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Chapter 11
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Harry walked into the great hall and sat down next to Ron and Hermione. He grabbed a plate and got some food, looking around him for Will, to try and apologise for what happened. Will was nowhere to be seen. He hadn't been in any of his lessons, and he hadn't been at lunch. In fact, nobody had seen Will since this morning. Harry turned back to his food and started eating.
"Where do you think Will is, Hermione?" asked Lyra, looking around the room like Harry had done.
"I don't know. He hasn't been in all day. Ron?" Hermione looked over at Ron who was shovelling food into his mouth as fast as he could. "Oh Ronald. That is disgusting."
"I think he might be really embarrassed that Harry won him in a duel. I don't know," said Ron, going back to his food.
"I don't think so." Harry said nervously, looking around again. "I think he's run off. When I went to the dorm after lunch to check the map, it was gone and Will's bed was empty! I think he might have stolen it, I don't know."
Hermione and Ron looked really worried, but Lyra didn't understand why Will would steal a map of the school.
"What is this map?" asked Lyra.
Harry looked at her and answered, "The map was very special to me. My dad created it with his friends. The map is called the Marauder's Map. It lets you see the contents of Hogwarts and the people in it."
Lyra grasped the realisation on the subject and wondered if Will really did steal the Marauder's Map and where he was. Lyra still loved Will, but not in that way anymore.
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX"How can I help Father?" asked Will, bowing to Voldemort as Wormtail had done. His fathers crumpled form looked up at Will.
"You do not need to bow to me son, I am your equal, as you are mine." as Voldemort said this, Wormtail's eyes widened in shock, as The Dark Lord had said a boy his equal. This would come as a surprise to many, as most of The Dark Lord's followers thought themselves his most loyal follower, but never an equal.
"Well father, I shall help you in anyway possible. Even if that includes killing Harry Potter." Will's warrior voice returning to him every moment he was in the company of his father.
Voldemort smiled as his own son hated the Potter boy as much as himself. "The darkness is within you. All you need is to break it out." Voldemort's voice turned cold, "Wormtail, my son must train. Bring us to the training room."
Wormtail nodded, walked over to the crumpled mess that was Lord Voldemort, picked him up and walked out of the room, Will in tow. They walked down a set of stairs, across a floor towards a portrait of two snaked entwine with each other. Voldemort whispered something to Wormtail, who turned around to show the weak Voldemort to Will.
"Do you speak Parseltongue?" asked Voldemort, looking directly into Will's eyes so he could see the truth behind the tough exterior. Will nodded. "Excellent. Since I presume that you shall be living here, this is the entrance to the training room. Only a Parselmouth is able to get into most rooms here as I had given Wormtail a surge of pure magical power to create the Parseltongue doors, which will be the doors for some rooms." Will nodded along. "As a test of your Parseltongue, I want you to open the door. The word to open it is for you to find out."
"Right." Said Will, staring into his fathers scarlet eyes surrounded by a flat, snakelike face. "Open." Nothing happened. "Open up." again nothing happened. "Admit." The large portrait opened up to reveal a huge room filled with targets, wands, potion vials, cauldrons, spell and potion books and other things scattered about the room.
"Wormtail!" Voldemort shouted. "Train my son. I shall be watching from the chair in the corner."
Wormtail walked over to the chair in the corner with Voldemort in his arms and dropped him into it with utmost care and co-ordination. He then quickly paced over to Will and told his to take out his wand. Wormtail looked over at Voldemort.
"What s-shall I t-t-teach him, M-my Lord?" asked Wormtail, shaking slightly.
The scarlet eyes flicked up at Wormtail with the slightest hint of annoyance. "Teach him what is needed. The Dark Mark for instance. Or the unforgivables. When I rebuild my body, I shall show you, Will, how to be an accomplished Legilimens." Both Will and Wormtail nodded.
"The d-d-dark Mark," Wormtail said. "Is the symbol of the Dark Lord. Its a-appearance is that of a s-skull with a s-snake coming out of the m-m-mouth in place of the tongue. It is s-summoned using the I-I-incantation 'Morsmordre'." Wormtail took out his wand and said the incantation, but very feebly. A long green spectre emerged from the tip of his wand and created a small green skull made out of what looked like dust, only sparkling green. "This is a miniature version."
