Author's Note: I was free so I decided that you deserve another chapter since I made a very big delay. I also tried to make this chapter longer as many of you guys commented before. I would also like to thank my reviewers, you really encourage me to keep going, keep those reviews coming.

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Chapter 10: We're Just Getting Started

Hermione walked to her first Defense Against the Dark Arts with Harry and Ron, all the while wondering how their new teacher, Professor Moody, would be like.

They reached the class and took their seats, waiting for their professor to arrive.

"Alastor Moody, ex-auror. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" He paused to look at everyone, his magical eye spinning rapidly in its socket. "When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach, which of you can tell me, how many unforgivable curses there are?"

Hermione spoke up, "Three sir"

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable, the use of one of them will..."she continued

"Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban, now the ministry thinks you're too young to see what these curses do, I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find another place to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr. Finnegan"

"No way! The old hag can see out of the back of his head"
The professor turned around, threw his chalk at Seamus and shouted, "I can see across classrooms" He paused to take his breath "Now which curse shall we see first? Weasley!"

"Yes?"

"Stand, give us a curse"
"Well, my dad did tell me about one, the Imperious curse"

"Oh yeah, your father would know all about that one, gave the ministry quite a grief a few years ago, perhaps this will show you why" He opened a jar of spiders that was sitting on his desk and took one out, "Imperia" He played with the spider a bit and then put it on Ron's head, which was quite a sight due to Ron's fear of spiders, and when Draco was laughing he made it jump on his face, scaring him.

"What ever shall I do next, throw it out the window, drown yourself. Now a lot of witches and wizards claimed that they only did you-know-who's bidding under the influence of the imperious curse, but here's the thing, how do we sort out the liars? Another, another. Longbottom is it?"

"There is, the Cruciatus curse."
"Correct, come come. Crucio"
The spider writhed and thrashed, but it wasn't the only thing in pain, Neville stood in front of it clearly in pain

"Stop. Stop it, can't you see it's bothering him" Hermione screamed.

"Perhaps you can tell us the last curse Miss Granger"
She shook her head, aware of what curse this was going to be.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The spider lay on the table, Hermione unable to look at it, as the memories came flooding back to her of the night her mother was murdered. Hermione shed a few tears that she just couldn't keep in, as Pansy and the Slytherin group looked at her worriedly, being the only ones aware of what she was going through.

"The killing curse, only one person is known to have survived it" He looked directly at Harry, as he too had both his parents killed by the same curse. He took out a flask and drank from it, and then dismissed the class.

On the way out Hermione bumped into Daphne who shouted, "Watch where you're going Granger" "Well, maybe if you were watching where you're going D…Greengrass, you wouldn't bump into me. Hermione marveled at how well the Slytherins were holding up, and not letting anything slip, then again they had their practice.

As she was rummaging through her bag back in her dormitory, looking for her transfiguration book, a paper fell out.

Dear Hermione,

The Slytherins and I just wanted to make sure you were alright, that was a nasty DADA class if you ask me. If you're free, we are going to meet up this Saturday in a secret place, Malik and Arsenio are welcome too if they can come. Astoria will come on Saturday and show you where it is. Try to hold up a bit better though, you almost called Daphne by her first name.

Pansy.

P.S: The letter is charmed to disappear after you read it so don't worry about hiding it.

A minute later Hermione was holding thin air.

Hermione was sitting in the great hall reading under the blue light of the goblet of fire; the cup that selected the tri-wizard champion of each school that would compete in the tri-wizard tournament.

A couple of students came up and put their names, some hesitated and some just watched their friends, cheering. Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff, put his name in.

Only students above 17 years old were allowed to compete, much to the dismay of Arsenio and Malik. Fred and George came with their freshly brewed aging potion, these two think that professor Dumbledore was stupid.

"It's not going to work" she teased them.

"Yeah? And why is that Granger?" George-or Fred- asked. She tried to keep a neutral face at the twin's use of her old name.

"You see this? This is an age line, Dumbledore drew it himself"

"So?" "So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fouled by something as pathetically dim witted as an aging potion"

"Yeah, but that is why it's so brilliant" Fred or George explained

"Because it's so pathetically dim witted" The other continued

They drank their potions and jumped into the circle, all the students cheering for them, thinking they are triumphant. Just as they put their names in the goblet expelled it, pushing them backwards as their plan backfired. Their face were completely obscured by the amount of grey facial hair they grew, as they wrestled each other, the student body urging them to fight.

Hermione paid them no mind and sat to continue reading. The students' voices died, and they parted to let through someone, but who was it?

Victor Krum put his name into the goblet with a stony expression like he never smiled.

On Thursday night, the students all gathered in the great hall, waiting for the Goblet of fire to choose the champions. Professor Dumbledore dimmed the light and cast the spell needed, as the goblet spewed out the first name. " The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum" The Durmstrang students erupted into cheering as Krum made his way to the Champions Hall, as the goblet's blue fire became red again and out flew a dainty paper fan, "The beaxbatons champion is, Miss Fleur Delacour," Hermione knew it couldn't be her sister, since Ara was still 16, but clapped politely nevertheless. "The Hogwarts champion is, Cedric Diggory" "Now that our champions have been selected w…" The goblet's fire turned red again, and out came a paper, "Harry Potter!" professor Dumbledore shouted. Harry, with a face of pure shock and horror, made his way to the champions' hall.

Still in shock everybody settled back down with the occasional murmurs of complaint. The goblet of fire yet again surprised everyone by spewing out another name. "Malik Snape? Malik Snape!" The look on poor Malik and Arsenio's faces made one think that someone just died, as their fellow students looked at Malik with pure distaste.

Hermione looked as her father rushed into the champions' hall after Dumbledore, as she was forced to go back to the dormitory, unaware of the horribleness of what is yet to come