A/N: Sorry about the delay about the last chapter. I am beginning to write this immediately, seeing as the gap was so long. After this, I am HOPING to release one chapter every week, if I finish beforehand, the "timer" so to speak will reset. Finals really killed, and so if there are any inconsistencies in the last chapter, sorry. I have lots of different story ideas in my head. I don't know how other authors do it. Sorry for shorter chapters. I find it easier on me to do short chapters. Anyway, thanks for reading.
Also, someone offered to beta, and this would be the first chapter that is beta'ed, so shoutout to laxrocks4
Chapter 5:
October 30, 1994
Harry stood off to the side of the crowd, waiting for the arrival of the other two schools. School so far had been a breeze. Most of it consisted of taking the theory of magic he had learned during his first several years at Hogwarts and applying it to spell casting. While theory of subject alone does not a master make, combined with his understanding and being somewhat naturally adept, Harry did more than get by.
He always felt the reason a lot of people didn't do well, because they view all the assignments as a chore instead of taking the opportunity to use them as tools to better understand magic itself.
Harry was broken from his musings as he heard a series of gasps coming from the crowd.
"Look at the sky! There!"
Everyone looked up to where the sixth year was pointing, just above the Forbidden Forest.
"It's a dragon!" a first year shrieked.
"No, it's a flying house!" the younger Creevey brother exclaimed.
His guess ended up being closer, the object in question revealing itself to be a carriage drawn by massive horses. 'Abraxans,' Harry thought to himself, impressed.
The carriage slammed to a stop on the grounds right after the giant equines. The carriage itself was the size of a large house, definitely big enough to fit whatever size delegation the school decided to send. Before the doors opened, Harry was barely able to stop the coat of arms, two crossed wands emitting stars.
'Beauxbatons then.'
As the door opened, a small boy in pale blue robes rushed out and laid down a set of golden steps. Soon after, the biggest woman Harry had seen stepped out of the carriage. She towered over the students, as tall as Hagrid. Something about her stance emanated power, authority.
As Dumbledore started to clap, the students followed suit. The headmaster started to make his way forward to greet the recent arrivals.
"Madame Maxime," he said, kissing her hand, not needing to bow as a result of her great height. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbly-dore, I hope I find you well?"
A/N: I will not be doing accents (ie 'ope instead of hope). It's just something I don't feel like thinking about)
"I'm in excellent form, thank you."
"My pupils, may they be go inside to warm up?" Madame Maxime asked, as she gestured behind her. There stood dozens of boys and girls, all of them shivering due to their fine, but thin silk clothes. Some had scarves or shawls, but none looked prepared for the colder English weather. Some even sneered in front of them at the castle.
"Ah yes, make yourselves at home." Dumbledore said. More than one students seemed to cough at that.
As the French students made their way past the gathered Hogwarts students and Maxime discussed the abraxans' care with Dumbledore, the Hogwarts students remained outside to await the arrival of the students of Durmstrang. They kept looking to the sky.
"What kind of horses do you think will pull their carriage?" Ron asked Thomas.
"Who knows, but if they're any bigger than the French's, even Hagrid won't be able to take care of them.
'Idiots. Why would Durmstrang arrive in the same way?'
Right on cue, Harry noticed a weird bubbling noise, and soon after Lee Jordan yelled out, "The Lake!" Everyone turned in unison, to see a ghostly ship begin to rise out of the waters of the Black Lake. As it emerged, bobbed and rocked on the surface, before stableizing. The sails unfurled and it glided towards the bank, the thud of a plank announcing their landing. The first off the ship was a man with sleek, silver hair, with a fur coat to match.
"Dumbledore!" he called heartily. "How are you?"
"Blooming, thank you Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied. Karkaroff was much like Dumbledore, tall and thin with white hair. But his hair was shorter, and he had a goatee.
"Dear old Hogwarts," Karkaroff said, smiling while he shook hands with Dumbledore. But while Dumbledore's smile and ease was sincere, Karkaroff seemed to try to force himself to feel comfortable. However, the signs of his discomfort remained: fidgeting, furtive eyes, and no confidence in his voice. "How good it is to be here. Come, Victor, into the warmth." Karkaroff beckoned towards one of his students, who started coming forwards. As the boy emerged from the crowd, exciting whispering erupted.
"-'s Krum!"
"Why is –"
"-still in school?"