Will was pretty amazed at the sight of the snake projecting from the skulls open mouth.
"Its is c-cast when s-someone had been k-killed." Stuttered Wormtail. "The D-d-dark Lords followers, the d-Death E-eaters, have it branded into t-their arms to show their a-a-alliance." Wormtail pulled back the sleeve on his left arm to reveal the same snake protruding from the skulls mouth. It was exactly the same as the miniature one suspended in the air.
Will looked to his father and asked, "Shall I be receiving one of these?"
"No son. I shall devise a new version of this, for when you take over." Said Voldemort and Will nodded.
Voldemort looked at Will. "Do you wish to keep your name? Or do you wish to devise a new name? One which wizards and witches everywhere will fear?"
"Yes. But what name would people fear?" asked Will.
"I shall think about this, while you train." Will nodded and got on with the training with Wormtail.
"Now, shall you try the D-dark Mark?" Wormtail asked Will, who nodded. "R-r-remember, the I-I-incantation is Morsmordre, m-my Dark Prince."
"The Dark Prince. I like that. Its like what they call you, father. The Dark Lord and his Dark Prince." Will laughed.
Will held his wand ready and spoke it. The skull emerged from the tip of Wills wand, growing in size and opening its mouth for the snake to jut out. The snake started winding its way around the skull, poking in and out of the mouth, eyeholes and nostrils, showing off its huge teeth ready to pounce on unexpecting things. Will's eyes glowed with the reflection of the miniature Dark Mark suspended in the air.
"Very good, Son. Most of my Death Eaters can not get it right on their first try." The more time Voldemort spent with his son, the more fatherly he became. Voldemort was getting used to being a father. "I shall continue the searching for your new name."
"S-shall we m-m-move on to t-the U-unforgivables, my P-prince?" asked Wormtail, trying not to look into Will's eyes.
"No need." Will said this in a very reckless way. Voldemort looked directly at Will. "I can already do them wandlessly." It was like it meant no big deal to him. Voldemort's eyes light up.
"Wandlessly?" he asked. Will nodded. "Well this is very advanced for someone in their fourth year! I'm – I'm – I'm very p-proud of you."
Wormtail looked shocked, as though someone he was very close to had just died. The Death Eaters had received praise for completing a task, but never for something as measly as the unforgivables.
"M-my Lord, w-w-what shall I teach y-your s-s-son now?" asked Wormtail, staring to shake violently at the though of the most powerful dark wizard with his son in the same room as him.
"Teach him spells that shall help him in the last task of the Triwizard Tournament." Will turned to Voldemort, surprised that he was going back.
"I'm going back?" he asked shocked.
"I want you to at least complete your fourth year of schooling before I let you stay. Wormtail shall take you back to the school, after all he helped create that map sticking out of your pocket."
"Ok, father. But how will I get back to you at the end of the year?"
"You must pretend to be friends with Potter and gain his trust again. Then in the last task you shall convince him to take the cup and be portkeyed to the graveyard at the bottom of the garden where he shall be portkeyed to, for my return."
"Why do you need Potter anyway?"
"His blood." Voldemort explained how Harry's mother had done some ancient protective spell, which blocked the Avada Kedavra, forcing Voldemort to leave his body and relay on his followers to bring him back, and that he wanted to use Harry's blood so the ancient protection would be broke as they would share the same blood.
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXWormtail Apparated to the Shrieking Shack where he told Will was a secret path to the castle, which would come out at the Whomping Willow. He led Will towards the secret exit from the Shrieking Shack and told him that when he came out of the tunnel to press the knot in the root that would immobilise the tree. Will ran up the stairs and found the portrait Wormtail had been talking about, a big tree. He stated the password 'werewolf' and ran through the tunnel, pressing the knot in the root and running up to the castle saw that it was a full moon. Scary coincidence! Thought Will as he stared at the moon, filling the sky with its presence. Will pelted up the stairs as fast as he could took a left and up some more stairs to the seventh floor where the Fat Lady would be waiting for the password.
"Banana Fritters." Stated Will to the Fat Lady and she swung open to let him pass.
Harry looked up to see who had just come in. He quickly got up and rushed over to Will.
