The Angel of Death
By: Lady Kalypso
Summary: AU! Instead of killing Harry, Voldemort decides to raise him as his son. The Dark Lord appears unstoppable with Harry as his faithful warrior and heir, however, things do not go as planed when a 17 year old Harry (goes to Durmstrag) enters the Tri-Wizard Tournament and falls in love with a fiery young redhead. What will happen when Harry learns the truth about his past and the prophecy? Harry/Ginny
Warning: OotP SPOILERS! (If you haven't finished reading book 5 then I really don't understand why your reading FanFiction...)
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, cursing, and sexual situations (to put it nicely)
Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I do NOT own Harry Potter and all that other stuff.ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE! I do happen to own my original characters and plot line. Please refrain from using my plot unless I give you permission first!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/ OC maybe some others on the side.
A/N: Reviews are always very much appreciated! (*wink*HINT*cough*) Flames are mean! No flaming! Constructive criticism, however, is acceptable. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! It makes me SMILE and want to write more!
~blah~ means Parseltongue
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Angel of Death Chapter 3 * New Places, New Faces*
~October 30th, 1996~ ~Durmstrag Institute~
Harry felt utterly miserable. He hadn't been getting very much sleep lately because his dreams were haunted by the screaming red-haired woman. He did not know why he had been so effected by her in particular. Harry was even slightly ashamed of him self for letting it bother him so much. However, he could not help, in the back of his mind, believing that he had some connection with the woman. 'She said my name.'
On top of his insomnia, his father was constantly calling him to Death Eater meetings. Harry found this completely unnecessary because his father had told him that he could not participate as an active Death Eater until he was out of school. His father was very random about calling his Death Eaters, which resulted in Harry having to miss some of his classes. He would suffer the agonizing pain in the Dark Mark tattoo on his forearm until he managed to get himself the Karkaroff's office, his headmaster, and portkey away. Harry, personally, didn't think going through all that, only to get to the meeting and listen to his father lecture for hours, was very fun.
So here he was sitting the freezing Great Hall of Durmstrag, trying not to fall asleep on his breakfast. Just as he started to drift off when..
" AZRAEL! There you are! I have been looking for you!" cried Antonin Dolohov, Harry's Romanian classmate. "Karkaroff asked me to get you! He said ve leave in an hour to Hogvarts."
Harry lifted his head off the table and stared at him, looking tired. "What the hell are you talking about Dolohov?" he mumbled.
"Er- Vell, you know..Hogvarts? To go to the Triwizard Tournament? That's vhere it is this year..."
"OH!" Harry said suddenly sitting up wide-awake. "Oh! That? NOW? Oh BUGGER! I COMPLETELY FORGOT! Oh bloody hell, Dolohov! I haven't even packed yet!" said Harry looking slightly hysterical.
"Oh, you don't have to vorry about that. Karkaroff said he already packed everything for you."
Harry looked sharply at Dolohov. "HE packed my things? Erm, I know he favors me and all because of my Dad but, well, should I be... concerned?"
Dolohov laughed, "No, I don't think so. Karkaroff is much too lazy to do that himself. He probably had one of the house elves do it."
Harry nodded in agreement, looking relieved. Together the headed out toward the ship that they were told would take them to Hogwarts.
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~Hogwarts~
~Later that evening~
Ginny Weasley stood in front of the entrance of Hogwarts. Her and her fellow Hogwarts students stood outside waiting to welcome the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrag, who came to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Ginny stood in the back left standing next to Colin Creevey and in front of her older brother Ron and his best friend, Neville Longbottom. Her brother had insisted for her to stand on the end nearest to the Hogwarts front doors so that they could 'get a good look at the competition.'
Ginny sighed and rubbed her hands together trying to keep warm in the late October weather. She could hear her brother talking adamantly about Quidditch behind her. Now, Ginny loved Quidditch more than the average girl but sometimes she could not help but think that her brother really needed a girlfriend. 'And poor Neville!' Ginny thought. 'He couldn't play Quidditch if his life depended on it and here he is being forced to talk about it all the time.'
Suddenly, Ginny was tapped on the shoulder and looked over to see Colin Creevey, who face was way to close for comfort, looking pleadingly at her.
"Ginny? Could I please trade spots with you?"
Ginny shuffled away from him, back into her comfort zone, and looked down and was not exactly surprised to see him clutching his camera. "Why?"
"Because I want to take some pictures of the foreign students." He said biting his lower lip and attempting to her give puppy eyes, which made him look more constipated than cute, in Ginny's opinion.
"Why d'you want pictures of them?" interrupted Ron, clearly looking at Colin like he was mad.
