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Here's chapter 2 – My third year

It felt good leaving home and going back to Hogwarts and my third year. I just wanted to get out of there. I hadn't been outside Malfoy Manor since I arrived there in the beginning of the summer. Draco had gone with father to the quidditch world cup, but I didn't want to come along. And they never asked if I wanted to. There was a new teacher in Defence against Dark Arts, Professor Moody. He seemed kind of... strange. When the Sorting was done, we were told that the inter-house quidditch cup wouldn't take place this year, because the Triwizard Tournament was taking place at Hogwarts. People were going to arrive from two other schools; Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. One pupil from each school was going to participate, and they were going to compete in three different tasks. For a while, I considered participating myself, to win respect from the other pupils. But it seemed a bit too dangerous, and besides, there was an age limit of seventeen. The other schools arrived. The pupils who were interested in participating were going to put their names in the goblet of fire. Everybody made it such a huge thing, I think. For a couple of days, the goblet of fire was everything people were talking about (of course, I didn't talk to anyone, but I had started listening to other people's conversations). Finally, the day when the names of the participants were going to be announced arrived. Viktor Krum, who besides was a great quidditch seeker in the Bulgarian national team, was the Durmstrang's participant. I thought he was rather cool, you know, eighteen years, still in school, and one of the world's greatest quidditch players. Beauxbaton's participant was a girl named Fleur Delacour. I didn't like her, at all. She was pretty stuck up, and looked like a veela. Even though I hadn't been very interested in the tournament, I was very curious about who was going to compete for Hogwarts. I mean, of course he or she had to win and keep the school reputation. It was a Hufflepuff boy, Cedric Diggory. I think he was worth it, out of what I knew; he was really good in most of his classes. I didn't like him as a person, though. Well, I almost didn't like anyone of the other pupils. How could I have done that, when everyone avoided me only because of my name? And then this weird thing happened. The goblet of fire chose another name, although all the schools already had a participant. Harry Potter. Again, he shows up in strange situations. I wondered how he managed to put his name in the goblet, since he was only one year older than me.

I was tired of spending all of my time in the library. My new interest was listening to other people's conversations. I felt almost as we were friends, I was in the group. I didn't feel that lonely that I had felt before. And I got a nice view of other people's lives as well. I knew almost everything that was going on between people. I knew who was angry, who was in love. I had a feeling of which couple that was going to break up, even before they knew it themselves. I knew that Harry and Ron Weasly didn't talk to each other any more, that Ron was really angry with Harry because he had ended up in the tournament. I agreed with him. It was kind of irritating. A lot of students were irritated because Harry was in the tournament.

I knew that the participants knew about their first task. I didn't know who told them, though. Their first task was to get pass a dragon and collect some egges. Cedric Diggory flipped out and tried to turn a stone into a dog or something, weird thing to do. It kind of worked, though, but he got burned. Too bad. And when I saw the dragon, I was just so happy that I didn't participate myself. I never really understood what Fleur Delacour was trying to do. Well, her dragon fell asleep. Maybe she was trying to hypnotize it or something. But the dragon snored, and her skirt started to burn. Kind of laughable, actually. To me, it looked obvious that Harry Potter knew about the dragons. It looked as if he had really thought about what to do, and practiced a lot. He just stepped out there and said;

"Accio firebolt!"

And his broom come flying, and with the broom he managed to fly around the dragon. Okay, it was obvious that he had known about it before, but it was still pretty cool. And I have to admit, he's a great quidditch player. I think that Viktor Krum was really good, too. He hit the dragon, straight into its eyes, with some kind of jinx. He's not only a great seeker, bur he's really good with jinxes to.

I noticed that Harry and Ron were friends again. I believe Ron thought that being a celebrity's best friend wasn't as bad at all...

There was a Yule ball approaching. Only students above third year were allowed to attend. A younger student could although be invited by an older student. I wished someone would ask me to go with him. Anyone. I just wanted to go. I knew that Harry and Ron, especially Ron, had problems inviting someone to go with them. I was sitting behind them in the common room when they discussed it. Finally, Harry asked a Gryffindor girl named Parvati to go with him. But Ron was still "available". Harry asked Parvati and Lavender Brown, another Gryffindor girl, who they thought could go with Ron.

Ask me. Ask me. Please, ask me...

