Chapter 1- Good Boy

October 29th, 1999

Dennis Creevey sighed looking over at Dawn Parkinson on the other side of the dining car brushing her long black hair. He did not care that she was a Slytherin, she was absolutely beautiful. Looking nothing like her older sister Pansy the Pug, Dawn was thin and shapely. She had pale skin with rosy cheeks and pink lips. Her eyes were a dark blue with traces of violet and they were shadowed with long eyelashes.

"Why does he keep looking at me?" Dawn asked her friend Malcolm Baddock.

"The mudblood fancies you," Baddock responded in a snigger.

A smirk broke onto Dawn's face, which Dennis mistook as a soft smile. He figured he hadn't had a chance with her last year, but over the summer he had grown up a lot, and not only physically but mentally. Not only was he now rather tall, but he had strong muscles and an adult sense of humor too. His mousy hair had grown a little and gave him a rock star look about him, a look that new magical music sensation, Peter Briggs, decided to borrow after seeing Dennis buying books at Flourish and Blotts.

"Creevey," Kevin Whitby of Hufflepuff, who still was thin and short even though they were now seventeen, called to Dennis from the entrance of the cart. "What do they have for us to eat in here?"

"The usual, mate" Dennis said as Kevin threw his bag on the seat across from Dennis. There was only one seat left at the table, and that was next to Dennis. Dawn was the only person who had not claimed a seat yet. Dennis felt his whole body tighten as Dawn proceeded to put her hairbrush back in her bag and approached the small dining table in the remodeled Hogwarts Expressed.

"Aren't you at all excited to be going to Beauxbatons?" Kevin asked. "You could be in the Triwizard Tournament."

"I know that," Dennis hissed in a low voice so Dawn couldn't hear him, "but…" he slightly moved his head in Dawn's direction.

"Just ask her out then," Kevin suggested piling his plate high with potatoes, peas, and turkey. Kevin poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and then offered to pour Dennis some too, but Dennis shook his head.

"Mr. Whitby," Professor Dumbledore approached the table, depending greatly on his cane because of an injury he had received from Voldemort three years earlier. "I thought we agreed not to begin dinner until everyone was seated at the table."

"I didn't start to eat yet, Professor," Kevin stated, "I just put the food on my plate."

"Very well," Dumbledore said with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes. "But since we are now all here, let's eat."

Dennis found he was too nervous to eat. His heart was beating so loudly he could not hear Dawn when she first asked, "Please pass the salt."

"Dennis," Kevin kicked him. Dennis finally regained his senses.

"Could you pass the salt?"

"Yeah," Dennis stammered, "of course." He was so surprised she talked to him, he forgot the actually pass it.

Dawn smiled and leaned close to Dennis. She reached across him and grabbed the salt herself, flashing a seductive smile at Dennis. She was so close, Dennis could smell her.

"Mr. Creevey," Dumbledore said, "if you say that you will pass the salt, the proper action to take is to pass the salt."

Dennis turned a deep red as most of the table burst out laughing. "Sorry," he muttered. Dawn rolled her eyes as she salted her food.

There were eleven teens traveling from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons for the Triwizard Tournament. Two Ravenclaws (Quidditch captain Curran Davies and the first ranked 7th year, Stella Kuo), two Gryffindors (Dennis and Lena Grogan), three Hufflepuffs (Kevin, his older sister Theresa and the expected Head Boy if it had not been for the tournament, Dwight Frost), and four Slytherins (Dawn, Baddock, Vidya Tummala, and the unknown maurderer, Leo Pasts).

Curran Davies, much like his older brother Roger, made himself known as an intelligent athlete. He made the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team his third year and became captain during his fifth year. He decided that it would be more valuable for himself and the team to allow his team to find a new Chaser when the Slytherin team had no chance of winning a single game while he tried to win the Triwizard Tournament. Curran had brown hair that hung just above his eyes, and stood awkwardly being six feet tall but only weighing 120 pounds. His good friend and fellow 7th year student, Stella Kuo was much different. Though she rarely did anything but practice Divination, she was able to get straight O's in every class. She was the only student in the past decade to get all O's on her O.W.L.'s and she kept up all her classes with the help of a time turner provided to her by Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore, just as she had found out Hermione Granger had done the year Stella entered school. Stella had straight black hair that fell down to just above her shoulders. She was skinny, but this did not mean she had the figure that reeled in all the guys.

