*~*Chapter Nine: Eternal Glory*~*
A.N. Hello! Here's what you've all been waiting for, the chapter we find out what house she's in. I hope you all like it. I've been adding elements of both book and movie into this chapter and I think I'm going to keep doing that, seeing as I really missed Peeves in the film. I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes but I hope you like it!
Enjoy!
MicroSpider XD
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The entire Gryffindor table went into an eruption of cheers and excitement as Jack removed the hat and joined them, sitting beside Hermione, who'd left a space for her.
Jack smiled at the outcome. At least now she wouldn't feel alienated from her own family.
Once the cheers died down Professor Dumbledore took his place behind a golden lectern that had an owl on the front and dripping candles at the sides.
"Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..."
Suddenly, Mr Filch the Caretaker slipped through the big double doors and ran to the Headmaster with high knees. Jack shook her head as the students sniggered.
If it was going to be like this everyday, she'd fit in just fine.
After whispering frantically to Dumbledore, Filch spun round and ran back out the double doors; still doing high knees.
Dumbledore kept going as normal, "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament," the students started whispering wide eyed to one another.
"You're JOKING!" Fred said loudly, his exclamation stopped the whispers and nearly everyone laughed.
Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively, "I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "Though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar-"
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Er - but maybe this is not the time.. . no. . ." Dumbledore muttered, "Where was I? Ah yes. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime."
The doors once again opened and through them trotted a group of young ladies dressed in blue. They danced up the aisle and every now and then stopped and made elegant hand gestures, followed by the noise, 'Ah...' While they released butterflies and a younger student did acrobatics.
"Bloody hell..." Ron muttered, his wide eyes glued to the way the beautiful women wiggled their assets. Jack and Hermione looked around in disgust and noticed that almost every single male in the room was applauding vigorously and almost drooling at the sight of these women.
The two disgusted teens looked at each other and rolled their eyes, "Males."
The wiggling women were followed in by a gigantic women, who had a big red fur coat on and an aging face. There was no doubt that this woman was part giant.
"Blimey," Seamus stated, "That's one big woman."
Once the students stop cheering and drooling Dumbledore spoke again, "And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff."
A group of older boys with bo staffs marched down the aisle to the rhythm they beat into the floor. They spun the staffs with ease, the ends sparking upon impact with the floor.
Once again Ron was in awe as the last student entered with their headmaster, "Blimey it's him, Viktor Krum!"
Jack wasn't anymore impressed up close to the Seeker. She still thought he looked like a toe.
She turned to her twin brother and smirked, "Wow Ron! Now you can stalk him!" She gasped in mock enthusiasm.
"Piss off!" Was the only response she received from her brother.
Once they'd all settled in and gorged themselves on delicious food, Dumbledore once again took his place by his lectern, "Your attention please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks,"
"Wicked," Fed and George exclaimed, they were definitely going to enter.
"For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch."
All of a sudden the enchanted ceiling started to roar with thunder and rain, making some of the students scream. With a quick flip of the wand it stopped and they all gawped at the man who stopped it.
He had a large bulbous eye on some thick leather and it wandered around the room, while his face was scarred up and his hair thinning. The heavy coat didn't help the man's movements with his duff leg.
"Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody!" Ron gasped.
Hermione turned to the ginger, "Alastor Moody? The Auror?" She asked, not removing her wonderous gazed from the man.
Dead Thomas looked back to Ron in curiosity, "Auror?"
"Dark Wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter though these days," Ron explained to him, making Jack frown.
"He was doing okay last time I talked to him. Then again, that was a few years ago, but it doesn't look like he's changed much," Jack told them and shrugged.
Ron's mouth flew open in surprise, "How the bloody hell do YOU, know Mad-Eye Moody?"
Jack wasn't amused, "Sometimes he'd be there when I would have those chats with Fudge, at the Ministry. Usually he'd just tell me about who it was he'd just caught or how not to end up in Azkaban," she said, turning back to Dumbledore who was starting to speak again.
Mad-Eye had been greeted by Dumbledore and popped open a hip flask, taking a long swig.
That was new. Jack had never seen that hip flask before and she knew that the man was too set in his ways to start something different.
"What's that he's drinking do you suppose?" Seams asked, eyeing the mans strange choice of flask; it was dull and brown, not at all the sort of thing one would want to drink from.
Harry shook his head, "I don't know but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice."
A man in long black robes and bowler hat took the floor, "After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final.
Suddenly the Great Hall was filled with shouting pupils and angry muttering.
"That's rubbish!" yelled Fred and George, "You don't know what you're doing!"
Jack let out a short chuckle in disbelief, catching the attention of Ron, Harry and Hermione, "The things people are willing to do for money and 'eternal glory'," she shook her head, "More like granting a death wish."
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore's voice boomed over everyone else's as he cast a spell over a tall box. It gradually melted it's way into a goblet containing a blue flame,
"The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon 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 tri-wizard tournament has begun."