Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, its characters or anything else you recognize from the books/movies. I do however own my OC and anything you don't recognize unless otherwise stated.
HoneyBear84: Damn, I keep doing that. Thank you again ^_^ I dunno about the Hydra thing. She doesn't like being a parslemouth, she actually hates everything about herself that makes her like Voldemort.
The Hogwarts students were all outside to see flying horses soaring through the air pulling a carriage coming in to land at Hogwarts. There was excited chattering as everyone watched.
"Clear the runway." Hagrid said before having to jump out of the way.
"Well, there's something you don't see every day." Fred said. A large ship emerged from under the water and approached the school as well.
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"Now we're all settled in and sorted," Dumbledore said after the sorting. "I'd like to make an announcement." The door opened and Filch ran in and down the aisle. "This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..." Filch came up and whispered something to him before leaving the way he came. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard 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 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 Madam Maxime."A group of girls dressed in blue danced up the aisle and released butterflies into the air.
"Bloody hell." Ron said. Their headmistress walked in and Seamus nudged Ron when he saw that she was a giantess.
"Blimey. That's one big woman." Seamus said. A younger girl did back flips before taking the hand of the girl in front. They bowed and everyone applauded.
"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff." Dumbledore said. A series of older boys walked up the aisle brandishing bow staffs, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect. They ran up and some did a few flips.
"Blimey it's him, Viktor Krum!" Ron said when he saw the boy walking in with the high master. Some of the boys breathed some fire before they stood in front of the girls who stood to the sides of the room.
"Albus!" Igor came up and hugged Dumbledore with a laugh.
"Igor." He said. Dumbledore headed down to stand at the front between the middle tables. "Hogwarts, let's entertain our friends in the best way we can. All stand."
"Oh no, not this." Fiona moaned.
"Just grin and bear it, Fee." Harry said with a sigh.
"Why do we have to do this every year?" Ron whined.
"Just be glad he doesn't ask people to do solos." Harry said.
"Maestro please!" Dumbledore turned around as a large ribbon appeared overhead with words across it. He used his wand to point to the words that appeared.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please," Fiona looked to Hermione as they sang along. She gave her a slight shrug. Everyone was out of tune and when people started waving their hands no one was in sync. Once the song ended the Hogwarts students sat back down, most of which were embarrassed and avoided looking at the visiting students who were definitely judging what they just had to witness.
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As the students had their feast, with added parts to the end of the side tables – the Beauxbatons girls sitting at the Ravenclaw table and the Durmstrang boys at the Slytherin table – a few men brought in a tall thing that looked like a bunch of boxes stacked on top of each other. Fiona noticed Draco looking at her. A Durmstrang boy, a few seats to his left, noticed him staring intently at something so he followed his gaze. He saw Fiona and smiled at her. Draco saw her attention slide beside him and looked at the boy with a frown. The boy nodded his head at her and Fiona looked away shyly. Hermione noticed and turned to see the boy and the boy beside him, Viktor Krum.
"Your attention please!" Dumbledore called. Everyone quieted down. "I would like to say a few words." Dumbledore said. "Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."
"Wicked." The twins said.
"For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch." Dumbledore said. Thunder roared overhead, rain began leaking through the roof and screams broke out among the students. A strange man stood in the doorway near the head table, he casted some magic upwards and sealed the roof. Peace was restored.
"Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody." Ron said.
"Alastor Moody? The auror?" Hermione asked.
"Auror?" Dean asked.
"Dark-wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him." Ron said. "He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though, these days." Mad-Eye limped, breathing heavily, as he approached Dumbledore.
"My dear old friend, thanks for coming." Dumbledore said.
"Stupid ceiling." Mad-eye said making Dumbledore chuckle before he walked away. Mad-eye took a drink from his flask.
"What's that he's drinking do you suppose?" Seamus asked.
"I don't know, but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice." Harry said. Crouch walked up in front of the students.
"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 tri-wizard tournament." Crouch said. "This decision is final." The crowd was unsettled, people were booing.
"Not fair!"
"That's rubbish!" The twins shouted. "That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!"