Lena Grogan was what some would call a clutz. And not just that, but having lived in America for eight years, had the tendency to use American slang, such as "Whatever!" Aside from that, Lena easily could wrap a boy around her finger because she had beautiful long red hair, acid green eyes, and a body not much different from Cindy Crawford. She had already gotten Dennis to be her puppy for half of their fourth year until Dennis finally realized that she was into a boy two years older. All of Lena's life, she had gotten everything she wanted, except for mounds of gold and Harry Potter.

The Hufflepuff team was by far the most honorable all around. All of them tried their hardest at whatever task was at hand, and all of them received good grades on account of their efforts. Kevin had short blonde hair and pale blue eyes. He usually did not know when to keep quiet or when to speak, but made sure to keep his mouth shut about Dennis liking Dawn, his one and only kept secret. His sister, a year ahead of him in school, Theresa, looked much like him, only, she was not as skinny. Theresa had what Baddock called, "Flubber enough to keep her warm under water." Because of constant taunts from Slytherins, she easily lost her temper and cursed those who snickered at her when she walked by. Dwight Frost was a tall, lean, black boy with an eye for picking out where trouble will be and how to avoid it at all costs. He was actually offered the position as Head Boy, but knew that he would only be able to do that or the tournament, and believed that the tournament would look better on an application to be an Auror.

Finally, the Slytherins. Baddock was as mean as his name made him out to be. He was constantly teasing anyone who made the slightest mistake; this went as far as him laughing at Draco Malfoy for not beating the Hufflepuff seeker to the snitch at one of the Quidditch games two years earlier. Baddock had greasy brown hair matted to his head that the Ravenclaw girls found disgusting. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and huge muscles, but not so big that he couldn't move his arms. What made Baddock more dangerous than most Slytherins was that he was not only strong physically, he was a talented wizard too. Vidya Tummala was a tiny witch of Indian descent. Though she was small, this did not stop her from constantly taunting larger witches and wizards, especially the first and second year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Leo Pasts was more like a Gryffindor than any past Slytherin. He had a talent of exploring into the late hours of the night, and never backed down in the face of danger. He had light blue eyes and shaved his head bald, which made him look rather odd being short with broad shoulders. From far off, the height and baldness made many people mistake him as an old man. And then there was Dawn; the girl Dennis very likely loved.

Dennis ate no more than a single scoop of mashed potatoes and a treacle tart for desert. His embarrassment was enough for him to completely lose his appetite. Kevin, who had been dying to tell him to eat all through the dinner waited until Dumbledore got up and left before mentioning anything so that Dumbledore would not suspect that Dennis was anorexic.

"You'd better eat something," Kevin said finishing his third treacle tart, "you'll starve if you don't eat. You're going to want to have energy for tomorrow when we stop off in Paris before going to the countryside. You are going to do some shopping, right?"

"Dennis doesn't shop unless he believes that he will be seen by a celebrity," Tummala said laughing.

"It was by chance that Peter Briggs liked my hair," Dennis said, "and that time in Hogsmeade last year, it wasn't my fault that Harry and Viktor Krum happened to join my table at the Three Broomsticks. They just happened to see my broomstick and decided to…"

"We've all heard it Creevey," Baddock said, "but we don't believe it. Come to think of it, we all happen to know that that you and your brother have been known to stalk Potter. He was probably just telling you that he's gotten a restraining order against you."

"You want to challenge Dennis to a duel or something?" Lena asked Baddock. "Bring it on! We Gryffindors always beat you Slytherins."

"You'd like me to 'bring it on,'" Baddock said, "as long as you were part of the action, and we all know what kind of action you like to take part in." Baddock did a quick pelvic thrust.

"Why don't you sixth years ever shut up?" Dwight asked. He turned to Theresa and Stella and asked, "Were we that obnoxious last year?" Both girls shook their heads 'no.'

"I'm just commenting on Lena's little affairs with Michael Corner last year followed by that week long affair with Davies," Baddock said, "you liked that, didn't you Davies. Too bad it had to end so soon."

Lena grabbed her glass and splashed what was left of her pumpkin juice in Baddock's face. "You just wish you could get in on my action," she hissed and stormed into the next car where the bedrooms started. Baddock stormed off in the other direction to wash the pumpkin juice off his face and clothes.

As the crowd slowly disappeared into the other cars, the conversations in the dining car began to shrink into one. Finally, Dennis found himself talking to just Kevin, Leo, and Dawn.

"I'm getting rather tired," Dawn said looking at the dark sky outside. "I will see you all tomorrow. Oh, and Dennis," Dawn looked him in the eye and bent down so her face was not more than an inch from his, "if I ask you to pass the salt tomorrow, do you think you could get it to me?"

Too nervous to speak, Dennis nodded. Dawn rustled his hair and said, "Good boy."