Further Mistakes at the Ministry of Magic
The Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of old Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
Malfoy gave a snigger. "Guess you're dad's not as important for them to not get his name right Weasley.." Now everyone in the entrance hall was listening. The newspaper went on to say of Mr. Weasley coming to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody.
"There's even a picture Weasley," Malfoy sniggered as he held it up, "It's of your parents outside your house-if you can even call it one! It wouldn't hurt if your mother lost a little weight could it?" Ron was now furious as everyone looked at the scene before them. Harry was doing all he could to keep him back.
"You know your mother Malfoy?" asked Harry, "Did she always have the look like there's dung under her nose or was it just because you were there?" If Malfoy's face could grow red it would right then and there.
"Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter."
"Then keep your mouth shut," snapped Harry turning around. BANG! Harry felt something hot sear his cheek. He turned back wand raised but there was a roar behind him taking away his attention.
"Stay right there laddie!" said Moody behind Harry. Lara pulled Harry back as Moody clunked his way to a white ferret which was exactly where Malfoy was standing. No one moved as they watched the ferret now stunned into silence. "You okay?" asked Moody looking to Harry.
"Yeah," said Harry.
"Stay there!" shouted Moody.
"Huh?" asked Harry confused.
"Not you! Him!" shouted Moody pointing at Crabbe who was in the process of picking up the white ferret.
As Moody again made his way to the ferret it squeaked in fear and raced to the dungeons. "I don't think so," said Moody pointing his wand at the ferret so that it was now hanging in midair. "It's not polite to attack a guy when his back is turned," said Moody, "Low thing to do." "Don't-Do-That-Again," said Moody bouncing Malfoy as he said every word.
"Professor Moody!" shouted a shocked voice. The crowd parted like the see to show a surprised Professor McGonagall. "Is that a student!"
"Hello Professor," said Moody in a calm voice.
"We do not use Transfiguration to punish a student," she cried, "We give them detention or talk to their head of house." She immediately retransfigured the ferret into Malfoy. Moody was now talking to Malfoy his mouth contorted with malice.
"Don't speak to me," said Ron.
"How come?" asked Harry surprised.
"I wanna remember that for the rest of my life," said Ron a smile slowly coming, "Malfoy the Bouncing Ferret." Everyone near him gave a laugh. Hermione was now rushing off.
"Where's she off to in a hurry?" asked Lara.
"She's been going to the library," said Ron. Just then Fred and George walked by. They were looking amazed muttering about how cool Moody was. Ron dived into his bag and fished his schedule out. "We haven't got him till Thursday!" whined Ron obviously disappointed. Lara was silent excitement in her eyes.
Chapter 5: Unforgivable Curses
"Been in the-" said Hermione about to explain.
"The library we know," said Harry.
"C'mon Hermione, we saved a seat in the front for the Moody's class," said Ron eagerly. Lara was already in her seat as Moody walked in. The class took out their books but Moody stopped them.
"Put those away," said Moody, "You won't need them."
"Cool," muttered Ron excitedly.
"Now I received a letter from Professor Lupin saying you've covered Dark creatures correct?" The class gave a murmur of consent. "But you're way behind in curses. I only have a year to teach you how to deal with-"
"Aren't you staying?" blurted out Ron. Moody swivelled his magical eye at Ron and gave a grin that made his face even scarier.
"Weasley's son correct?" said Moody, "Definitely got me out of trouble. No, I won't be staying. This is just a favor to Dumbledore." He gave a laugh before turning into serious mode again.
"Now, back to curses. They vary in strength and danger. According to the Ministry's standards I'm only supposed to teach you about counter curses and stop it there but Dumbledore and I think it's better to get you prepared even sooner. You need to be prepare. You need to be alert. You need to put that away Miss Brown." Lavender grew red and put away the horoscope chart she was showing to Parvati.
"So, which of you know the curses most severely punished by wizarding law?" asked Moody. Several hands were raised. Ron's hand went up. Moody pointed at Ron.
"Er-the Imperius Curse?" said Ron. Moody gave a nod.
"Yes, that one caused a lot of trouble back than," said Moody before taking out three jars with spiders inside. He pointed his wand at one and muttered Imperio. Suddenly the spider started doing back flips and cartwheels on Moody's desk. Everyone but Moody laughed.
"Think it's funny huh?" asked Moody, "How'd you like it if I did it to you? The Imperius Curse gives total control to the wizard with the wand. The only way to ward it off is if you're someone with strong willpower. I wouldn't be a victim of that curse if I were you. Who knows another one?" To Neville's and everyone else's surprise, his hand was raised. Moody nodded at him.
"The Cruciatus Curse," said Neville in a small voice.
"You Longbottom?" asked Moody looking at his register.
"Yes," squeaked Neville. Moody said no more and pointed his wand at the second jar. He muttered a spell to enlarge the spider and said Crucio. The spider in its enlarged form was now twitching madly.
"Stop it!" cried Hermione. But she wasn't looking at Moody, she was gazing worriedly at Neville. Moody stopped and shrank the spider back to normal but it was still shaking.
"The very core of the Cruciatus Curse is pain," said Moody softly, "Anyone know any others?" Hermione again raised her hand.
"Yes?" said Moody looking at her.
"Avada Kedavra," whispered Hermione.
"Yes," said Moody a smile on his face, "The worst of them all. Avada Kedavra...the Killing Curse." He took the spider and placed it on his desk.
"Avada Kedavra!" shouted Moody. In an instant a bright green flash consumed the room and the spider was dead when the flash disappeared.
"No way to block that one," said Moody, "No one's survived it except for the person who's standing right in front of me." Harry could feel his face redden. "You could all point your wands at me right now but I wouldn't get as much as a nose bleed." Lara stood up abruptly a serious expression on her face as she pointed her wand in his direction.
"Lara, what are you doing?" asked Hermione shrilly.
"Avada Kedavra!" shouted the girl. The same bright green light filled the room but Moody was still alive when it was gone. But, the second spider used for the Cruciatus Curse was dead. The room was silent as they stared at Lara's still unmoving expression and Moody's calm face before looking at the spider Lara had aimed at.
"Stone right?" asked Moody, "You John's and Mary's daughter?" Lara immediately dropped her wand and gave a big smile.
"So you remember," said Lara, "Unfortunately, your prized pupils are dead."
"That's a deep regret," said Moody genuine sorrow in his voice, "Heard they were the best Aurors in the country after me. But you're not bad yourself."
"That's an honor considering it came from you," said Lara with a smile before sitting back down and looking directly ahead of her. For the rest of class they wrote notes on the Unforgivable Curses as Moody dictated them. When the bell rang everyone burst out whispering madly. They grew silent as Lara walked by but Lara stopped to stare at them.
"Anything wrong?" she asked in a truly innocent voice, "I knew you were all staring at me during class. Will someone please hand me an explanation?"
"You killed that spider just like Moody did so you must have done it before," said a Ravenclaw. Lara gave a smile.
"To tell you the truth I have never done an Unforgivable Curse until today," said Lara.
"But you get sentenced to Azkaban if you do it," objected the Ravenclaw again.
"Professor Moody said you're sentenced to it if you do it on another person," said Lara, "I used it on the spider. Not that I'll do it again."
"You better not," said the Ravenclaw, "Doing that curse could only mean you're one of the Death-" Lara cut the girl off.
"Did you say a Death Eater?" asked Lara, "Anyone can quote me right now when I say that if I ever come across a Death Eater I would be the one to hand him or her to Azkaban. My parents were one of the best Aurors in the world and if you think that I would ever lower myself as to actually kill a human being then you're wrong." Her voice was now cold and steely with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Stone's right," said a gruff voice behind Lara, "Her family would never kill another human being, surprised none of you tried it on me. It's character like that which makes a good Auror."
"Thank you professor," said Lara. No one else talked about the curse but they still steered clear of Lara. She walked to where Ron, Hermione, and Harry were surrounding Neville.
"What's going on?" asked Lara. Ron shrugged.
"Are you all right Neville?" asked Hermione worriedly.
"What? Oh I'm fine," said Neville.
"Hey Longbottom," said Moody who had just appeared, "Why not you and I go to my office and have a cup of tea." Neville looked for help from Hermione and then Ron, Harry, and Lara but they were helpless. Hermione then rushed off to the library. Ron and Harry looked at Lara when they were at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"What?" asked Lara.
"Lara, where'd you learn that curse?" asked Ron.
"I never learned it," said Lara.
"But that curse you did was exactly like Moody's so you had to have learned it from somewhere," objected Harry.
"I really didn't," said Lara, "I only did it today for the first time. I've heard of the curse but I wasn't sure about the incantation so I thought I'd try it then. I really didn't think it'd work but I pointed it at the spider just in case."
