The tables sagged under the weight of the food, piles of meat, sausages and stacks of bread and cake. A lot was the same food that was always there but there were different meals as well. For one there was a lot with rice and fish, bowls full of steaming soup and noodles and quite a lot of fried things. On the other hand, there were a ton of sausages different pieces of bread that looked like it had a lot of unground wheat in it and potatoes in many different shapes. It was pretty obvious that they were German and Japanese types of food.

Harry carefully placed Dawn next to his plate, his familiar's eyes were falling closed due to the exhaustion of the song she had just sung. Fawkes and Ember looked fine, but they were adult phoenixes and Dawn was still a young hatchling, smaller and a lot of her energy was needed for growing and bouncing around all day being hyperactive. Harry smiled brushing his fingers over her back for a moment, making her purr for a moment and she opened one eye, looking at him for a moment before it closed again and the small creature fell into a deep slumber. Harry smiled a little bit, lost a little in the image of his loved girl, before reaching out to one of the steaming bowls that had the tag 'Ramen' on it. It was a strong and salty smell but after the cold from outside, this seemed like the perfect thing to warm him up. He enjoyed the flavour when a finger tapped him on the shoulder. He looked to the right, where the tall blond guy that had carried the banner for the German school was standing. He was smiling and now Harry could see him a little better. He was tall and broadly build, fit to be a beater in Quidditch. His hair was blond like hay and in a normal length and he had open blue eyes, that twinkled a little bit with warmth and good nature. He smiled down at the lot smaller Harry and leaned a little over while he cut the big sausage on his plate.

"Excuse me, may I ask you a question?" He asked with a thick accent, that sounded a little harsh. Harry nodded slowly, inwardly already sighing. Here we go again the boy-who-lived thing again. But the blond guy pointed at the table.

"I hope it isn't rude but is that really your phoenix?" He asked, looking at Dawn. Harry blinked for a moment, then he smiled.

"Oh, yeah, she is with me. But don't say I'm her owner when she can hear you, she owns herself and is rather picky when it comes to that topic." Harry couldn't keep his grin in when he remembered the scratches on Sirius' face when he had called him a Phoenix owner. Nope, this little girl was rather firm in her pride. The blond nodded, smirking a little.

"I will remember it, thanks. I'm Sebastian by the way. Sebastian Müller. But please call my Basti, everybody does it, even the teachers." He held out his hand with a small laugh. Harry smiled, taking it.

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Harry Peverell, of the Ancient and Noble House of Peverell. These are my friends, Ron and Hermione." Harry pointed at the two and Sebastian reached out, shaking their hands. He then turned back at Harry.

"So you are some kind of nobleman?" He asked with a careful voice. Harry nodded slowly, also careful now.

"Yeah, kind of. I'm the lord of a noble house, but it only consists of myself and my proxy, so...not much." He said with a little shrug. Basti nodded frowning a little.

"I hope it is okay to speak so informal with you then, I never met a noble before." He said, picking up a piece of sausage and putting it behind his teeth. Harr shook his head smiling.

"It's okay really I don't mind. There are a few around here that will but not me. Are there no sons of noble families in your school?" He asked, getting a shack of head from Sebastian. The blond leaned back a little.

"No, after the Grindelwald War Germany got rid of almost entirely of the concept of nobility. The only one with ties to a noble family I know of is Ulrich over there." He pointed down the table, where the blond girl and the gaunt-looking guy were sitting. While the other two students had sat down across from Sebastian and the golden trio, these two were sitting at the outer most edge of the table by themselves. Ron leaned a little over the table.

"Is he all right? Looks sick to me." He asked Sebastian, only to get immediately slapped over the shoulder by Hermione.

"Ron! Don't be rude!" She hissed at their friend, shooting Sebastian an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Ronald can be a bit..." Her voice trailed off, unsure how to say it really. Rude? an idiot? But the tall blond guy just laughed, shaking his head.

"No it's okay, really Ulrich often looks a little bit like shit you know? Ever since I knew him, he had the tendency of being sick, but that is no wonder since-"

"Basti!" The small brunette, who had sat down near them, was glaring at the taller boy, barking out his name. "Halt deine Klappe. Du weißt dass Ulrich das nicht leiden kann."* She angrily spat at him in German. Basti ducked his head with a well-meaning smile and raised his hands.

