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Hogwarts Secret Scandal 17

Winter Wizard Olympics

The dining hall at Durmstrang wasn't the same size as the Great Hall in Hogwarts so it got really cozy really quick as everyone piled inside. There were three long tables marked with the name of the three schools, indicating where to sit. Once everyone was seated, Professor Oleg clapped his hands once and the food appeared on the tables. There were foods of all kinds on the tables and Serena wasn't sure what to try first. She tried a bit of everything and then decided to stick to what she was familiar with. Every now and again she glanced around the room for the girls she saw earlier.

"Mina," Serena said to her cousin. "Those girls from Durmstrang—they look familiar."

Serena pointed to them and Mina looked at Lavra and Martina. "Well, they couldn't have come to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. Only seventeen year olds came."

"Do they look familiar to you?" Serena asked.

"I—I think they do."

After the feast Professor Oleg stood up and welcomed the guests once again. "The next two days shall be for practice. Schedules and maps are available. Breakfast will be tomorrow at eight o'clock. Now I suggest it is time for you all to go to bed."

Everyone stood to their feet. Serena waved at Martina and Lavra once again, who waved back. When the Hogwarts students arrived where the busses where, they found that the busses looked like they had become apartments. The boys and girls were separated so Mina had to kiss Draco goodnight outside the busses.

"Why couldn't we just stay on the bus?" Mina wondered, "it could've been made into the Slytherin dorms!"

"Because boys are there," Serena said, "come on, Mina, I'm worn out and I have no idea when practice is going to be.

--

The maps of the Durmstrang grounds were very helpful. Hogwarts and Beaxbatons would've gotten lost on their way to practice without them. There were many lakes around Durmstrang but Durmstrang used the three largest, closest ones for the skating events. The smallest lake was used for the figure skating events, the middle sized lake was for speed skating and the largest one was used for the hockey game. They were all numbered, one, two, and three. No events were scheduled at the same time, which was convenient for those who took part in a number of events. Lavra was participating in the single figure skating event and the broom relay race. All of the Durmstrang boys crowded around the lake to watch her practice her routine. She wore a blood red outfit with the gold Durmstrang falcon on the chest.

"Lavra's going to win," they kept saying, "she's the best skater around!"

In addition to the Durmstrang boys, one certain Slytherin boy stood among them to admire her ability.

"She certainly is graceful," he murmured.

The other Durmstrang boys turned to the pale Slytherin boy of Hogwarts. "Who are you?"

"Draco Malfoy," Draco answered, "I go to Hogwarts. I wanted to come to Durmstrang but my mother didn't' want me to be too far from home."

"Malfoy, yes, I've heard of you," said one of the boys.

Lavra brought out a staff, whirling it and tapping it on the ice. Draco gasped.

"She's going to break the ice!" Draco shouted in shock. "She'll fall in!"

It was very un-characteristic for Draco Malfoy to lose his cool. He would laugh himself silly if he saw a person fall into the ice, at least someone like Potter or his pals. Yet somehow, at least at this moment, Draco did care for someone other than himself. He didn't want Lavra to fall and catch pneumonia before he got the chance to even talk to her.

The Durmstrang boys laughed. "No, the ice is frozen solid."

Lavra finished her routine and faced her little fan club. They cheered and roared.

"Wonderful, Lavra!"

"You etched the Durmstrang falcon into the ice! How did you do that?"

"Marvelous!"

Lavra skated up to thank her fan club for cheering her on. They kept telling her how good she was and how she was going to win first place, no questions asked.

"Thank you very much," Lavra said with a broad smile, her face red from skating. She took a mug of hot cocoa from one of her admirers and saw a new face. Draco Malfoy's.

"Hello," she said, "who are you?"
"Draco Malfoy, from Hogwarts," Draco said, bowing and taking Lavra's hand. He kissed her hand gently. "We're pen pals. It's finally good to meet you."

"Oh, yes, I remember!" Lavra said. "So nice to meet you, Draco. What do you think of Durmstrang?"

"It's great," Draco answered, "but I wish that Durmstrang kept teaching the Dark Arts."