"Well," Colin said lowering his voice to a breathy whisper, which caused Ginny to take another step away from him, "I heard that You-Know-Who's son goes to Durmstrag and he is coming here tonight to compete in the tournament! If I get a good picture of him and send it to the Daily Prophet, can you imagine the money I would get?" he squeaked in excitement.
Pavarti Patil, who had apparently been eavesdropping, cut in, "Ooo! I hear he is absolutely gorgeous! You-Know-Who's people all call him the Angel of Death because he is so beautiful he looks like he could be an angel and because he more powerful then any one of You-Know-Who's Death Eaters!"
"The son of You-Know-Who looking like an angel? For some odd reason I find that highly unlikely. Perhaps you meant to say he looks like an ugly snake? You've obviously never seen a picture of the loon's Dad." Ron said with his nose wrinkling in disgust.
Pavarti rolled her eyes at him before turning to back to gossiping with Lavender Brown. Colin looked back to Ginny looking at her with his pitifully pathetic attempts to make her feel sorry for him. Ginny, however, was disinclined to give him her perfect view. If this Dark Prince was as gorgeous as she had heard, then she wasn't about to give up her view. Colin only stopped when Ron, who was getting annoyed, threw him a dangerous look and growled at him to shut up. Colin, who barely went up to Ron's shoulder, stopped immediately.
Suddenly, one of the younger Ravenclaws gave a shriek of excitement. "Look! There's something over the Forbidden Forest!" Ginny looked up and gasped. Flying over the treetops was a huge carriage being pulled by several abraxons, or white flying horses. The Hogwarts students whispered excitedly amongst themselves until the huge carriage landed in front of them. Dumbledore, who was absolutely beaming, stepped forward to greet the new arrivals.
The fancy carriage door opened to reveal a large Hagrid-sized woman, who was dressed in lavish silk and jewels. Ginny looked over to where Hagrid stood in front of his hut, waiting to tend to the horses, with wide eyes never leaving the large woman. He clearly, had never seen a woman like that before. About a dozen nervous looking students with light blue robes followed the massive woman out of the carriage.
Dumbledore strode forward, still beaming, "Bonjour, Madame Maxime! Welcome to Hogwarts!" he said bowing to her, his pointed hat just tickling the bottom of her chin.
"Dumbly-dore!" she greeted her with a heavy French accent. "May I introduce you to ze champions of Beauxbaton!" she said gesturing to the students who stood shivering behind her.
"Hello and Bonjour!" Dumbledore greeted them with delight, "I hope you enjoy your stay here at Hogwarts!" The students, who were shivering a little more than necessary, didn't reply.
"Honestly! It's not that cold! Those bloody French pansies!" muttered Ron behind Ginny, making her giggle.
"Please feel free to make your way inside the castle, unless you would wish to stay and greet the students from Durmstrag." Dumbledore said politely.
"I think we shall go inside ze castle, Dumbly-dore. Ze children do not appear to be properly dressed for ze weazer ( AN: weather not weezer)." She replied making her way to the castle, led by Filch, who she wrinkled her nose at with disgust.
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore," replied one of the students with a perfect English accent. She was the only one who wasn't shivering dramatically and had thick curly brown hair. Dumbledore smiled and winked at her. As the students made their way toward the waiting Hogwarts students, Ginny noticed her brother's eye linger on the curly-haired girl a little longer than necessary. Ginny also noticed Colin had not bothered taking any pictures of the Beauxbaton students.
Several minutes later, Ginny, who had been amusing her self by watching her breath turn to smoke in the cold, looked up when a student cried, "Look at the lake! It's bubbling!" The lake was indeed bubbling, then, all of a sudden, the bubbling turn into a whirlpool. Coming out of the whirlpool, was a large ship. Colin gripped his camera in excitement. The rest of the students, once again, began to whisper.
When the ship docked, a rather ugly looking man with a weak chin came down the walkway to dry land. His students followed him wearing thick crimson robes. Colin was bouncing on his toes trying to get a good look.
"Karkaroff! Students of Durmstrag! Welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore greeted them with the same delightful tone he used for the Beauxbaton students.
Karkaroff whispered something to a student, who had up his hood, standing behind him. The figure was too tall and the shoulders were much too wide to be a girl. "Dumbledore," Karkaroff replied sounding less than courteous.
"That must be him, the one with the hood," whispered Lavender to Pavarti.
"What is the dirty snake too much of a coward to show his face?" snarled Ron.
"Actually, he is probably hiding his face from idiots who want to snap pictures in it, like Colin here," said Dean Thomas, who was one of Ginny's ex-boyfriends. Colin blushed and lowered his camera in disappointment.