"Look, I don't know why you've been angry with me but whatever it was can we just put it behind us?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, sure. Look, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I was just really angry that I couldn't beat you at the underwater duel. But do you know what place I came? And did they tell us what the next task was? I didn't stay long enough to hear."
"Its fine. And you came second to me. Then Krum, then Fleur. And I don't know what the task is, but I'm preparing for the worst."
Perfect. Thought Will. The plan is coming together nicely. Will plunged his hands into his pockets and felt the smoothness of the portkey inside his pocket and was reassured that he would be able to be by his fathers side as he killed Potter.
Flashback"Before you get to the graveyard you must alter your appearance, so in the unlikely event he survives you will be able to keep your place at Hogwarts." Said Voldemort, going over what Will should do at the last task. "Your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is a death eater in disguise. He has been taking Polyjuice Potion to look like Alastor Moody and will help you through the maze by sending you though message's of which way to go. You will not be alone. Wormtail, teach my Son how to magically change your appearance."
End of Flashback.
"Where's Lyra? I kinda need to speak with her." Asked Will.
"She's with Hermione in the library, looking up something for the Potions essay set by Snape." Answered Harry.
Will nodded and ran out of the Portrait hole and down the stairs he had just come up. He ran along the fourth floor corridor and along to the library. Will walked in and started looking through the rows of books for the two girls. He found them and sat down next to them asking to be alone with Lyra for a minute. Hermione walked off, with Will's eye following her until she was out of his line of view. Will turned to Lyra, lost for words.
"Lyra," he started, but was cut off.
"I'm sorry Will, but me and Harry are going out, and I think we should just be friends. After all, we were only friends who love each other. It was like we were brother and sister. Nothing more. I hope you understand." She said with tears in her eyes.
"Yes." Lied Will, his blood boiling at the thought of Harry and Lyra going out. "I understand." His voice was sad and breaking with the thought that she might no longer love him. "But you could have told me sooner, I didn't want to find out from someone else, which I did."
"I'm sorry, Will, but you were in such a bad mood, I didn't know what to do. Harry had thought you nicked off with his map, and we didn't know where you were. Sorry."
"Its fine. But I have to go now." Will stood up and walked out of the library and Hermione came back and sat down next to Lyra.
"What did he want?" asked Hermione.
"If me and Harry were going out or not." Choked Lyra.
"What did you say?"
"I said yes we were and he said he understands."
Hermione nodded her understanding. They packed up their stuff and left the Library as Madam Pince went round the shelves saying that the library was closing.
Will ran up into the dorm and quickly placed the Map back into Harry's trunk before climbing into bed to go to sleep.
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXThe Yule Ball was in two days time and most people had dates except from Will and Ron. Will, Ron and Harry were walking down the stairs into the dungeons to Potions. It was a miserable day and was made even more miserable by Snape giving Will a detention for not handing his homework even though he wasn't in.
"Right ten points for no homework. Today we shall be making The Mandrake Draught and your essays on them should help you." Sniggered Snape. "Everyone in singles. The instructions are in you books." There was a little moan from the class and everyone got started.
Will took out his textbook and looked up Mandrake Draught.
The Mandrake Draught is highly complicated and requires a lot of concentration. The draught is a powerful antidote that is used to revive people who have been petrified.
Ingredients:
150l Water
1 Mature Mandrake,
50g crushed Belladonna leaf,
100g powdered Graphorn,
Fill cauldron with the 150l of water and set cauldron to heat for ten minutes. Chop the mandrake's leaves off and crush them with the flat side of a silver knife for the most of the juice. Pour it into the juice with the crushed leaves into the cauldron and stir counter-clockwise for ten minutes, then one clockwise stir every ten counter-clockwise until purple in colour and thin in texture. Add 25g of the Belladonna Leaf and stir clockwise for five minutes and add the rest of the Belladonna Leaf, stirring it for five minutes counter-clockwise. Dice the rest of the Mandrake with a silver knife and add it to the cauldron leaving it to simmer for five minutes. Add the half of the powdered Graphorn to the cauldron and stir ten times clockwise. Add the rest of the powdered Graphorn and stir clockwise until a light red colour. Let simmer for ten minutes and the result should be a thick, blood red potion.
