Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and this chapter has some dialogue taken straight from Goblet of Fire.


Sixth Year: Part One

There was a rumor going around the Hogwarts express, a most interesting rumor to be sure. Everyone was already in our compartment, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Fred, George, and I, we were only waiting on Lee, who seemed to be taking longer than usual to show up. When he finally showed up he was positively sparkling. That could only mean one thing. That he had big, crazy news. He wedged himself in between Fred and Angelina, grinning madly. "Biiiiiiig news people! Big news!" He was almost vibrating he was so excited.

"So tell us already Lee!" I prompted.

"The triwizard tournament is going to be held at Hogwarts!" He blurted out. The triwizard tournament hadn't been held in ages, due to the danger it posed. If it was true, then it was extremely exciting. I trusted Lee though, he had some crazy connections and usually only got really excited about confirmed news.

"Brilliant!" Fred and George both said grinning. There was excited chatter in our compartment the whole way up to Hogsmeade station.


All of us jammed into a carriage and made our way up to Hogwarts. The sorting seemed to take ages, perhaps because I knew what was to come, or perhaps because there were an abnormal amount of first years, but eventually the sorting ended, we feasted, and Dumbledore finally stood to speak.

He first addressed a few notices, beginning with a notice from Filch about forbidden items, sounded like mostly joke products, Fred and George exchanged a grin. He then did his usual warnings about the forbidden forest and Hogsmeade. "It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quiddich Cup will not take place this year." There were gasps and whispers of 'what?' from around the great hall. "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy – but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts -" But he was cut off short by the door to the great hall banging open. It was accompanied by a thunderclap, and a robe swaddled wizard. He made his way up the middle of the great hall. A clunk heard with every second step he took. When he got up to the teachers table his cloak was thrown back, and his face revealed. It was…different, that was for sure. Almost gnarled and his eyes were mismatched, one was small, and dark, his other was large, and a vivid blue, that swivelled about. There were scars and gashes all over the place; his nose was missing a chunk.

The man reached Dumbledore and shook his hand before taking a seat at the teachers table and shaking back his grizzled grey mane of hair. One eye focused on the food in front of him and the other still whizzing about. I looked over at George and he grinned and shrugged a bit, taking my hand under the table. I smiled back, and then looked back at Dumbledore as he started talking again.

"May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody." There was mostly silence and a smattering of clapping. Dumbledore cleared his throat before continuing. "As I was saying, we are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're JOKING!" Fred practically yelled. Everyone started laughing, even Dumbledore chuckled. "I am not joking Mr. Weasley, though, now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar -" This time he was cut off short by McGonagall clearing her throat. Dumbledore almost looked bashful before stopping his joke and going on to explain about the tournament. How the other schools and their short list for competitors would show up in October. Everyone was listening attentively until he announced that in order to enter for the competition, you had to be seventeen. There was an uproar, especially from Fred and George. Dumbledore assured everyone that to try and put your name in if you were under seventeen was pointless.


He soon dismissed everyone for bed and we all made our way out of the great hall and up to Gryffindor tower. I was still clutching onto George's hand, but he and Fred were talking furiously about how unfair the stupid rule was. And before we even got to Gryffindor tower they were coming up with plans to enter their names. I sighed and drew George's attention. He raised an eyebrow. "It's nothing." I said. He didn't look convinced, but pulled me along to a couch where he and Fred continued talking about how they were going to enter the Triwizard Tournament.

Honestly, I didn't care to enter the competition. I had thought about it briefly before I knew about the restrictions. I knew that the tournament was dangerous though. It was why it had been it had been on hiatus for a century. I didn't exactly want my boyfriend or his brother competing in something like that. But I knew Fred and George, and I knew they would try, though maybe not succeed in putting their names in to compete. There was no use trying to talk them out of it, so I listened to their ideas, laughing when they came up with something really outlandish. We still didn't know how the competitors would be chosen, so they were planning for every eventuality.

I felt my eyes closing, and my head falling onto George's shoulder. Before I could fall asleep though, I forced myself up. "Good night boys." I said to Fred and Lee, who was there bouncing ideas with the twins. "Goodnight George." He stood up and walked halfway to the stairs with me.

"Goodnight love." He tilted my head up slightly and gave me a quick kiss. "See you in the morning." I wrapped my arms around him, and nuzzled my face into his chest. I stepped back and smiled at him, waving as I went up to my dorm. When I got there I went into the washroom and quickly got ready for bed. I did the normal washing my face, brushing my teeth, and brushing out my hair before changing into my pajamas. Before I went back into the dorm though I looked hard at my hair, the pink streaks were still in there, no matter how hard I tried to make them go away they wouldn't. I could change the rest of my hair to any colour I wanted, but those bits just stayed pink. I was starting to get frustrated, but I didn't know who I could ask about this. I didn't know anyone else who was a Metamorphmagus, I often wished I did. I sighed, giving up and going back into my dorm.


I crawled into bed, but soon felt weight at the end of my bed. I opened my eyes to see Angelina and Alicia looking at me. "Hi guys."

"Hi." They responded just sitting there and looking at me.

"Something I can do for you?" I asked. "I am trying to sleep."

"Oh come on! First day back at school, you're finally up here away from the boys. Girl talk!" Alicia practically screeched. I grinned.

"Okay, fine, but not for too long, I'm tired." The girls at the end of my bed nodded.