As the students of Durmstrag made their way into the castle, Ginny, like most of the Hogwarts students, kept her eyes on the hooded boy. The boy, who appeared to be gazing intently at the massive castle in front of him, suddenly turned to look at the students. Naturally his eyes were immediately led to where Ginny and her brother stood, because of their fiery red hair. The moon came out from behind the clouds to shine on the hooded face. For a mere several seconds, Ginny's large brown eyes locked with eyes of starling green. She felt a blush rising into her face as the boy looked away, his face returning to the shadow under his cloak. Ginny stood rooted at the spot. She had never blushed around a boy before, not even when she made a complete fool of herself. She had six brothers and was comfortable around men. Ginny was mortified with her girly behavior.
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Once all the students settled down into the Great Hall, the Durmstrag students sitting with the Slytherins and the Beauxbaton students sitting with the Hufflepuffs. Dumbledore made a long welcoming speech to the foreign students and announced that the entries for the tournament was to take place tomorrow and the champions would be announced that evening. Ginny felt severe disappointment when Dumbledore said that only students who are 17 and up could enter.
After Dumbledore's speech, Ginny gloomily piled food on her plate. A squeal and tap on the shoulder from her roommate and fellow Gryffindor 6th year, Vicky Frobisher, brought her out of her brooding. Vicky squealed and pointed to the Slytherin table, "Look! Next to Malfoy! He's taken off his cloak!"
Ginny looked sharply over at the Slytherin table and felt her face flush, once again, as she looked to the boy sitting next to Malfoy. He had wild raven black hair that fell around his angular face and had olive skin. 'He is quite angelic looking,' Ginny thought. His golden skin seemed to glow in the Hogwart's candlelight. 'Maybe it's because he is sitting next to Malfoy,' she mused. 'His paleness never ceases to disgust me.'
During the feast, Ginny found that her eyes seemed to constantly wander over to the handsome Durmstrag boy. To her horror, Ron followed her gazed once and scoffed. He proceeded to make fun of her throughout the rest of the meal. When she finished, Ginny made her way quickly out of the Great Hall trying to put as much distance between herself and her brother as possible.
However, when Ginny turned the corner to head up the staircase to the Gryffindor common room, she ran into someone. This someone, who was a great deal taller than her self, stumbled slightly, while Ginny was knocked to the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said a voice Ginny didn't know. She looked up, and to her utter humiliation, the sexy boy from Durmstrag stood over her holding out a hand to help her up. Ginny, blushing of course, took his hand shyly. The black haired boy simply smiled at her.
"I was admiring your school, it's quite lovely, and I, being the complete oaf I am, wasn't paying attention to where I was going." He said with a good-natured voice. Maybe it was because of his kind voice or the fact he made a joke about himself, but Ginny felt her nervousness evaporate.
"Oh that's okay. That happens to me all the time." Ginny smiled, "I was in a bit of hurry myself."
The boy laughed and was about to reply when a shout interrupted him.
"THERE you are Harry! I was looking for you, you stupid idiot! You can't just walk away in the middle of a conversation, its rude, you see-" Draco, who was walking out of the Great Hall, stopped dead and narrowed his eyes at the two.
"Yes, sorry Draco, but I couldn't resist, it's such a pretty room-er-hall," said Harry not looking the least bit sorry.
Draco ignored him and demanded, "Why are where you talking to her?"
"I just ran into her, literally, and nearly killed her. I thought I should at least apologize-" Harry began, but was cut off when Draco marched forward and yanked him roughly away from Ginny and stepped in front of him.
"Well it's a shame you didn't succeed because the world would be a much better place if the blood traitor scum was killed. Next time, Weasley, I suggest you watch where you're going. I'm not sure Harry appreciates being touched by your filth." Draco said to Ginny nastily. Ginny swelled with anger, her hand shot to her wand.
Harry pulled himself out of Draco's grip, looking annoyed. "Honestly Draco! There is no need to be mean! I told you it was my fault, you silly person!" Harry scolded with a hand on his hip and the other waggling a finger in the pale boy's face. Ginny felt her fury subside and let out a fit of giggles.
Draco's face turned pink with anger as he seized his younger cousin, again, and proceeded to drag him out of the Hall. Harry waved a good-bye to the laughing redhead before he was practically thrown from the hall into a random room.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" Draco whispered dangerously, while pining Harry against the wall. Harry's smile was gone and replaced by a defiant glare. "It's annoying enough to baby-sit you during summer break and now here you are at MY school and interrupting MY life. But this time, you don't have your daddy here to spoil you rotten anymore. You're on enemy grounds now. The last thing you want to do is to befriend someone like Weasley. You remember the Weasley family? They are some of Dumbledore's most loyal followers. The first chance that stupid girl gets she will turn you over to the enemy. So, I suggest if you want to live, you do what I say. Your daddy said I had to watch over his precious son." Draco spit out the last part.