"Trust me," Lavra said, leaning to him, "it wasn't all that great. Durmstrang wasn't a very nice place to be when Karkaroff was our Headmaster."

"He seemed all right," Draco said.

"Yeah, he seemed to be," Lavra muttered, "but he really wasn't a good wizard. He was scary. I'm glad he's gone and I hope ne never comes back. Professor Oleg is a much better headmaster."

"Yes, I suppose," Draco said, "well now that I've finally got to meet you, I'd like to see if your wand-guessing skills are as good as you say they are."

Lavra chuckled as Draco took his wand from his pocket and gave it to her. She looked the wand over and sniffed it.

"It's Lilac," she said with a smirk. "Surprising. I would've expected Ebony or Elm."

"I know," Draco said with a groan. "I think it's too girly—sounds more like the tree for Lockhart."

"Lilac has good properties," Lavra said, "Sacred to Gemini, the twins—are you a Gemini?"

"A what?"

"Is your birthday between May twenty-second and June twenty-first?"

"Yeah, it's June fifth."

"You are then."

"Is that good?" Draco questioned.

"You'll have to ask my friend, Martina," Lavra said, still examining the wand, "she's astrology expert…now let's see…Lilac is connected to air. Very good tree," Lavra continued, "and the wand is about a hundred years old."

"It's what!" Draco demanded, taking the wand back. "It's supposed to be brand new! Ollivander is such a liar!"

Lavra watched Draco fume over his Lilac, century old wand with a grin on her face. "I suppose it's been sitting in his shop for a while. The tree I think was also a hundred years old."

"Oh, perfect."

"Don't feel bad Draco," Lavra said, "my Oak wand is nearly a millennium old and it's excellent."

"You must be joking!" Draco gasped. "You actually use an ancient wand!"

"Some of the best wands are old," Lavra said confidently. "You don't want a wand that was made from immature wood. The tree needs to grow before wood is taken from it."

"Is there anything good you can tell me about my wand?" Draco asked solemnly. "Can you guess its core?"

"Well, I can try," Lavra stated as she took the wand back. "Do you mind if I try a few spells?"

"I don't care," Draco groaned, waving his arm lazily. Now knowing that his wand was almost two hundred years old, he didn't care who used it.

"Thanks," Lavra smiled and she waved the wand, jabbed it and did a number of other movements as she conjured spells. Draco watched half curiously, half glumly. Most of the spells she was doing were spells he's already done. Others she was trying to do weren't working because the wand she was using was not her own.

"Regio Vitium!"

Draco's wand made a low heart-beat and small dragon flew out of the end. Draco jumped back.

"What's that? How did you do that?"

"Your core has a dragon heart-string, doesn't it?" Lavra said, giving a half smile and twirling Draco's wand in her fingers. "Of course…Draco…your wand would have the heartstring of a dragon. I should've already guessed."

Draco pointed at the small green dragon that was fluttering around. "How did you just conjure a dragon?"

"That's how we can tell what's in the core," Lavra replied, "We not only make our own wands. We also buy some from other wand makers. One man was selling us a wand with a unicorn hair but he told us that it had the stinger from a manticore." Lavra grinned at the memory. "You should've seen the look on his face when we proved him wrong!"

"I didn't know you could do that," Draco said and Lavra pointed at the miniature dragon with Draco's wand.

"Looks like the dragon the heartstring comes from is a Romanian Longhorn," she said, "and it is a male…hmm…heartstring was removed about fifty years ago, maybe more."

"Really?" Draco said.

"Yes," Lavra said, "I'd have to ask my father to be sure. But it looks a lot like…can't be."

"What?"

"Here's your wand back," Lavra said, shoving Draco's wand into his hand. Draco looked at her in concern.

"Something wrong?"

"I'm only checking something," Lavra said, taking out her own wand. "Regio Vitium!"

A dragon identical to Draco's flew out of Lavra's wand. The two dragons flew in some sort of dance and then disappeared with a puff of smoke.

"Unbelievable!" Lavra shouted, turning to Draco. "Draco…you know what this means?"