As Krum walked by, he caught notice of Harry, and nodded towards him. Harry nodded back.
'Not a fan of fame, then?'
Krum made his way inside, leading the way for the rest of the Durmstrang students. Karkaroff and Dumbledore continued to chat as they followed. Harry could have sworn the Durmstrang headmaster had a smirk on his face as he listened to all the whispers and hushed conversations going on around him about Krum.
Harry merely made his way towards the Great Hall and took a seat at Ravenclaw table. It seemed that the Beauxbatons delegation had already decided to sit there, looking decidedly unhappy. Although, there were still a few that decided to enjoy their surroundings and sat in awe of the enchanted ceiling above them. There was some bickering at the Gryffindor table that stopped once the Durmstrang delegation decided to join the Slytherin table.
At the staff table, Filch was setting out extra chairs, two on either side. Harry figured 3 were for the visiting headmasters and the ministry representative, but unaware of who the final chair belonged to.
Dumbledore finally finished his conversation with Karkaroff and stood at the center of the staff table, and silence fell over the hall as he started speaking.
"Good evening ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and most importantly, guests. It is my great pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts, where I hope your stay will be both comfortable and enjoyable."
Someone from the Beauxbatons delegation lightly scoffed, and Harry couldn't exactly blame her. The castle could be foreboding, its stone walls cold and hard.
"But for now, let us eat. The tournament will officially begin at the end of the feast, so dig in."
On cue, a mass of food appeared on the table. Neither of the visiting schools seemed particularly surprised, after all, this was a magical castle. Some appeared a bit startled, so maybe their schools did things slightly differently. Although, perhaps they were startled at the fact that there were some foreign foods, probably to accommodate for the different tastes of the foreign competitors. Harry saw a dish that looked like meatballs and pasta in some sort of sauce, possibly a cheese. He didn't particularly want to try the French dishes, as he had taken a trip there once.
As Harry was eating, he noticed a couple of guys alongside him stiffen and stare behind him. He looked behind him, and his first thought was 'Well shit.' Behind him was a Beauxbatons student. It also just happened to be the girl he saved. He thought that she had recognized him, and that she was going to reveal his actions, and startled as he was, he almost blurted it out himself. He only just caught himself to see what it was the girl wanted.
"Excuse me, are you wanting the bouillabaisse?" Harry looked around, and found the dish.
"Have it," he said handing it to her and turning back to his food, not wanting to risk getting found out.
"You have finished with it?" she asked while taking it.
"Yea, it was excellent," one of the boys said breathlessly, Marcus Belby. The girl herself seemed to frown at Belby's reaction, but simply turned away back towards her spot and walked away.
Anthony Goldstein, who happened to be sitting nearby, whispered excitedly, "She's a Veela!"
While some girls scoffed and just mocked the boy, Harry gave the thought some credence. A lot of the male students' head's turned to follow her progress, and in a more in just a passing manor, almost like a trance.
'So why not me?'
He pondered this question for just a moment, before realizing that he better finish his food before it disappears. And low and behold, he had barely stopped eating for a minute when the main course ended, and dessert replaced the remnants of the feast. Soon enough, that, too, disappeared and Dumbledore drew everyone's attention to the staff table by standing. Harry had failed to notice the two new arrivals, Crouch as he had predicted, and Ludo Bagman. 'International Cooperation and Magical Games, makes sense. But I should have noticed their presence.' Harry mentally berated himself.
An odd mix of tension, fear, and excitement filled the Hall.
"Now," Dumbledore started, smiling with a twinkle in his eye, "the moment has come to begin the tournament. But first, let me introduce to you, for those that do not know, the Head of the Department of International Cooperation, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, and Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Mr. Ludo Bagman." There was a smattering of applause for both representatives, more for Bagman than Crouch, but most students were just eager for the tournament. "It was these two who worked in our Ministry to come to agreements with the other two schools and their corresponding Ministry's to organize the tournament, and they, along with each school's head, will serve as judges for the tournament."
"And now, for the judge, Mr. Filch if you would."
At the word, Filch brought in a wooden chest encrusted with jewels, and everyone in the hall craned their necks to try to catch a glimpse.
Once it reached the front, each of the heads tapped it with their wands, and it opened. Then, Dumbledore reached inside and brought the mysterious artifact into everyone's view.
At first glance, it was an unimpressive wooden goblet. Or, it would have been, had it not been full of blue flames, small tendrils of which were licking the edge and threatening to escape its enclosure.
