AN: Thanks to all the reviews...hope you like this one. Its kinda long, but alot of stuff happens. Ohh...drama...love it...time to grab the bag of popcorn...Enjoy!

The Great Hall was lit by hundreds of floating candles, with a bewitched ceiling looming above; tonight looking black and stormy. The newly sorted first years sat at their tables, eyes glowing brightly. Everyone's stomachs were full to the brim with the many delicious foods served at the Opening Feast. The room was filled with voices, but soon quieted when Professor Dumbledore raised his hand.

"Now that we're all settle it and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home of some very special guests as well. Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event…the Triwizard Tournament!" The room erupted with voices, and the excitement rose. The room quieted when Dumbledore raised his hand.

"For those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now, let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say that these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime."

At this, the doors at the end of the hall opened, and in poured about twenty girls, all wearing pale blue dresses. The scampered up the aisle, blowing butterflies and kisses everywhere, making nearly all the boys drool. To Christianna, and to Hermione and Ginny, it was quite a dumb show. Just an excuse for snobbish girls to show off what the they've got.

"And now our friends from the north," boomed Dumbledore, "please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang, and the high master Igor Karkaroff."

Again, the doors swung open, and in marched the men of the north. They brandished their staffs, swirling them around and hitting them against the ground, sending sparks up. Chris would have thought this a pretty cheap trick, if it had not been for the fact that they men performing these tricks were all tall, dark, and handsome. Now nearly all the girls were drooling. And then, at the back of the group, marching tall and serious, was none other than Viktor Krum. The Hall erupted in whispers at the famous Seekers presence. She could barely contain my excitement. First the World Cup and now the Triwizard Tournament.

"Your attention please!" continued Dumbledore. "I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason the Ministry as seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magic Cooperation Minister Bartimus Crouch." Applause rang out for this important figure.

But before Mr. Crouch could speak, lightning streaked across the ceiling, and great booms of thunder echoed throughout the hall. Many people began to scream, for nothing like this had ever happened before. Then, suddenly, a great streak of light originating from a corner behind the staff table hit the ceiling, causing it to return to a calm starry sky once more. A tall dark man stepped out of the shadows. He was a monster of a man, with a grotesque face.

It was a face unlike Christianna had ever seen. The face was covered by so many scars, it was as if to have been carved by wood. A large portion of his nose was missing. One eye was dark and beady, will the other was a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye was moving without ceasing, without blinking, and was rolling in every direction. The stranger reached Dumbledore, and gave a warm handshake and hug. He then plopped down at the table, and began pulling plates of food towards him.

"I am proud to introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody," said Dumbledore, smiling. The hall remained silent. Everyone was too transfixed on the new stranger to say anything.

The silence was broken when Mr. Crouch stepped in the front of the hall, and began to speak. "After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final." Once again, the hall erupted in noise, only this time out of protest than excitement. It took a yell from Dumbledore for silence to settle into the room.

A large box was placed at the front of the hall. Soon, it melted away, revealing a very crudely cut wooden goblet. Suddenly, the goblet erupted into blue flames. Christianna gasped…she had seen that before…

"The goblet of fire," said Dumbledore. "Anyone wising to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

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The following day at breakfast, Christianna and George Weasley were engaged in a heavy conversation regarding Zonko products, when Cedric walked over at sat down.

"Good morning Ced!" said Christianna happily.

"And a good morning to you too Chris!" he replied smiling. "Have you gotten your schedule yet?" he asked, holding up a white piece of parchment.

"Yeah, we've got Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Astronomy and Herbologytogether," she said.

"Brilliant. Right. Well, I'm off to the Quidditch field. Couple of the guys wanted to just play around a bit," he smirked.

"Well, be careful. It's about to storm," Christianna said pointing up at the ceiling, which was still rather stormy.

"What can I say? I love to play dangerously," he said, flashing a wicked grin. He nodded to George, then walked off, joining his friends. George made a rather suggestive noise.

