Discaimer: I don't own anything in this story except the plot and characters you don't recognise that I decide to put in as I think of them :-)

Harry rolled over on his bed. It was stiflingly hot and he was dying to open the window. Of course, this was the part of the year he dreaded most, back at the Dursley's for the summer. Opening the window was strictly forbidden and for once he didn't have the strength to argue. Staring up at the ceiling with nothing to take his mind off past events, Harry's train of thought took him back to the end of last year, a place he certainly didn't want to be visiting. However much he managed to keep his mind away from Cedric during the day, he had no control over his dreams. Dudley would never understand what it was to wake up shaking and drenched in sweat, so he taunted Harry mercilessly about the shouts he heard in the night. His Aunt and Uncle responded entirely differently, saying that if he couldn't get his act togather, he'd be out on his ear.

A welcome distraction came at that moment, a shout from downstairs 'I hope you've got a good explanation for this, boy. We told you to inform your..........kind, that we didn't want letters here!' I did, thought Harry, and it made my life a misery, who would want to go against Uncle Vernon?

'Coming' he shouted and hauled himself off the bed and downstairs.

Uncle Vernon stood in the kitchen, looking bent on murder. He was purple in the face as he shoved a crumpled letter at Harry. 'There'll be trouble for this boy!' he spat threateningly. Harry look at the stiff cream envelope and knew instantly, with a sinking heart, that it was from the ministry of magic. He walked slowly back up to his room, still staring at the envelope with a sense of foreboding. The thing about letters from the ministry of magic was that they were never good news, and he had a feeling that this one would be no different.

He tore it open and a letter fell out, followed by a couple of official-looking forms. He reached for the letter first and read it, the colour draining form his face. Reading it again, more started to make sense.

'Dear Mr Potter,

as i'm sure you are aware, events at Hogwarts school or Witchcraft and Wizardry have not always been closely monitored by the MInistry or Magic. Due the events occuring over the last few years, we have decided to step up our policies. We regret to inform you that while changes are being made, Hogwarts school will be closed. Enclosed you will find registration forms for Durmstrang School, kindly fill them in and take every care to ensure you have the correect equipment.

The Department of Education

Ministry of Magic'

Harry sunk onto the bed, Durmstrang! They're practically our worst enemies, our rivals. What's it going to be like learning with them? At least Hermione will be happy, Ron maybe not so happy! This can't get any worse.

(A/N) isn't that just asking for trouble? R&R please guys? god knows i review enough stories myself!