Thank you so much for all the reviews! They are so nice and help me write faster. Oh, and I promise that the Second Task will be a bit interesting. The champions won't all use the same spell.

I can't believe this is chapter 20 already! So it's been more than 20 days since I started writing this story. Wow.

So, I was wondering, 1) who is your favorite character? 2) Which character's point of view do you like reading the best (for some reason, I like writing James and Lucy the best)? And 3) do you think I should write from a new character's point of view? Sorry for all these questions, but it would help a lot of you answered them.

Meanwhile, Dominique, Roxanne, Molly, and Charlotte were browsing Bonbons' candy store. Dominique and Molly still weren't talking, but Dominique decided to stay with all her Hogwarts friends just to please Molly.

"Oh, look at these!" Charlotte said, pointing to a package on the shelf. "Chocolate quills!"

"They only have Sugar Quills in Honeydukes," Dominique commented. "But chocolate is so much better. I think I'll buy one." She took one and put it in her pocket.

Five minutes later, with their pockets much lighter, the four students left Bonbons and headed back to Beauxbatons. It was nearly 7 pm, time for dinner back at Beauxbatons.

"So, do you like Sable or Hogsmeade better?" Dominique tried to lighten the atmosphere, as none of them were talking.

"Oh, they're both really nice," Charlotte responded. "But there're so different. Sable is a bright, busy, coastal town, while Hogsmeade is more cozy. They're so hard to compare."

"I actually like this town better," Roxanne said. "It's more cheery. Hogsmeade is really pretty, especially in winter, but it's not bright."

"Really?" Dominique asked, surprised. "Me too. I mean, Hogsmeade is great, but it's so dark."

They continued walking and finally reached Beauxbatons. The Hall was changed from yesterday; all the tables were decorated with pink flowers, and there was confetti from the ceiling.

"Disgusting," Dominique commented as she sat down at the least pink table.

"Yeah. Why would they decorate this whole hall with pink? It looks despicable," Charlotte said. "It hurts my eyes."

Dominique ate as fast as she could so she could leave the pink room. She still hadn't made up with Molly, but nevertheless, she had a wonderful Valentine's Day with her friends.

One week away from the Second Task, James had to start perfecting the Flame-Freezing charm. He had read the details of the charm and was pretty sure that he knew how to do it, but he wanted to try just to make sure.

James sought out Gilbert, the seventh-year who knew all the secrets of the castle, and asked him if he knew there was any room that was on the first floor and good for practicing spells. Gilbert told him that there was a room directly across from the Hall which had an unused classroom that students could use for practice. To enter, all you had to do was knock on the door in a pattern of knocks: one fast, two slow, three fast.

The evening of the 19th, James, Oliver, and Fred quietly entered Beauxbatons castle and walked toward the hallway next to the dining area. Making sure that there was nobody nearby, James knocked on the wall according to Gilbert's instructions. A door appeared, and the three quickly went inside.

Unlike the mysterious room on the sixth floor, this room was a normal unused classroom, with a table in the front and rows of desks. "It'll work," James said, examining the room. He took out his wand and practiced the charm. "Gelatino."

"Ready?" Oliver asked, taking out his wand.

"I think so." James stood back and waited for Oliver to act, while Fred watched, to the side.

"Incendio!" A small flame flew out of Oliver's wand and grew bigger and bigger, inching toward James.

James pointed his wand at the flame and muttered, "Gelatino." The flame glowed for a second and then continued growing, towards James. "Should I touch it?" he asked. "What if my spell didn't work?"

"Then you'll get burned," Oliver said. "But the nurse could fix that really easily. But if you really think your spell worked, just touch a corner of the flame and nothing should happen."

James slowly held his finger up and carefully brought it toward the fire. He trembled as he almost reached the fire, then closed his eyes and put his finger through the fire.

He didn't feel any pain. James opened his eyes, and looked at his finger. It was fine. "It worked!" James shouted in relief. Just for the fun of it, he went toward the fire and put his whole body in it. "It's not doing anything!" The fire felt like a breeze, and was actually a nice feeling.

"That's so cool!" Fred said, coming over. "If I touch the fire, will I be immune to it too?"

"I think so," James said. "The spell does it to the fire, not the person. But I'm not 100% sure. Try at your own risk."

Fred shrugged and carefully reached a hand to touch the fire. "Nope, I'm fine," Fred said. "This is so cool." He put his arms in the fire, marveling at how he didn't get burned.