"This is the Goblet of Fire. It will be the impartial judge that will select each school's champion, the person it deems most worthy of representing their school. Anyone who wishes to submit their name for consideration must write their name and school on a slip of parchment and drop it into the flames of Goblet. To prevent anyone who is not of age from entering the competition, I will be personally drawing an Age Line around the Goblet that will not allow anyone younger then seventeen to cross."
Harry heard some whispering from Gryffindor table, specifically from the Weasley twins and the mention of an Ageing potion. After mentally scoffing, he turned back to Dumbledore.
"I wish to impress upon all of you the dangers of the Tournament. While it is true that the Tournament has been altered from the past in order to increase its safety, it is still a dangerous event that the organizers have deemed only those who are of age capable of competing. Placing your name in the Goblet constitutes a magically binding contract tied to the act of writing your name on the parchment. If you should be chosen, you are required to see the Tournament through to the end, either its end, or yours."
At that, the chatter had finally died down, and some of the excitement had vanished, which Harry was sure was Dumbledore's goal.
"Now, I think it's time for bed. Good night to all of you."
Harry started to make his way towards the doors when he realized there was a crowd gathering. When he got to the doors, he realized why, and typically, Thomas was involved. Many of the Durmstrang students were staring at Thomas. The cause was clear: Karkaroff himself was staring at Thomas with an almost dumbfounded expression. Then, Moody started limping over to the group. As the two professors got into something of an altercation, Harry slipped past them and towards Ravenclaw Tower.
The next morning, almost everyone was up earlier than usual, even Harry.
"What's the matter, Harry? I thought you weren't that interested in the Tournament," Kevin Entwhistle commented.
"Hey, I'm a Ravenclaw. I want to know whose entering. While we don't know who or what counts as 'worthy', knowing the entrant and those who are selected might give me some extra insight into those people."
"Always the academic, Harry." Boot sighed, rolling his eyes.
"What can I say?" Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"Aren't you even the least bit excited for this? And for that matter, don't you want to enter at all?"
"And risk dying? No, thank you." 'Not that that's too much of a worry. I more just don't want to risk revealing my hand.'
"Come on, Dumbledore would save us if anything happened."
"But what if he couldn't? What if he was prevented from interfering because of the Tournament?"
"Harry's got a point." Anthony piped in. "Dumbledore said the champions were obligated to compete, possibly to their end. That might mean Dumbledore wouldn't be able to help."
By this time, the boys had made it to the Common Room, where apparently plans had already been made, because the girls were waiting for them.
"I'm glad that at least a couple of you have some common sense. If Dumbledore is worried for us, then we obviously shouldn't try to enter," Padma Patil scolded the other guys.
They all went to the Entrance Hall, where there were already student milling around, some nervous, all excited though. A couple of them were looking at the Age Line in the floor, trying to see if there were any way they could around the enchantment. He saw the 'Golden Trio' among those watching the goblet. Soon, though, laughter echoed around the Entrance Hall. The Weasley Twins, and their friend Lee Jordan, had apparently finished their Ageing Potion.
"We did it lads."
"One drop each, since we only had a couple of months before our seventeenth."
"I'm not sure this is going to work," Granger said, in that annoying 'I know better than you' voice, although, Harry was forced to agree. While Dumbledore may be neither omnipotent nor omniscient (although he was sure Granger would argue otherwise), he would have certainly though of Ageing Potions when drawing the line.
The twins decided to jump in at the same time, and they leapt across the golden line together. They both yelled in joy at their apparent success, and Lee Jordan was about to join them when suddenly, they were violently expelled from the circle. When they got up, they were both sprouting beards that were almost as impressive as Dumbledore's. As they got up and looked at each other's beards, they just howled with laughter, starting to stroke their beards, pretending they were wise men and such.
Dumbledore came in, and soon, the twins headed off towards the Infirmary. As they were leaving, the group decided to grab breakfast. They decorations were all different due it being Halloween, and Harry decided to go sit with Susan and Hannah.
"Good morning ladies." He got a smile in return.
"Morning Harry," Susan greeted. "Do you know anybody in Ravenclaw who is entering?"
"Well, I suspect Roger Davies will. Beyond that, maybe, I don't know, everyone who's of age?" he replied, putting bacon, eggs, and toast on his plate.
Hannah slapped his shoulder. "Don't be a prat Harry. It doesn't become you."