"Ja, tschudige, du hast Recht."** He turned back to Ron.

"Sorry, that isn't really mine to say. Instead, may I introduce my friends here? The lovely beauty there is Anna, the star of my life and dreams." He put on a somewhat theatrical tone, waving his hand towards the brunette. Said girl glared at him again, before she turned to the three.

"Hello, I'm Anna Schubert. Nice to meet you." Her hand was stretched over the table and each of them shook it once. Hermione looked from her to Sebastian and back.

"Are you...sorry that I ask but are you two..." The grin on Basti's face turned broader and Anna shook her head.

"In his dreams, no we are not nor will we ever be." She sneered. Basti put his hand over his heart acting hurt.

"Really Anna how could you..." She ignored his words, pointing to the boy next to her.

"And this is Jonathan he...Ey Jones!" She nudged him with her elbow and the boy with the long black hair looked at her confused. The hood of his hoodie was pulled over his head. He reached in and pulled out a headphone. Some music was blaring from it.

"Was?" He mumbled, frowning a little, only to get a glare from Anna too.

"Wirklich? Wir sind hier um neue Leute kennen zu lernen und das einzige was du wieder machst ist Musik zu hören?"*** Whatever Anna was saying to Jones, it seemed like she was annoyed and he was indifferent to it. He shrugged and put the earphone back into his ear. Anna threw her hands into the air in surrender and huffed again.

"Idiot!" She looked over at Ron, Harry and Hermione, who were watching. She pointed at the eating black haired boy next to her.

"Sorry about him, he is..." She seemed to search for words, before sighing with a shrug. "He is just Jones." She said with a vague smile. The three smiled back and nodded, Hermione shook her head slightly.

"It's okay. Who are the last two of your group, if I may ask and, I don't mean to be rude, but why are they sitting all alone?" She looked over the table to the end, where the two students were talking quietly to each other. Anna sighed, shaking her head.

"No, it's okay. Those are Ulrich and Svenja. They don't mean to be rude or something, but the flight wasn't helping Ulrich health and Svenja looks out for her boyfriend, so yeah. Also, he dislikes crowds and all of that due to his fame." She said with a vague shrug. Hermione and Ron both looked over to their raven-haired friend, who nodded.

"I know that feeling." He said with a little bit of bitterness in his voice. Basti frowned, looking over.

"You are famous or something?" He asked, glancing at the small thin boy. He didn't look like much, even with a phoenix in front of him. Harry sighed, lifting his hair from his forehead, to reveal the god damn scar. Basti stared at him, leaning closer, with an intense look in his face. For a moment one of them said a word before Basti glanced over to a shrugging Anna. He blinked a little.

"That's a strange scar you have there." He said, uncertainty in his voice. Harry dropped his hand looking confused at the two.

"You have really no idea who I am?" He asked in surprise, that hadn't happened before. Both shook their heads. He steeled himself.

"Before I took the name Peverell, my name was Harry Potter." He said quietly. The reaction he was thinking would come was nowhere to be seen. Anna looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I think I heard that name before. Wasn't there something about this terrorist ten years ago or something? I keep forgetting his name." She stated when Sebastian snapped his fingers.

"You mean Voldemort. Now I remember. You are the guy that survived the Killing Curse." Basti said nudging Harry slightly, making him almost tumbled to the side.

"Right, we learned about this in Verteidigung three years ago. Sorry, it's been so long since then." She offered an apologetic smile and Harry shook his head.

"No problem. I don't really like being recognized everywhere I go, so it is nice having someone not knowing." Harry said smiling a little bitter. Anna nodded in agreement and smiled a little back.

"All right, then we will handle you like Ulrich." They both smiled for a moment, before resuming to eat for a while. Then Basti grinned over at him a somewhat curious look dwelled in his eyes.

"Say, Harry, what is he like?" He asked with an eager look. Anna also leaned closer, interested all the sudden. Harry frowned.

"He?"

Basti nodded and pointed at the head table.