Harry, shoving Draco away from him, walking out of the door with out a word.
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Harry lied in his bed, in his private room on the Durmstrag ship, with his mind racing. He was furious with his father for telling Draco to watch over him like he was some stupid little boy. He was seventeen years old and a fully-fledged wizard; he didn't need a baby-sitter. Harry sighed turning on his side pulling his blankets closely around himself. But then, Harry's mind thought miserably, maybe he did.
Harry was furious at himself for actually thinking the Weasley girl liked him. He had seen her staring at him throughout the feast and got his hopes up. He thought about their brief conversation. She had seemed very nice and friendly to him. But then, he thought, she was probably trying to befriend him to do what Draco had said, report things about him to the enemy.
Harry sighed miserably. He despised himself by letting Draco's words effect him so much. He really hated being the son of the Dark Lord. He had no ambition to be the next evil dictator of the world. He didn't like how everyone he knew was only nice to him because of his father and not because the actually liked him. He had no real friends.
Harry furiously wiped away the tears in his eyes, but they wouldn't stop. He buried his face in his pillow allowing his body release his unhappiness and never feeling lonelier in his entire life.
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The next morning, Ginny waited impatiently to talk to Harry alone. She knew that he couldn't possibly be the Voldemort's son. He was much too nice and she overheard Ron and Neville say that You-Know-Who's son's name was Azrael. She smiled when she saw him walk in the Great Hall for breakfast with the rest of the Durmstrag students and enter his name in the goblet. Ginny sighed with annoyance as she watched him walk over to Malfoy and sit down for breakfast. After he finished, she watched helplessly as he made his way out of the Great Hall with his fellow Durmstrags and back to their ship, where the would have their lessons.
It wasn't until before dinner when Ginny saw him again. "Harry!" she called out running over to where he was, in front of the Great Hall doors, where they had met the day before. Harry turned to face her and she saw his eyes go wide. He glanced nervously into the Great Hall before greeting her. "Er, hello."
Ginny was more than surprised by his apparent apprehension. "Erm," she said shifting her feet. "I never really got to introduce myself yesterday. I'm Ginny." She smiled a little nervously.
Harry once again, felt his own self-loathing bite him in the ass, as he noticed how pretty she was. She was small and slender with very large doe- like brown eyes and full lips. Her nose was small and turned up with cute freckles spattered across it and over her cheeks. "Hi Ginny."
There was an awkward pause before Harry announced, "I should we should be getting to the feast. They are supposed to be announcing the champions."
"Oh, yeah, I suppose we should." She said, feeling inwardly furious at how this situation was going.
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Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table between Vicky and Neville, hating everything. She glanced over to where Harry was sitting and felt a flare of jealously as she saw him talking to Keira Lestrange, Ginny's archenemy. She barely noticed the Tournament judges had arrived, Lucius Malfoy who was head of the Magical International Corporation and Ludo Bagman, the head of Magical Games and Sports.
She only turned to pay attention when Dumbledore took out the Goblet of fire, which choose each champion. The fire turned red and a small piece of parchment came out, which Dumbledore caught. "From Beauxbaton Academy of Magic, the champion is, Hermione Granger!" he called out clapping his hands.
The curly-haired girl her brother thought was so interesting walked over to the room next to the hall, positively beaming. Ginny clapped for her politely along with the rest of the students.
Dumbledore then reached to grab the next piece of paper out of the goblet. "From Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the champion is, Neville Longbottom!" Dumbledore bellowed with his eyes twinkling happily. There was uproar of approval from the Gryffindor table. Neville's face was bright red as got up in shock, tripping over his robes; he headed into the room where Hermione Granger had gone. Ginny was standing and catcalling after him with the rest of the Gryffindors, until the fire in the goblet turned red again, calming them down.
"From Durmstrag Institute of Magic, the champion is, Azrael Riddle." Dumbledore bellowed, watching the boy intently as he got up from the Slytherin table. The Slytherins shrieked with glee and cheered as loud as the Gryffindors had for Neville.
Ginny, however, didn't clap at all. She was too shocked as Harry strode past and into the next room. 'Bloody Hell' was all she could think, 'Mum's gonna kill me.'
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AN: -evil cackle- Ginny now knows that her crush is the son of the evilest thing in the world! MWHAhAAAAA!!!! What will she do? Will she befriend him? Will she SPY as Harry suspects? Will Harry beat the hell out of Draco? I certainly hope so.
For those of you who wonder why I left Harry's eyes green, I promise it's for a good reason! (for him to look more sexy- I MEAN!! lol)
WHY THE HECK IS HERMIONE AT BEAUXBATON, YOU WONDER? You will find that out too!
I'm sorry if I left any spelling or grammatical errors. This story is doesn't have a beta so far...so poo!!