Harry just smirked. "What about in Hufflepuff?"
"Most of us are hedging our bets on Cedric Diggory," Susan replied, and the two girls seemed to get a faraway look in their eyes.
"Earth to Susan, Earth to Hannah." That seemed to snap them out of it. "Yea, he seems like a good bet. Cassius Warrington is also rumored to have submitted his name, and I'm betting Angelina Johnson is going to submit her name from Gryffindor. So it looks like from each house, those are the main contenders."
Hannah nodded. "Davies, Diggory, Johnson, and Warrington. All pretty viable."
Harry nodded, more out of habit because he was a bit preoccupied with his food.
Susan cut in. "You think your brother is going to try to enter? I heard the Weasley twins were sporting some impressive beards after their attempt, along with some others."
"Honestly, I don't know. He seems a bit more subdued recently. That could be from a number of things."
"Do you think he knows about… you?"
"I'm almost sure he doesn't. He just had a bit of a news flash the past few years."
They ate in silence for a while before Hannah brought the topic back to the tournament.
"So, who do you think will be chosen for Hogwarts?"
"If I had to choose, probably Diggory."
"Really!?" "Not any of the others?"
"Davies may be a Ravenclaw, but I don't know how well he would do in the Tournament. Warrington is all talk. The only other person who I would consider is Johnson. But Diggory is smart, quick on his feet, creative, and admittedly good looking, although I don't know if the Goblet will consider that."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence Potter, although I have to turn you down for a date if that's what you're asking for."
"That's too bad Diggory, you're missing out on a good time," Harry replied without missing a beat, still focused on his breakfast.
"But still, hearing that from you is a nice confidence boost. Turner seems to put a lot to your word."
"Well, take it for what's it worth. I'm not right 100% of the time. You're just the best bet from my perspective."
"I'll take what assurance I can get. Morning Bones, Abbott."
"Morning." The both of them replied.
"Would you two mind if I stole Potter for just a moment, ladies?"
The two almost seemed to swoon but Harry just quipped back, "Who's supposed to be playing for the other team? But I've finished with breakfast, so I'll come. See you in class later."
As Diggory took him outside the Great Hall, he caught a glimpse of the Beauxbatons delegation all putting their names in the Goblet. His eyes met with the girl from the World Cup, and he kept looking until she turned away. Diggory had finally made it to an empty classroom.
"You know, after our joking around earlier, this seems very suspicious."
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask you about something."
"Go ahead Diggory, although if this is about a date…"
"Ok, jokes aside, it is."
"-What?"
"A date with Cho Chang." Diggory's serious face broke out into a grin. "Oh Merlin! You should have seen your face. The unshakable Harry Potter."
Harry grumbled under his breath. Once he regained composure, he spoke. "So, Chang, huh? You want to know more about her?" Diggory nodded. "Well, firstly, if we're going to talk about this, can we do it on a first name basis?"
"Sure Harry."
"Ok Cedric. So, I can only tell you a little bit. Chang is loyal, and while some are a pretty face and little else, she's not. She's very kind and has been nice to me since my first year. She also really likes the Tutshill Tornadosas as you well know, she's the seeker for Ravenclaw, so that might give you some common ground. If you really want to get good details, ask Marietta Edgecombe. Although, she might not willingly release that information."
"Why? loyalty?"
"No, because she doesn't want to help you date someone else."
"Ah, well, thanks for the advice Harry. And thanks again for the vote of confidence."
"You're welcome. I don't select the Champions, although that would be interesting." Harry chuckled. "Anyway, I want to relax and get some work done before lunch, so I'll see you around Cedric. Don't tell Roger, but good luck."
"Thanks Harry."
Cedric went deeper into the castle from that point, whereas Harry went to the Black Lake. It was pretty chilly, so his muffler was appreciated. Because of that, not a lot of people were outside, even though the lake still provided a great view.
Harry sat down, resting on a tree. He got out his Transfiguration homework started on his essay. 'Her most gifted student this year, and she still makes me write on Cross Species switches.'
Harry had just finished describing why transfigurations were easier the more physically alike the target object is to the intended result, when he heard footsteps and a soft *thump*, indicating someone else had taken a seat nearby.
When he looked to his right, the Beauxbatons girl from the welcoming feast the night before had sat on the edge of the lake, nearby. She seemed to be lost in her own world, thinking. 'Of all the people to meet, it's the person who might out me for what I really am. The hair and eyes are okay, but the scar…' Harry steeled himself and decided he needed a bit more information regardless of the consequences.