"Dumbledore. We have all read so much about him, what is he like?" He looked with admiration over to the head table. Harry also looked over. Professor Dumbledore was talking to the Japanese vice-headmaster, while Madam Greif was talking to Professor McGonagall. For a moment, Dumbledore, as if he knew someone was looking at him looked over and his eyes twinkled when the looked into Harry's. Harry smiled.

"He is actually rather nice. More like a grandfather kind of guy, really laid back and also a tiny bit crazy." Harry chuckled when he saw that the stars on Professor Dumbeldores robe were dancing around in happy movements. Basti blinked looking over.

"Really? We learned at school that is a phenomenal fighter, the memories of his duel with Grindelwald are shown to every class at our school." His voice trailed off. Harry smiled.

"Oh he is powerful, he is the only one Voldemort was afraid of back in the day. When I first heard of him I thought he was like this legendary man, like Merlin or something but I think he is more human than the Wizarding World thinks, with all the benefits and flaws." Harry thought about him being placed with the Dursleys, the Philosopher Stone debacle and also the Chamber of Secrets. Yes, Dumbledore was far from all-knowing and perfect. He may mean well and had something like a greater good in mind, but he wasn't perfect and Harry had learned what believing someone was about an error would mean.

Anna nodded slowly, taking a sip from her drink. "You are probably right. To us, he is this greater than life hero, but in the end, he is just a man. A great man, but still a man." All of them nodded slowly in agreement, with a strange feeling of connection between them all. Harry looked over to the Ravenclaw table to Cho. She was talking with one of the students from Japan and they laughed, the Japanese guy a little reserved, making Harry's stomach crunch a little. He knew he was stupid but seeing her laugh with another guy made him feel a little jealous. Like an ugly snake, the feeling was coiling in his chest, no matter how hard he tried to force it down. Dawn, feeling him through the bond was stirring in her sleep and quickly Harry turned his eyes away petting the small bird.

Basti leaned over to him again.

"Is it okay if I pet her? It's okay if not, but I will probably never come this close to a living phoenix ever again." His smile was honest and bright, he even winked at Harry for a moment. The boy pulled back his hand and nodded.

"Okay, but please don't wake her up, the song has exhausted the little girl." He smiled like he always did when his mind turned to Dawn and their connection. Basti stretched out his hand and run the back of his fingers over the smooth black feathers. Dawn didn't even move, not noticing. Sebastian's eyes went wide.

"Wow, that feeling is amazing. What is her name, sorry for not asking before."

Harry smiled looking down at the bundle of love in his life. He felt her dreams change due to his outpour of love through the bond and Dawn made a very catlike purring sound, enjoying her happy dreams.

"Dawn." Even these people who had just met him noticed the love and fondness that seeped through this single word. They could see that this black-haired boy loved this little bird more than anything else in the world and would do anything for her. Anna smiled.

"You are a lucky guy, Harry Peverell." She said and meant it. This was one thing she thought that showed best you could have in life, someone you love so much that only the thought of them made you smile like a loon. She hoped that she would find something like that too one day.

"Her name is Dawn." He said, his fingers running through her feathers. Anna smiled.

"What a beautiful name, very fitting."

Harry chuckled. "Don't tell her that, she will be insufferable for days afterwards." He chuckled a little more and the rest joined in. Ron leaned over asking Anna.

"Say, what is your school like? Is it a castle too?"

Sebastian smiled brightly, white tooth showing, while he shook his head.

"Oh no, not a castle, but it's amazing. It is made out of a large windmill, that is over a thousand years old. While windmill sounds small is actually huge, with additional towers in it, almost growing from the sides. It is not as impressive as Hogwarts, that's for sure but most of our school is underground anyway, built deep into the earth by the dwarfs of Karaz-a-Karaz. Their city is below the school, cutting deeper and deeper every day. The centre of the school is a deep gorge, so deep on the deepest point, you can see the molten stone bubbling. One thousand and one bridges crossing this deep gash connecting both sides. There are large statues of famous wizards and dwarf kings of old, carved into the sides of the ravine itself. But it is not dark down there, oh no. thousands of lanterns are illuminating the entire school. When you are at one of the bridges you can hear the hammers and anvils of the dwarven city, like a song from below." Sebastian was waving his hands while talking obviously loving his school.