"Er…"

"Our wands are brothers!" Lavra threw her arms around Draco's neck, causing him to lose his balance. Lavra's admirers groaned and walked away.

"Now I know why my wand has the heartstring of a Romanian Longhorn—you've got one too!" Lavra continued. "I had no idea my wand had a brother!"

"Me neither," Draco murmured once Lavra released him.

"You've inspired me," Lavra said, "I think I'll change my entire routine for tomorrow—and maybe even my outfit…" she looked down at her red skating dress. It was going to be identical to many of the girl's dresses. Lavra wanted to be unique.

"Inspired you?" Draco said slowly. "How?"

"I can't explain it," Lavra said, "Just something about you. Your girlfriend must be really lucky."

"Huh, how'd you know that I was seeing someone?" Draco demanded. "I didn't tell you."

"Mina did," Lavra said, "she's my pen pal too. Didn't she tell you?"

"Well, yeah," Draco said, "I was the one who started writing you first. I knew of your family's wands and wanted to get to know you. Mina just said she wanted to write to you too. She wasn't sure why. I guess she was just copying me or something."

"Mina's really lucky to have a boyfriend like you," Lavra said, "I must say, I'm quite jealous."

"Really?" Draco grinned, "well, you see, Mina and I are kind of having problems. She likes somebody else."

"She does?"

"Yeah, she's had a thing for Harry Potter for as long as I remember," Draco said with a shrug. "But she is dating me instead."

"How come? If she really likes this guy, why doesn't she just go for it?"

"Not sure," Draco said, "maybe she's starting to realize that they can't be together. Maybe she's starting to get into me more."

"You're not just playing with her feelings, are you?" Lavra commented.

"No," Draco said, "I really like her. She's beautiful and a hell of a Quidditch player."

"Isn't she going to be in the relay race?"

Draco nodded. "Me too. Are you?"

"Yes," Lavra replied and she glanced back at the ice. "It was really nice talking to you, Draco but I must get back on the ice and practice."

"Oh you're brilliant," Draco teased, "you don't need any more practice."

Lavra grinned. "I know I'm good. I've been skating since a kid, and even then, I was a natural. But like I just said, you inspired me and I want to do a whole new routine."

"Well I'm looking forward to seeing you on the ice," Draco said, grinning back.

"Thanks," Lavra said and she stepped back onto the ice. For a while she skated in circles to warm herself up. Her mind played her conversation over with Draco Malfoy a couple of times. She somehow wished he wasn't seeing Mina Lovegood. Perhaps it was wrong to think that but if Mina truly liked someone else then it wasn't fair for her, Draco or Harry to go on pretending. Knowing that Draco owned the brother to her wand, she felt connected to him. As much as Lavra loved Durmstrang, its mascot and its colors, she wanted a whole new routine and outfit. She no longer wanted to etch the Durmstrang falcon onto the ice. She didn't want to wear her blood red dress. She was going to come up with the best routine anyone has ever seen.

--

Serena was very nervous during practice because all the skating events were going to take place on the first day.

"Look at it this way, Serena," Harry consoled, "at least we'll be done first."

"But if we were last," Serena fretted, "we'd have more time to practice!"

"You'll do fine, Serena," Darien insisted.

"What if I fall? What if I forget the routine?"

"Don't worry," Darien said, "you won't."

Darien turned to Harry, who was lacing up his ice skates and lowered his voice. "Potter, you dare drop Serena and it will be detention."

Harry blinked and looked up at the teacher. He could tell by the look in his eye that he wasn't joking. "No problem, Professor Shields. I won't let Serena fall."

"See that you don't," he muttered.

Harry made sure Serena stayed upright for the entire practice. After which he went to practice for the broom relay race and Serena asked Professor Shields for more pointers, which he happily gave her.

"Good, Serena," Professor Shields told her after about an hour. "You should do well tomorrow. I wouldn't be surprised if you and Harry win first prize."

"You really think so, Professor Shields?" Serena asked eagerly.

Professor Shields nodded with a smile. "You've really come a long way. I knew there was a skater in you somewhere. You just needed time for that part of you to surface." His hand dropped on her shoulder. Serena looked at it, feeling sort of nervous.