"And what was that for, Mr. Weasley?" asked Christianna, shooting him an evil glare.

"Oh, nothing. It just looks like Cedric's taken a big gulp of some love potion," he said, his eyebrows raised.

"First Hermione, now you. Plus, you know no one else can have my heart than you George Weasley," she said jokingly.

"Ah, I might have known. I knew your love of Zonko products made you the girl after my own heart…" he said, fully of flamboyance, his red hair flying everywhere as he performed an elaborate bow.

"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore." And with that, she walked off a big smile on her face.

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Christianna knocked gingerly on Dumbledore's door. She heard a gentle, "Come in," and opened the door. She never tired of seeing his office, full of magical objects and moving pictures and countless books. But her favorite aspect of the room was Fawkes, the phoenix. He flew over to her when she entered, and obliging, she brought out her arm to give him a roost.

"Still enamored with you, I see," said a voice towards the back of the office. Dumbledore stared at her through his half-moon spectacles, his wise eyes twinkling.

"I always have had a knack for animals," she said sheepishly.

"But I assume that is not the reason you came to visit me this morning. However, if that was indeed your purpose, then by all means, don't let me intrude. He is oftentimes exceedingly more interesting than I." A smile tugged at the corners of Dumbledore's mouth.

"No, Headmaster," she said, suddenly very aware of Dumbledore's penetrating stare.

"Well then, Ms. Greenwood. Please sit down and enlighten me as to your coming here this morning," he said, motioning toward a chair. She obliged and sat down.

"When I was at the World Cup, I had more visions. Dreams actually. I think they're starting again." This got his attention. He gazed at her over his half-moon spectacles. His silence, though disconcerting, was also comforting. He was obviously concerned about this, considering a few more wrinkles were added to his already furrowed brow.

"And what was the content of these new dreams?" he asked.

"Well, I saw the Dark Mark before it appeared, and I saw the goblet of fire, brimming with the blue flames, illuminating the Great Hall. Both have already come true. I'm worried that I will have more, and they will be of a darker nature than these." She looked up at him anxiously. He was silent, pondering over this new information. After a few moments, he got up and walked over to one of his bookshelves, and gazed at the many bobbles he had. Then, with a sigh, he turned to her and spoke.

"When you first told me of your visions four years ago, I sensed something in you. I am sure you are aware that these visions are not a part of your average physic powers. These visions are deeper, hold more meaning, but as to their final purpose, I do not know. I am afraid that only you can master these dreams, and only you will find their ultimate meaning." He stared at her intently.

"But…I'm terrified of them…I have been from the beginning. I never know what to do. Someone always ends up getting hurt. I feel guilty because I could have stopped them, and yet when I have them I don't know what to make of them, and then when I finally do, it's too late to do anything…and that Hat must have made a mistake sorting me into Gryffindor because I am positive that I have no courage whatsoever when it comes to acting on these visions…" She sighed heavily. Dumbledor raised his eyebrows. She had just spoken a flurry of words, but he continued on as if it was normal to speak a thousand words a minute.

"Be assured, Ms. Greenwood, that the Sorting Hat has yet to make a mistake when it comes to sorting people into their proper houses. I am more than confident that when the time comes, you will find your strength to do whatever it is that needs to be done. But I am also afraid that whatever has to be done, in accordance with your visions, will fall onto your shoulders, and yours alone. These were given to you. This immense power was given to you. You have been given glimpses into the foggy future. The possibilities are endless. Use this power well…If you do not find a way, no one will. And I hate to be a negligent headmaster, but I am afraid I have a meeting with the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I trust you know your way out." He rested his hand reassuringly on her shoulder, and gave her a quick nod.

"Thank you, Headmaster," and with that, she made her way out to the lake, where she planned to rest, and think over what all she just learned.

Wow...now wasn't that exciting. Now please, review! Tell me what you think! Hints, suggestions, comments, concerns, ideas, whatever...just send them my way and I promise that I won't hate you!

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