"There are parts that large caves, a few times bigger than this hall, where there are buildings underground, large gardens and these roofs are enchanted, looking like the sky. It is incredible. You don't even realize you are underground really. It is honestly the greatest school in the world and the safest place you could be." He smiled firmly and proudly.

Ron coughed slightly.

"Excuse me, you mean second-most. Obviously, Hogwarts is the best school there is. And you can't be safer than in these very walls."

Sebastian frowned at that, looking around.

"Really? I mean yeah it is a castle and its magical defences are probably tough, but it is open to the sky and all. A broom and you are in. Königsehr doesn't have that."

Ron crossed his arms, shaking his head. "But we have Dumbledore!" He pointed out, looking at the head table. Sebastian nodded.

"Yeah, that is really something having him. Hrmm." He seemed thoughtful, then he shrugged.

"I guess we will never really find out which one is safer."

Ron didn't seem to agree but he nodded, turning back to his meal. Hermione, who had followed the conversation with slight interest leaned over to Anna.

"And how is your schooling? Do you have the same classes we do?"

Anna tilted her head slightly to the side, looking at her. "I'm not sure what classes do you have?" Hermione quickly listed the major classes of their school. Anna nodded slowly.

"Yeah, most of that is the same we have. In our schooling, Herbology and some part of Potions are a combined subject, others fall under healing. We don't have something called Defense Against the Dark Arts, ours is just called Verteidigung, meaning Defense. It isn't only focusing on Dark Creatures and Curses but is defending yourself with or without your wand really. In fact, most of our lessons are divided into five major groups so to speak. In some subjects, I am not surprised that you don't have those like rune-smithing, but I'm surprised that you don't have a Healing course or a Law subject. How is it handled here?"

Harry frowned, that was a good question. He had never thought about lawyers or healers, where they come from really. He knew it wasn't taught at Hogwarts but never really thought about where else people would learn about it. Were there other schools or would the go to the continent to learn? Luckily Hermione knew the answer like she often did.

"Most schooling is handled here at Hogwarts. Someone who wants to learn more can become the apprentice of a current master, learning and earning his own mastery. Professor Snape, for example, is the youngest potions master of the last hundred years in Britain." She frowned slightly.

"You said your schooling was divided, what do you mean?" Hermione asked, leaning onto the table with her forearms. To that Sebastian picked up the topic.

"You see in our understanding, magic is divided in different groups, symbolically shown by five objects. The sword, the heart, the scroll, the hourglass and the tree. The sword is all that is practical use, charms, transfiguration, Defense and so on. The heart is what changes the body itself, healing, potions and so on. The scroll is all the knowledge, like history, astronomy and law. The hourglass represents time and the flow of magical energies and their working. Basically magical theory. Lastly, the tree is all that comes from the outside, like magical beings, Herbology, muggles and technologies. Some subjects spread onto multiple fields while others like history, for example, are mostly one field at all."

Hermione nodded. It sounded a little strange but made somewhat sense. She tilted her head slightly.

"Is that why there are only five of you?" She asked, piecing together the puzzle pieces. Sebastian smiled nodding with a grin.

"That's right. Each of us it the best in one of the fields and in our last year at school. Our headmaster didn't want too many people coming here, so he decided only us would come. Still, we will all redo the year probably, being away and all."

Hermione could agree. She had missed out on the second half of her second year and to think you would lose an entire year was hard. She shuddered even thinking about it, while Ron also shivered, thinking about redoing a year.

"And who is who may I ask?" Ron quickly shifted over to a more comfortable topic.

Anna smiled at him slightly, trying to ignore a few crumbs on his chin.

"Sebastian here is the main scroll bearer, Jones" she nudged the eating guy who looked up for a moment and returned to the food. "Is our treehugger, myself I am the Theoretiker of our group. That leaves Svenja for the heart and Ulrich for the sword."

Ron glanced over to the two teenagers at the end of the table. To think that that guy was the world dueling champion, he had problems cutting his food with that one arm. The blond at his side was helping him with such care that you would think you were seeing a mother with her son. Ron was about to ask about the missing arm, but he somehow knew if he did that, Hermione would probably channel her inner Molly Weasley and he had been hissed at enough for one day.