"Well obviously the most important thing is you and George!" Angelina grinned. "How's that going." I smiled. I had really missed these girls. I couldn't really talk about how I felt about George with Ginny.

"It's going really great." I smiled. "He's almost perfect." I sighed.

"Almost?" Alicia asked, but before I could answer she asked something else. "How's he you know…in bed?" I laughed at her and sat with my mouth open for a second.

"Yes, almost, everyone has flaws, and Fred and George have that whole mischievous streak. Sometimes their pranks get out of control, and there is no talking them out of a bad idea. And as for your other question, I have not slept with George, but I can tell you that he is an excellent kisser." The two girls grinned. "Enough about me please." The other girls exchanged a look.

"I like Fred." Angelina blurted out. "He's seriously funny and attractive. I just don't think he notices me." She frowned. I grinned and sat forward. I spent more than enough time with the twins to know that Fred in fact, did notice Angelina.

"I think you should go for it." I smiled. "I have a little insight into the scary inner working of Fred's brain, and believe me, he notices you." Angelina blushed a bit, with a small smile.

"Are you sure?" She asked and I nodded vigorously.

"I can drop some hints around him if you want. See if I can make it so you see it too."

"You would do that?" She asked.

"Of course I would! You guys are my best girlfriends! I'll see what I can do." Angelina grinned and threw herself at me hugging me tightly.

"You are the best!" She laughed.

"I know. So, Alicia, Angelina and I have spilled. Go on then." Alicia seemed to be thinking hard.

"There's nothing to tell. My life is so boring compared with yours." She frowned. "If something gossip worthy comes up, you guys will be the first to know." After that I told the girls that if I didn't get some sleep soon I was going to die, and they both slunk off to their beds. I sank into a peaceful sleep, coming up with a plan to get Fred and Angelina together.


Before I could believe it October had arrived, and with it a whole lot of change. The Beauxbatons students arrived in a powder blue carriage, with a giant woman named Madame Maxime, who was their headmistress. And the Durmstrang students arrived in a boat with their Headmaster Igor Karkaroff. The impartial judge for the tournament was revealed as the Goblet of Fire. A magical cup, that Professor Dumbledore drew an age line around.

Fred and George came up with, what I think, was a really stupid plan. They decided to brew, and take and aging potion to get past the age line. Both Hermione and I pointed out how ridiculous it was, and how it wasn't going to work, but they wouldn't hear of it. I sat idly by, watching as the twins took the potion, and crossed the age line. They put their names in the Goblet and were in the middle of congratulating each other when they were magically tossed from within the circle and landed, looking significantly older. They both had long grey beards and scraggly eyebrows, bent over with age. They looked at each other and both started laughing.

"You look ridiculous!" Fred and George both laughed at each other. I caught Angelina's eye and we rushed over to the boys. When they were done laughing we helped them up to the hospital wing.

"What's this?" Madame Pomfrey asked. I explained the situation and she tutted at the boys, directing them to two beds. She disappeared for a minute to look through her potions. That left me alone with George, as Madame Pomfrey had put partitions between the twins' beds. I looked over at George and sighed. He looked over at me and grinned.

"Admit it, you want me." He laughed, my annoyance was slightly lessened and a cracked a small smile.

"Oh, yeah you look super sexy right now. Scraggly old men really turn me on." I said sarcastically.

"Oh come on Misty, don't be angry with me." He sighed. "You were right, is that what you want to hear?" He asked. Now I was pissed.

"No, George, it is not what I want to hear. You should have listened to me in the first place. We both knew this wasn't going to work, why bother doing it?" Looking at George I felt almost guilty for snapping at an old man.

"Because it might have worked! And it didn't so what?! Fred and I will be fine so what's the problem? Sometimes I think you just live to put our fun to an end."

"The problem is that you are now in the hospital wing, looking about five hundred, and wasting Madame Pomfrey's time because you only care about fun. You don't ever bother with consequences. And if you think that is all I am living for, you clearly don't know me very well. And I can't figure out why you would even want to date me." I was beyond mad, but I could see that my last sentence had bothered him. His face went from an angry red to a paper white.

"I want to date you because I love you! Obviously there are things we don't like each other, but no relationship is perfect." He looked at me with hurt in his eyes. I rolled my eyes and was going to leave when he grabbed my hand and looked pleadingly up at me. "Come on sweets, let's talk about this please!"

"I really hate when you call me sweets!" I roared. George's face suddenly broke into a smile. He started laughing, and then I started laughing. We were interrupted by Madame Pomfrey coming behind the partition and handing a potion to George.

"Drink this, and you should go back to normal within ten minutes. I'll come and check on you. And please, for the sake of my sanity, think before you decide to do something so stupid." She walked out of our partition and into the next one where Fred was. I could see George's appearance shifting back to normal, and sighed, plopping next to him on the cot.

"I'm sorry." He said sheepishly. Then he grinned a bit. "I won't call you sweets anymore." He promised. We both started laughing.

"I'm sorry too. Don't think we aren't going to talk about this later though." I said. He nodded. "Thanks for doing away with that nickname though." I grinned and leaned in to kiss him.

"Admit it; you kind of liked me as a geezer." He said when I pulled away from him a minute later. We both chuckled.

"I kind of liked the silver fox look on you." I admitted. We both grinned. We talked about regular things until Madame Pomfrey discharged George from the hospital wing.


AN: The first fight, things can't go smoothly forever can they? I'll have the next chapter should be up soon! I'd like to send a quick shout out to my first two reviewers! Thank You!