"Oh," said Ron as if that was finishing the matter.
"Let's get to work on our Divination stuff," suggested Harry. For awhile Ron and Harry worked on it diligently while Lara was staring at them.
"Don't you have a lot of work to do too?" asked Ron after awhile.
"I've done everything except for the Divination assignment," said Lara.
"When'd you have time to do it all?" asked Harry.
"I worked in between classes," replied Lara.
"Well, could you help with this?" asked Ron, "I don't see how the planets are going to help with daily life." Lara grinned.
"Exactly," said Lara.
"Huh?" asked Harry.
"Planets really don't have anything to do with daily life," said Lara shrugging, "You can't possibly think that the formation of the planets means that everyone's going to die on Tuesday. They only work for the masses, not the individual. No matter how hard you try it's all a joke. It's not a wonder Hermione thinks it's a joke."
"So what do we do now?" asked Harry.
"Harry, I think she's telling us to make it all up since it makes no difference," said Ron.
"Bingo," said Lara with a grin before bending down to do her Divination work.
"A little piece of advice," said Harry to Lara, "You get double points if you put in a lot of misery."
"Thanks," said Lara with a grin. So the three bent down and worked dutifully on their work until Hermione walked in.
"Well I'm finally done," said Hermione with a grin.
"So are we," said Harry putting down his quill. Lara was reading a book as Hermione checked over Ron's and Harry's charts.
"Not going to have a good month are you," observed Hermione.
"So what are you finished with?" asked Lara changing the subject.
"Look at this," said Hermione proudly as she revealed a box filled with fifty badges and the word spew in each one.
"Spew?" asked Harry confused.
"S-P-E-W!" corrected Hermione, "It stands for Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."
"How many members?" asked Ron.
"Well, if you three join, four," said Hermione.
"Count me out," said Lara, "It'd be just too cruel to the poor things." The appearance of a snow white owl prevented Hermione from objecting.
"It's about time Hedwig," said Harry rushing to the owl. He rudely took the letter from the owl's leg. Lara took the owl in her arms and caressed it gently before feeding it some meat.
"What does it say?" asked Ron peering over Harry's shoulder.
Harry-
I'm flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. Tell Dumbledore the next time your scar's been hurting. I'll speak to you soon. Give my regards to your cousin Lara and Ron and Hermione. Watch out Harry.
Sirius
Harry looked up from the letter.
"He's coming back?" muttered Hermione.
"What's he talking about Dumbledore?" asked Ron before looking at Harry, "What's up Harry?"
"I shouldn't have told him," said Harry, "They might kill him the next time the next time he comes. If he gets caught it'll be my fault!"
"I'm going to bed," said Lara calmly, "I'll see you all tomorrow." Lara went upstairs and lay awake in her bed. If Sirius came back there was no telling what would happen.
Chapter 6: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang
Lara woke up early next morning and saw Harry on his way to the Owlery. "Wait up Harry!" cried Lara. Harry turned and saw Lara running to him.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"Are you going to send a letter to Sirius?" she asked.
"Yeah," said Harry, "It's so that he won't go."
"Wait here for a sec," said Lara before running back up to the dorms and into her trunk. She took out a small bag and put in it her invisibility cloak, food, and some other things before running back to Harry with a hastily scribbled note in one hand and the bag in the other. Harry raised an eyebrow before the two made their way to the Owlery.
"What do you have in there anyway?" asked Harry as he was tying his note to Hedwig.
"Can you wait for Talon?" asked Lara, "I'm sending some stuff with him too." Harry read over Lara's note while Lara was carefully tying the bag onto Talon.
Dear Sirius,
This is your current goddaughter Lara. I heard you were going to go back North so I have some things you might need. Even if you're an Animagus I expect you could need it. I put in some food, my Invisibility Cloak, a Sneakoscope that vibrates to detect any nearby wizard, some clothes, and my father's wand. Hope it's enough.
P.S. I am only lending the cloak and wand. You understand. I'll get you a new wand as soon as I can.
Lara
"Sirius is your godfather too?" asked Harry in surprise. Lara nodded.
"Yup, Mom always looked up to Sirius so she begged him if I could be his goddaughter too," said Lara before sending Talon off with Hedwig.
"But why would you send all that stuff with him?" asked Harry.
"I know that you wrote him a not telling him to not come but Sirius is stubborn and protective," said Lara, "He wants to help. So it's just in case he goes up North I thought he could be as safe as possible."
"You shouldn't have sent that Harry," said Hermione at the breakfast table, "You lied. You never pretended your scar was hurting."
"So what?" asked Harry, "As long as he's safe."
"You should have done what Lara did and helped him out," suggested Ron.
"Let's hurry to class," said Lara. The week went on with no accident but the class was surprised that Moody was going to be putting the Imperius Curse on everyone.
"But Professor," objected Hermione, "You said it was illegal to use any of the curses on a human being."
"Dumbledore wants you to know what the curse feels like," said Moody, "If you want it done to you in a more dangerous station you're free to go." Hermione grew pink and shook her head. Harry and Lara watched each student go forward. Neville was the funniest doing an impressive combination of gymnastics moves. It was soon Harry's turn to go up. Lara watched curiously as Moody pointed his wand at Harry. At first nothing happened but then Harry cringed with pain before jumping onto the table.
"There you see!" said Moody, "Potter fought it off and he nearly did too. I told you it takes a lot of willpower." Moody made him keep enduring the curse until he could throw it off entirely. Lara went up and looked unsure.
"Professor," said Lara, "I really don't think the curse'll work on me."
"Let's just see," said Moody pointing his wand at Lara. Nothing happened after many minutes of waiting. Moody gave a grin. "So, it seems my curse was nothing," said Moody, "Would you mind giving an explanation." Lara nodded.
"Well, I took Occlumency lessons when I was very young so mind spells don't work on me," said Lara. Moody nodded.
"I thought so," said Moody, "An even better way to protect yourself from the Imperius Curse is closing your mind off entirely like Stone did. Now, class dismissed."
"That was great Lara!" exclaimed Ron in amazement, "Wish I could learn Occlumency."
"It takes a lot of work," said Lara as the four stopped before a notice board where a large crowd of students were gathering.
"I can't see," said Hermione.
"Hang on," said Ron before going to the front and coming back eagerness etched on his face. "Those foreign students are coming next week and we get to skip Potions!"
"Only a week away!" said Ernie, a Hufflepuff, "Wonder if Cedric knows. Think I'll go tell him."
"Cedric?" asked Lara.
"Diggory must be entering the tournament," said Harry.
"Him one of the Hogwarts champions?" asked Ron disbelievingly.
"Who cares," said Lara, "I'm more interested in the students from Beauxbatons."
"Why is that?" asked Harry.
"One of the students there used to be a friend of mine and I'm wondering if he's dead," said Lara.
"And you want a friend of yours dead why?" asked Ron.
"He started ignoring me my last two months in France just because of other girls," said Lara spitefully, "Turned into such an air head playboy. Quite a disappointment. I ended up so mad I told him off before I left for the U.S."
"Hey Lara," said Hermione, "Have you reconsidered about joining S.P.E.W.?"
"Nope," said Lara. The next week passed with much excitement for the upcoming delegates and a new cleaning over for Hogwarts. The only exciting thing was Sirius's return letter Talon had delivered.
Nice try Harry,
I'm back in the country safely hidden. Thank Lara for the stuff. Keep me informed on all the things happening in Hogwarts and keep changing owls.
Sirius
"Harry," said Lara, "Sirius won't get caught. Trust me."
"Thanks," said Harry. The day the delegations arrived from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang was a pleasant one with the night air cool and pleasant. The teachers were very edgy probably wanting to make a good impression.
"Weasley, straighten your hat," snapped Professor McGonagall, "Get that ridiculous thing out of your hair Miss Patil." Parvati frowned before taking out the butterfly she had on the plait of her hair. Lara rolled her eyes. Her own hair was let down the wave of silky black hair adding to the mysterious aura around her.
"How do you think they're going to get here?" asked Ron aloud. Lara tuned them out just acknowledging the pain in her stomach. She held it tightly trying to look unperturbed. Just as she was about to faint the pain ended.
"Look over there!" cried out a Ravenclaw next to Harry.
"It's a dragon!" cried one of the first year girls.
"No way, it's a flying house," said Dennis Creevey. Dennis was the right one as the large house landed in front of the students. Lara, Harry, Hermione, and Ron moved back as the students walked out. A large woman almost as big as Hagrid was the first to step out.
"My dear Madame Maxime," greeted Dumbledore, "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Ah, Dumbly-dorr," greeted Madame Maxime, "I'm sure I find you well?"
"In top condition," said Dumbledore.