"If you're looking for more bouillabaisse today, I'm sorry to disappoint you."
That seemed to snap her out her of her reverie as she started a bit and looked around, finally, noticing him leaning against the tree. Contrary to the confidence she had portrayed earlier, now she seemed more withdrawn and careful, ready to step back at a moment's notice.
"So it would seem," she replied, not wanting to lose too much of her composure. "I don't believe that the two of us have been introduced."
Harry started putting away his homework and replied, "Isn't it usually polite to introduce oneself first?"
"You're the one who brought attention to yourself."
"Fair," he shrugged. "Harry Potter," he said, holding out his hand.
She seemed a bit shocked, but went on to say, "Fleur Delacour," shaking his hand in the process.
"Delacour, as in Jean Sebastian Delacour?" He said, slightly shocked. 'This might be tricky.'
"Why yes, how are you acquainted with my father?" She asked, instantly curious.
"I'm familiar with the name, James is an Auror."
"James?"
"My father."
"Oh." Fleur didn't know what to say to that.
"So, are you a Veela?"
"And what makes you ask that? You personally seem to have no reaction."
"I noticed the impact you have on others and wondered why I was mostly unaffected."
Fleur looked at him, wondering how much she should say, but decided that, since he seemed to be immune, there couldn't be too much harm.
"I am a Quarter-Veela. My mother is a half. From that side, I gain some affinity to fire, as well as beauty and the Allure, the latter two of which are more curses than blessings."
"I can understand that."
"Can I ask you a question?" the French witch inquired.
Harry nodded, waiting for the inevitable.
"What's with you scar?" Harry looked up, pleasantly surprised that the obvious question about his brother didn't come. However, he still had to be careful not to say too much about the scar.
It's from when I was little, I suppose. I don't really remember life without it, although a few pictures of mine don't show it, so it can't be a birthmark."
"Huh. It is a very… interesting shape." Fleur moved a little closer to look at it, but Harry turned away, fearing that she might connect the dots.
"Anyway, I need to put these away and grab some other books. I'll see you around. Good luck with the champion selection!" Harry started walking away briskly. He needed somewhere to concentrate and practice. After getting some food from the kitchens, he dropped his stuff off at Ravenclaw tower and quickly pulled the Marauder's Map out of his trunk.
He walked towards the seventh floor and checked the map, making sure no one was around, thinking about 'a place where I can meditate without being disturbed', and sure enough, a door appeared in the wall. He walked in, making sure the room locked the door behind him before looking around.
No matter his request, the room never ceased to amaze him. And with this specific request, it never in his memory provided him with the same place. There was a forest indoors, with a small brook babbling through a clearing. Right in the middle, there was a rock that was perfect for sitting, with some sunlight filtering in through the leaves of the canopy.
Harry sat down and relaxed and started channeling. He was getting better. It was almost instant. He opened his eyes and willed a snowflake into existence. A meter-long snowflake. It grew from his palm, taking the same shape as his now glowing scar.
The room started to change shape as his focus shifted from meditation to practice. With his left hand, he channeled ice while with his right hand he casted. The room provided the targets, and while it couldn't provide spells, he enchanted some small golf-ball sized objects to fly around the room, forcing him to be on his toes and practice dodging spells.
He pulled out his wand, a black ebony wand with a core of Basilisk fang and venom inside, 11¼ inches long. It was quite difficult to procure, but coating the inside of the wand with ground fang helped to protect the wood from the corrosive liquid. The result was a wand that was rigid, but not unyielding. He let out a Reductor, blasting a target to pieces. He continued with this until he noticed it was getting late. As a last exercise, he multiplied the numbers of targets and flying balls until the room was filled with the chaos of spells and splinters.
He concentrated as he did during the summer, surrounding himself before releasing the power in one blast. As his vision cleared, he could see most of the objects were impaled. About a quarter of them were still moving about or buzzing around the room. In an indiscriminate attack, 75% wasn't bad, but it was not efficient for how tired the attack made him. He would have to think of a way to tweak it.
He exited the room and started to make his toward the Great Hall. He started to hurry when he heard the sound of cheers and figured that they must have started the champion selection process. Harry entered right as the Goblet spit out a piece of paper, and found that mildly intriguing. He then noticed that there was some confusion amongst the students, one whisper in particular catching his ear: "-already three champions."