"Well..." said Parvati finally, "I suppose my sister might – Padma, you know, in Ravenclaw... I'll ask her, if you'd like."

So it appeared as though I wasn't going to the ball. Maybe it was faith. Probably, I wouldn't be having a good time, anyway.

So I spent the evening when the ball was in the common room, reading. The only other pupils there were some first years. And everything they talked about was the ball. They discussed dresses, and who was going with whom. I tried to concentrate on the homework I was doing, but it was impossible. I went out and wandered around in the corridors for a while. Then, when I went past a corner, I suddenly bumped into something big. I looked up, and saw that it was Hagrid.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..." I mumbled.

"Doesn't matter. What's your name again?"

"Er... Tamara."

"Tamara... what?"

I really didn't want to tell him, because I knew that he didn't like Slytherin, and since I'm a Malfoy, I still belong to Slytherin, even if I'm in Gryffindor, since every Malfoy that's ever attended Hogwarts has been in Slytherin.

"Doesn't matter." I said.

"Hey! You're a third year, right? You're taking my classes in Care of Magical Creatures. And you're in Gryffindor, I see."

Oh, really. *Smartass*

"That's true." I said. That was everything I could think of to say.

"But tell me, what's your last name? You never write your last name on your essays."

"Malfoy." I said defiantly. By this time I was rather irritated. Why did he want to know my last name?

"Ha ha. C'mon, tell me."

Great. He didn't even believe me, when I did tell him.

"I just did."

"But... then you can't be in Gryffindor. Where did you steel these robes?"

Hate him, hate him, and hate him.

"I'm in Gryffindor; go ask Dumbledore if you don't believe me. You are prejudiced and if you weren't a teacher and twice as big as me, I would... do something that would make you regret that you were ever born."

I don't know what happened to Hagrid after that, but all sudden he wasn't teaching Care of Magical Creature classes any more, Professor Grubbly-Plank did. I couldn't be because of me, could it? Okay, maybe I was a bit mean to him, but he really insulted me! I couldn't get rid of my bad conscience, so I decided to go and pay him a visit; since I knew he was still at Hogwarts (I heard Harry, Ron and Hermione discussing it).

I went there Sunday afternoon, and knocked on the door. No one opened. I knocked again, harder, and at last he opened. He looked pretty surprised to see me there.

"Er... hi." I said.

"Tamara." He said. "C'mon in. Want some tea?"

"Er... no thanks." I said, but entered the house. "I just wanted... I was wondering... why... if you were sick or something..."

"Well... I've been... not too well. Sure you don't want some tea?"

"I'm not planning to stay. I just wanted to apologize for what I said the other day... but I felt really insulted. And... I wanted to check out how you were doing."

"Oh... I think I was pretty rude. But... it wasn't because of you I didn't show up in class."

"It wasn't?"

"Oh, no. Don't... don't you read the Daily Prophet? Or talk to anyone? Haven't you heard?"

"Heard about what?"

"Thought the whole school knew! Well, that ass... sorry, Rita Skeeter wrote a very... not nice article about me. Don't understand you haven't heard about it! You have to be totally isolated from the entire world around!"

I didn't answer, because he was so right. I was isolated.

"Oh..." he said, "I'm so sorry. You're not doing very well, are you?"

"I'm doing fine. Er... I have to go."

I didn't really feel for discussing my personal matters with that half- giant.

"Okay. But... you are welcome back, whenever you want."

"Thanks." I said and left.

Hagrid was back to the next lesson. He was really kind to me. He wondered on several occasions if I wanted to come over for tea, and finally I accepted his offer. I became a regular guest in Hagrid's house. I hadn't realized how much I needed a friend, and it didn't matter that he wasn't a pupil, or worse, that he was a half-giant.

The day for the second task in the Triwizard Tournament came closer. I knew the participants had got an egg that in some kind of way was going to help them to find out what the second task was. And it seemed as all the participants had figured it out. It appeared as though the merpeople had taken a person for each participant, the person that the participant would miss the most. The participants were supposed to go down into the lake and rescue the person. I think the biggest problem was how they were going to breathe below the surface. The lake was very deep. There was a time limit, too. One hour. Fleur Delacour was going to rescue her little sister. Cedric Diggory was going to rescue a Ravenclaw girl named Cho Chang. Harry was going to rescue Ron, and Viktor Krum was going to rescue Hemione. I knew that he had asked her to the yule ball, but I didn't think it was that serious between them. I didn't think he was very good-looking. Well, neither was she. So maybe they'd make a combination. I didn't see much of the participants when they went down into the lake. Other pupils stood in the way of my view. It was boring to sit and wait there for an hour, but finally Cedric arrived with Cho. There was an enormous bubble around his head. I thought it was pretty smart. Suddenly a weird creature appeared from the lake. It was a human body, with a shark head, with Hermione. The weird creature had to be Krum. Fleur Delacour arrived alone, without her little sister.