"My students," said Madame Maxime behind her shoulder. Lara gazed at the students behind the large woman huddled close together. There seemed to be eighteen or twenty of them.
"Has Karkaroff arrived yet?" asked Madame Maxime. Dumbledore shook his head.
"Not yet," he said, "Would you prefer to wait here or go inside?"
"Go inside I think," said the woman, "But 'ze 'orses."
"Hagrid will take care of them," said Dumbledore.
"Are you sure 'zis 'agrid can handle them?" asked Madame Maxime.
"You can put your trust in Hagrid," comforted Dumbledore.
"Please tell 'im that they like whisky," said Madame Maxime before going inside with the students in tow.
"Well this school is certainly impressive," said a boy in the middle in sarcastic French. The girls around the blonde giggled.
"I'd appreciate if you not insult our school," said Lara in French behind him. Her cold voice told Ron, Harry, and Hermione that she wasn't playing around. The boy took his hat off and turned looking annoyed before he raised his eyes in surprise. The Hogwarts girls around him shrieked looking at the cute blond, blue-eyed boy.
"What are you doing here Lara?" he asked in surprise, "I thought your parents home-schooled you."
"None of your business Eric Merlot," said Lara coldly. Eric seemed oblivious as he gave Lara a grin.
"I'll see you inside Lara," said the boy in perfect English before marching into the hall followed by his troupe of girls.
"How do you know that guy Lara?" asked Lavender and Parvati eagerly.
"I don't know him," said Lara coldly.
"Was he that playboy you were talking about Lara?" asked Ron.
"Yeah," said Lara. The attention was now focused on the Durmstrang students.
"Think they'll come in a house too?" asked Ron. His question was soon answered when one of the Hufflepuffs saw a large ship coming from the lake. The Durmstrang group walked out with a tall man in the lead.
"Ah Dumbledore," said the man heartily, "How are you?"
"Wonderful Karkaroff," replied Dumbledore.
"Ah Hogwarts," said Karkaroff, "It's good to be back." Just then Ron nudged Harry.
"Harry! It's Krum!"
Chapter 7: The Goblet of Fire
"It's Victor Krum!" said Ron excitedly, "I didn't know he was still in school. Several sixth year girls were squealing in delight looking for a pen and paper for an autograph as he passed by. The four walked to the Gryffindor table and looked at the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were wondering where they should sit. Lara didn't care and sat at the end of the Gryffindor table. Eric walked over to her and sat down next to her followed by two other boys. The rest of Beauxbatons sat at the Ravenclaw table. The Durmstrang students took seats at the Slytherin table.
"Why don't you sit with your girlfriends," suggested Lara rudely in French when Eric had introduced his two friends, John and Timothy (a.k.a Tim).
"That's not very nice," said Eric in English as he grinned at her.
"She doesn't seem to take a liking to you Eric," said John as he and Tom grinned teasingly.
"Why don't you listen to him," said Lara.
"What are you so hot under the collar about?" asked Eric.
"Don't think I forgot you leaving me the last two months in France for those so called girlfriends of yours," said Lara, "You chose them over a friend. Shows what kind of person you are."
"You're just angry because I knew more magic than you did when you were nine," teased Eric.
"Yeah right," said Lara, "You didn't know a Summoning Charm from a Switch Spell."
"You just keep thinking that," said Eric.
"Were you two always like this?" asked Hermione.
"If you're implying that Eric was always the dense idiot he still is than yes," said Lara coolly.
"And who might you be?" asked Eric to Hermione.
"I'm Lara's friend Hermione Granger," said Hermione. Ron cleared his throat.
"Meet Ron Weasley and my cousin, Harry Potter," said Lara. Tom and John looked curiously at Harry especially his scar along with Eric.
"You never told me you were related to the famous Harry Potter," said Eric.
"Hmph," said Lara.
"But there are only two extra people," muttered Harry as he looked at the top table. Lara looked to where Harry's eyes were pointed.
"Must be someone from the Ministry of Magic," guessed Lara. She turned to John. "Hey, John, how did he turn into a delegate? Last time I remember he was horrible in his spells." Eric grew red as Tim and John laughed.
"I remember that," said John, "But then he suddenly got better in third year."
"I remember before that as the time when I left and girls started flocking to him," commented Lara. Just then a girl walked to Ron and Harry.
"Excuse me," said the girl, "Are you wanting 'ze Bouillabaisse?" Ron turned to her and was shocked into silence. The girl was a veela!
"Hey Fleur," greeted Eric casually.
"What are you doing in 'zis table Eric?" asked Fleur, "You should be joining 'ze rest of us."
"I had an old friend on this table," said Eric. Fleur shrugged and walked back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Old friend?" asked Lara.
"C'mon Lara," urged Eric, "I'm really sorry so do you forgive me?"
"If I do will you stop bugging me?" asked Lara. Eric nodded and Lara gave a reluctant smile. After dinner Dumbledore again stood.
"Before I begin, may I introduce Ludo Bagman and Bartemius Crouch," said Dumbledore, "The people who made this year's tournament a reality." "Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly in the last few months and will be joining Madame Maxime, Professor Karkaroff, and myself as the panel for the champions. Now, it's time for me to reveal the judge which will choose who are six champions will be. Now, Mr. Filch, the casket please." Filch now came forward to Dumbledore carrying a chest encrusted with jewels. "The tasks have already been decided and given to Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch," began Dumbledore as Filch placed the box in front of the silver haired wizard, "There will be three tasks spaced throughout the school year testing the champions' courage, magical prowess, theory of deduction, and of course the ability to cope with danger." The last word left behind an absolute silence.
"Now, the six champions that will compete in the tournament," said Dumbledore, "Two being from each school to make one team, will be scored on how well they did in their performance. The champions with the highest scores will take with them the Hexwizard Cup and one thousand galleons each prize money. The champions will be chosen by the Goblet of Fire." Now Dumbledore tapped the chest and revealed a wooden cup with blue and white dancing flames inside. Dumbledore placed the goblet on top of the casket for all to see. "Anyone who wants to have a chance at being one of the school champions can put their name and school within the next twenty-four hours. The results will be announced on Halloween night. I will draw an age line for any underage wizards yielding to temptation. No one under the age of seventeen will not be able to cross the age line. Now I think it's time for bed. Good night everyone."
"An Age Line!" smirked Fred, "All we need is an aging potion and your name's in that goblet. It can't tell how old you are!"
"But I don't think anyone under seventeen will stand a chance," objected Hermione, "I just don't think we've learned enough."
"It's not a question of learning enough," said Lara quietly, "It's more of a challenge of whether you're willing to work hard enough that you could die. No matter how much safety Professor Dumbledore puts up. It's all up to the witch or wizard if you'd survive."
"Lara's right," said George, "It's all up to the wizard. You'll try won't you Harry?"
"I never said you should try and look death in the eye," said Lara. Now everyone had stopped paying attention at Lara.
"Where is he?" asked Ron aloud, "Dumbledore never told us where Durmstrang is sleeping did he?" But his question was answered straight afterward when Karkaroff was bustling everyone into the ship. He reached the door exactly when Harry, Hermione, Lara, and Ron were there. Harry moved aside and Karkaroff made a distracted thanks before he froze staring at Harry, more specifically his forehead. The Durmstrang students were also staring at Harry curiously.
"Is there a problem Headmaster?" asked Lara in Bulgarian. Karkaroff swerved his attention to Lara.
"Better get going Karkaroff," said Moody behind the four, "You're holding up the line." Karkaroff glared at Moody before again leaving with his students.
"I didn't know you spoke French and Bulgarian Lara," said Ron in surprise. Lara shrugged.
"I moved often so I had to learn the languages," said Lara simply. The next Saturday many students woke early unlike they usually would and sat down taking occasional glances at the Goblet of Fire placed in the center of the Great Hall.
"Anyone place their name in yet?" asked Ron to a third year girl eagerly.
"Everyone from Durmstrang," said the girl, "But I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts yet."
"They probably put it in during the night so no one could see them," suggested Harry. Just then Fred and George came with their best friend Lee Jordan in tow.
"Well, just did it," said George triumphantly, "We just drank the Aging Potion. Just a few drops though to make us into seventeen."
"We agreed to split the prize money if one of us make it," said Lee.
"It's really not going to work," said Lara, "Lee, I suggest you not go along with this unless you'd like to be part of Dumbledore's little joke." Just then Fred walked in and it seemed nothing happened so George came in right after them. Just then they were thrown out along with finely made beards as long as Dumbledore on their chins. The whole Hall erupted with laughter as Professor Dumbledore came up.
"I did warn you," said Dumbledore in an amused voice, "Miss Fawcett and Mr. Summers thought they'd do the same thing and are now being tended to by Madam Pomfrey. Though I must say that they didn't look anything quite a fine as yours. Up to the hospital wing you go."