Harry sighed and started walking to Ravenclaw table, thinking that this is where the mess starts and Thomas gets involved. Again. But, he was wrong.
"Harry Potter."
He looked up sharply, quickly catching the eyes of his friends, the teachers, and Dumbledore. Harry wasn't often afraid, but this was new territory. And Dumbledore seemed confused, apprehensive, and most worrisome of all to Harry, anxious. He didn't stand up until Dumbledore repeated his name.
"Harry Potter!" Now he was sure it wasn't a mistake, and stood up. Many Hogwarts students weren't looking at him, preferring to whisper and gossip. Those who did had either faces of anger or sympathy. He wanted an explanation.
As he made his way towards the front, Dumbledore gestured him to the Antechamber, presumably where the other champions were waiting. This would be fun.
By request, a simple character profile, and also a list of students that I am working with.
Harry Potter: Brother to Thomas Potter. A Ravenclaw student whose closest friends are Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones. Likes to be alone, but has been coming out of that recently. Is on good terms with most of Ravenclaw. He is an ice elementalist. While he is intelligent, he isn't proficient in many branches of magic that don't require spell casting, specifically Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures (with the exception of potions). Harry's hair is the same color as James, but a little neater, but he has Lily's eyes. Similar to the books. He also has a scar that simply looks like a line with a few branches coming off. When using his elemental powers, the scar glows blue and kaleidoscopes, turning into a snowflake, and his eyes turn icy-blue and his hair white. Height maybe around 5'4"? His best classes are DADA and Transfiguration.
Susan Bones: Hufflepuff, best friends to Harry Potter and Hannah Abbott. Was not on good terms with Harry at the beginning of first year. One of two people who knows Harry is an elemental. In terms of looks here, same as the books. A strawberry blonde girl of average height.
Hannah Abbott: Hufflepuff, best friends to Harry Potter and Susan Bones. Was not on good terms either through association to Susan. One of two people who knows Harry is an elemental. In terms of looks, same as books (I think). A blonde girl of medium-tall height
Daphne Greengrass: An old acquaintance of Harry's. Would typically meet at pureblood gatherings such as balls. Known for her Ice Queen personality, she is a bit of a kindred soul to Harry.
Neville Longbottom: A friend of Harry's. Their fathers were friends from the Auror Department and the Order of the Phoenix, so they would see each other often. He is a timid boy, as both his grandmother and father have high expectations for his success at Hogwarts. His mother is in the Permanent Spell Damage ward.
Thomas Potter: Declared the Boy-Who-Lived by Dumbledore. The Potter family lives in Potter Manor after the cottage in Godric's Hollow was destroyed. He is in Gryffindor and plays seeker for the team. Known for rule breaking, best friends with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Thomas looks just like James, same glasses and everything. Only difference is that his hair is somewhat lighter due to Lily's own hair color. He has hazel eyes with a wand of Chestnut and Dragonheartstring, 11 ¼ inches, not a bad spellcaster himself, although often isn't casting or learning at his full potential due to overconfidence.
Fleur Delacour: a Veela girl, 17, who goes to Beauxbatons in France. Her parents are Apolline and Jean Sebastian. Triwizard Champion for her school, she is often scorned by both genders because of her Allure, sticking mainly with her friend Aimee. She is most skilled in Charms, but is no pushover in other areas of magic.
Ravenclaw
boys:
Harry potter
Terry boot
Anthony Goldstein
Michael Corner
Stephen Cornfoot
Kevin Entwhistle
girls:
Mandy Brocklehurst
Padma Patil
Su Li
Morag McDougal
Lisa Turpin
Gryffindor
boys:
Thomas Potter
Ron Weasley
Seamus Finnegan
Neville Longbottom
Dean Thomas
girls:
Parvati Patil
Lavender Brown
Hermione Granger
Eloise Midgen
Fay Dunbar
Hufflepuff:
boys:
Justin Finch-Fletchly
Wayne Hopkins
Ernie Macmillan
girls:
Sally Anne Perks
Megan Jones
Hannah Abbott
Susan Bones
Leanne
Slytherin
boys:
Draco Malfoy
Thoedore Nott
Blaise Zabini
Vincent Crabbe
Gregory Goyle
girls:
Daphne Greengrass
Tracy Davis
Millicent Bulstrode
Pansy Parkinson