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By: Lady Kalypso
Summary: AU! Instead of killing Harry, Voldemort decides to raise him as his son. The Dark Lord appears unstoppable with Harry as his faithful warrior and heir, however, things do not go as planed when a 17 year old Harry (goes to Durmstrag) enters the Tri-Wizard Tournament and falls in love with a fiery young redhead. What will happen when Harry learns the truth about his past and the prophecy? Harry/Ginny
Warning: OotP SPOILERS! (If you haven't finished reading book 5 then I really don't understand why your reading FanFiction...)
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, cursing, and sexual situations (to put it nicely)
Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I do NOT own Harry Potter and all that other stuff.ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE! I do happen to own my original characters and plot line. Please refrain from using my plot unless I give you permission first!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/ OC maybe some others on the side.
A/N: Reviews are always very much appreciated! (*wink*HINT*cough*) Flames are mean! No flaming! Constructive criticism, however, is acceptable. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! It makes me SMILE and want to write more!
~blah~ means Parseltongue
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Angel of Death Chapter 3 * New Places, New Faces*
~October 30th, 1996~ ~Durmstrag Institute~
Harry felt utterly miserable. He hadn't been getting very much sleep lately because his dreams were haunted by the screaming red-haired woman. He did not know why he had been so effected by her in particular. Harry was even slightly ashamed of him self for letting it bother him so much. However, he could not help, in the back of his mind, believing that he had some connection with the woman. 'She said my name.'
On top of his insomnia, his father was constantly calling him to Death Eater meetings. Harry found this completely unnecessary because his father had told him that he could not participate as an active Death Eater until he was out of school. His father was very random about calling his Death Eaters, which resulted in Harry having to miss some of his classes. He would suffer the agonizing pain in the Dark Mark tattoo on his forearm until he managed to get himself the Karkaroff's office, his headmaster, and portkey away. Harry, personally, didn't think going through all that, only to get to the meeting and listen to his father lecture for hours, was very fun.
So here he was sitting the freezing Great Hall of Durmstrag, trying not to fall asleep on his breakfast. Just as he started to drift off when..
" AZRAEL! There you are! I have been looking for you!" cried Antonin Dolohov, Harry's Romanian classmate. "Karkaroff asked me to get you! He said ve leave in an hour to Hogvarts."
Harry lifted his head off the table and stared at him, looking tired. "What the hell are you talking about Dolohov?" he mumbled.
"Er- Vell, you know..Hogvarts? To go to the Triwizard Tournament? That's vhere it is this year..."
"OH!" Harry said suddenly sitting up wide-awake. "Oh! That? NOW? Oh BUGGER! I COMPLETELY FORGOT! Oh bloody hell, Dolohov! I haven't even packed yet!" said Harry looking slightly hysterical.
"Oh, you don't have to vorry about that. Karkaroff said he already packed everything for you."
Harry looked sharply at Dolohov. "HE packed my things? Erm, I know he favors me and all because of my Dad but, well, should I be... concerned?"
Dolohov laughed, "No, I don't think so. Karkaroff is much too lazy to do that himself. He probably had one of the house elves do it."
Harry nodded in agreement, looking relieved. Together the headed out toward the ship that they were told would take them to Hogwarts.
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~Hogwarts~
~Later that evening~
Ginny Weasley stood in front of the entrance of Hogwarts. Her and her fellow Hogwarts students stood outside waiting to welcome the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrag, who came to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Ginny stood in the back left standing next to Colin Creevey and in front of her older brother Ron and his best friend, Neville Longbottom. Her brother had insisted for her to stand on the end nearest to the Hogwarts front doors so that they could 'get a good look at the competition.'
Ginny sighed and rubbed her hands together trying to keep warm in the late October weather. She could hear her brother talking adamantly about Quidditch behind her. Now, Ginny loved Quidditch more than the average girl but sometimes she could not help but think that her brother really needed a girlfriend. 'And poor Neville!' Ginny thought. 'He couldn't play Quidditch if his life depended on it and here he is being forced to talk about it all the time.'
Suddenly, Ginny was tapped on the shoulder and looked over to see Colin Creevey, who face was way to close for comfort, looking pleadingly at her.
"Ginny? Could I please trade spots with you?"
Ginny shuffled away from him, back into her comfort zone, and looked down and was not exactly surprised to see him clutching his camera. "Why?"
"Because I want to take some pictures of the foreign students." He said biting his lower lip and attempting to her give puppy eyes, which made him look more constipated than cute, in Ginny's opinion.
"Why d'you want pictures of them?" interrupted Ron, clearly looking at Colin like he was mad.
