Authors Note: Welcome to another chapter. Don't worry; it's going to get more exciting. Please bear with me. Please review.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns anything from the Harry Potter world; I only own Ashley Dulmage and other OC's

They also insisted that I had to sit with them at dinner too. I couldn't refuse. It sure as heck beat sitting by myself. So there I sat, across from George and Fred, wedged in between someone by the name of Lee Jordan and Angela. They chattered away, I felt sort of like an outsider. That's when McGonagall announced that the first years would be sorted. I watched as all the scared, and excited first years lined up, eagerly waiting to be placed into their houses. Not much Gryffindor's this year. Everyone was basically ignoring them anyway because George was going on about new pranks they could possibly pull this year. When he was about to explain how one of the pranks could be executed, Dumbledore called for everyone's attention.

"Hello, and welcome to another fine year at Hogwarts. I have a special surprise this year, but before we get to that, let me explain something. The dark forest is still forbidden, and we will be sharing a school with two others this year in light of a legendary event. The Triwizard Tournament."

I saw Fred and George's faces light up as they nodded toward each other. I have never heard of this before so I continued to listen, hoping to be enlightened.

"But enough of that for now. Let me introduce you to the boys of Drumstrang and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff."

I heard the doors slam open as many big, muscular, similar looking boys stepped through. They put on a small performance that was probably supposed to amuse us. It seemed to amuse Fred, but George didn't look too impressed though.

"And the girls of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madam Maxime."

They came in fluttering in like fairies. Wow, I rolled my eyes. Girls like that annoy me. They go around and act like they are the most perfect things on the planet. Fred stared longingly at them, George didn't. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. At least he's not into superficial girls. That put him higher on my cool scale. Yes I have a cool scale. My best friend Sierra is on top. George is somewhere near the middle. Fred on the other hand was near the bottom.

"Now these students will be going to class together with us. Show them the utmost respect as you are representing Hogwarts." He went on explaining what the tournament was all about. I got more and more excited.

"I really want to sign up for this!" I whispered to George. He smiled at me.

"I and Fred have been wanting to also." But that's when we heard these words.

"No one under the age of 17 are allowed to put forth their name for the tournament."

I stood up, furious, and yelled, "Rubbish!" And much to my surprise Fred and George did the same. As a matter of fact, a lot of people did.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" George yelled.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore yelled. We sat at once. We sat and grumbled the rest of dinner. I walked to the common room alone. I needed to let loose and get out some of this anger. It just wasn't fair. I am perfectly capable to participate in that tournament. There was only one way to do this, to get out this aggression. But I had to wait till everyone was asleep. So I grabbed a book, sat by the fireplace and read. At 11, I decided to fake going to sleep, so no one would be suspicious. I crawled into my bed and laid there till 12:30 lit up on my clock. I jumped out of bed and put on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. Wrapping some medical tape around my knuckles, I felt my heart speed up in excitement.

I was pumped and ready. I quietly walked downstairs. Snoring sounded near the fireplace. I tiptoed over, and there, lying on the couch, was a sleeping George. His shaggy hair strewn everywhere. I wanted to wake him so he could get a good night's rest in a bed. But I decided against it. I didn't need him asking questions. I stepped through the portrait hole, trying not to wake the fat lady. She stirred awake.

"What are you doing out of bed at this hour?" She whispered angrily. I just pretended to sleep walk. That is until I turned the corner. Then I quickly walked down the corridors. The whole time though, I felt eyes on me. I looked behind me multiple times, but no one or nothing was there. I just shook it off as nerves of getting caught out of bed at this hour. I stood by a wall, closed my eyes, and focused. Soon a door slowly appeared its way onto said wall. I pushed the doors open, and there it was. Punching bag, wrestling mat, dummy, weights, and a treadmill. I sighed in relief. Time to do some kickboxing.

Georges POV

I was awoken by the squeaking of what seemed like stairs. I cracked my eye open a tad, just too barely be able to see who was coming down stairs. My heart thumped. Ash. What was she wearing that for? I saw tape around her knuckles. I laid there as she stared at me, seeming to be contemplating something. Then she left. I waited till the portrait hole closed before I went through it myself. I had to know what she was going to do. Because it didn't look like she was going for a walk in the park. The fat lady grunted quietly as she saw yet another student go out. I saw Ash just turn the corner and I sneaked after her. I had to hide because she kept looking behind her. But then she stopped and looked at a wall. Wait, I know where I am. But before I could do anything she had already walked through the door that appeared on the wall. Then she was gone. I decided to go back to bed. Hoping my new found friend was ok.