"Ze Grindylows! Zey attacked me!"

Finally Harry Potter appeared, as the hero again of course. He had taken both Ron and Fleur's little sister Gabrielle with him from the bottom of the lake. Typically him. I heard there was a song in that egg they got before, and that song said something like "past an hour – the prospect's black, too late, it's gone, it won't come back". Typically him to take that song seriously! It appeared as though he didn't trust Dumbledore at all. Even if Dumbledore's a bit... unpredictable, I knew that he'd never let any of the pupils drown.

Lots of things happened in Hogwarts, and in the Ministry of Magic as well. I wasn't involved in anything; neither did I know any details. I wasn't very interested.

But the third and final task's day was arriving, and I believe that was the hardest task out of all three. The participants were going to get through a maze to collect the Triwizard Cup. Harry and Cedric had the most points, so they started first. Viktor Krum was the second, and Fleur Delacour the last. She hadn't really done great things, so I think she deserved it. Outside the maze, we didn't know what was going on inside. I had no idea what the participants were dealing with. After a while, something had happened. I didn't know exactly what, but all the teachers seemed very upset and Krum and Fleur Delacour were recalled from the maze.

Something had happened. I felt it, the spirit had changed. It had something to do with You-know-who, and where were Harry and Cedric? Oh no. Wherever they were, You-know-who was with them. He had returned. It fitted perfectly to everything that I had heard this year. I knew father was supporting the Dark side, that's why he had been so secretive last summer. Oh no. What if Harry and died? I should have guessed! It was so stupid of me! I could have warned them or something. I panicked inside, but wasn't moving.

Suddenly Harry Potter appeared outside the entrance of the maze. He held the Triwizard Cup... but there was something more there... Just before all the teachers and people from the Ministry of Magic gathered around him and stood in the way of my view, I got a glimpse of what it was. It was Cedric Diggory. It felt like the stone in my throat had fallen down in my stomach. He's not dead, I thought over and over again. But why wasn't he moving, then? Why didn't Cedric sit up, just like Harry did? Then I heard the scream.

"He's dead! He's dead! Cedric Diggory! Dead!"

Everything was chaos the following days. There were a lot of rumors. Unknown people were staying at Hogwarts. Dumbledore said that we weren't allowed to ask Harry anything, just leave him alone.

Life was really chaos for the remaining time of the term. It felt so strange. Dumbledore told everyone in the great hall the final evening, that Cedric was murdered by You-know-who. Well, he called him his real name. There are not many who do. I wasn't very surprised, but in some kind of way it freaked me out, hearing him saying those words. Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. I suppose that I had tried to deny that he was dead, or repress the fact that You-know-who was back, more powerful than in many years.

I also repressed the fact that the date of the journey home was coming closer. I felt scared of returning to Malfoy Manor. Didn't know what was going to happen. I think that a lot of people suspected that father was a Death Eater. I was scared of him, too, now when He-who-must-not-be-named was back.

My summer was... I don't know. I felt helpless and outside. No one told me anything. Father was gone most of the summer. I didn't want to think of where he was and what he was doing. Mother was still at Malfoy Manor, though. She knew a lot, but she didn't tell me. Neither did Draco. I knew father was going to turn him into a Death Eater as well. I hoped that he would be stopped, that he wouldn't be able to turn Draco into one.

Please, spare him. He doesn't deserve it...

So, like the summer before, I isolated myself in my room, drawing, as usual. I was totally isolated from the world around, didn't know anything about what was going on in the outside world. And you know what? It was pretty nice.

Author's note: Please review, I promise I won't hunt you down, even if you don't like the story. And even if you don't like it, I think you should check out the next chapter because the story really switches style, there. I feel that this chapter and the previous one was more like prologues. Thank you for your time!