"Er, thank you, Professor," she said, "well, I'm feeling cold so I'd better get back to the busses then."

"Of course," Darien said.

Serena took her skates off and hurried over to the buses, nearly bumping into one of the Durmstrang girls, Lavra.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Serena exclaimed.

"That's okay," Lavra said, stepping back. "Hey, I know you! You're Serena White from Hogwarts!"

"Uh, yeah, how'd you know?"

"I'm Lita Molniya, we're penal!"

"Oh, that's right!" Serena took hold of Lita's hands. "It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"Yes, it is," Lavra smiled, "so, you're in figure skating too? So am I!"

"Yup," Serena replied.

"Oooh, is he your partner?" Lavra questioned, pointing at Darien. Serena looked over at Darien and she blushed.

"Him?" Serena demanded. "No! He's my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

"Your professor?"

"That's right," Serena confirmed.

"Do you have a partner?"

"Yeah, but we've already had practice," Serena replied, "he just left to practice for the broom race. I hope he doesn't get lost."

"I know," Lavra said with a grin. "I got lost in my first year once and was late for class. Professor Karkaroff nearly expelled me. Well, it was nice meeting you, Serena! Good luck tomorrow!"

"Yeah, you too!" Serena said.

Weird, Serena thought as she watched Lavra run off, why do I feel like that's not the first time we spoke to each other?

--

After skating practices came the time for the events. Everyone was nervous. Serena hardly ate a thing for breakfast. Parvarti had to keep insisting her to eat something.

"I can't," Serena said, "I eat and I swear I'll get sick all over the ice. Oh what was I thinking? I shouldn't have entered us in this figure skating thing."

"What are you talking about?" Parvarti demanded. "Serena, you are brilliant!"

"You're just saying that," Serena moaned.

"No, I mean it," Parvarti insisted, "I've seen you on the ice. You're a natural, especially when you're with Professor Shields."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Serena asked defensively, flinching.

"That Professor Shields is a good coach," Parvarti said, raising an eyebrow. She was surprised with Serena's outburst. She grinned. "Unless…there's something else he's good at."

"Oh, come off it," Serena muttered, "stop insinuating that there's something between me and Professor Shields. He's a professor for goodness sake!"

To take her mind off Professor Shields and to keep Parvarti from saying anything more, Serena chowed down her breakfast and hoped that it wouldn't end up on the ice. She would just die if something like that happened.

The figure skating events representing Beaxbatons went first, followed by Hogwarts. Serena stepped onto the ice with Harry nervously.

"I can't do this," she said to her partner. "I can't."

"Serena, you'll be fine," he insisted.

"I'm going to fall," she said.

"That's not going to happen," Harry assured with a smile. "Just remember everything Professor Shields taught us in practice. Take a breath—it'll be just fine."

Serena slowly looked up at the stands to see the many people. She could barely make out anyone she knew. The shouting voices were unclear.

Serena was wearing a midnight long sleeved dress that fell around her knees. There was a silver crescent moon on her left shoulder. Her newly low-back length hair was pulled back in a ponytail with silver ribbons. Harry wore a midnight blue shirt with the same crescent moon with blue pants and black skates. Hand in hand, the couple skated to the center of the ice.

Don't fall, Serena thought to herself. Don't fall.

Don't drop Serena. Don't drop Serena. Harry kept thinking. Don't drop Serena.

The music flared up and they began to skate. They did every turn perfectly and when Harry tossed Serena in the air, he caught her every time. Strange images entered Serena's for the whole routine. She saw a pair skating but it wasn't her and Harry. The girl seemed to look like Serena but her hair was in a completely different hair style. It was much like the Moon Princess from Reenie's comic book. They were skating in some rink outside and the stars were so bright, so close, that they very well could've been out in outer space. Then she saw another flash of the same couple, but they looked different somehow. The girl was wearing a white leotard with a blue skirt and dark pink boots with skates on them. Somehow this vision gave Serena confidence. She skated like a girl possessed.

"Wow, look at them!" people in the stands shouted. "They're awesome!"

