Blood Bound

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: There is a poll. Read the bottom of the story to find out and details.

Chapter9: Friends

On Sunday I laid in the pebbled ground while my feet soaked in the lake. Eliza sat next to me fidgeting with the CD player she brought. After several attempts she got the batteries in and put the Hex Girls CD in. The first song was "I'm a Hex Girl" one of my favorite songs that my feet were tapping in the water making a slight splash.

"I'm so glad you brought that." I said.

"Same here, I'm surprise how limited they are on technology." Eliza said.

"I've seen a few radios," I said.

"But it's the same songs over and over again with quidditch." She countered.

"True," I said.

Since we had arrived to Hogwarts, we discovered how behind of the century the school was. There were no televisions, computers, music players, or anything from the eighties or nineties. As if the wizarding world of Britain had stopped at a certain time frame and never moved forward. I asked Lavender if she knew what a phone was as she stared at me strangely. Nearly on the purebloods and some half-bloods hardly understood these objects, except the muggle born and half-blood.

"So any word from the first task?" Eliza asked.

"I'm not sure," I answered, sitting up. "All I know is that the first task is in late November."

"What do you think you'll have to face?" She asked.

"I have no clue." I said. "If it is a test of broom skills…I'm going to be third, since both guys are seekers."

Eliza chuckled then sighed, "I'm worry. You said yesterday this might be revenge from Mr. Crouch."

"And I can't do anything about it. My magic is contracted to the Goblet of Fire. The only way out is to compete." I grumbled. "I just hope I don't have to kill anybody or creature"

"Yes, you and your care for magical creatures. You vegetarian." She teased.

"Hey, I enjoy white and red meat." I protest. "I just think magical creatures deserve some respect."

Back in America most magical creatures have rights, freedom, and respect. Especially house elves. Since the civil war, house elves are free and when seeking work they are under contract and earn payment. My family has a house elf name Holley. She is very kind and generous, a nanny to all the Blackwood children. She was like a second mother to me since I lost my mom. Without Holley things would had been difficult during dark times.

Soon we decided to head inside for the weather started to get chilly. Once in the castle we went our separate ways. Although, as I walked, I noticed Professor Snape and High Master Kakaroff were whispering. Professor Snape seemed irritated, as if he was trying to avoid the wizard who kept touching his forearm. As they stopped, I walked passed them finding their conversation not important.

"He is coming." Hissed Kakaroff.

"Don't say it aloud." Snape seethed.

Who is coming I thought.

.o0o.

The next day after classes, I waited at the entrance of the library. I had my alchemy book in hand waiting for Viktor. I wonder if he was actually going to come or did he change his mind. He seemed determined to meet Hermione, but could his celebrity fame direct him to another girl? Hermione walked by five minutes ago saying she'll find a table we could use. The girl was by far the wisest witch of her age, and taking courses that not many fourth years get. Our study group started several days ago, when we were both in the common room. I was reading my charms trying to pronounce a spell with difficulty, until Hermione pronounced it.

Back in Salem students learn both old and new magic. With the New world being more open, wandless magic is a must to know. So to orally announce old spell is a bit of a difficulty for me. As for Hermione, she seemed interested in some charms and spells I know. So we created a study group, as I help her with certain subjects she wants to know for O.W.L.s while she helped me with other things. I pray Viktor joining us would disrupt out equal atmosphere.

I sighed and pulled out the Daily Prophet while waiting. Front cover was the group picture of the Triwizard Tournament. On top as front words says The Four Champions! While underneath is basic detail of each champion from name, age, school, and status. When I say my on status, I noted Rita Skeeter put Obliviator to be. Cedric had future ministry member, Viktor - forever hottest seeker. She must have eavesdropped on the conversation. As for Fleur was a surprise Veela searching for love. Who would have thought Fleur was part Veela. More details of the Four Champions will be announced on Wednesdays Prophet.

A click of the heels snapped me out reading. Looking up to see Viktor who held his Alchemy book. I gave him a friendly smile.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Dah," Viktor answered.

I nodded and lead the way where Hermione and I would usually study. In the very back corner was Hermione with her books, parchment, and quill at the ready, covering half the table. As we reached the table, Hermione looked up only have her eyes widen when seeing Viktor.

"Hey Hermione, is it alright if Viktor joined us. He and I have an Alchemy paper due on Wednesday" I whispered.

"Um…sure." Hermione mumbled.

Viktor's lip slightly twitched to a small smile. Afterwards, we sat down and started reviewing the alchemy text books. Since we were in the library, Viktor and I had to whisper, but his accent made it difficult to understand in a soft voice. So what we did was write down our opinions and top important notes while using a translator spell Hermione provided. An hour of notes, we work on our paper. As usual I wrote in pencil in my composition note book. It's better to do a rough draft in pencil and finished the assignment in quill.