"Well," Colin said lowering his voice to a breathy whisper, which caused Ginny to take another step away from him, "I heard that You-Know-Who's son goes to Durmstrag and he is coming here tonight to compete in the tournament! If I get a good picture of him and send it to the Daily Prophet, can you imagine the money I would get?" he squeaked in excitement.
Pavarti Patil, who had apparently been eavesdropping, cut in, "Ooo! I hear he is absolutely gorgeous! You-Know-Who's people all call him the Angel of Death because he is so beautiful he looks like he could be an angel and because he more powerful then any one of You-Know-Who's Death Eaters!"
"The son of You-Know-Who looking like an angel? For some odd reason I find that highly unlikely. Perhaps you meant to say he looks like an ugly snake? You've obviously never seen a picture of the loon's Dad." Ron said with his nose wrinkling in disgust.
Pavarti rolled her eyes at him before turning to back to gossiping with Lavender Brown. Colin looked back to Ginny looking at her with his pitifully pathetic attempts to make her feel sorry for him. Ginny, however, was disinclined to give him her perfect view. If this Dark Prince was as gorgeous as she had heard, then she wasn't about to give up her view. Colin only stopped when Ron, who was getting annoyed, threw him a dangerous look and growled at him to shut up. Colin, who barely went up to Ron's shoulder, stopped immediately.
Suddenly, one of the younger Ravenclaws gave a shriek of excitement. "Look! There's something over the Forbidden Forest!" Ginny looked up and gasped. Flying over the treetops was a huge carriage being pulled by several abraxons, or white flying horses. The Hogwarts students whispered excitedly amongst themselves until the huge carriage landed in front of them. Dumbledore, who was absolutely beaming, stepped forward to greet the new arrivals.
The fancy carriage door opened to reveal a large Hagrid-sized woman, who was dressed in lavish silk and jewels. Ginny looked over to where Hagrid stood in front of his hut, waiting to tend to the horses, with wide eyes never leaving the large woman. He clearly, had never seen a woman like that before. About a dozen nervous looking students with light blue robes followed the massive woman out of the carriage.
Dumbledore strode forward, still beaming, "Bonjour, Madame Maxime! Welcome to Hogwarts!" he said bowing to her, his pointed hat just tickling the bottom of her chin.
"Dumbly-dore!" she greeted her with a heavy French accent. "May I introduce you to ze champions of Beauxbaton!" she said gesturing to the students who stood shivering behind her.
"Hello and Bonjour!" Dumbledore greeted them with delight, "I hope you enjoy your stay here at Hogwarts!" The students, who were shivering a little more than necessary, didn't reply.
"Honestly! It's not that cold! Those bloody French pansies!" muttered Ron behind Ginny, making her giggle.
"Please feel free to make your way inside the castle, unless you would wish to stay and greet the students from Durmstrag." Dumbledore said politely.
"I think we shall go inside ze castle, Dumbly-dore. Ze children do not appear to be properly dressed for ze weazer ( AN: weather not weezer)." She replied making her way to the castle, led by Filch, who she wrinkled her nose at with disgust.
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore," replied one of the students with a perfect English accent. She was the only one who wasn't shivering dramatically and had thick curly brown hair. Dumbledore smiled and winked at her. As the students made their way toward the waiting Hogwarts students, Ginny noticed her brother's eye linger on the curly-haired girl a little longer than necessary. Ginny also noticed Colin had not bothered taking any pictures of the Beauxbaton students.
Several minutes later, Ginny, who had been amusing her self by watching her breath turn to smoke in the cold, looked up when a student cried, "Look at the lake! It's bubbling!" The lake was indeed bubbling, then, all of a sudden, the bubbling turn into a whirlpool. Coming out of the whirlpool, was a large ship. Colin gripped his camera in excitement. The rest of the students, once again, began to whisper.
When the ship docked, a rather ugly looking man with a weak chin came down the walkway to dry land. His students followed him wearing thick crimson robes. Colin was bouncing on his toes trying to get a good look.
"Karkaroff! Students of Durmstrag! Welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore greeted them with the same delightful tone he used for the Beauxbaton students.
Karkaroff whispered something to a student, who had up his hood, standing behind him. The figure was too tall and the shoulders were much too wide to be a girl. "Dumbledore," Karkaroff replied sounding less than courteous.
"That must be him, the one with the hood," whispered Lavender to Pavarti.
"What is the dirty snake too much of a coward to show his face?" snarled Ron.
"Actually, he is probably hiding his face from idiots who want to snap pictures in it, like Colin here," said Dean Thomas, who was one of Ginny's ex-boyfriends. Colin blushed and lowered his camera in disappointment.