"They're not too happy about that then." Hermione said to Fiona.
"Silence!" Dumbledore shouted. He casted magic over the box tower which melded down into a goblet containing a blue flame. "The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing 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 tri-wizard tournament has begun."
It was dark outside, a quite storm brewing. The students were up in the tower, normally used for Divination, for Defence Against the Dark Arts – the class sometimes met there – and Mad-Eye Moody stood in front of the class.
"Alastor Moody." Mad-Eye said before he wrote his name on the board. "Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent…and your new defence against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions? When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"
"Three sir." Hermione said, immediately and clearly uncomfortable.
"And they are so named?" Mad-Eye asked as he started to write on the chalkboard.
"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will-"
"Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban, correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr. Finnigan!" Mad-eye shouted as Seamus was about to put his gum under his desk.
"Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head." Seamus said. Mad-Eye threw the chalk in anger at him.
"And hear across classrooms!" he shouted. "So, which curse shall we see first? Weasley!" Ron jumped and looked up at him.
"Yes?" Ron squeaked.
"Stand." Ron stood. "Give us a curse."
"Well, my dad did tell me about one..."
"Hm?"
"The imperious curse."
"Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why. Mad-Eye pops open a jar with a spider in it. "Hello. What a little beauty." It crawled onto his hand. "Engorgio." He said pointing his wand at it. It grew bigger. "Imperio!" He used his wand to send it around the class. Dean gasped as he put it on his desk. The class started to giggle. It landed on Crabbe's face. "Don't worry. Completely harmless." The spider jumped over to another desk and landed on a girl's hand before crawling up to her shoulder. Mad-Eye dangled the spider over Ron's head. "But if she bites... she's lethal!" Draco laughed at Ron's face. "What are you laughing at?" Mad-eye asked. He sent the spider onto Draco's face.
"Get it off!" Draco yelped. Harry clapped as he laughed.
"Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?" Mad-Eye had the spider over a bucket of water, it was wriggling. He put it back in his hand. "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only do did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another.. another.. Come on, come on." A bunch of students raised their hands, including Neville. "Longbottom is it? Up." Neville stood. "Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology."
"There's the um... The cruciatus curse."
"Correct! Correct! Come, come." He put the spider down and Neville stood nearby. "Particularly nasty. The torture curse." Mad-Eye began torturing the spider with magic, it squealed. Neville looked to be in pain and couldn't watch.
"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!" Hermione screamed. Mad-Eye looked from her to Neville before he stopped. Neville was disturbed. Mad-Eye picked up the spider which was still making a noise. He put it on Hermione's book.
"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger." Hermione shook her head.
"No? Avada Kadavra!" Mad-Eye casted a spell and the spider was killed, it lay upside-down on Hermione's book. Harry stared. "The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room." He walked up to Harry's desk before taking a drink.
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The Harry and the others headed downstairs after class.
"Brilliant isn't he! Completely demented of course." Ron said. "Terrifying to be in the same room with, he's really been there you know?"
"There's a reason those curses are unforgivable, and to perform them in a classroom." Hermione said. "I mean did you see Neville's face." Harry nudged her and she turned to see Neville on the stairs facing the window. "Neville?" Hermione asked. Mad-Eye approached Neville and patted him on the shoulder.
"Son. You alright?" he asked him. Neville nodded. "Come on, we'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something."
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In the room where the Goblet of Fire stood in the middle, older students were placing their names into the flame and others were applauding; Cedric was one of the ones to put his name in.
"Eternal glory, be brilliant wouldn't it?" Ron asked. "In three years from now we'll be old enough to be chosen.
"Yeah well rather you than me." Harry said. The twins came up, cheering.
"Thank you thank you, well lads we've done it." George said.
"Cooked it up just this morning." Fred said.
"It's not going to work." Hermione said in sing-song from the bench she and Fiona sat on.
"Oh yeah?" Fred asked as he got beside her.
"And why's that Granger." George asked as he got beside Fiona.
"Did you not see this?" Fiona pointed to the white floating circle around the area of the goblet.
"Why?" George asked. "What is it?" he asked like he didn't know. Hermione scoffed.