"Wow Lara," said Lee impressed, "You really can predict the future." Lara looked to Professor Dumbledore.
"Professor," began Lara, "Why did you really put up the Age Line?"
"Why Lara," said Dumbledore, "Didn't I say it was for the safety of the students?" Lara grinned.
"I know that's not true," confided Lara when she had asked Harry, Ron, and Hermione to move on ahead, "You want to keep Harry from it don't you? It wouldn't have mattered who put their name is because the Goblet would still have to pick the best."
"You're quite perceptive Miss Stone," commented Professor Dumbledore. Lara then grew serious.
"Professor," said Lara, "It won't work. Someone already put Harry's name in the goblet last night. I know it. I've known all along that someone's after him. The only question is who. I've only looked far enough into the future to see that Harry will be a seventh champion. The only question is who will be the eight." Lara soon left Professor Dumbledore not wishing to see the expression on his face before she plastered on a smile at the others.
"What were you telling the professor?" asked Hermione.
"Just asking about my curriculums," said Lara with a shrug before giving a sideways glance at Harry.
"Well, I just did it," said a female voice behind them, "I put my name in the goblet."
"You're kidding," said Ron now very impressed.
"I didn't know you were seventeen," said Harry.
"Don't see a beard on her do you?" asked Ron. Angelina grinned and turned to Lara.
"So, Lara, I heard you were a seer," said Angelina, "So who are the Hogwarts champions?" Lara smiled.
"I'm not at liberty to dispense that information but I feel a happiness coming from your aura tonight," said Lara smiling. Angelina shrieked with joy.
"I'm counting on it," said the girl before moving off. Ron, Harry, and Hermione turned to Lara.
"You already know who the champions are?" asked Ron excitement in his voice.
"I'm not telling," said Lara, "So what do you guys want to do today?"
"Harry, you wanna play some wizard chess?" asked Ron. The two nodded and went off. Lara turned to Hermione.
"Hey, Hermione, let's go to the library," suggested Lara, "There's something I want to look up." Hermione nodded and went on the way to the library.
"I have to admit I'm happy that someone else other than me is into books," said Hermione.
"It's the spells I'm really infatuated with," said Lara, "Though I have to say books in general are really fun. My parents used to get so annoyed when I'd be reading some book about the history of runes rather than clearing up the yard." Hermione laughed.
"So what were you going to look up?" asked Hermione.
"It's a book on poisons and antidotes," said Lara, "I like doing Potions and I just want to do some extra studying. How about you?"
"More on elf rights," said Hermione while she kept browsing.
"Really, Hermione the elves want to be servants," insisted Lara before sitting down her nose in the books. Hermione followed soon afterwards. After two hours they raised their heads in annoyance as the loud whispers of girls snatched away their concentration.
"It's that seeker Krum or something," muttered Hermione.
"Let's go to the lake," suggested Lara packing up her things and checking out one of the books. The two spent the rest of the day at the lake and were met by Harry and Ron at the Great Hall. Eric, Tom, and John were with them.
"C'mon, you missed Halloween dinner but they're announcing the champions right now," said Eric eagerly.
"Why are you still here?" asked Lara before sitting down and staring attentively at Dumbledore who was in front of the Goblet of Fire. He gave a smile before a sheet of paper came from the goblet.
"The champions from Beauxbatons will be Eric Merlot and Fleur Delacour," said Dumbledore. Multiple cheers were heard from boys and girls as the pair went to the door behind the teacher's table. "From Durmstrang will be Victor Krum and Tatia Poliakoff," announced Dumbledore. Viktor looked surlier than usual but the girl had a nice grin as she walked with Viktor to where Eric and Fleur went. The last they saw of her was her sheet of black hair. "Our Hogwarts champions are Cedric Diggory and Angelina Johnson," said Dumbledore proudly, "Now that we have all our ch-" Dumbledore stopped as another sheet of paper appeared from the goblet. He took it and his face grew white. "Harry Potter and Lara Stone."
Chapter 8: Eight Champions
The Hall stood still as if in suspended animation. "Well, Harry and Lara, go on with the other champions," said Dumbledore. The two stood and walked to the door behind Dumbledore not looking into anyone's eyes.
"What eez it?" asked Fleur when Lara and Harry appeared, "Do zey want us back in ze hall?" Fleur had thought that Lara and Harry were messengers. Harry was silent as Lara stared at her coldly. Just then the teachers and the heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang walked in.
"This is an outrage Dumbledore!" roared Karkaroff when they were inside. Mr. Crouch was silent as Mr. Bagman looked positively giddy.
"I agree with Karkaroff," said Madame Maxime, "Going on about zis better international relations when you go behind our backs and add more champions from your school. I refuse to have my school compete in zis joke of a competition." Lara turned to Harry.
"Harry, do you really want to do this competition?" asked Lara in a voice that only she and Harry could hear. Harry shook his head. "Good, hopefully I can get us out of this," said Lara.
"Excuse me, will someone please tell us what is going on?" asked Cedric.
"May I introduce the fourth team?" said Bagman proudly.
"Vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman," said Viktor.
"Joke? My, I believe this is no joke," said Mr. Bagman, "The Goblet of Fire pulled out Harry's and Lara's name."
"What!" exclaimed Fleur, "How could zey let children into zis competition?!"
"Don't believe that's possible Stone," said Moody, "Once the Goblet of Fire pulls out your name you can't back out."
"What is ze meaning of zis Dumbly-dorr?" asked Madame Maxime positively mad.
"Weren't we under the impression that your age line would keep underage wizards Dumbledore?" asked Karkaroff wearing a steely smile and eyes that were almost as cold as Lara's.
"That's enough everyone," said Dumbledore before turning to Lara and Harry, "Did any of you put your names in the Goblet of Fire." Lara and Harry shook their heads.
"Zey are both lying!" claimed Madame Maxime.
"Why don't we ask Barty here," suggested Ludo Bagman, "He knows the rule book front and back." They all turned to Mr. Crouch.
"The rules of the tournament states that any name that comes from the goblet of fire must compete under the magical contract that we all signed," said Mr. Crouch, "They must all compete."
"Zis is not fair," said Fleur, "We ave all worked hard and those children get in without any concern."
"Miss Delacour, if anyone has any right to complain it's Lara and Harry," said Professor Dumbledore.
"Why should zey complain? They have the honor of zer schools and the chance to win 1000 Galleons!" exclaimed Fleur.
"May I speak Professor?" asked Lara.
"Go ahead Lara," said Professor Dumbledore kindly.
"I have no intention of going through with this competition," said Lara, "And I've also read about this competition. If one team member is unable to compete in the tournament the school is disqualified. I request that the headmaster of Hogwarts expel me." The whole room was silent.
"Lara, you can't," said Harry, "Where are you supposed to go? Your parents are already dead and you have no home to go to!"
"It's all right Harry," said Lara, "As long as you don't compete in this tournament. Dark things will befall the champions of this tournament. Throughout the year they walk the path between life and death. If I can keep you from it, expulsion will be no big deal." Everyone looked at Lara uncomfortably as she gazed back at them with solemn eyes and then back at Dumbledore who was now quiet.
"Lara, I do not accept your offer for expulsion," said Dumbledore firmly, "Now, it has been decided that you must compete. After Mr. Bagman has given you your instructions you will all go to bed."
"Professor," said Lara quietly so that only she and Dumbledore could hear, "If you don't expel me I won't be able to prevent the events that will happen in the future. I don't have to be a Seer to know that." At that, she went to Mr. Bagman who was already explaining.
"Now, the first task is to see your daring," began Mr. Bagman, "Courage to face the unknown is a very important part in a wizard. The first task will take place on November twenty-fourth in front of the rest of the students and the panel of judges. You are not to ask for any help from your teachers and you may only have your wand. You will receive information on the second task after the first. Due to the excessive time you will spend for the tasks, you are all exempt from end of year tests."
"Now, why don't you all go to bed," suggested Dumbledore. The Hogwarts students nodded and went off. Lara was stopped by Eric.
"Hey Lara!" called Eric.
"What?" she asked in a weary voice.
"Guess it'll be like old times huh," said the boy with a grin, "You know, competing against each other. I'll see you later." Lara went to join Harry and Angelina who were on their way to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Hey Angelina," said Lara in front of the Fat Lady.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you believe Harry and me when we said we didn't put our names into the goblet?" asked Lara. Angeline grinned.
"Of course," said the girl, "Besides, you were the one who told me I would get it. Don't know about Cedric though. Anyways, I'm glad three Gryffindors got to be champions!" When they reached the Common Room a large amount of cheers erupted.
"How'd you two do it?" asked Fred grinning at the quiet Harry and cold Lara.
"I'm going to bed," said Lara before going upstairs.
The Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of old Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
Malfoy gave a snigger. "Guess you're dad's not as important for them to not get his name right Weasley.." Now everyone in the entrance hall was listening. The newspaper went on to say of Mr. Weasley coming to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody.
"There's even a picture Weasley," Malfoy sniggered as he held it up, "It's of your parents outside your house-if you can even call it one! It wouldn't hurt if your mother lost a little weight could it?" Ron was now furious as everyone looked at the scene before them. Harry was doing all he could to keep him back.
"You know your mother Malfoy?" asked Harry, "Did she always have the look like there's dung under her nose or was it just because you were there?" If Malfoy's face could grow red it would right then and there.
"Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter."
"Then keep your mouth shut," snapped Harry turning around. BANG! Harry felt something hot sear his cheek. He turned back wand raised but there was a roar behind him taking away his attention.
"Stay right there laddie!" said Moody behind Harry. Lara pulled Harry back as Moody clunked his way to a white ferret which was exactly where Malfoy was standing. No one moved as they watched the ferret now stunned into silence. "You okay?" asked Moody looking to Harry.
"Yeah," said Harry.
"Stay there!" shouted Moody.
"Huh?" asked Harry confused.
"Not you! Him!" shouted Moody pointing at Crabbe who was in the process of picking up the white ferret.
As Moody again made his way to the ferret it squeaked in fear and raced to the dungeons. "I don't think so," said Moody pointing his wand at the ferret so that it was now hanging in midair. "It's not polite to attack a guy when his back is turned," said Moody, "Low thing to do." "Don't-Do-That-Again," said Moody bouncing Malfoy as he said every word.
"Professor Moody!" shouted a shocked voice. The crowd parted like the see to show a surprised Professor McGonagall. "Is that a student!"
"Hello Professor," said Moody in a calm voice.
"We do not use Transfiguration to punish a student," she cried, "We give them detention or talk to their head of house." She immediately retransfigured the ferret into Malfoy. Moody was now talking to Malfoy his mouth contorted with malice.
"Don't speak to me," said Ron.
"How come?" asked Harry surprised.
"I wanna remember that for the rest of my life," said Ron a smile slowly coming, "Malfoy the Bouncing Ferret." Everyone near him gave a laugh. Hermione was now rushing off.
"Where's she off to in a hurry?" asked Lara.
"She's been going to the library," said Ron. Just then Fred and George walked by. They were looking amazed muttering about how cool Moody was. Ron dived into his bag and fished his schedule out. "We haven't got him till Thursday!" whined Ron obviously disappointed. Lara was silent excitement in her eyes.
Chapter 5: Unforgivable Curses
"Been in the-" said Hermione about to explain.
"The library we know," said Harry.
"C'mon Hermione, we saved a seat in the front for the Moody's class," said Ron eagerly. Lara was already in her seat as Moody walked in. The class took out their books but Moody stopped them.
"Put those away," said Moody, "You won't need them."
"Cool," muttered Ron excitedly.
"Now I received a letter from Professor Lupin saying you've covered Dark creatures correct?" The class gave a murmur of consent. "But you're way behind in curses. I only have a year to teach you how to deal with-"
"Aren't you staying?" blurted out Ron. Moody swivelled his magical eye at Ron and gave a grin that made his face even scarier.
"Weasley's son correct?" said Moody, "Definitely got me out of trouble. No, I won't be staying. This is just a favor to Dumbledore." He gave a laugh before turning into serious mode again.
"Now, back to curses. They vary in strength and danger. According to the Ministry's standards I'm only supposed to teach you about counter curses and stop it there but Dumbledore and I think it's better to get you prepared even sooner. You need to be prepare. You need to be alert. You need to put that away Miss Brown." Lavender grew red and put away the horoscope chart she was showing to Parvati.
"So, which of you know the curses most severely punished by wizarding law?" asked Moody. Several hands were raised. Ron's hand went up. Moody pointed at Ron.
"Er-the Imperius Curse?" said Ron. Moody gave a nod.
"Yes, that one caused a lot of trouble back than," said Moody before taking out three jars with spiders inside. He pointed his wand at one and muttered Imperio. Suddenly the spider started doing back flips and cartwheels on Moody's desk. Everyone but Moody laughed.
"Think it's funny huh?" asked Moody, "How'd you like it if I did it to you? The Imperius Curse gives total control to the wizard with the wand. The only way to ward it off is if you're someone with strong willpower. I wouldn't be a victim of that curse if I were you. Who knows another one?" To Neville's and everyone else's surprise, his hand was raised. Moody nodded at him.
"The Cruciatus Curse," said Neville in a small voice.
"You Longbottom?" asked Moody looking at his register.
"Yes," squeaked Neville. Moody said no more and pointed his wand at the second jar. He muttered a spell to enlarge the spider and said Crucio. The spider in its enlarged form was now twitching madly.
"Stop it!" cried Hermione. But she wasn't looking at Moody, she was gazing worriedly at Neville. Moody stopped and shrank the spider back to normal but it was still shaking.
"The very core of the Cruciatus Curse is pain," said Moody softly, "Anyone know any others?" Hermione again raised her hand.
"Yes?" said Moody looking at her.
"Avada Kedavra," whispered Hermione.
"Yes," said Moody a smile on his face, "The worst of them all. Avada Kedavra...the Killing Curse." He took the spider and placed it on his desk.
"Avada Kedavra!" shouted Moody. In an instant a bright green flash consumed the room and the spider was dead when the flash disappeared.
"No way to block that one," said Moody, "No one's survived it except for the person who's standing right in front of me." Harry could feel his face redden. "You could all point your wands at me right now but I wouldn't get as much as a nose bleed." Lara stood up abruptly a serious expression on her face as she pointed her wand in his direction.
"Lara, what are you doing?" asked Hermione shrilly.
"Avada Kedavra!" shouted the girl. The same bright green light filled the room but Moody was still alive when it was gone. But, the second spider used for the Cruciatus Curse was dead. The room was silent as they stared at Lara's still unmoving expression and Moody's calm face before looking at the spider Lara had aimed at.
"Stone right?" asked Moody, "You John's and Mary's daughter?" Lara immediately dropped her wand and gave a big smile.
"So you remember," said Lara, "Unfortunately, your prized pupils are dead."
"That's a deep regret," said Moody genuine sorrow in his voice, "Heard they were the best Aurors in the country after me. But you're not bad yourself."
"That's an honor considering it came from you," said Lara with a smile before sitting back down and looking directly ahead of her. For the rest of class they wrote notes on the Unforgivable Curses as Moody dictated them. When the bell rang everyone burst out whispering madly. They grew silent as Lara walked by but Lara stopped to stare at them.
"Anything wrong?" she asked in a truly innocent voice, "I knew you were all staring at me during class. Will someone please hand me an explanation?"
"You killed that spider just like Moody did so you must have done it before," said a Ravenclaw. Lara gave a smile.
"To tell you the truth I have never done an Unforgivable Curse until today," said Lara.
"But you get sentenced to Azkaban if you do it," objected the Ravenclaw again.
"Professor Moody said you're sentenced to it if you do it on another person," said Lara, "I used it on the spider. Not that I'll do it again."
"You better not," said the Ravenclaw, "Doing that curse could only mean you're one of the Death-" Lara cut the girl off.
"Did you say a Death Eater?" asked Lara, "Anyone can quote me right now when I say that if I ever come across a Death Eater I would be the one to hand him or her to Azkaban. My parents were one of the best Aurors in the world and if you think that I would ever lower myself as to actually kill a human being then you're wrong." Her voice was now cold and steely with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Stone's right," said a gruff voice behind Lara, "Her family would never kill another human being, surprised none of you tried it on me. It's character like that which makes a good Auror."
"Thank you professor," said Lara. No one else talked about the curse but they still steered clear of Lara. She walked to where Ron, Hermione, and Harry were surrounding Neville.
"What's going on?" asked Lara. Ron shrugged.
"Are you all right Neville?" asked Hermione worriedly.
"What? Oh I'm fine," said Neville.
"Hey Longbottom," said Moody who had just appeared, "Why not you and I go to my office and have a cup of tea." Neville looked for help from Hermione and then Ron, Harry, and Lara but they were helpless. Hermione then rushed off to the library. Ron and Harry looked at Lara when they were at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"What?" asked Lara.
"Lara, where'd you learn that curse?" asked Ron.
"I never learned it," said Lara.
"But that curse you did was exactly like Moody's so you had to have learned it from somewhere," objected Harry.
"I really didn't," said Lara, "I only did it today for the first time. I've heard of the curse but I wasn't sure about the incantation so I thought I'd try it then. I really didn't think it'd work but I pointed it at the spider just in case."
"Oh," said Ron as if that was finishing the matter.