As the students of Durmstrag made their way into the castle, Ginny, like most of the Hogwarts students, kept her eyes on the hooded boy. The boy, who appeared to be gazing intently at the massive castle in front of him, suddenly turned to look at the students. Naturally his eyes were immediately led to where Ginny and her brother stood, because of their fiery red hair. The moon came out from behind the clouds to shine on the hooded face. For a mere several seconds, Ginny's large brown eyes locked with eyes of starling green. She felt a blush rising into her face as the boy looked away, his face returning to the shadow under his cloak. Ginny stood rooted at the spot. She had never blushed around a boy before, not even when she made a complete fool of herself. She had six brothers and was comfortable around men. Ginny was mortified with her girly behavior.
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Once all the students settled down into the Great Hall, the Durmstrag students sitting with the Slytherins and the Beauxbaton students sitting with the Hufflepuffs. Dumbledore made a long welcoming speech to the foreign students and announced that the entries for the tournament was to take place tomorrow and the champions would be announced that evening. Ginny felt severe disappointment when Dumbledore said that only students who are 17 and up could enter.
After Dumbledore's speech, Ginny gloomily piled food on her plate. A squeal and tap on the shoulder from her roommate and fellow Gryffindor 6th year, Vicky Frobisher, brought her out of her brooding. Vicky squealed and pointed to the Slytherin table, "Look! Next to Malfoy! He's taken off his cloak!"
Ginny looked sharply over at the Slytherin table and felt her face flush, once again, as she looked to the boy sitting next to Malfoy. He had wild raven black hair that fell around his angular face and had olive skin. 'He is quite angelic looking,' Ginny thought. His golden skin seemed to glow in the Hogwart's candlelight. 'Maybe it's because he is sitting next to Malfoy,' she mused. 'His paleness never ceases to disgust me.'
During the feast, Ginny found that her eyes seemed to constantly wander over to the handsome Durmstrag boy. To her horror, Ron followed her gazed once and scoffed. He proceeded to make fun of her throughout the rest of the meal. When she finished, Ginny made her way quickly out of the Great Hall trying to put as much distance between herself and her brother as possible.
However, when Ginny turned the corner to head up the staircase to the Gryffindor common room, she ran into someone. This someone, who was a great deal taller than her self, stumbled slightly, while Ginny was knocked to the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said a voice Ginny didn't know. She looked up, and to her utter humiliation, the sexy boy from Durmstrag stood over her holding out a hand to help her up. Ginny, blushing of course, took his hand shyly. The black haired boy simply smiled at her.
"I was admiring your school, it's quite lovely, and I, being the complete oaf I am, wasn't paying attention to where I was going." He said with a good-natured voice. Maybe it was because of his kind voice or the fact he made a joke about himself, but Ginny felt her nervousness evaporate.
"Oh that's okay. That happens to me all the time." Ginny smiled, "I was in a bit of hurry myself."
The boy laughed and was about to reply when a shout interrupted him.
"THERE you are Harry! I was looking for you, you stupid idiot! You can't just walk away in the middle of a conversation, its rude, you see-" Draco, who was walking out of the Great Hall, stopped dead and narrowed his eyes at the two.
"Yes, sorry Draco, but I couldn't resist, it's such a pretty room-er-hall," said Harry not looking the least bit sorry.
Draco ignored him and demanded, "Why are where you talking to her?"
"I just ran into her, literally, and nearly killed her. I thought I should at least apologize-" Harry began, but was cut off when Draco marched forward and yanked him roughly away from Ginny and stepped in front of him.
"Well it's a shame you didn't succeed because the world would be a much better place if the blood traitor scum was killed. Next time, Weasley, I suggest you watch where you're going. I'm not sure Harry appreciates being touched by your filth." Draco said to Ginny nastily. Ginny swelled with anger, her hand shot to her wand.
Harry pulled himself out of Draco's grip, looking annoyed. "Honestly Draco! There is no need to be mean! I told you it was my fault, you silly person!" Harry scolded with a hand on his hip and the other waggling a finger in the pale boy's face. Ginny felt her fury subside and let out a fit of giggles.
Draco's face turned pink with anger as he seized his younger cousin, again, and proceeded to drag him out of the Hall. Harry waved a good-bye to the laughing redhead before he was practically thrown from the hall into a random room.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" Draco whispered dangerously, while pining Harry against the wall. Harry's smile was gone and replaced by a defiant glare. "It's annoying enough to baby-sit you during summer break and now here you are at MY school and interrupting MY life. But this time, you don't have your daddy here to spoil you rotten anymore. You're on enemy grounds now. The last thing you want to do is to befriend someone like Weasley. You remember the Weasley family? They are some of Dumbledore's most loyal followers. The first chance that stupid girl gets she will turn you over to the enemy. So, I suggest if you want to live, you do what I say. Your daddy said I had to watch over his precious son." Draco spit out the last part.
Harry, shoving Draco away from him, walking out of the door with out a word.