Will added the last of the Graphorn and stirred it clockwise. He took out the wooden spoon and saw that the potion attached to the end was the colour the textbook had described. He shook off the last of the potion from the spoon and let it simmer. Will flicked through the rest of his textbook to see what else they would be doing. Snape came round the tables to check on how everyone was doing. He stopped beside Will and looked into his cauldron. His eyes narrowed as he saw the perfect potion, brewing in Will's cauldron.
"Ten points from Griffindor for copying Granger and loafing about." Said Snape with a sneer.
"But I didn't copy Hermione, I'm further than her. And I'm not loafing about. I'm waiting for ten minutes for the potion to simmer." Argued Will, standing up to face Snape. Will was actually taller than Snape and looked down on him.
"Still, I don't take cheek from my students. So ten points off anyway."
"Why do you pick on students anyway? You just like the Slytherin's because you're the head of their house, and you pick on everyone else because you feel like it's your dutey because you must have been bullied at school yourself." Will's voice changed into a growl as he took out his wand and pointed at Snape's neck. "But you can't pick on me, you want to know why? Because I don't get frightened by bullies and I stand up to my oppressors. So don't take your pathetic schoolboy days out on me. Got it?"
"That's another twenty points from Griffindor for threatening to attack a teacher and another twenty for shouting and not doing work. Now sit DOWN MR PARRY, AND PUT AWAY YOUR WAND."
"Yes."
"Sir."
"Oh, there's no need to call me sir professor."
"Detention, with me, this Saturday. You shall be scrubbing bedpans in the Hospital. So I guess you'll not be going to the Yule Ball." Sneered Snape, sitting back down behind his desk.
"I wasn't planning on going anyway." Said Will glumly. He had been planning to go if he could get a date, but everyone was already going with someone.
"Great. Times up, potions in."
Will bottled up his potion and placed it on his desk. Snape looked at them all and gave the lowest mark to Will even though his and Hermione's were the best ones there. Will quickly bottled up some more of his potion, stuffed into his pocket and emptied his cauldron.
Will gathered up his stuff and walked out of the potions room to sit outside under the beach tree by the lake. Will took out a book from his bag, that he took from the library last night as he was exiting it and started to read it.
A guide to Healing Magic.
Will flicked through the pages until he came across the healing spells. Healing for healing cuts, broken bones and to stop infection, the incantation is EpiskeyWill looked at where he had cut himself with the knife on the morn after he and Lyra had came to Hogwarts, it still had not healed. Neither had his fingers, but they had both stopped bleeding for Will had brought some bloodmoss with him for his wounds.
He pointed his wand at the cut on his forearm and whispered "Episkey." The skin around the cut leapt over the cut and flattened itself down over it, stitching its self-up. Will was amazed. He then pointed his wand at the scabless, bloodless, skinless, stubs that were his fingers, and whispered again "Episkey." The wound started to heal, but half way through, it opened up again and started bleeding furiously.
Scared, Will pointed his wand at the cut again and this time shouted the incantation. The wound stopped bleeding and closed, stitching itself back up as it did so. Will let out a sigh of relief, he thought that it might never close. But that's what happened when you became the knife bearer, you lost two fingers. That is the curse of the Subtle Knife.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lyra came and sat down next to Will.
"Will, why are you covered in blood?" asked Hermione, shocked.
"My wounds opened up again." He said, holding up the two stubs for fingers. "But I've been practising healing magic and closed it again."
"Cool, I was thinking of becoming a Healer when I leave school." Stated Ron, looking at the book resting on Will's lap. "Can I borrow that?"
"Yeah sure." Said Will passing him the book and standing up. "I'm going for a swim. Anyone wanna join?"
"It's too cold for me." Said Lyra, Hermione agreed. Will looked over at Ron and Harry, who shook their heads.
"Oh well, just me then." Will took off his school top, showing off his muscles to the girls, transformed his shoulder bones into wings and took off, heading further out from the shoreline and dived into the lake.
The cold refreshing water took Will out his bad mood he had received from Snape, and let Will be himself for a while, not pretending to like Harry, and not showing his dislike for him either but just being himself without the little complications. Will swam across the lake to the other side and dried himself off, when a small black raven flew over and landed on his shoulder.
"Hey, Kirjava." Will said, he was now coming to terms that he had a dæmon, and he could now recognise it.