Through the next hour of studying and homework Viktor would occasionally look up to gaze at Hermione. He only did it when she wasn't looking. However, every time she felt eyes on her, she would look up except he was back to his paper acting as if nothing happen. Awe, he's acting like a school boy. Maybe in time they will get along. The only down side to this is the fan girls who would snicker around the aisles watching Viktor.

We tried to ignore them, but it was quite irritating. It wasn't long when another girlish giggles could be heard when Viktor stretched his arm over his head. Seriously, how could a stretch be interesting?

"Oh honestly, if you're not going to study or check out a book then leave!" Hermione snapped at the fan girls.

The girls glared at Hermione before leaving.

"Bravo," I whispered.

"Seriously, this is a library and not a shopping center." Hermione said. "Its girls like them that give us a bad name."

"Couldn't agree more." I said and closed my textbook. "Well, I think I had enough studying for the day." Then turned to Viktor, "Again tomorrow?"

Viktor nodded as he closed his book. Hermione seemed to agree, though she would stay longer decided to join me. As we girls got up, Viktor immediately stood up so sudden it surprised us. He gave a bow then left in a marched kind of way.

"Okay," I said quietly.

And on Tuesday it was the same. After classes all three of us would meet up and study or do our homework. Viktor and I did a once through in each of our Alchemy papers to see if we both has the top priorities, then did the final draft. Viktor would watch Hermione and she would ignore him. No words were said, yet when we left Hermione asked me if Viktor was going to join us throughout our study group. I shrug, for I wasn't entirely sure. Even though Viktor and I hardly communicate except in study group and Tournament meetings…I hardly knew him.

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Wednesday came. The girls and I went to the Great Hall to get breakfast. However, something wasn't right. There was a change in the atmosphere. The room wasn't full, yet students were huddle around the Daily Prophet. Did something important happen to grasp the attention of the student body?

As Hermione, Ginny, and I were walking to join our friends many had their eyes on me. It wasn't until an Angelina who was surrounded by Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Seamus, Dean, and Neville reading aloud.

"A dark secret has been reveal of a second survivor from the killing curse roams in Hogwarts as Bridgette Blackwood, age 17, suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament. Her eyes swimming with the ghosts of her past, and choking back tears from witnessing her Mother's death, Edith Blackwood nee Chimmerah. As she herself suffered and survived from the ultimate unforgivable curse. The evidence lies deep in her left forearm in shape of an fl-"

I yank the paper out of Angelina hand before she could finish that sentence. How could Rita Skeeter know about my burn, I practically didn't answer any questions involving the Unforgivable Curse? So how could she know and violate my privacy? All eyes were on me some with caution while others were shock. When I stared at Harry whose scar was showing, brought back that dark memory.

Unable to face judgment, I turned around and ran out of the Great Hall.

"Bridgette!"

Ignoring them I ran. All their eyes were on me. They know and I could tell they believe it. Unlike Salem where the students thought it was a joke. But here, they absorbed the information and taken grasp. Now no one will see me the same way again. All thanks to Professor Moody and Rita Skeeter.

I hid in a broom closet and curled on the ground. I tried to hold back tears while caressing my ugly arm. The evidence of surviving the killing curse thanks to my bracelet…thanks to my mom. If it wasn't for her charming this heirloom…I would have been dead. But surviving such a deadly curse came with a consequence. One that my father wanted to avoid…fame. He wanted me to live a normal life and so he and those who were part of the terrible event kept it a secret.

Suddenly there was a soft glow. It took shape of a butterfly and flew around me till landing on my knee. Curiously I touched the ghostly butterfly to feel a lukewarm temperature. Once touched the butterfly sparked into a small fireworks. The small performance made me smile a little.

Standing up, I corrected my appearance and exited to see Fred and George standing there.

"Nice firework," I mumbled.

"Thought we should test it." Fred said.

"Agree, and it seem to work." George said.

"Well, it worked." I said.

Both twins wrapped their arms around me, "Cheer up, Bridge."

"We see you as our favorite Yankee." Fred said.

"Yeah, not like Potter." George added.

"Thanks guys." I said.

The twins nodded. For a moment I thought they would ask twenty questions about the scar and surviving the killing curse. Nope, they merely escorted me to our Defense Against the Dark Arts and throughout our day. Though it didn't stop the staring and whispers…it at least didn't let anyone come near us.

I just hope it doesn't get worse.

So what do you all think?

I hope everyone had a great holiday!

Okay, so I'm going to start a poll which you my lovely readers have to vote on. So I'm having a hard time in deciding who would take Bridgette to the Yule Ball. Now I'll keep this poll up until we reached the chapter in who will ask our witch to the ball. And the candidates are:

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory (If you choose Cedric then Harry asks Cho to the Yule Ball.)

Or a Durmstrang student

If you think there is somebody that could be Bridgette's date, don't be afraid to suggest it.

The polls open now until the chapter comes to who will ask her to the ball.

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