Sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Harry is Edmund, but isn't refered to as such.
Chapter 3
Harry looked at the youngest Weasley boy as the red head babbled on about the three school arriving for the Tri-wizard tournament. He hadn't understood why three schools were coming to Hogwarts, which meant four schools being involved, when it was called Tri-wizard, until Dumbledore had explained that the third school was coming to protect the three schools involved in the tournament.
"Hey, look!" Ron said loudly, pointing at something flying towards them in the sky.
"It's a plane!" Harry heard a muggleborn cry out.
"It's a flock of birds!" Another called out.
"It's a herd of Pegusi!" Someone else cried out.
"It's a carriage!" Someone who Harry recognised as the Ravenclaw seeker called out.
Harry peered at the sky, lit up by the sun, looking at the blurry blob now identified as a carriage. It was pulled by six Pegusi - great, white, winged horses. Harry watched as a tall woman walked out of the carriage first, followed by and crowd of girls ranging from the ages 13 to 18.
"Madam Maxine!" Dumbledore shouted as he walked up to the woman, arms spread wide in greeting. Harry could just make out the two of them talking to each other, but couldn't hear it.
As the two headteachers walked back to stand in front of the students, the girls who had come with the giant woman had gathered of to the side of the Hogwarts students.
"Beauxbatons Acadamy." Hermione Granger whispered.
Students all around Harry talked to each other excitedly about the school that had just arrived and the two more that were due. A hush fell over the students when they heard what sounded like thunder.
Expectant, everyone looked up at the sky, only to see the blue expanse clear of anything but clouds.
"Over there!" Someone shouted, pointing at the Black Lake.
Turning, Harry watched as a big ship slowly appeared out of the lake, looking slightly haunted. As it came up to the docks, Harry could just make out a crowd of man, a tall, thin man standing proudly in front of them.
Dumbledore and Madam Maxine walked up to the man, and the three of them conversed in hushed tones before the tall man signaled for the students behind him to follow.
They all stood, waiting for the last school to show up. The foreign students stood in large huddles, and Harry guessed it was because they were unused to so many new faces after being in school with the same people for however long it'd been since they began their school careers.
It was over five minutes before there was any sign of the last school.
They came out of the forest, silent except for the soft beat of footsteps on the wet ground. They moved like shadows, coming out of the tree line in twos and threes. When they were a few feet away from the forbidden forest, they moved into a group, coming together in two lines. A woman moved in front of the students, average in height, with long, auburn hair.
She walked to the other head teachers, gesturing for her students to follow her.
"Our foreign students have decided to give us a bit of a show!" Dumbledore announced an hour later at dinner. No one had seen the new students since they had arrived, and had wondered where they were, but now it was explained.
After Dumbledore had sat down, the doors burst open, and the Beauxbatons delegates flounced through the doorway, twirling and leaping down the space in between the Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw tables. Madam Maxine followed along behind them.
"Hey, look at her." Ron whispered, nudging Harry in the ribs. He was looking in the direction of a tall, longhaired blond. She was extremely pretty, and Harry blinked as he looked into her sky blue eyes, trying to stop the painful memories of his brother.
"Beauxbatons Acadamy of Magic, and their Headmistress, Madam Maxine!" Dumbledore introduced when the girl were all up front.
The group of girls went and sat at the Ravenclaw table, settling themselves comfortably among the House of those with wit and intellect, while Madam Maxine sat herself by Hagrid at the head table, the half giant blushing profusely under his beard.
The doors had closed behind them, were now banged open again, the tall man who Harry guessed was the headmaster for Durmstrang leading his students in.
"Its Viktor Krum!" Ron whispered loudly, pointing at the tall, broad man who stood next to the Durmstrang headmaster. "I didn't know he went to Durmstrang." Ron stared at the boy fro a bit longer. "Wonder if I can get his autograph." He pondered for a moment more before turning back to watch the procedings with the others.
Durmstrangs entrance was made up of a lot of bangs and strangely fluid movements. Viktor Krum never strayed from his headmasters side, and Harry wondered why.
"Durmstrang institute, and their Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff!" Dumbledore said as the students sat at the Slytherin table - which caused Ron to grumble under his breath in jealousy - and Karkaroff was sat beside Professor Flitwick at the head table.
The doors, which had once again shut, were pushed open once more, the aurburn haried woman that Harry guessed was the headmistress for the last school standing in the middle of the doorway. She was surrounded on both sides by her students, and at some hidden signal, danced into the room. Using some sort of magic, they created sparks and ribbons of colours, dancing down the path to the head table. When they got there, they stood in a long line, the headmistress walking to stand behind them with Dumbledore.
"Folia Magicae Academia, and their Headmistress, Eva Quintin!" Dumbledore spread his arms out wide, introducing the students of the school that was mostly unknown.
Harry noted that the students for this school had the broadest age range, the youngest no older than eleven, and the oldest around nineteen. The headmistress seated herself beside Professor McGonagall, and the students found their way to the Hufflepuff table.
After dinner had been eaten, and Dumbledore had given a speech to the students, everyone started to get up to go to their dorms, ready for some time with their friends before going to school.
"Why don't we go greet the new students?" Hermione suggested before her, Ron and Harry had even begun to depart. Nodding, Harry lead the way to the foreign delegations, looking at the three groups sitting almost alone at the different tables.
Glancing between the three tables, three people stood out to Harry, bringing up painful memories he didn't want to remember in front of his friends less he break down. But looking at the three people, one who was slowly standing up, one who was staring at him in surprised shock and another who was looking at him with unconcealed surprise.
As he stepped forward, he could hear Ron's worried voice, could feel Hermione's hand on his shoulder until he shook, could see the remaining Professor's moved towards him worriedly.
But as those three people stood up, and he moved towards them, and they moved towards him, he couldn't care less.