"I knew she could do it," Parvarti said to Lavender. "Isn't she great?"

"Harry is just as good on ice as he is on a broom!" Mina squealed without thinking. "He can put a giant three headed dog to sleep, save the Sorcerer's stone, kill a basilisk, take on a hundred dementors at once, battle a dragon, hold his breath for an hour and fight You-Know-Who—twice! Is there anything Harry can't do!"

Draco pretended not to hear his girlfriend rant about his rival's skills. He groaned and as he rested his chin into his palm.

"When's this over?" he wondered out loud. "I'm cold."

When Harry and Serena were done skating, they somehow etched a crescent moon into the ice. They looked down at their feet in awe.

"Wow, how did we do that!" Serena exclaimed.

"I don't know," Harry mumbled, "Professor Shields didn't teach us that."

The crowed cheered. Harry and Serena stepped back and waved at the applauding audience.

"We did it, Harry!" Serena cried. "And I didn't' fall once!"

"I know, way to go, Serena," Harry said, "I knew you could do it!"

Unable to stop laughing, Harry and Serena skated to the edge of the ice to meet with their coach.

"Well done, Ser—I mean—Miss White!" Darien called. "Mr. Potter, very good."

"Thank you, Professor!" Serena exclaimed, throwing her arms around Darien. "I couldn't have done it without you!"

Darien stumbled slightly but quickly regained his balance. Smiling, he patted Serena's back. "Oh, you did all the work yourself. I did nothing."

"Don't be silly!" Serena carried on. "You taught me how to skate and you taught me to believe in myself. You told me I could do it and I did it."

"Well," Darien murmured, "I'm glad I could help. You may go and have a seat."

"Okay," Serena said, "come on, Harry!"

Serena barley took three steps in the snow when she tripped and fell into the fresh powder. Harry gasped and made a nervous glance at Darien. Harry didn't drop Serena on the ice and Serena tripped all on her own off the ice—but would he still get detention? Both Darien and Harry expected Serena to burst into tears but Serena was in too much of a mood to cry. She pushed herself up and laughed.

"Hahaha! Oops!" Serena said. "I guess I should be more careful!"

"Are you all right, Serena?" Harry asked as he offered her his hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Serena said, "better to fall on the snow than the ice. The snow broke my fall! Harry, we did it! I can't believe how good we were!"

Smiling, Harry helped his partner to a bench and they sat to get their marks. They received a perfect score, putting them in first place. Serena felt as if she were about to faint.

"Look at that," she mumbled, "they all gave us tens. Were we really that good?"

The following couples to skate could not match up to Harry and Serena's skill. Some were intimidated by them and a few even fell on the ice. After all the couples skated, it was time for the ladies skating. Parvarti did wonderfully and did not fall once, except she had a wobbly landing on a couple of her jumps. When it was Lavra's turn to take the ice, all of the Durmstrang students got on their feet and cheered.

"LAVRA! LAVRA!"

The cheers of Lavra's schoolmates encouraged Lavra. She smiled to herself, got up from her bench and got onto the ice. All of the Durmstrang students stopped cheering suddenly when they saw how she was dressed. Lavra was not wearing her school colors. Instead she was wearing a dark green pantsuit with a dragon on the chest. There were light green leaves painted on her white skates and her hair was secured in a ponytail with leaves. Draco grinned slightly. He must've really inspired her. He didn't know how he did it but he glad he did.

Lavra went to the middle of the ice and took her opening one arm over her head and the other out to the side—very unlike the opening pose for the routine she had been working on. The music started up and it sounded like the start of a thunderstorm. She twirled and began skating around the ice, doing difficult jumps and twirls. She demonstrated to the three schools her strength and grace. She lifted up things from the ice, like chairs and other props. She skated as fast as lightning. Lavra was impressed and surprised with herself. Some of the moves she had never tried before but she felt that she had done them once or twice beore. She spun quickly with her hands clasped over her head. When she skated, she could've sworn she saw sparks fly from her skates. Finally she ended with her left arm stretched to the side and her right arm curled up by her shoulder. After blowing kisses to the audience, Lavra skated away and revealed the images she had left on the ice. There was no Durmstrang falcon this time—but a dragon, an oak tree and dozens of thunderbolts. Lavra got off the ice and passed an open mouthed Parvarti Patil.

