"Grace, are you sure that's Ramira?" Tate asked, running after Grace, who was chasing after the girl who had run into the forest. "Because she's inside. She said she was tired. Why would she lie to us?"

"Why wouldn't she?" Grace asked, running farther ahead of Tate.

"Grace! Grace, come back! Don't go over there! If you really think that is her, then don't go there!"

"Why not, I just want to see where she's going, she hasn't ever told us. You'd think she would. Some friend." Tate was panicking now, running after Grace, even though she knew the risks.

"Grace, just please listen to me! I know where she's going, and I can tell you if you want to know so badly! Grace!" But it was too late. Grace had run into the forest right after the girl, and all Tate and Sophie could do was sit and wait in dread. The first howl was agonizing to Tate, and it was all she could do to keep from running back to the castle.

"Tate, please. Why can't we just go after that girl and Grace, there are werewolves in the forest, and they might get hurt." Sophie whispered. Tate glanced up at the full moon. Yes, there certainly were werewolves in the forest, she thought, and Grace was about to meet one. A scream came from a little ways into the forest, and through the darkness, Tate could see Sophie sit up straighter.

"Tate, are you sure we can't go in there? I know we would get docked more points, but Grace could be in trouble." Sophie whispered, leaning towards Tate.

"Yes, I'm sure. This isn't just about getting docked points. We could get seriously injured if we go in there." Tate said. Her hands were freezing cold and shaking, and she felt like crying. How could she be so selfish? The sorting hat had said that she was supposed to be in Hufflepuff, but right now she felt like a Slytherin.

"Tate, I don't get it. We're supposed to be in Hufflepuff. We protect our friends. I'm going in there to get Grace." Sophie whispered. Her words mirrored Tate's thoughts, so, reluctantly, Tate got up and followed her into the darkness of the forest.

"Lumos!" Bot girls whispered, and their wand tips ignited, sending narrow beams of light through the dense trees and underbrush. A howl pierced the silence, and it sounded much closer than the first one had been. Sophie grabbed Tate's hand, and together they made their way through the forest, looking for signs of Grace. They saw small areas of forest floor that had been cleared of the leaves left over from fall, and then a larger area that made it look as if someone or something had been pulled along the floor.

Tate and Sophie followed the trail of the cleared leaves, and it led them deeper and deeper into the forest. Eventually the undergrowth grew so thick that the trail was almost lost, twisting and turning through the tree. They followed the cleared trail for what seemed like hours, until they came to an are where the trees thinned and revealed a small clearing where a small house sat, abandoned and run down.

"That's the house from my dream!" Tate whispered.

"What dream?" Sophie asked.

"Oh, nothing." Tate walked forward, listening for any sound of life in the house, but she could hear nothing. "Sophie, stay there. I want to see something." She stepped towards the house, her hand shaking. She opened the door, just as she heard something run out from the trees behind her. Suddenly, she was shoved forward by a huge creature, one much bigger than Sophie.

"Sophie!" Tate yelled, huddled against the wall and the creature behind her.

"What should I do?" Sophie asked, her voice shaking.

"Full body bind!" Tate yelled, coming up with a random spell.

"O-okay. Petrificus Totalus!" Sophie yelled, and the creature froze. Tate crawled out from behind the creature, and walked around to Sophie.

"Thanks. We should look for Grace." She said.

"Ok-kay." Sophie whispered, her voice still very shaky.

"Hey. It's okay." Tate said, hugging Sophie.

"I know." Sophie whispered. "Now, Grace." The girls walked up past the beast, and into the house. The floor creaked, and dust lined every surface.

"Wow. Such a happy place." Sophie whispered, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "I would love to live here. Wouldn't you?"

"Yeah. It is kind of cute, though." Tate whispered back. A door to their left was opened, and Tate stepped through the frame. There was a window on the wall that let in the moonlight of a full moon.

"Oh."

"What?" Sophie asked, looking around the room.

"Oh no, no no no no no." Tate whispered. She moved towards a small heap on the floor, and turned it over. "Grace. Grace. Grace!" She whispered, crying.

"Tate, what's wrong?" Sophie asked.

"Look out the window." Tate whispered. "What stage is the moon in? It's a full moon, isn't it! What did that creature look like? A wolf!"

"Oh." Sophie whispered.

"We need to get grace back to the castle. I doubt the feast has started." Tate said. She stood up.

"We can't carry Grace, she's too heavy." Sophie said, still looking out the window. "Wait, wasn't the full moon last night, Halloween?"

"Full moons last for two nights. And I have an idea to get her back to the castle." Tate said. She pointed her wand at Grace, and whispered "Wingardium Leviosa." Grace rose off the ground, her head dangling limply, and her leg and arm bleeding.