"Can I get rid of the fire now?" Oliver asked. "The charm's supposed to wear out in a few minutes. You don't want to get burned."

James and Fred agreed, allowing their friend to get rid of the fire. "That was so cool," Fred said again, examining his arms. "You're going to be amazing at this task. You've got everything planned out: the Flame-freeze charm, and Quidditch…"

"Quidditch!" James exclaimed. "I haven't practiced since… four months ago! I'm probably so bad at it right now. I've got to practice right now."

"Slow down, mate," Fred said. "It's almost 10 and it's dark outside. How about tomorrow?"

"Fine," James responded. "But as soon as I wake up in the morning."

"Wow, James," Oliver said. "I've never seen anybody so eager as you."

The following morning, James woke up at 5 am, got dressed, and dashed out of his tent. Then he realized he had no idea where the Quidditch pitch was.

James ran back into his tent and shook Fred, who was sleeping. "Wake up!" he hissed. "Where's the Quidditch pitch?"

"Go ask Oliver," Fred moaned. "Tired."

James went over to Oliver's bed. "Where's the Quidditch pitch?"

"What?" Oliver opened his eyes to see James standing over him, fully dressed in Quidditch uniform, holding a broom. "I'll tell you in an hour."

"No, now!" James insisted. "I'm going to keep on bothering you until you tell me."

"Go ask Fred," Oliver said, closing his eyes.

"I did, and he doesn't know," James replied. "So where is it?"

"It's outside the castle," Oliver said.

"Well, of course! You need to be more specific than that."

"It's in the back," Oliver said. "If you leave the castle from the Potions room, turn right, and walk a short distance, you should see the pitch. It's really big. You can't miss it."

"Thanks," James said. "Will you and Fred come over in an hour or two to help me practice?"

"Maybe." James took that as a yes and left the tent. He took the path around the castle and walked to where his Potions class was. He turned right, and walked a bit and saw the huge Quidditch pitch and the six posts.

James took out his broom and mounted it, and took off. Until that moment when he was in the air, James had forgotten how much he had missed flying. The feel of the whoosh of the air when he flew around, the thrill when he made a loop or dived… James was glad he could experience flying again.

After flying a few laps around the pitch, James looked down and realized there was somebody standing there. He didn't think Fred or Oliver would be here that early. He'd only been flying for fifteen minutes. James flew closer to the ground so he could see who the person was.

It was Moreau. James wasn't too surprised; he knew that Moreau had been stalking him. James landed on the ground and walked toward Moreau. "Why are you here?" he asked.

"I talk walks around the school every morning," Moreau replied. "It's quite refreshing, and benefits my health. I walked around the back and noticed you were flying."

"So what do you want?" James asked, rather rudely. "Or are you just going to watch me fly?"

"I am head of the Department of International Relations and the Ministry of Magic, Potter," Moreau said. "So you should treat me with respect."

"I will when you stop following me everywhere! Can you let me practice flying?"

"It was just a coincidence that I met you here this morning," Moreau said. "I did not follow you here. I have better things than following sixteen-year-olds."

"Well, get to it, then," James said. He mounted his broom and was ready to fly.

"Do you think you're ready for the second task?" Moreau interrupted.

James turned around and stared at the judge. "I think so. And this time, I worked out the clue without cheating. So don't dare take points off."

"So you admit to cheating the first time, don't you?" Moreau asked. James cursed himself for what he had just said. "Well, at least you haven't gone up to the sixth floor since the Yule Ball. I know what you did there. Well, good luck practicing. I wish you luck on the Second Task." Without further ado, Moreau strode off.

James stared at him but lifted off into the air. As he flew around the pitch a couple of times, he couldn't help wondering whether it really was a coincidence or not.

When Fred and Oliver finally came, around seven, James told him what had happened with Moreau.

"Weird," Fred said. "It's definitely not a coincidence. He must be stalking you."

"But how?" James wondered. "I swear I didn't see anyone when I left the tent this morning and went here."

"Maybe he put a device on you that tracks where you are," Oliver said. "Or there's one in our tent."

"There's nothing on me," James said. "I never got close to Moreau for him to do that. I'll examine our tent later, though. So, did you guys bring the wires?"

"Yep." Oliver showed James the basket that was full of makeshift wires; in fact, they were just pieces of parchment that Oliver had colored green to camaflouge with the grass and make it a challenge. James flew into the air and looked away from the ground while Fred and Oliver littered the ground with the wires.

"We're done!" Fred announced. "Are you ready?"