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Harry lied in his bed, in his private room on the Durmstrag ship, with his mind racing. He was furious with his father for telling Draco to watch over him like he was some stupid little boy. He was seventeen years old and a fully-fledged wizard; he didn't need a baby-sitter. Harry sighed turning on his side pulling his blankets closely around himself. But then, Harry's mind thought miserably, maybe he did.
Harry was furious at himself for actually thinking the Weasley girl liked him. He had seen her staring at him throughout the feast and got his hopes up. He thought about their brief conversation. She had seemed very nice and friendly to him. But then, he thought, she was probably trying to befriend him to do what Draco had said, report things about him to the enemy.
Harry sighed miserably. He despised himself by letting Draco's words effect him so much. He really hated being the son of the Dark Lord. He had no ambition to be the next evil dictator of the world. He didn't like how everyone he knew was only nice to him because of his father and not because the actually liked him. He had no real friends.
Harry furiously wiped away the tears in his eyes, but they wouldn't stop. He buried his face in his pillow allowing his body release his unhappiness and never feeling lonelier in his entire life.
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The next morning, Ginny waited impatiently to talk to Harry alone. She knew that he couldn't possibly be the Voldemort's son. He was much too nice and she overheard Ron and Neville say that You-Know-Who's son's name was Azrael. She smiled when she saw him walk in the Great Hall for breakfast with the rest of the Durmstrag students and enter his name in the goblet. Ginny sighed with annoyance as she watched him walk over to Malfoy and sit down for breakfast. After he finished, she watched helplessly as he made his way out of the Great Hall with his fellow Durmstrags and back to their ship, where the would have their lessons.
It wasn't until before dinner when Ginny saw him again. "Harry!" she called out running over to where he was, in front of the Great Hall doors, where they had met the day before. Harry turned to face her and she saw his eyes go wide. He glanced nervously into the Great Hall before greeting her. "Er, hello."
Ginny was more than surprised by his apparent apprehension. "Erm," she said shifting her feet. "I never really got to introduce myself yesterday. I'm Ginny." She smiled a little nervously.
Harry once again, felt his own self-loathing bite him in the ass, as he noticed how pretty she was. She was small and slender with very large doe- like brown eyes and full lips. Her nose was small and turned up with cute freckles spattered across it and over her cheeks. "Hi Ginny."
There was an awkward pause before Harry announced, "I should we should be getting to the feast. They are supposed to be announcing the champions."
"Oh, yeah, I suppose we should." She said, feeling inwardly furious at how this situation was going.
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Ginny sat at the Gryffindor table between Vicky and Neville, hating everything. She glanced over to where Harry was sitting and felt a flare of jealously as she saw him talking to Keira Lestrange, Ginny's archenemy. She barely noticed the Tournament judges had arrived, Lucius Malfoy who was head of the Magical International Corporation and Ludo Bagman, the head of Magical Games and Sports.
She only turned to pay attention when Dumbledore took out the Goblet of fire, which choose each champion. The fire turned red and a small piece of parchment came out, which Dumbledore caught. "From Beauxbaton Academy of Magic, the champion is, Hermione Granger!" he called out clapping his hands.
The curly-haired girl her brother thought was so interesting walked over to the room next to the hall, positively beaming. Ginny clapped for her politely along with the rest of the students.
Dumbledore then reached to grab the next piece of paper out of the goblet. "From Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the champion is, Neville Longbottom!" Dumbledore bellowed with his eyes twinkling happily. There was uproar of approval from the Gryffindor table. Neville's face was bright red as got up in shock, tripping over his robes; he headed into the room where Hermione Granger had gone. Ginny was standing and catcalling after him with the rest of the Gryffindors, until the fire in the goblet turned red again, calming them down.
"From Durmstrag Institute of Magic, the champion is, Azrael Riddle." Dumbledore bellowed, watching the boy intently as he got up from the Slytherin table. The Slytherins shrieked with glee and cheered as loud as the Gryffindors had for Neville.
Ginny, however, didn't clap at all. She was too shocked as Harry strode past and into the next room. 'Bloody Hell' was all she could think, 'Mum's gonna kill me.'
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AN: -evil cackle- Ginny now knows that her crush is the son of the evilest thing in the world! MWHAhAAAAA!!!! What will she do? Will she befriend him? Will she SPY as Harry suspects? Will Harry beat the hell out of Draco? I certainly hope so.
For those of you who wonder why I left Harry's eyes green, I promise it's for a good reason! (for him to look more sexy- I MEAN!! lol)
WHY THE HECK IS HERMIONE AT BEAUXBATON, YOU WONDER? You will find that out too!
I'm sorry if I left any spelling or grammatical errors. This story is doesn't have a beta so far...so poo!!
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