I'm worried about my OCs becoming Mary Sues so tell me if Eddie and Eliaya are becoming Mary Sue-ish k?
And sorry if the story is moving along slowly! I know so far this fic is like every single other Triwizard tournament fic out there but I'll try to make it interesting! And I decided the updating is going to be random. It could be every day or every other day. Or every other week (but probably not) Because I, officially have no life.
So I'll include a lot more interesting stuff. There are so many stuff I have planned!
I promise this story won't just be a bunch of crap about the wizards oohing and
aahing at every freaking single thing the exorcists do. It'll be SPECIAL! :)
Special thanks to awesomeliciousnes for beta-ing this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or D. Gray-man.
Nuff said.
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The students chattered to each other over the clinking of silverware and the sound of chewing. Harry dug in to the food with gusto; he was starving because all he had eaten were a few Cauldron Cakes on the train. He asked Nick to tell them about what Peeves had been up to and Hermione lost her appetite at the mention of the house elves, refusing to eat. Harry and Ron merely shared exasperated looks and continued to eat their way through the rest of dinner and desert. When the last crumbs were finally wiped clean they all turned toward the front of the room. But where was Dumbledore? The room was in a small state of confusion until Dumbledore came in through a side door along with Professor McGonagall. Harry frowned. Where had they been? It wasn't usual for them to miss the feast was it? The room quieted down as Dumbledore made his way to the podium and began to speak. He told them the usual warnings of not to go into the forest and anything from the prank shops were strictly banned. Then with a slight pause he continued.
"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."
Harry and the rest of the room gave out gasps and exclamations of surprise. He exchanged horror-struck looks with the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teacher's time and energy- but
I am sure you will enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-"
He was interrupted by a rumble of thunder and the appearance of a man standing between the open doors. He seemed to be leaning on a cane and used it to walk down toward the teachers table. Lightning flashed and in that instance of bright light he saw the man's heavily disfigured face. A chunk of the nose seemed to be missing and the rest of his face was heavily scarred. But what stood out the most was the large revolving electric-blue eye in the man's face. The whole room was silent as they watched him plod his way toward the far table and shake hands with Dumbledore before taking a seat. He began to eat with a knife he had pulled out of his pocket while his blue eye swirled around the entire hall.
"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore brightly broke the dead silence."Professor Moody." The headmaster and Hagrid clapped the sound echoing in the silent staring hall. They quickly stopped when they realized that most of the room was too busy staring at the man's appearance to clap. Harry turned toward Ron with a bewildered look.
"Mad-eye Moody? The one your dad went to help?" They talked quietly in between themselves but were interrupted by Dumbledore clearing his throat.
"As I was saying," he smiled out over the crowd that was still transfixed with Moody's face."We are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're JOKING!" Fred Weasley said loudly, breaking the tension.
Most of the room broke into laughter including Dumbledore.
"I am not joking Mr. Weasley, though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar." Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Er- maybe this is not the time... no..." said Dumbledore, "Where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament... Well some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation and allow their attention to wander freely."
"The Triwizard Tournament was established some 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts,
Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was chosen to represent each school, and the three champions compete in three magical tasks. However, this year there will be a fourth European school participating with their own champion. This school is known as the Rosa Crux Institute for Unexplored Magic. They are a very exclusive school and so they have but a few students. You are expected to treat them with the same respect you treat the others." he scrutinized them all with a small smile but a sharp look in his twinkling blue eyes. Harry turned toward Hermione and whispered under his breath.
"A fourth school? I thought this was the TRI-wizard tournament?" Hermione looked just as confused as him and the rest of the room. Except Moody who merely looked up briefly at the announcement then went back to his sausages. Dumbledore silenced them with an 'Ahem' before continuing.
"The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities- until that is the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."
"Death toll?" Hermione whisper looking alarmed. But the rest of the hall seemed to not share her anxiety and Harry didn't let it bother him either. Dumbledore continue his explanation of how the Ministry had worked hard to make sure none of the competitors would be in any mortal danger.
"The heads of Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Rosa Crux will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October and the selection of the four champions will be on Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard cup, the glory of their school and a thousand
Galleons of personal prize money." the hall burst into excited whispers. Everyone seemed to be talking about their chances of winning or the large amount of prize money.
"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts" he said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of
Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age- that is to say seventeen years or older- will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This-" he ignored the raged whispers of several of the underage wizards including Fred and George Weasley. "-is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." his eyes flickered over to Fred and George."I therefore beg you not to waste your time if you are under the age of seventeen."
"The delegations from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Rosa Crux will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of the year. I know that you all will extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now it is late and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!" Dumbledore sat back down to talk with Mad-Eye Moody as the Hall came to life with the scraping and banging of chairs as every student stood up and walked to their respective dormitories. Harry and his friends walked in a group debating ways they could trick the judge to accept them and about the fourth school.
"I've never heard of this Rosa Crux Institute before. Have you Hermione?" Harry asked her expecting she would know. She shook her head, her curly hair bouncing every which way.
"I've never heard of it. Which is odd. I mean every Wizarding school keeps to themselves to hide their secrets from each other. But everyone has HEARD of
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They just don't know much about it. But I've never even heard of this Rosa Crux Institute for Unexplored Magic. What does Unexplored Magic even mea- Oh are you okay Neville?" she and Harry helped pull the boy out of the trick step and continued walking. They reached the portrait that led inside the Gryffindor common room and climbed in. Hermione glowered at the flickering fireplace mumbling, "slave labor" before bidding them good night and going up to the girl's dormitories. Harry, Ron and Neville went up to theirs and collapsed on their beds. Harry quickly relaxed in the warmth of the heated blankets and drifted off to sleep with the face of Cho Chang in his mind cheering for him when he won the Triwizard Cup.
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