"Hello. So where are we going?" she asked.
"I'm going flying but first. Accio Firebolt." His firebolt must still be lying at the gate, unless someone had picked it up. He heard the familiar sound of his broomstick flying up behind him. It came to halt next to him and Will climbed onto it, rushing away at high speed. Will did a route of the castle, the wind rushing through his hair making him feel an emotion that he had never felt before. He felt like he was free. Freedom was escaping from all the hassle and conflict of the ground below. Will's broom climbed higher and higher, shuddering slightly as he climbed higher than the school. The cold air felt like knives on his bare torso, but Will didn't notice this as he just wanted to escape reality and so, climbed higher than the highest clouds. The sun shone brightly as Will sky-rocketed, his broom shaking violently as though it could not cope with the pressure as Will went higher and high not looking back. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lyra, watching from bellow only saw him as a large dot, getting smaller and smaller.
Will was now about 20 metres from the border between space and atmosphere, not caring if he would break the into space and be lost for eternity, unable to turn around and come back down to earth, unable to keep going for lack of air.
10metres.
9metres.
8metres.
7metres.
5metres. For Will, turning back was not an option, his broom shaking so violently was almost throwing him off. But Will held on, not wanting to let go, not wanting to fall to his death.
3metres. Will felt his last breath leave his body and his hands loosened. He stared at the stars growing bigger and bigger. They were beautiful.
2metres. Ice covering his body in a protective shell. Wills eyes closed.
1metre. He slipped into unconsciousness and let go.
Will fell. The air whipping around him as he fell. Sixty-two miles below, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lyra saw the dot grow and grow. They panicked as they realised he was falling. Harry ran to get Dumbledore to prevent Will's departure into death. Harry pelted up the stairs to the second floor and along the empty stone corridor to the stone gargoyle. Harry shouted the password and bolted up the elevating staircase to Dumbledore's office and banged on the door. He heard the calm voice of Dumbledore say enter and ran into the room.
"Will's in danger. He's falling from the sky. He was really high up and everything." Harry shouted. Dumbledore's eyes widened and he muttered something in a strange tongue, which Harry did not understand.
"Grab hold of me Harry, and quickly now." Shouted Dumbledore. Harry ran round the desk as Dumbledore stood up and grabbed hold of him. The next thing he knew was his feet lifted of the floor and he felt like metal chains were crushing him, tightening so he could hardly move. His feet touched back down and he opened his eyes. He closed them because he felt like they were going to pop. They were standing out side and Will wasn't far from the ground. Dumbledore took out his wand and flicked it. Will slowed down and crashed into the Black Lake.
Dumbledore jumped into the water and swam after the now drowning Will. He dived under the water, his wizard's hat floating to the surface and emerged a moment later with the unconscious Will in his arms, swimming back to the shoreline. Then, with a small pop, he and Will were gone. Dumbledore placed Will into one of the hospital beds and went to get Madam Pomfrey. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lyra rushed into the hospital wing and over to Will's bed. Dumbledore came out of Madam Pomfrey's office and walked over to them. He muttered something in that strange language that Harry heard him say before and looked down at Will.
Madam Pomfrey rushed over, looking at Will and waving her wand, checking his temperature, breathing, if there were any cuts or bruises and finally said that he was going to be alright but would be in a coma for two days. She left the group around him and went back into her office.
"What happened?" asked Dumbledore after a while.
"Well, he summoned his broomstick and took off. Then it looked as though the broom started shuddering and he want higher; it looked like he was going to go into space. Then it looked like he fell off his broom and fell." Said Ron really fast.
Dumbledore nodded. "I think we should leave him alone. I've asked Madam Pomfrey to inform you all when he awakes."
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXWill awoke on Saturday, the day of the Yule Ball and got out of bed. His legs were unstable and his knees buckled. Madam Pomfrey rushed out of her office in her nightgown and Will guessed that it was still very early.
"Back in bed now. You suffered quite a fall. You shouldn't get out of bed just yet." She picked him up and placed him back into his bed.
Will looked around and saw that he had loads of card and sweets all around his bed. He went to the nearest card beside his bed and read it.
Will,
Hope you get better soon.
From Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Will opened the next one.
Will,
Hope you get better soon. And I'm sorry for everything.