The sound of a fork hitting against glass made all the students look over to the headmaster and conversations died down almost instantly. With a smile, Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet. Near him was now standing Ludo Bagman, head of the department for magical sports. The former quidditch player was smiling brightly. Like every day in a blink of an eye, the plates in front of them were completely clean, making Sebastian jump slightly.

The headmaster smiled down at the students and spread his hands.

"Now, since you have all been watered and fed, I think we get to the main attraction. Before we bring out the chest there are a few things I would like to say, so please indulge an old man, would you?" His smile was still bright, while Ron leaned over.

"What chest?" He whispered. Harry shrugged, still looking at the headmaster.

"Now, first of all, let me introduce to you Miss Dolores Umbridge, personal undersecretary for the minister." A short toad-like woman in a pink pantsuit that had an ugly cat as a collar stepped forward. She smiled with a bright but somewhat fake smile into the hall with a short wave. A few polite students raised their hands for a clap. Miss Umbridge didn't seem to mind though. Harry frowned, that was the woman that Sirius had told him about. Dumbledore continued. "And also Mr Ludo Bagmann, head of the department for magical sports and games."

There was a lot more applause for Bagman, maybe because he was a former famous beater or maybe because didn't look like you would hurt your teeth just looking at him.

"Mr Bagman and Miss Umbridge have worked hard for the past couple of months so this tournament could take place" Dumbledore continued, "And they will be sitting as judges, together with myself, Madam Greif and Professor Nobunaga, to evaluate the performances of the champions." The word 'champions' made the audience sit up more straight. Dumbledore seemed to have noticed since he smiled and waved at the entrance.

"If you would, Mr Filch, the chest."

The caretaker, who had stood in a dark corner up until now walked up to the headmaster. In his hands was a large oaken chest, large gems on the sides. It looked ancient and the students started whispering to each other. Filch placed it on a stand and retreated then again.

Dumbledore raised his voice.

"There will be three challenges for our champions, spread over the entire school year. They will be challenged in their magical prowess, their deduction skills, courage and honour. And of course their skills in face of danger."

The last words silenced the whispering around the hall again. Everybody held their breath, watching the headmaster closely.

"As you know there will be three champions ladies and gentlemen, one for each school. We judges will award points for every challenge, depending on their own performance. The champion with the most points will win the Triwizarding Trophy. An impartial judge will pick the champions..."

Everyone leaned forward when Dumbledore raised his wand and tapped it on the chest three times. The chest started melting away like it was made out of ice in a burning furnace revealing its content.

A simple goblet. Made out of wood, carved rather roughly, with no real ornaments. It was wouldn't be impressive if it wasn't for the fact that it was filled to the brim with blue flickering flames.

"The Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore said smiling, stepping behind the goblet.

"Each and every one of you who intends to join the tournament has to write down his name and school onto a piece of paper and throw it into the goblet. You have twenty-four hours to decide, tomorrow at this exact time the goblet will make its pick, deciding who it deems the most worthy of the three schools. The goblet will be on display in the entrance hall the entire time, so everyone who wants to has access to it."

Albus folded his hands in front of himself.

"In the past, people have gotten hurt and a few killed, so to make sure those who join are well prepared there will be a limitation to this. Only those that have turned seventeen, or in case of our German friends eighteen, therefore being adults, are allowed to join. I myself will place an age line around the goblet to make sure no one would succumb to the temptation." The old headmaster chuckled a little. He raised his finger and looked rather serious suddenly.

"To all of you who think about joining, I must warn you. Think long and hard about this decision. It is a serious course of action and once you have thrown your name into the goblet there is no turning back. This is a binding magical contract and you have to finish the tournament, otherwise, you will lose your magic. So think long and hard about it. Now, enough of these serious topics, so everyone time for bed."

They rose to their feet. Harry picked up the still sleeping Dawn, hoping strongly that she would sleep through the night and wouldn't wake up at four in the morning. Sebastian smiled at them.

"It was nice sitting with you guys, maybe we get to know each other well enough throughout this year." Harry smiled as well nodding.

"I hope so. Have a good night Basti, Anna, Jonathan." He nodded at them. They returned the wish for a good night and moved up to the head table to Madam Greif. Harry and his friends walked to down the table towards the door. Dean and Seamus were following them. When they reached the door Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis walked passed them. Harry bowed slightly to Daphne and she curtsied in return. Her light blond hair was once more in a complex braid and she wore that signature face bare of emotion but Harry saw a little bit of curiosity in her eyes. Was he imagining this?

