empty and the Great Hall was staring at the four girls. They were looking at each other.

"Are you okay?" Lizi asked quietly. Emi nodded.

"Do you think our parents will hear about this?" she asked. The other girls paled slightly but nodded. She sighed. "They're going to kill me." Again the other girls nodded. "Damn."


The confrontation was the talk of the school for days. Emi, Jewl, Lizi and Ravan all received apologies from Dumbledor that this event was allowed to happen. Malfoy, Junior and Senior, refused to acknowledge that they existed. Dumbledor told them that until they received an apology from Mr. Malfoy he was barred from the school. That was the least of their worries, though. First off, the arrival of the blackened out school records had restarted the talk about what the four girls had done at their school. And second, their parent's had heard all about the incident.

Dumbledor, luckily, did not possess a telephone so he was spared the immediate reaction of the parents but he received several very angry letters. He did his best to reassure them that all four girls were in perfect health and in no way harmed by Mr. Malfoy's lack of manners. The parents, after receiving word from their daughters that confirmed the Headmaster's story, were obliged to reluctantly accept that. But they did make it very clear that the consequences for any further incidents would be dire.

The gossip and rumors about what the girls' could have done at their old school that would have warranted the blackening out of their records kept everyone occupied for a few weeks, then it was overshadowed by another event. It was time for the Triwizard Competition to officially begin and they were waiting for the arrival of the visiting schools. The four girls were all separated at their respective tables during the visit but as soon as the meal was over they all met in their spot, a classroom in one of the towers that no one used anymore. They were uncomfortable with the competition and the new students around the school but they were also grateful for the distraction. With all the excitement Hogwarts had forgotten about them and was leaving them more or less alone, in the questioning department that is.

"So, what do you know about the Tournament?" Jewl asked. Lizi shrugged, her parent's weren't really a part of the magical world so there was a lot of history that she didn't know about. Jewl was almost as lost on the subject as her family had few connections to England and, up to now, had been content to keep it that way.

"I e-mailed my sister and asked if she'd heard of it," Emi told them, tapping her laptop in her bag. "And, just my luck, she's covering England in her history class so I got all sorts of details. It's a really old tradition that was suspended a while ago because lots of champions weren't surviving the tasks. Her professor is practically salivating over the new competition. Ellie asked him about it and she said his reaction was not pretty. The tasks are different every time but they are all designed to test a sorcerers abilities."

"If you ask me this is just a bad idea all around," Ravan added. "How is this supposed to help relations between schools. They're competing against each other for crying out loud."

"Who knows." The other girls shrugged at the question. "And who cares? They aren't asking about you know what from you know where any more are they?" Lizi asked. They had to chuckle. In another minute dinner was going to start and they were going to have to greet the schools. Until then they were going to hide as long as possible.

"Did Ellie mention anything about the schools that are coming to compete?" Jewl asked. Her friend frowned and shrugged.

"Apparently, keeping school secrets is something they are both good at. She said that since the schools have been overshadowed by Hogwarts for so long they tend to be more devious than most. Her words, not mine. Durmstrang is from somewhere in the north of Europe, most likely in the eastern part. And Beauxbatons is, well, French." All four girls made a sour face. There had been a French exchange student at their old school and no one had liked her much, especially these four girls. "Ellie seemed to think I was going to enjoy meeting these kids so I'm a little worried."

"Oh, joy," Jewl groaned. "Now I'm really worried."

"See, that's what I said and she just laughed at me." Ravan looked at her.

"If you e-mailed her how could you tell she was laughing?" she asked reasonably. Emi gave her a dry look.

"Because we were instant messaging by then and her roommate asked what was so funny. Apparently Ellie was on the ground laughing her butt off. And when I told her the roommate started laughing too." Emi made a face.

"About which school?" Lizi wanted to know.

"She wouldn't say but I'm thinking Beauxbatons. I could almost hear her laughing every time I mentioned them."

"Oh, yeah, this is going to be interesting." All four girls agreed with the assessment.

Later they sat watching at the tables as first Beauxbatons and then Durmstrang was introduced. They had barely kept themselves from falling apart with hysterics as the Beauxbatons girls paraded in. They knew they couldn't look at each other or they would lose it so they studiously stared at some imaginary point over the teachers heads.

Then Durmstrang came in and the hysterics were forgotten. They stared at the display in appreciation and Emi's eyes were glittering when the last final burst of flames came out of the wand to create a design. They knew which school they preferred.

The teacher's look a bit shaky after the impacting display of Durmstrang but the girls were smiling. Dumbledore went through his speech, they saw the rather impressive Goblet of Fire and the Triwizard Cup and heard the moaning and groaning about the age limit. Then they were dismissed and they could head back to the empty classroom. Emi had brought her computer and was instant messaging her sister to get some more info. And to enjoy the entertaining fun of waking her up. She just loved waking her sister up on the one day of the week she got to sleep late.

"Does she know anything about what the first task might be?" Ravan asked. Emi grinned.

"I don't know, she's trying to remember how to type. Right now all I'm getting is gibberish." The other girls snickered.

Several minutes later Emi straightened up and rubbed her hands. "Alright, she's awake. I think she must have found the coffee or something. Here we go. Durmstrang is headed by a suspected Death Eater, Madame Maxine is believed to be part giant, no surprise there, and the Triwizard Tournament is being boycotted by the United States in protest over the danger of the tasks and the involvement of students."

"Death Eater? What's that?" Jewl asked.

"Giant? That answers a few questions." Lizi shrugged and went back to her essay.

"Has anyone heard anything about any US involvement at any time in this Tournament? Why would their boycott be noticed?" Ravan wondered. Emi just shrugged and ignored her friends.

"Let's see, the Death Eater from the north apparently, according to our beloved journalist students at the school, gave up some names about some other Death Eaters. I'll ask what that is when she's done here. Um, apparently the government is using the Tournament to demonstrate that they have recovered from the war with some joker named Voldemort. Haven't heard of him before."

"Maybe that's what You-Know-Who means," Jewl suggested.

"Maybe. Oh, she's done. Okay, what is a Death Eater, who is Voldemort and what war is she talking about? And what is the deal with Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived?"

"Oh, good one," Ravan and Lizi murmured. They waited but Ellie didn't answer. After a moment someone else was typing, asking why Ellie was banging her head on the wall. They burst out laughing.

"It's not my fault she keeps blabbing about history and stuff while I'm not listening. Come on." Then Emi typed that and chuckled as her sister answered, as briefly as possible as requested.

" 'Voldemort is a wizard of murky origins who started creating followers, the Death Eaters, in a bid to take over England. Harry Potter is called the Boy-Who-Lived because he somehow survived the killing curse and brought down Voldemort's powers when he was a year old. His parents were killed that night and England was saved. A lot of Death Eaters seem to have escaped detection and at the World Cup of Quidditch they put on a display, and got away with it. Dad said that Voldemort's sign was seen in the sky there, whatever that may be, and it has the whole community here nervous. Therefore this Tournament is even more important.' She says that her professor is almost in tears that he isn't here to document the whole thing and she is refraining from telling him that we are here because he may have a nervous breakdown."

They all snickered again at Ellie's expense. "Anything else?" Lizi asked.

"Yeah, she said enjoy the show, don't forget the updates, and if I wake her up again she's coming to kill me." Emi wrote something rude back, said goodbye, and leaned back against the wall. "I always enjoy doing that to her."


A/N: So? how was it? well what are you waiting for, review!