Love from Lyra.
Will smiled. At least she had said sorry. He opened one at the end of his bed.
Will,
Hope you get better for the Yule Ball, and if you wake up then, do you want to go to it with me?
From Romilda Vane.
Romilda Vane. Romilda Vane. Where had he heard that name before? Oh yeah. Thought Will, She was one of the second years I had frightened a few days after I came.
Will opened the next card, he had got another invitation to go with to the Yule Ball. It looked like almost going into space was amazing to other people. But he had just wanted to let go and be free.
Will,
Hope you get better soon. Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me is your awake?
Katie Bell.
She was in the year above Will. An older woman eh? He chuckled at his little joke and opened another card.
Will,
I hope you get better soon and do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?
Megan Jones. Hufflepuff.
Will had never heard of her, but his newly acquired fame was influencing everybody.
Dear Will,
Hope your better soon. Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?
Hannah Abbott.Will scanned through the rest of the cards he had received and got more invitations. He rested his head back against the pillow waited for the moment when he was allowed visitors. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lyra were first to find out and rushed down to the Hospital to see him. Will greeted them with a weak smile and motioned for them to come and sit next to him. Ron looked around in awe at the many invitations Will had received.
"Don't you have a detention with Snape?" asked Lyra.
"Not anymore. Dumbledore said to Snape that I should be allowed to go and that I was having a hard time."
"So who you gonna go with?" he asked eagerly. Hermione looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"Honestly Ronald." She said.
Will laughed. "I don't know. Who do you think I should go with, seeing as you seem to know so much?"
"Well, looking at who asked you, I think you should go with Katie Bell or Romilda Vane."
"Ok then. Seeing as she's in the second year and wouldn't be going unless someone ask her, I'll go with Romilda Vane."
They talked for the rest of the day, until Madam Pomfrey came and said that Will needed to take another potion before he could go. Will gladly excepted and went off with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Lyra to find Romilda Vane to tell her that he would go to the Ball with her.
She was sitting with a group of friends in front of the fire. Will walked up to her, her friends looked at him and giggled.
"Romilda," he said. Romilda turned around and looked up into Will's dark brown, ferocious eyes. "Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?"
Romilda nodded her head furiously and said, "Yeah, I'd love to."
"Great. Shall I see you down in the entrance hall in at eight?"
"Yes."
She got up with her gang of giggling friends and rushed of to her dorm to get ready. Will looked at his watch. 5:30. Will walked up the stairs to his own dorm laid down on his bed and instantly fell asleep. Will woke up and looked at his watch to see what time it was. 7:45. He had been asleep for two hours and fifteen minutes. Will quickly got up and saw there was a package at the end of his bed. He opened it found some dress robes and a note from Dumbledore. 'Enjoy the Yule Ball.' Will ran into the dorms bathroom and had a quick shower. He ran back into the dorm and dried his hair with his wand. He remembered a quick spell that Loki had taught him before Loki went into his coma. Will pictured himself in the dress robes and said "Change." His school robes disappeared and the dress robe jumped onto his body. He smartened the clothes a bit and walked out of the dorm and downstairs to the entrance hall were everyone was waiting for their dates.
Will made his way through the waiting couples to find Romilda. Will looked back up the stairs and saw Hermione, looking absolutely stunning. Her hair wasn't its normal bushy look, but in neat ringlets hanging down past her face, framing it like a picture. Her dress giving her figure a curvy look and snuggling nicely to her. Will looked next to her and saw Lyra in s breath taking dress that was making sure that her perfect figure looked its best. Her normally dirty blonde hair, now shinning brightly in a long ponytail. Will couldn't take his eyes off these beautiful women walking own the stairs. There was a little cough of someone wanting to be noticed. Will looked behind him to find Romilda Vane standing there, looking quite pretty, but Will couldn't take his mind from Hermione and Lyra.
"Quiet please," shouted McGonagall over the chatter of the student eagerly awaiting the Yule Ball. "Can I have the Champions and their dates over here please? And can the rest of you enter the hall quickly."
The four champions made their way over to McGonagall and she told them that they would be dancing first. So they entered into the hall and saw that it was completely white, covered with snow, ice and mistletoe. They looked around in awe and made their way into the centre of the room and waited for the music to start.
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