"Have a good night Heiress Greengrass."

"You too, Lord Peverell." The blond quickly reached out brushing over Dawn's feathered head for a moment and then moved on quickly. Dean leaned closer to Harry.

"What is going on with you and the Ice-Queen?" He asked, with a smirking grin on his face.

Harry frowned, shaking his had, while he glared at his dorm mate.

"Nothing, our families are allies. Also don't call her that, it's rude."

Before Dean could answer Fred and George moved up to them.

"An age line...like that would stop us." One of them laughed. Hermione frowned.

"You can't be serious." She stated. Fred, or was it George, laughed loudly.

The Gryffindors moved on up to their tower and when he was in his bed, Dawn cuddled up to him and warming him while purring in her sleep, Harry still uncertain whether Fred and George only said what they had to get a rise out of his bushy-haired friend.

Padfoot looked up at the full moon, hanging big and white in the sky. The wind was ruffling the leaves on the trees and he was happy for his thick black fur. In his human form, Sirius would have shivered in the cold but this was fine. In fact, his tongue was hanging out, panting. They had run for some time. Moony had followed some trail he smelled and Padfoot had kept close. Not that there was any risk. This land was deserted, warded and controlled entirely. Also, it was an island, surrounded by the ocean. And since Moony disliked swimming and water in general, they were absolutely fine. Still, he kept an eye out for his friend.

Moony had been alone for over a decade now, never someone close when he was at his lowest, making Padfoot's heartache for his friend. Remus was such a loving and caring friend, warm-hearted and just roundabout nice. For him to be alone was not fair. And Sirius felt guilty.

It had been his action that made Remus lonely during these times. Like so often he wished he hadn't gone after Peter. Wished more so he had never said Wormtail should be the secret keeper. It was a spiral to no end but Sirius felt still bad.

Moony had stopped. The large wolf was standing on two legs, sniffing. His fur was thinner than Padfoot's but the cold didn't bother him. He was sniffing and his friend saw the large scars on his shoulders and flanks, some new wounds. Moony always got new ones when he transformed and clawed at himself, trying to ease the pain somewhat, only making it worse. Padfoot sighed, walking closer carefully. While he had run with Moony so many times, he hadn't for a long time and the wolf needed to adjust to him again. It had growled when he had come to close before and even snapped at him once. So Padfoot kept his distance and barked once, inquisitively, wondering what Mooney had smelled. The wolf lowered himself, sniffing again. He ignored his friend, focused now, then he started running again, following a large rabbit that scurried away. Padfoot barked again and jumped after him.

Maybe one day he could make up for the loneliness.

Jacob Blumberg was whistling happily while he stirred in the pot filled with sauce. He wasn't a professional cook but he thought of himself as a talented amateur. He leaned down, looking into the oven. The beef he had put in there was a wonderful dark brown and simmering in the heat. He stood up straight again. The roast would need only a few more minutes. He leaned over, checking the potatoes. Julia loved good potatoes and Jacob was eager to get these right. He wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing looking at the clock. Almost nine o'clock, she would be here soon. Everything looked good. His eyes turned over to the table. Set up with two plates, the candles were ready, soft music was playing in the background. Very good. He put his hand into his pocket, fiddling with the small box that was in there. God, he was nervous.

He and Julia had known each other for five years now and had been dating for two. They both worked at the department of magical transportation. Julia worked for floo registration and Jacob was working in maintenance, fixing broken-down public floo chimnies, checking the trails of the Hogwarts Express, fixing the international portkey sites, everything in between, Jacob was the guy. Whenever someone had to go outside to do something it was him or his colleague Henry. They walked out there fixing the smaller parts and pieces, everything too small for the department of magical catastrophes. It was a little dull but he had fun, he was outside a lot and not bunked behind a desk all day like most people working for the ministry.

Julia groaned every so often about her workload and how boring her job was, but being a muggle-born there weren't as many jobs as you would think you available. Julia's NEWT's weren't bad but nothing super exceptional, so she was stuck in this low paying job.