"This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself." Hermione said.
"So?" Fred asked.
"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted such as an aging potion." Hermione said.
"Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant." Fred said.
"Cause it's so pathetically dimwitted." George said. The two stood up on the bench Hermione sat on and shook the vials they were holding. "Ready Fred?"
"Ready George." They pulled the stoppers out before locking their arms.
"Bottoms up." They said in unison before drinking the potions. They jumped into the circle and when nothing happened everyone cheered. "Yes!" The two danced around the goblet before getting their papers.
"Ready?" They put their papers in and nothing happened. "Yes!" They high fived but suddenly the blue flame shot out and around them. It hit them and they were sent flying out of the circle. The students began laughing, as they sat up they realized they were both old men.
"You said!"
"You said!" The two started going at it, rolling around on the floor.
"Oh, right, you want a piece of me?!"
"Get off, or I'll tear your ears off!" Fred shouted.
"Come on! Take this! Come on!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" the students chanted. Hermione and Fiona sat back down on their bench.
"We're old school, eh?" Fred asked.
"Yeah but you look older!" George shouted.
The room suddenly became silent as Viktor Krum walked in and put his name in the flame. He looked at Hermione and she smiled slightly. Fiona nudged her with a bigger smile. Another Drumstrang boy walked in, the boy Fiona had seen at the feast. It was Hermione's turn to nudge Fiona. The boy walked up to the goblet and put his name in before winking at Fiona.
"I wonder what his name is." Hermione said with a smirk.
"Shut up." Fiona muttered. She looked up at the boy as he smiled at her before leaving the room.
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Fiona was on her way to the great hall; it was the night the names of the Champions were to be chosen. She walked headed down the stairs towards the great hall and almost bumped into the Drumstrang boy.
"We meet again." He said with a smile.
"We haven't met a first time." Fiona pointed out trying not to smile. He chuckled and nodded.
"My apologies. My name is Kosta." He bowed quickly before standing up straight again.
"I'm Fiona."
"Fiona." His smiled grew. "What a beautiful name. It suits you."
"Thank you." Fiona looked away shyly with a smile as she felt her face flush.
"Let me get the door for you." Kosta walked to the great hall door and opened it for her.
"Thank you, Kosta."
"Of course, krasvi." He said with a charming smile. Fiona entered the room and hurried to sit beside Hermione who immediately questioned her after see Kosta come in right after her.
The clock tower bell tolled signally that time was up for anyone who wanted to put their name in the goblet. Everyone was gathered in the great hall.
"Sit down. Please." Dumbledore said. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for: the champions selection!" Dumbledore waved his hand and all the lights dimmed. He approached the blue flame and it glowed red. A name shot out and he caught it. Everyone looked on anxiously. "The Durmstrang champion is ... Viktor Krum!" The Durmstrang crowd cheered for him as he came down to shake Dumbledore's hand. Another name came out. "The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour." The Beauxbatons girls cheered as Fleur walked up. Another name came out. "The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory." Hogwarts pupils cheered as Cedric took the stage.
"Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions," Crouch put down something covered by a cloth. "this vessel of victory the tri-wizard cup!" he pointed and the cloth lifted to show a glowing trophy. People cheered, but the goblet glowed red once more and another name flew out. Dumbledore took it. "Harry Potter." He muttered. "Harry Potter?" Students gasped and all turned to Harry who sat down to try and hide.
"Harry, you didn't." Fiona whispered to him. Harry shook his head frantically.
"No... No." Hagrid shook his head.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore shouted.
"Go on Harry."Hermione said. He didn't move. "Harry, for goodness sake." He pulled him up and pushed him. Harry slowly walked up. Dumbledore gave him the paper and he headed up to the door in the back, to the trophy room, where the others had gone. Voices in the crowd shouted out.
"He's a cheat!"
"You're not even seventeen yet." Harry looked at all the professors as he passed them and walked down to join the others.
"You are all dismissed!" Dumbledore shouted. As the students started to leave he and the other professors went down to join the champions.
Translation Bulgarian to English
Krasvi – Beautiful