"Let's get to work on our Divination stuff," suggested Harry. For awhile Ron and Harry worked on it diligently while Lara was staring at them.
"Don't you have a lot of work to do too?" asked Ron after awhile.
"I've done everything except for the Divination assignment," said Lara.
"When'd you have time to do it all?" asked Harry.
"I worked in between classes," replied Lara.
"Well, could you help with this?" asked Ron, "I don't see how the planets are going to help with daily life." Lara grinned.
"Exactly," said Lara.
"Huh?" asked Harry.
"Planets really don't have anything to do with daily life," said Lara shrugging, "You can't possibly think that the formation of the planets means that everyone's going to die on Tuesday. They only work for the masses, not the individual. No matter how hard you try it's all a joke. It's not a wonder Hermione thinks it's a joke."
"So what do we do now?" asked Harry.
"Harry, I think she's telling us to make it all up since it makes no difference," said Ron.
"Bingo," said Lara with a grin before bending down to do her Divination work.
"A little piece of advice," said Harry to Lara, "You get double points if you put in a lot of misery."
"Thanks," said Lara with a grin. So the three bent down and worked dutifully on their work until Hermione walked in.
"Well I'm finally done," said Hermione with a grin.
"So are we," said Harry putting down his quill. Lara was reading a book as Hermione checked over Ron's and Harry's charts.
"Not going to have a good month are you," observed Hermione.
"So what are you finished with?" asked Lara changing the subject.
"Look at this," said Hermione proudly as she revealed a box filled with fifty badges and the word spew in each one.
"Spew?" asked Harry confused.
"S-P-E-W!" corrected Hermione, "It stands for Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."
"How many members?" asked Ron.
"Well, if you three join, four," said Hermione.
"Count me out," said Lara, "It'd be just too cruel to the poor things." The appearance of a snow white owl prevented Hermione from objecting.
"It's about time Hedwig," said Harry rushing to the owl. He rudely took the letter from the owl's leg. Lara took the owl in her arms and caressed it gently before feeding it some meat.
"What does it say?" asked Ron peering over Harry's shoulder.
Harry-
I'm flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. Tell Dumbledore the next time your scar's been hurting. I'll speak to you soon. Give my regards to your cousin Lara and Ron and Hermione. Watch out Harry.
Sirius
Harry looked up from the letter.
"He's coming back?" muttered Hermione.
"What's he talking about Dumbledore?" asked Ron before looking at Harry, "What's up Harry?"
"I shouldn't have told him," said Harry, "They might kill him the next time the next time he comes. If he gets caught it'll be my fault!"
"I'm going to bed," said Lara calmly, "I'll see you all tomorrow." Lara went upstairs and lay awake in her bed. If Sirius came back there was no telling what would happen.
Chapter 6: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang
Lara woke up early next morning and saw Harry on his way to the Owlery. "Wait up Harry!" cried Lara. Harry turned and saw Lara running to him.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"Are you going to send a letter to Sirius?" she asked.
"Yeah," said Harry, "It's so that he won't go."
"Wait here for a sec," said Lara before running back up to the dorms and into her trunk. She took out a small bag and put in it her invisibility cloak, food, and some other things before running back to Harry with a hastily scribbled note in one hand and the bag in the other. Harry raised an eyebrow before the two made their way to the Owlery.
"What do you have in there anyway?" asked Harry as he was tying his note to Hedwig.
"Can you wait for Talon?" asked Lara, "I'm sending some stuff with him too." Harry read over Lara's note while Lara was carefully tying the bag onto Talon.
Dear Sirius,
This is your current goddaughter Lara. I heard you were going to go back North so I have some things you might need. Even if you're an Animagus I expect you could need it. I put in some food, my Invisibility Cloak, a Sneakoscope that vibrates to detect any nearby wizard, some clothes, and my father's wand. Hope it's enough.
P.S. I am only lending the cloak and wand. You understand. I'll get you a new wand as soon as I can.
Lara
"Sirius is your godfather too?" asked Harry in surprise. Lara nodded.
"Yup, Mom always looked up to Sirius so she begged him if I could be his goddaughter too," said Lara before sending Talon off with Hedwig.
"But why would you send all that stuff with him?" asked Harry.
"I know that you wrote him a not telling him to not come but Sirius is stubborn and protective," said Lara, "He wants to help. So it's just in case he goes up North I thought he could be as safe as possible."
"You shouldn't have sent that Harry," said Hermione at the breakfast table, "You lied. You never pretended your scar was hurting."
"So what?" asked Harry, "As long as he's safe."
"You should have done what Lara did and helped him out," suggested Ron.
"Let's hurry to class," said Lara. The week went on with no accident but the class was surprised that Moody was going to be putting the Imperius Curse on everyone.
"But Professor," objected Hermione, "You said it was illegal to use any of the curses on a human being."
"Dumbledore wants you to know what the curse feels like," said Moody, "If you want it done to you in a more dangerous station you're free to go." Hermione grew pink and shook her head. Harry and Lara watched each student go forward. Neville was the funniest doing an impressive combination of gymnastics moves. It was soon Harry's turn to go up. Lara watched curiously as Moody pointed his wand at Harry. At first nothing happened but then Harry cringed with pain before jumping onto the table.
"There you see!" said Moody, "Potter fought it off and he nearly did too. I told you it takes a lot of willpower." Moody made him keep enduring the curse until he could throw it off entirely. Lara went up and looked unsure.
"Professor," said Lara, "I really don't think the curse'll work on me."
"Let's just see," said Moody pointing his wand at Lara. Nothing happened after many minutes of waiting. Moody gave a grin. "So, it seems my curse was nothing," said Moody, "Would you mind giving an explanation." Lara nodded.
"Well, I took Occlumency lessons when I was very young so mind spells don't work on me," said Lara. Moody nodded.
"I thought so," said Moody, "An even better way to protect yourself from the Imperius Curse is closing your mind off entirely like Stone did. Now, class dismissed."
"That was great Lara!" exclaimed Ron in amazement, "Wish I could learn Occlumency."
"It takes a lot of work," said Lara as the four stopped before a notice board where a large crowd of students were gathering.
"I can't see," said Hermione.
"Hang on," said Ron before going to the front and coming back eagerness etched on his face. "Those foreign students are coming next week and we get to skip Potions!"
"Only a week away!" said Ernie, a Hufflepuff, "Wonder if Cedric knows. Think I'll go tell him."
"Cedric?" asked Lara.
"Diggory must be entering the tournament," said Harry.
"Him one of the Hogwarts champions?" asked Ron disbelievingly.
"Who cares," said Lara, "I'm more interested in the students from Beauxbatons."
"Why is that?" asked Harry.
"One of the students there used to be a friend of mine and I'm wondering if he's dead," said Lara.
"And you want a friend of yours dead why?" asked Ron.
"He started ignoring me my last two months in France just because of other girls," said Lara spitefully, "Turned into such an air head playboy. Quite a disappointment. I ended up so mad I told him off before I left for the U.S."
"Hey Lara," said Hermione, "Have you reconsidered about joining S.P.E.W.?"
"Nope," said Lara. The next week passed with much excitement for the upcoming delegates and a new cleaning over for Hogwarts. The only exciting thing was Sirius's return letter Talon had delivered.
Nice try Harry,
I'm back in the country safely hidden. Thank Lara for the stuff. Keep me informed on all the things happening in Hogwarts and keep changing owls.
Sirius
"Harry," said Lara, "Sirius won't get caught. Trust me."
"Thanks," said Harry. The day the delegations arrived from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang was a pleasant one with the night air cool and pleasant. The teachers were very edgy probably wanting to make a good impression.
"Weasley, straighten your hat," snapped Professor McGonagall, "Get that ridiculous thing out of your hair Miss Patil." Parvati frowned before taking out the butterfly she had on the plait of her hair. Lara rolled her eyes. Her own hair was let down the wave of silky black hair adding to the mysterious aura around her.
"How do you think they're going to get here?" asked Ron aloud. Lara tuned them out just acknowledging the pain in her stomach. She held it tightly trying to look unperturbed. Just as she was about to faint the pain ended.
"Look over there!" cried out a Ravenclaw next to Harry.
"It's a dragon!" cried one of the first year girls.
"No way, it's a flying house," said Dennis Creevey. Dennis was the right one as the large house landed in front of the students. Lara, Harry, Hermione, and Ron moved back as the students walked out. A large woman almost as big as Hagrid was the first to step out.
"My dear Madame Maxime," greeted Dumbledore, "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Ah, Dumbly-dorr," greeted Madame Maxime, "I'm sure I find you well?"
"In top condition," said Dumbledore.
"My students," said Madame Maxime behind her shoulder. Lara gazed at the students behind the large woman huddled close together. There seemed to be eighteen or twenty of them.