"No. No, no, no." Tate whispered. "Please don't be dead."

"Come on Tate." Sophie said, as she walked out the door. They followed their path back to the field, and ran as fast as they could to the front doors, with Grace floating behind them.

"We should take her to the hospital wing." Tate panted, once they were in the castle.

"I'm really starting to hate that place." Sophie panted as they walked as fast as possible to the Hospital Wing.

Sophie ran to the door of the hospital wing and knocked as hard as she could on the oak door.

"Madame Merryweather!" She yelled, much to the distaste of some of the portraits in the hall. The oak doors opened, and a very cross Madame Merryweather stepped out.

"Miss. Grey! I expect you to know that it is unacceptable to shout in the halls." She whispered.

"Im sorry Madame, but it is an emergency. Our friend has been… Well, you can see." Sophie whispered.

"Very well then, come in." Madame Merryweather said, opening the door a bit wider. Bright yellow light poured out of the room, and Tate was able to see Grace's wounds in horrible relief, and her pants and shirt were covered in blood. Tate walked in, and Grace floated in after her, and was put onto a bed.

"Oh." Madame Merryweather gasped. "My, well. I hope I will be able to deal with this, but we may have to send her to St. Mungo's."

"Sorry?" Sophie asked.

"Wizarding hospital in London." Tate whispered. "Well, thank you, we should probably go now."

"Very well." Professor Merryweather said, still looking at Grace. The two girls headed towards their dormitories, and were in the hall that led to the marble staircase when they were stopped by a young man that looked to be about twenty.

"Hello." The man said.

"Hello. Do I know you?" Tate asked.

"Um, I do not believe so. I'm Professor Blanchard, stepping in for Professor Willfeather while he is recovering from injuries." The man, or Professor Blanchard said. "Um, do you girls happen to know Ramira Zander? First year, I believe? I was wanting to speak to her about her outstanding performance in potions so far."

"Oh, yeah." Sophie said. "Yeah, we know her."

"Wonderful! Do you happen to know where she is?" Professor Blanchard asked.

"Well, we thought we did, but I'm not so sure now." Tate said.

"Oh?"

"See, we were just outside. Our friend was bitten by a werewolf." Sophie whispered.

"Oh, dear. I assume she is in the hospital wing? I may be able to help." Professor Blanchard said.

"Thank you, sir. Now, we should get to our common room. To look for Ramira." Tate said, and walked off. The girls walked to their dormitory, and found the common room empty.

"I wonder where everyone is." Sophie said.

"Yeah. Maybe the feast already started." The girls walked up the stairs to the loft area, and found a group of three people sitting at the large oak table.

"Excuse me," Tate said, " has the feast started?"

"No." One of the girls sitting at the table said.

"Alright. Thanks." Tate walked into the girls dorm hall, and then into the first first year dormitory, where there were five girls, and then into their dormitory. Ramira was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.

"Huh." Tate said to herself.

"Uh, Tate? You never told me why we needed to look for Ramira." Sophie whispered.

"Um… Why don't we go to the common room." Tate said, and slipped out of the dormitory. She made her way downstairs to the common room, where she sat on the sofa in front of the fire. Sophie joined her, and they sat there for a few minutes, just staring at the fire.

"So… What?" Sophie asked.

"Oh, yeah. So, I said that I know where Ramira goes. And I do. I think, no, I know. She's a werewolf." Sophie gasped a bit too loud at the news, her eyes widening.

"So, she bit Grace." Sophie whispered.

"No. It isn't possible. Because she was asleep. At first I thought it was her, but it isn't. " Tate said.

"Well, how do you know? She could have slipped in here after we brought Ramira to the hospital wing, and pretended to be asleep." Sophie said, looking around the common room to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation.

"It isn't possible. We put the full body bind curse on that werewolf, and it should last until at least now. And a werewolf is transformed for the whole night, it can't transform at will. That's animagi."

"What?"

"Never mind. The point is, it isn't possible for Ramira to have bitten Grace." Tate said, sure of her answer.

"But Grace doesn't know that." Sophie said. "And she thinks Ramira bit her."

"Exactly." At this, students began coming into the common room and walking out of the corridor that led to the outside hall, heading towards the feast. "I guess we should get going." The girls walked to the great hall, along with many other students who were laughing and joking around.

"So, I'm guessing Ramira isn't going to be at the feast." Sophie almost yelled, over the crowds of students.

"No." Tate answered. They arrived at the great hall, to see it bedecked with the colours and banners of all four houses and the Hogwarts crest. The two girls sat down at their usual spot at the Hufflepuff table, Ramira and Grace's spots left empty.