James dived as a response. He flew down until he was five feet from the ground and began looking around for the wires. He spotted one and flew even lower until he could reach the wire from his broomstick. "Where should I put this?" he asked his friends.

"Oh, you should have brought a basket or something so you could put the wires in them," Oliver said. "For now, just… I don't know, try to ride one-handed?"

James shrugged, but tried Oliver's suggestion. "It's actually not that hard!" he shouted as he looked for more wires.

Thirty minutes later, James had found all of the wires. He landed on the ground with a shout of joy. "That was so much fun!"

"Don't forget, at the actual task you'll have to be doing the flame-freezing spell too, so it'll be much harder," Oliver said.

"Stop being such a spoilsport, Oliver," James said.

"I'm just pointing out the facts," Oliver said. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Yes there is," James replied. "But even with the spell, it won't take me thirty minutes more. I think now I can be confident that I'll win the second task."

"Unless Moreau takes off points because he doesn't like you," Oliver pointed out.

"Stop being so pessimistic!"

The morning of the task, the first through third years got onto the Hogwarts express, ready to journey to Beauxbatons again and watch the second task. Although many of them were excited, no student was as eager as Lily Potter to get to go to Beauxbatons. Even though she was mad at Rose and Albus, she wasn't angry with her oldest brother. She knew it wasn't James's fault that Albus acted so stupidly.

Lily, Elena, Layla, and Olivia claimed their usual compartment and waited for the train to begin moving. Having been on the Hogwarts Express three times already, they decided to stay in the same compartment every trip.

"This train moves so slowly!" Lily said as the train began moving away from Hogwarts.

"It moves at 500 kilometers per hour," Elena said. "That's faster than any muggle train. France is really far away from here, so it's bound to take a few hours."

"Why can't they just use magic to make it go even faster?" Lily wondered. "Then we wouldn't have to wake up at 5 in the morning only to get to France at 10."

"Come on, it's fast enough," Layla said. All three of the first-years knew Lily wasn't a morning person, but they were still annoyed be her complaining.

"Well, I'm going to take a nap," Lily declared. "Wake me up when we're almost there." With that, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Four hours later, the train slowed down and stopped outside Beauxbatons. As soon as the train stopped, Lily jumped up and opened the compartment door. She dashed out and was the first one off the train.

"Wow, she's excited," Layla said as she followed her friend off the train. When all the students got off, Professor Longbottom told them to walk toward the back of the school, where the second task was to take place.

"You'll see lots of people over there, and, er, lots of fire, so you can't miss it," Professor Longbottom said. "I'm just going to make sure there' nobody left on the train. Go on first."

Lily dragged Layla with her as she walked toward the back of the school. "Did Professor Longbottom really say fire?"

"I think my dad did," Layla replied. "It's going to be such a fun task to watch today."

"Let's run toward the back of the school so we can get there sooner," Lily said, starting to run. Layla groaned but followed. They were the first of the younger students to get toward the back.

"Whoa." Lily stopped running and stared in amazement at what she saw. The Beauxbatons Quidditch pitch had been changed completely. She couldn't even see the grass anymore; instead, the field was covered with fire. Bright red and orange flames covered the field, reaching heights of fifty feet, almost reaching the Quidditch posts. The whole field was a marvelous display of color.

"Wow," Layla said. The two first years were speechless, watching.

"Lily!" Someone called Lily's name. She looked up into the stands where there were lots of students watching, and she spotted her cousin Rose. Lily ignored her, pretending not to hear.

"Lily!" This time, the person calling her name was closer. Lily looked straight ahead and saw James coming, dressed in Muggle clothing and holding his broomstick.

"James!" Lily dashed over and gave her brother a hug. "Do you know what you're going to do? Are you nervous? What is the task? Are you going to get injured?"

James chuckled. "I know what I'm going to do, but I'm still nervous, I might get injured, and you'll find out what the task is soon. I have to go now, Lily. The champions have to confer over there." He pointed toward the tent that was set up outside the Quidditch stadium.
"Well, good luck," Lily said.

"Thanks. You should go up and get a seat before all the good seats get taken," James said as he walked toward the tent.

"Okay, thanks!" Lily turned toward Layla. "Do you want to find a seat?"

"Sure." The two first years walked toward the stands and walked toward the highest row, where they got a birds-eye view of the field. From above, the Quidditch field looked like a deadly red field. Lily hoped her brother knew what he was doing.

I'll update tomorrow with the Second Task! So please review!