Twisted Events of Fate

Chapter Two: Arrival of the Other Schools

The sun pierced through the window to lightly kiss Harry's eyes. He squinted in an attempt to shield out what little light was coming from the open window. Harry titled his head up a little to see if anyone else was awaken by the annoyance of the morning light.

Well he thought it was the early morning but with one look around he was apparently wrong. He grunted as he got up. He looked at the closed door to see a piece of parchment stuck abruptly to the door. He quickly grabbed and read the sloppy handwriting.

Dear Harry,

Hey, couldn't wake you up so good luck on your own. Beau… and Der… those

one schools are coming during breakfast so hurry up. Your friend.

Ron

Harry lightly cursed under his breath as he went down stairs after hurriedly getting ready. Ron and Hermione where sitting there but not talking to one another. In fact Harry looked around and listened. No one was talking but all looking at the nothingness in front of them. Harry just stood there until a musical toned voice rang out from the podium at the front of the hall. The voice was cool and soothing even though it had a twist of disgust in it. " Harry Potter it is so lovely that you could join us this morning." She smirked and glowered at him. "I am just astonished that you walk in here like someone of any importance."

"But I was just…" He was cut off by the piercing stare that he had felt the night before. The stare that made him go cold and feel naked to the skin.

"Excuse me Mr. Potter are you of any importance to me or the rest of this school?" She looked at him with anticipation of a really good answer.

"No. Professor." Harry said in a bored tone. He looked up. All of a sudden the platinum blonde headed professor was right in front of him. Smirking an evil smirk at him. Her eyes as cool as ice making a stark contrast between the two. Her beauty was amazing and almost too much to handle. A veela for sure, Harry thought.

She leaned in making her smirk tight and mysterious. She said in those cool musical tones. " Mr. Potter I don't care that you live because you don't remember does you? The incident I mean. Now, Mr. Potter if you will not waste my time it would be much appreciated if you would sit and say nothing." She pulled her head away.

For the first time Harry noticed that no one moved around him and everything just seemed oddly stopped. But then it resumed, like hitting the play button on a VCR. Then he went to look back at Professor Malfoy but she was back up at the podium. She smiled, "Sit Mr. Potter."

Harry swallowed a lump that wouldn't leave his throat. Reluctantly Harry sat down hastily and wished he would just go away from that moment. Ron leaned over. "You missed it. Both of those school came in the coolest fashion."

Hermione just looked grumpy as she stared forward at some students sitting at the Ravenclaw table. Harry looked over.

"Who're they?" Harry asked.

"Those are the Beauxbatons from France." Hermione answered, being sure to emphasize the fact that she didn't take a liking towards the school. Over across the room sat another set another set of unfamiliar faces. Ron looked over and said Harry. You could tell Ron was excited. "Harry that's Durmstrang. You see him. It's Viktor. Viktor Krum!"

Harry looked over and surely felt as excited when he saw the National League Quidditch Player. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked down at her food. Harry thought he heard her mutter something along the lines of 'Boys…. Quidditch…. Insufferable….' He decided that it was just his imagination and turned back to his breakfast feast that lay in front of him.

The day started out terrible for the teenaged boy, but as the day progressed so did his luck. Hermione seemed to be in a bad mood since the two schools arrived, and she was like that the rest of the day. Ron and Harry shared looks. 'Women.'

The Golden Trio made their way towards their first period class, Charms with Professor Flitwick. They chatted animatedly about how much homework they were bound to have, when it was cut short by Hermione gasping as the rounding into a corridor.

Leaning heavily against the wall opposite of the three, was a fellow Gryffindor, Seamus Finnagan. He looked as if he was trying desperately to catch his breath like he ran a marathon. His face was contorted in confusion and pain, fists balled up, eyes shut; surely there was something wrong with the teenager.

Seamus opened his eyes to see his friends, and he hastily tried to get up. Though this was a failed attempt because he fell back down. Harry looked over with concern for his short friend. "What's wrong?"

Seamus looked over at him and said in a low tone. "Nothing." Trying hard to hoist himself up, Seamus screwed his face up in pain. Hermione walked over to Seamus with sympathy and confusion upon her pretty face. Kneeling next to him, Hermione touched the pained face of Seamus. Instantly, he flinched away from her fingers.

Hermione looked over at Ron and Harry for help. They seemed just as lost as her. All three of them had no clue how to help their friend.

Hermione looked back down at the now shaking Seamus. "We're going to take you to the hospital wing, Seamus." Seamus only nodded, apparently in too much pain to speak. Hermione looked back over at Ron and Harry for some help to carry the boy. The two boys quickly walked over to help her.

A/N: Awww… isn't it sad? Wonder what's wrong with Seamus. And remember, we do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. And this story contains all characters, not just revolves around a certain one of two. So good day and please review.