"You—you were excellent!" Parvarti gasped. "You look like you've been skating for your whole life! No—more than that—you look like you've even skated in another life!"

Lavra grinned and shrugged, "Perhaps I have."

--

After the awards were given to the champions of the ice, the competition moved onto skiing. Hermione was not looking forward to it. She couldn't believe how she got stuck into the skiing event. She only hoped she wouldn't break a leg. Hermione skated up to the edge of the mountain with the other skiers, fighting hard to keep her balance. Martina Oleg glanced over to her.

"Not nervous, are you?" she asked Hermione.

"What's that?" Hermione mumbled. "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you."

"Well, good luck," Martina wished and she pulled her goggles down over her eyes. "And watch out for the trees—sometimes the branches like to whack you when you go by. Some trees even move."

"Great."

The whistle blew and all the skiers pushed off down the mountain. Hermione wanted to win but she also wanted to stay alive. She went at her own pace until she felt safe enough to go faster. All the other skiers were flying past Hermione with ease but she never excellerated. This was making Hogwarts furious.

"Why doesn't that Mudblood move?" the Slytherins demanded.

"Hey, shut up!" Ronald Weasley snarled at them. He groaned and turned to Harry. "Shouldn't Hermione go faster? Does she want to win or not?"

"I think she's trying to keep herself from breaking a leg, Ron," Serena said to him.

"Well isn't that what you say to someone?" Ron asked. "Break a leg?"

Serena chuckled. "It's just an expression! We want Hermione to do her best not really break her leg."

"She looks like she's catching up," Harry said as he peeked through his ominoculars. "But she's got to hurry if she's going to beat that Durmstrang girl."

"Wow!" Serena exclaimed. "Look at her! She's so fast!"

Martina remained in the lead through the skiing race. She dodged all trees and poles and she went so fast that her skis melted through the snow.

"Look at her, everyone!" said the announcer, Astra. She was the Bulgarian Head of the Magical Sports and Games. She had long wavy golden hair and wore thick furs. "She looks like she is on fire, doesn't she?"

Martina had only skied since she started coming to Durmstrang and even then she didn't ski very much. For some reason, skiing just came natural to her. Now that she was skiing in a competition, new found energy took her body over. She could not believe how fast, how agile she was. The finishing line was coming closer. She glanced behind her. A girl from Beaxbatons was slowly gaining. A few other girls were struggling to catch up and Hermione was in last place. Somehow she lost one of her skiing poles and she was having difficulty staying upright.

"I'm never going to get through this," Hermione complained. "I told them I didn't want to ski!"

Martina returned her eyes forward and she leaned in low, pushing her legs side to side and digging her poles into the snow. She was going to make it. Nothing was going to stop her. With one last push, she crossed over the finishing line just as Hermione was smacked in the backside with a tree and fell on her face.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, standing to his feet.

"Oh, don't worry, Ron," Serena teased, "I think she's going to be all right."

"I'm not worried," Ron said, blushing slightly.

"Sure you're not," Serena grinned.

Shortly after Raye received her award, Constantine ran to congratulated her.

"Martina, my love, you won!" he shouted.

"Yeah, I know," Martina mumbled, rolling her eyes. Martina gasped when Constantine gathered her up in his arms and hugged her tightly. "Constantine…let me go!"

"Oh, I knew you could do it!" he cried. "That's my girl!"

"I'm…not…your…girl!" she choked out as he continued to hug her.

"Funny," Serena said as she watched Constantine hug the daylights out of Martina. "Why does that couple look so familiar?"

TO BE CONTINUED

Hope you don't mind the short chapter. Actually, this isn't too short, is it? Not as lengthy as most of my chapters, I guess. I've made some chapters shorter. I thought that I could fit most of the Olympics in here but I think I'll save the rest of it for later. The next chapter will be of the ice sculpting, ice melting and the relay race. The Olympics inspired me a little bit. Sorry this update was so late.