"Has Karkaroff arrived yet?" asked Madame Maxime. Dumbledore shook his head.
"Not yet," he said, "Would you prefer to wait here or go inside?"
"Go inside I think," said the woman, "But 'ze 'orses."
"Hagrid will take care of them," said Dumbledore.
"Are you sure 'zis 'agrid can handle them?" asked Madame Maxime.
"You can put your trust in Hagrid," comforted Dumbledore.
"Please tell 'im that they like whisky," said Madame Maxime before going inside with the students in tow.
"Well this school is certainly impressive," said a boy in the middle in sarcastic French. The girls around the blonde giggled.
"I'd appreciate if you not insult our school," said Lara in French behind him. Her cold voice told Ron, Harry, and Hermione that she wasn't playing around. The boy took his hat off and turned looking annoyed before he raised his eyes in surprise. The Hogwarts girls around him shrieked looking at the cute blond, blue-eyed boy.
"What are you doing here Lara?" he asked in surprise, "I thought your parents home-schooled you."
"None of your business Eric Merlot," said Lara coldly. Eric seemed oblivious as he gave Lara a grin.
"I'll see you inside Lara," said the boy in perfect English before marching into the hall followed by his troupe of girls.
"How do you know that guy Lara?" asked Lavender and Parvati eagerly.
"I don't know him," said Lara coldly.
"Was he that playboy you were talking about Lara?" asked Ron.
"Yeah," said Lara. The attention was now focused on the Durmstrang students.
"Think they'll come in a house too?" asked Ron. His question was soon answered when one of the Hufflepuffs saw a large ship coming from the lake. The Durmstrang group walked out with a tall man in the lead.
"Ah Dumbledore," said the man heartily, "How are you?"
"Wonderful Karkaroff," replied Dumbledore.
"Ah Hogwarts," said Karkaroff, "It's good to be back." Just then Ron nudged Harry.
"Harry! It's Krum!"
Chapter 7: The Goblet of Fire
"It's Victor Krum!" said Ron excitedly, "I didn't know he was still in school. Several sixth year girls were squealing in delight looking for a pen and paper for an autograph as he passed by. The four walked to the Gryffindor table and looked at the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were wondering where they should sit. Lara didn't care and sat at the end of the Gryffindor table. Eric walked over to her and sat down next to her followed by two other boys. The rest of Beauxbatons sat at the Ravenclaw table. The Durmstrang students took seats at the Slytherin table.
"Why don't you sit with your girlfriends," suggested Lara rudely in French when Eric had introduced his two friends, John and Timothy (a.k.a Tim).
"That's not very nice," said Eric in English as he grinned at her.
"She doesn't seem to take a liking to you Eric," said John as he and Tom grinned teasingly.
"Why don't you listen to him," said Lara.
"What are you so hot under the collar about?" asked Eric.
"Don't think I forgot you leaving me the last two months in France for those so called girlfriends of yours," said Lara, "You chose them over a friend. Shows what kind of person you are."
"You're just angry because I knew more magic than you did when you were nine," teased Eric.
"Yeah right," said Lara, "You didn't know a Summoning Charm from a Switch Spell."
"You just keep thinking that," said Eric.
"Were you two always like this?" asked Hermione.
"If you're implying that Eric was always the dense idiot he still is than yes," said Lara coolly.
"And who might you be?" asked Eric to Hermione.
"I'm Lara's friend Hermione Granger," said Hermione. Ron cleared his throat.
"Meet Ron Weasley and my cousin, Harry Potter," said Lara. Tom and John looked curiously at Harry especially his scar along with Eric.
"You never told me you were related to the famous Harry Potter," said Eric.
"Hmph," said Lara.
"But there are only two extra people," muttered Harry as he looked at the top table. Lara looked to where Harry's eyes were pointed.
"Must be someone from the Ministry of Magic," guessed Lara. She turned to John. "Hey, John, how did he turn into a delegate? Last time I remember he was horrible in his spells." Eric grew red as Tim and John laughed.
"I remember that," said John, "But then he suddenly got better in third year."
"I remember before that as the time when I left and girls started flocking to him," commented Lara. Just then a girl walked to Ron and Harry.
"Excuse me," said the girl, "Are you wanting 'ze Bouillabaisse?" Ron turned to her and was shocked into silence. The girl was a veela!
"Hey Fleur," greeted Eric casually.
"What are you doing in 'zis table Eric?" asked Fleur, "You should be joining 'ze rest of us."
"I had an old friend on this table," said Eric. Fleur shrugged and walked back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Old friend?" asked Lara.
"C'mon Lara," urged Eric, "I'm really sorry so do you forgive me?"
"If I do will you stop bugging me?" asked Lara. Eric nodded and Lara gave a reluctant smile. After dinner Dumbledore again stood.
"Before I begin, may I introduce Ludo Bagman and Bartemius Crouch," said Dumbledore, "The people who made this year's tournament a reality." "Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly in the last few months and will be joining Madame Maxime, Professor Karkaroff, and myself as the panel for the champions. Now, it's time for me to reveal the judge which will choose who are six champions will be. Now, Mr. Filch, the casket please." Filch now came forward to Dumbledore carrying a chest encrusted with jewels. "The tasks have already been decided and given to Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch," began Dumbledore as Filch placed the box in front of the silver haired wizard, "There will be three tasks spaced throughout the school year testing the champions' courage, magical prowess, theory of deduction, and of course the ability to cope with danger." The last word left behind an absolute silence.
"Now, the six champions that will compete in the tournament," said Dumbledore, "Two being from each school to make one team, will be scored on how well they did in their performance. The champions with the highest scores will take with them the Hexwizard Cup and one thousand galleons each prize money. The champions will be chosen by the Goblet of Fire." Now Dumbledore tapped the chest and revealed a wooden cup with blue and white dancing flames inside. Dumbledore placed the goblet on top of the casket for all to see. "Anyone who wants to have a chance at being one of the school champions can put their name and school within the next twenty-four hours. The results will be announced on Halloween night. I will draw an age line for any underage wizards yielding to temptation. No one under the age of seventeen will not be able to cross the age line. Now I think it's time for bed. Good night everyone."
"An Age Line!" smirked Fred, "All we need is an aging potion and your name's in that goblet. It can't tell how old you are!"
"But I don't think anyone under seventeen will stand a chance," objected Hermione, "I just don't think we've learned enough."
"It's not a question of learning enough," said Lara quietly, "It's more of a challenge of whether you're willing to work hard enough that you could die. No matter how much safety Professor Dumbledore puts up. It's all up to the witch or wizard if you'd survive."
"Lara's right," said George, "It's all up to the wizard. You'll try won't you Harry?"
"I never said you should try and look death in the eye," said Lara. Now everyone had stopped paying attention at Lara.
"Where is he?" asked Ron aloud, "Dumbledore never told us where Durmstrang is sleeping did he?" But his question was answered straight afterward when Karkaroff was bustling everyone into the ship. He reached the door exactly when Harry, Hermione, Lara, and Ron were there. Harry moved aside and Karkaroff made a distracted thanks before he froze staring at Harry, more specifically his forehead. The Durmstrang students were also staring at Harry curiously.
"Is there a problem Headmaster?" asked Lara in Bulgarian. Karkaroff swerved his attention to Lara.
"Better get going Karkaroff," said Moody behind the four, "You're holding up the line." Karkaroff glared at Moody before again leaving with his students.
"I didn't know you spoke French and Bulgarian Lara," said Ron in surprise. Lara shrugged.
"I moved often so I had to learn the languages," said Lara simply. The next Saturday many students woke early unlike they usually would and sat down taking occasional glances at the Goblet of Fire placed in the center of the Great Hall.
"Anyone place their name in yet?" asked Ron to a third year girl eagerly.
"Everyone from Durmstrang," said the girl, "But I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts yet."
"They probably put it in during the night so no one could see them," suggested Harry. Just then Fred and George came with their best friend Lee Jordan in tow.
"Well, just did it," said George triumphantly, "We just drank the Aging Potion. Just a few drops though to make us into seventeen."
"We agreed to split the prize money if one of us make it," said Lee.
"It's really not going to work," said Lara, "Lee, I suggest you not go along with this unless you'd like to be part of Dumbledore's little joke." Just then Fred walked in and it seemed nothing happened so George came in right after them. Just then they were thrown out along with finely made beards as long as Dumbledore on their chins. The whole Hall erupted with laughter as Professor Dumbledore came up.
"I did warn you," said Dumbledore in an amused voice, "Miss Fawcett and Mr. Summers thought they'd do the same thing and are now being tended to by Madam Pomfrey. Though I must say that they didn't look anything quite a fine as yours. Up to the hospital wing you go."