Jacob looked around the flat one more time, checking for the tenth time now that everything was clean and in place. His half-Persian half tabby cat Parcival was lying on the couch, watching him with one eye open. The cat had been rather indifferent to his human walking around the flat the entire day like a chicken with what its head cut off. Jacob put away a magazine he now thought should be put away, only to return it to its place a moment later. It looked too empty without it.

He looked at his watch again. Only two minutes had passed by while he nervously bit his lip. Today was the day. His hand slid down his pocket again clutching at the small black box. Today he would ask her. Everything had to be perfect for it. He leaned down to look into the stove again. The roast looked good better take it out before-

*Ring*

The doorbell made him almost jump out of his shoes. Merlin was he tense. He quickly straightened his clothes pulling off the apron while walking to the door. He stopped for a moment to check his hair in the mirror. Everything like he wanted it to be, or mostly. He never was one with great and good looking hair. In fact, he was not the most handsome guy but he had a warm heart and an honest and quick mind. Yes, his tummy was a little bigger and he had started losing his hair early but Julia always said that was just his brain making room for itself. He was a Ravenclaw after all. First of his family to be sorted there ever since his great grandmother Jarmina. He smoothed his hair once more and took a deep breath. his fingers curled around the handle and he pulled open the door with a smile.

"Hey, Julia how wa..." His voice trailed off and he lost it completely. This wasn't Julia. Instead there stood a woman with raven black hair and pale skin. She wore black robes and a leather corset, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her eyes were steel grey and stared at him with hunger. A cruel smile was spreading across her face. Her hair was hanging down like tendrils. Jacob felt his hands shake slightly. He knew this face, he had seen it before in the papers and on wanted posters all over the Ministry.

"Hello, Jacob." The women said with a honey-like voice while she stepped closer. Jacob moved back almost falling over the foot stand. His eyes were glued to the tip of her wand, dancing in his face. His face was ashen while the women smirked, stepping closer and forcing him back even more.

"What a wonderful evening we are having don't you think Jacob?" She sniffed the air, grinning. "Oh am I right on time for dinner? How lovely." Another step, another stumble from Jacob. He finally found his words.

"P-Please I-"

"Shshshsh, no pleading it doesn't fit a pureblood, even a blood traitor like yourself." She said with a happy tone in her voice like she would correct a child. She tilted her head again sniffing once more.

"That smells really good Jacob. You have to give me the recipe, for my little Nev." She said pointing at the chair in his kitchen. Jacob sat down. Quickly she took the other one. Leaning over the table while still holding her wand at him, the black-haired woman grinned.

"W-what do you want?" He stuttered out, his neck and hands sweating. She shook her head.

"Jacob really, how rude. I'm here for just a nice talk you know? Nothing else, just you and me having a little talky-talk." The last words were spoken in a childlike voice.

*Ring* Again the doorbell rung. Jacob almost peed himself in scare. That must be Julia. Oh Merlin no, not her. Please please-

"That would be that mudblood of yours right? Let's get her in here, the more the merrier, don't you think?" She gestured with her wand. Jacob whimpered.

"Please..."

"What did I say about pleading Jacob? Tztztz." Bellatrix Lestrange shook her head in a disappointed manner, while she made him stand up. Imperius was such a wonderful spell. She wasn't such an artist as her master with it but still, there was not much more lovely than using it on those blood traitors. Making them use the other spell, the one she loved the most, on those mudbloods they loved so dearly it was just wonderful, glorious. Fitting for them to clean up the mess they ignored so long. Tonight there would be a new clean up, she knew it already feeling the tingling down there when she thought about the look of betrayal and desperation in that girl's eyes when her loved one would put her under into a hell of pain and agony. It would be wonderful. And she would get her answers. Bellatrix always got her answers. She giggled to herself happily, thinking that she was one step closer to having her little Neville in her lap. And the fun would be the whole night.

A short time later the cat Percival fled the small flat, being chased away by the tearful screams of a young woman and the sobbed pleading of his human, who begged for mercy. Even the smell of the now black roast wouldn't keep him at a place of such atrocities.

German sentences:

* Shut your mouth. You know Ulrich hates us talking about that.

** Yes, sorry, you are right.

*** Really? We came here to meet new people and all your are doing is listening to music?