Chapter 4 The action
Gets dark just so you know!
We arrived at the train station just in time. We hated watching everyone say their goodbyes. It was sickening watching them all so we learned to be just on time. On the train we herd lots of or school mates talking about the Quittage Cup. There had been a deatheater attack. This was news to me and it pissed me off. Why didnt we not know of all these important things! Apperently Harry Potter was there and the death mark was thrown into the air. Things were getting strange indeed.
We were left alone becase nobody could get a reaction even if they tried. We changed and we arrived at Hogwarts.
"Can I have your attention please!" Profeser Dumbledore called as he tapped his glass. Everyone got quiet. I sat at the end of the Slythierin table next to Crab. He was the only dunderhead that spoke to me. Of course it was a onesided conversation. He had been telling me that Malfoy kept comlaining his Father wanted no more of his attentions. His own parents hadent paid much attention to him. He was telling me all about his summer at home, while i just sat there glancing at him to let him know i was 'listening'. Although i didnt catch alot of his rammbling mumbles. " Mr. Barty Crouch is here to welcome you and explain this years events." The Headmaster continued.
"Greetings everyone. I am Mr. Barty crouch. I will be explaining and leading you through this years Tri Wisard Tournament!" I perked up at the name and I wonderd if anyone knew his son escaped Askaban. He then pointed to this flaming goblet and continued to explain. "The schools Drurmstrang," and they came in, all boys. I reconised their Headmaster Kakerof of course. As well as Zachery, Alex and Rex. I got a glance from the three of them. They got a stern glance in returne that meant there would be no trouble.
Dumbledore and Kekerof greated as old friends. Durmstrang then stood to the side. "And here is Boubatons!" Barty said.
A bunch of females came in dressed in light blue. One was a blonde Veela. I spotted her imedeatly. Along with the giant womman.
Mr. Barty Crouch explained the rules and that only 16 year olds could put there name into the competition. Then Dumbledore Dismissed us to our dorms. On my way to the dungen Malfoy was comlaining about the new age restriction. He was honestly getting on my nerves but I stayed quiet. Silence i hated it. So many people. I could kill it all.
(It was then that i realized i wanted to kill the happiness. It annoied me. So i started expressing myself with music. The next two weeks my brothers and myself wrote down songs that we would then sing, songs that would keep us somewhat sain.)
A/N: I claim no songs or the story line of JK Rowling. I will tell you who the songs are by and the title of it so you can listen along. Kristiana gets crazy as she gets tourtured more and more.