"Wow Lara," said Lee impressed, "You really can predict the future." Lara looked to Professor Dumbledore.
"Professor," began Lara, "Why did you really put up the Age Line?"
"Why Lara," said Dumbledore, "Didn't I say it was for the safety of the students?" Lara grinned.
"I know that's not true," confided Lara when she had asked Harry, Ron, and Hermione to move on ahead, "You want to keep Harry from it don't you? It wouldn't have mattered who put their name is because the Goblet would still have to pick the best."
"You're quite perceptive Miss Stone," commented Professor Dumbledore. Lara then grew serious.
"Professor," said Lara, "It won't work. Someone already put Harry's name in the goblet last night. I know it. I've known all along that someone's after him. The only question is who. I've only looked far enough into the future to see that Harry will be a seventh champion. The only question is who will be the eight." Lara soon left Professor Dumbledore not wishing to see the expression on his face before she plastered on a smile at the others.
"What were you telling the professor?" asked Hermione.
"Just asking about my curriculums," said Lara with a shrug before giving a sideways glance at Harry.
"Well, I just did it," said a female voice behind them, "I put my name in the goblet."
"You're kidding," said Ron now very impressed.
"I didn't know you were seventeen," said Harry.
"Don't see a beard on her do you?" asked Ron. Angelina grinned and turned to Lara.
"So, Lara, I heard you were a seer," said Angelina, "So who are the Hogwarts champions?" Lara smiled.
"I'm not at liberty to dispense that information but I feel a happiness coming from your aura tonight," said Lara smiling. Angelina shrieked with joy.
"I'm counting on it," said the girl before moving off. Ron, Harry, and Hermione turned to Lara.
"You already know who the champions are?" asked Ron excitement in his voice.
"I'm not telling," said Lara, "So what do you guys want to do today?"
"Harry, you wanna play some wizard chess?" asked Ron. The two nodded and went off. Lara turned to Hermione.
"Hey, Hermione, let's go to the library," suggested Lara, "There's something I want to look up." Hermione nodded and went on the way to the library.
"I have to admit I'm happy that someone else other than me is into books," said Hermione.
"It's the spells I'm really infatuated with," said Lara, "Though I have to say books in general are really fun. My parents used to get so annoyed when I'd be reading some book about the history of runes rather than clearing up the yard." Hermione laughed.
"So what were you going to look up?" asked Hermione.
"It's a book on poisons and antidotes," said Lara, "I like doing Potions and I just want to do some extra studying. How about you?"
"More on elf rights," said Hermione while she kept browsing.
"Really, Hermione the elves want to be servants," insisted Lara before sitting down her nose in the books. Hermione followed soon afterwards. After two hours they raised their heads in annoyance as the loud whispers of girls snatched away their concentration.
"It's that seeker Krum or something," muttered Hermione.
"Let's go to the lake," suggested Lara packing up her things and checking out one of the books. The two spent the rest of the day at the lake and were met by Harry and Ron at the Great Hall. Eric, Tom, and John were with them.
"C'mon, you missed Halloween dinner but they're announcing the champions right now," said Eric eagerly.
"Why are you still here?" asked Lara before sitting down and staring attentively at Dumbledore who was in front of the Goblet of Fire. He gave a smile before a sheet of paper came from the goblet.
"The champions from Beauxbatons will be Eric Merlot and Fleur Delacour," said Dumbledore. Multiple cheers were heard from boys and girls as the pair went to the door behind the teacher's table. "From Durmstrang will be Victor Krum and Tatia Poliakoff," announced Dumbledore. Viktor looked surlier than usual but the girl had a nice grin as she walked with Viktor to where Eric and Fleur went. The last they saw of her was her sheet of black hair. "Our Hogwarts champions are Cedric Diggory and Angelina Johnson," said Dumbledore proudly, "Now that we have all our ch-" Dumbledore stopped as another sheet of paper appeared from the goblet. He took it and his face grew white. "Harry Potter and Lara Stone."
Chapter 8: Eight Champions
The Hall stood still as if in suspended animation. "Well, Harry and Lara, go on with the other champions," said Dumbledore. The two stood and walked to the door behind Dumbledore not looking into anyone's eyes.
"What eez it?" asked Fleur when Lara and Harry appeared, "Do zey want us back in ze hall?" Fleur had thought that Lara and Harry were messengers. Harry was silent as Lara stared at her coldly. Just then the teachers and the heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang walked in.
"This is an outrage Dumbledore!" roared Karkaroff when they were inside. Mr. Crouch was silent as Mr. Bagman looked positively giddy.
"I agree with Karkaroff," said Madame Maxime, "Going on about zis better international relations when you go behind our backs and add more champions from your school. I refuse to have my school compete in zis joke of a competition." Lara turned to Harry.
"Harry, do you really want to do this competition?" asked Lara in a voice that only she and Harry could hear. Harry shook his head. "Good, hopefully I can get us out of this," said Lara.
"Excuse me, will someone please tell us what is going on?" asked Cedric.
"May I introduce the fourth team?" said Bagman proudly.
"Vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman," said Viktor.
"Joke? My, I believe this is no joke," said Mr. Bagman, "The Goblet of Fire pulled out Harry's and Lara's name."
"What!" exclaimed Fleur, "How could zey let children into zis competition?!"
"Don't believe that's possible Stone," said Moody, "Once the Goblet of Fire pulls out your name you can't back out."
"What is ze meaning of zis Dumbly-dorr?" asked Madame Maxime positively mad.
"Weren't we under the impression that your age line would keep underage wizards Dumbledore?" asked Karkaroff wearing a steely smile and eyes that were almost as cold as Lara's.
"That's enough everyone," said Dumbledore before turning to Lara and Harry, "Did any of you put your names in the Goblet of Fire." Lara and Harry shook their heads.
"Zey are both lying!" claimed Madame Maxime.
"Why don't we ask Barty here," suggested Ludo Bagman, "He knows the rule book front and back." They all turned to Mr. Crouch.
"The rules of the tournament states that any name that comes from the goblet of fire must compete under the magical contract that we all signed," said Mr. Crouch, "They must all compete."
"Zis is not fair," said Fleur, "We ave all worked hard and those children get in without any concern."
"Miss Delacour, if anyone has any right to complain it's Lara and Harry," said Professor Dumbledore.
"Why should zey complain? They have the honor of zer schools and the chance to win 1000 Galleons!" exclaimed Fleur.
"May I speak Professor?" asked Lara.
"Go ahead Lara," said Professor Dumbledore kindly.
"I have no intention of going through with this competition," said Lara, "And I've also read about this competition. If one team member is unable to compete in the tournament the school is disqualified. I request that the headmaster of Hogwarts expel me." The whole room was silent.
"Lara, you can't," said Harry, "Where are you supposed to go? Your parents are already dead and you have no home to go to!"
"It's all right Harry," said Lara, "As long as you don't compete in this tournament. Dark things will befall the champions of this tournament. Throughout the year they walk the path between life and death. If I can keep you from it, expulsion will be no big deal." Everyone looked at Lara uncomfortably as she gazed back at them with solemn eyes and then back at Dumbledore who was now quiet.
"Lara, I do not accept your offer for expulsion," said Dumbledore firmly, "Now, it has been decided that you must compete. After Mr. Bagman has given you your instructions you will all go to bed."
"Professor," said Lara quietly so that only she and Dumbledore could hear, "If you don't expel me I won't be able to prevent the events that will happen in the future. I don't have to be a Seer to know that." At that, she went to Mr. Bagman who was already explaining.
"Now, the first task is to see your daring," began Mr. Bagman, "Courage to face the unknown is a very important part in a wizard. The first task will take place on November twenty-fourth in front of the rest of the students and the panel of judges. You are not to ask for any help from your teachers and you may only have your wand. You will receive information on the second task after the first. Due to the excessive time you will spend for the tasks, you are all exempt from end of year tests."
"Now, why don't you all go to bed," suggested Dumbledore. The Hogwarts students nodded and went off. Lara was stopped by Eric.
"Hey Lara!" called Eric.
"What?" she asked in a weary voice.
"Guess it'll be like old times huh," said the boy with a grin, "You know, competing against each other. I'll see you later." Lara went to join Harry and Angelina who were on their way to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Hey Angelina," said Lara in front of the Fat Lady.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you believe Harry and me when we said we didn't put our names into the goblet?" asked Lara. Angeline grinned.
"Of course," said the girl, "Besides, you were the one who told me I would get it. Don't know about Cedric though. Anyways, I'm glad three Gryffindors got to be champions!" When they reached the Common Room a large amount of cheers erupted.
"How'd you two do it?" asked Fred grinning at the quiet Harry and cold Lara.
"I'm going to bed," said Lara before going upstairs.