"Wait, how can Ramira be asleep on the sofa if it's a full moon?" Sophie asked, her voice almost inaudible over the sound of hundreds of students talking and laughing.

"I, I don't know." Tate said. She had forgotten about that. Just then, the great oak doors opened, and a group of Beauxbatons students walked in, and sat down at the Hufflepuff table.

"Hi, can I sit here?" A girl asked. She looked to be about Tate's age. She had light blonde hair that was cut short and choppy, and her eyes were a light hazel.

"Yeah, sure." Sophie said. She scooted over to let the girl sit down.

"I'm Vivienne." The girl said, with a slight French accent.

"Oh, I'm Sophie and that's Tate." Sophie said. The girl sat down next to Sophie, and stared at the head table.

"I've always wondered what Hogwarts was like." Vivienne said.

"So, are you going to try out for the Tournament?" Tate asked. The girl seemed to be a bit young.

"No, but I came because my sister is. I'm only first year."

"Oh." There was a quiet sound of a bell ringing from the head table, and all talking ceased.

"Good evening, students and guests. I hope you are all having a good stay here so far, and welcome to Hogwarts. Now, I must inform you about some of the rules of the Triwizard tournament. It is a very daunting and dangerous tasks, and if you are chosen, there is no turning back. However, that being said. Only students that are of age, that is seventeen years, are allowed to submit their name to be chosen." At this, there was an uproar from many students. The shouting died down after a couple of minutes, and Professor Wells was able to speak again.

"May we bring in the Goblet, please?" She called, and the great oak doors opened to reveal a group of wizards carrying a large wooden case. They carried the case to in front of the head table, and set it down. Then, Professor Wells tapped the case with her wand. The case seemed to melt away, disappearing completely to reveal a huge wooden goblet. The goblet looked like it had been hewn straight from the trunk of a massive tree, and one side of it was carved like a grand castle that sat on a cliff. "This," Professor Wells said, "is the Goblet of Fire. It is the impartial judge, who will be choosing those who will compete in the tournament. I will be drawing an age line around it, and it is foolish to try and cross. Good luck everyone, and let the feast BEGIN!" Immediately, the golden platters and bowls that had been empty filled with food and soups and stews of all kinds. The glass pitchers that had been empty filled with pumpkin juice and butterbeer, and any other type of drink imaginable.

"Ooh! They have Sprite!" Sophie said, picking up a pitcher full of what looked like bubbly water to Tate, and filling her goblet with it. "Tate, you should try it." She then filled Tate's goblet with the bubbly water. Tate looked around at all of the soups and saw that there was creamy potato soup, and she filled her bowl.

"So, what's Sprite?" Vivienne asked, eyeing the drink warily.

"Oh, you haven't had it? It's a muggle drink and it's super good! Here, you should try it." Sophie then poured Vivienne a goblet of Sprite. Vivienne took a sip, and her eyes widened.

"Wow. That is really bubbly!" Vivienne gasped, choking. "Tate, you should try it." Tate took a sip, the bubbles splattering her face and getting up her nose. It truly was bubbly, and a bit overwhelming. Tate started choking.

"It's good, isn't it?" Sophie asked, laughing at both girls' reactions.

"Yeah, just" Vivienne started.

"Really really bubbly." Tate finished. The girls began eating, and only once their plates and bowls were almost empty did they talk again.

"So," Tate said, "did you just move to France?"

"Yeah, how could you tell?" Vivienne asked.

"You don't have much of an accent, and you speak really good English."

"Well done, Sherlock." Vivienne smiled.

"Thanks." Tate said, sipping more Sprite and then choking again.

The bell rang at the head table, and silence consumed the hall. Professor Wells stood up, and shouted "Students, please return to your dormitories. Good night." Once she had finished, benches began scraping the floor, and talking once again echoed off of the stone walls.

"Well, see you tomorrow." Tate half-yelled to Vivienne.

"Yeah. Good night." Vivienne responded, joining the rest of her school.

"Bye!" Sophie yelled after her. The two girls wove their way through the crowds in the hall, hurrying to the turnoff to their dormitories and finally reaching their beds and the warm fire and sofa of their dorm room.

"G'night Tate." Sophie yawned about fifteen minutes later after a long conversation that had been held in their pyjamas on the carpeted floor in dim wand light.

"Night." Tate mumbled, climbing into her bed. Seconds later she was off in a dream, back in the forest.

Hey Guys!

I am so incredibly sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I have been really really busy. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was the easiest and most fun to write. Comment if you want to guess who/ what bit Grace! And what is going to happen!

-Aja