Author's Note:
I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does! However, I do own Emily Blanchett, Delilah Hopkins, Merlin's Towers and anything that comes from it!
Fifth chapter! Wow, I'm fast. Haha:D It's the holidays here, you see and I'm terribly bored. If I'm inspired enough, I can write a chapter a day - seeing that my chapters are fairly long, that is. Thanks for viewing, and thanks for reading, of course! I hope you're looking forward to this as much as I am. Oh, by the way.. My story closely follows the movie as it's easier for me. Of course, I'll be adding in Emily and Delilah, and the Majors and everything into the story. Please read and review, thanks!
Chapter 5
Mad Eye Moody
While the rest of the group were busy getting to know each other, Emily poked Delilah's side and pointed to Dumbledore. He seemed to be making quite an important speech.
"Your attention please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."
"Wicked." We heard a familiar voice say, and we turned to find that Fred - it was Fred, wasn't it?- had said it. Delilah laughed, and Emily couldn't help but smile a little.
Professor Dumbledore continued. "For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch."
Suddenly, a huge roar of thunder filled the room. Instinctively, Emily glanced at Cressebella, but she too appeared to be shocked. A few drops of rain from above made Emily gasp, along with the rest of the audience, glancing up at the bewitched ceiling. A few screams erupted from the Hufflepuff table.
"That isn't supposed to happen.. Is it?" Emily murmured, her eyes lingering on the beautiful, bewitched ceiling that seemed to be raining wildly, thunder and lightning everywhere.
"Nope." Harry Potter replied grimly.
"..I wonder what's going on. The rain's never leaked out of the bewitched ceiling before." Hermione voiced out.
"Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the entrance of the Great Hall.
Emily, as well as eveyrbody else, turned and glanced at the entrance of the Great Hall, where a strange looking man stood. He pointed his wand to the ceiling, casting some magic upwards and seals the roof. Whispers erupted through the crowd, as the bewitched ceiling became a picture of a calm night, as it was before.
"Alastor Moody? The Auror?" Emily heard Hermione mutter.
"He was a catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter though these days!" Ron exclaimed.
The eyes of the audience trailed Alastor Moody's every move, as he limped his way to Dumbledore, breathing heavily. The two exchanged a few words, and Alastor Moody took a gulp of water from the small pocket flask he kept in his pocket.
"What's the thing he's drinking, do you suppose?" Jack muttered.
"I don't know, but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice." Harry replied, with a frown on her face.
"Emily.." Hermione started. "Since you can manipulate water, do you think you can find out what substance that is?"
"After much deliberation..." Bartimus Crouch's voice boomed over their voices.
Quite unused to the amount of eyes focused on her, Emily shrugged her shoulders. "I'll try." She muttered. Taking another sip from her goblet, Emily felt her senses return to her and her hands stopped shaking. It always helped, thought Emily, like how water replenishes my Element and how it makes me stronger.
"The ministry has concluded that..."
Closing her eyes, Emily tried to focus. Immediately, she could sense the amount of water all over the room. First, came the pure form of water. The vapour in the air, the plain water in some people's goblets, the fiery rain pouring outside.. Unknowingly, Emily smiled.
"For their own safety.."
"Why is she smiling, do you suppose?" Amidst the focus, a hazy voice found it's way to Emily's ears.
There was silence for awhile, then Jeslyn's voice broke through. "Among the whole lot of us, Emily has got to be the one that can connect the best with her Element. We all do best at our Elements because we love it. It's like our other half, you know? It's like doing something that we love."
"..and if I know Emily well, she would have sensed the rain already. She loves the rain."
Emily couldn't help but grin, and nudged Delilah in the side, losing a bit of her focus. To search for more impure forms of water, Emily had to focus more. The Pumpkin Juice in majority's goblets came flying at her, and she focused on that. It was quite familiar to her already, like a sweet aftertaste that left a sting in your mouth. Then, the image of the Great Hall entered Emily's mind. Like a mechanical eye, Emily zoomed in onto where Mad Eye Moody was at the moment, and to the bottle that he had, kept in his pocket.
What is it? Emily thought furiously. Comparing it with the sweet aftertaste of the Pumpkin Juice, it was definitely not Pumpkin Juice. If only.. If only I could focus a little more..
"No student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final."
The crowd started to roar, students pushing behind their benches and making as much noise as possible. The noise broke Emily's concentration oh so gracefully, and feeling slightly disturbed, Emily opened her eyes with a frown. People started to boo, and the noise was unsettling.
"That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!" George roared.
"Silence!" Dumbledore's voice boomed over the Great Hall, and gradually, silence came. The entire hoard of students watched Dumbledore, as he waved his wand over a box which melded into a goblet, containing a blue flame.
"The goblet of fire." He began. "Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back." As of this moment, the Tri-Wizard Tournament has begun."
The entire group of them walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room slowly. George and Fred had gone with Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Lee Jordan. Ginny had escaped with Dean, and Seamus had gone off with Parvati Patil, leaving Hermione, Harry and Ron with the Majors.
It was quite obvious who was best friends with each other, thought Emily with a wiry smile. Cressebella and Jonathan had arms linked together, happily bouncing side by side. Emily was squeezed between Delilah and Jack, with Jeslyn beside Jack.
There was silence among the group for awhile, but Ron managed to break it bluntly. "So, was it Pumpkin Juice that Mad Eye Moody was drinking?"
That had gotten him a nudge from Hermione. "Ronald, don't be so rude!" She hissed.
Emily couldn't help but laugh. "Hermione, it's fine." She began. "And no, it wasn't Pumpkin Juice that Mad Eye was drinking."
A gasp erupted through the group, with Cressebella being the loudest - obviously on purpose, thought Emily.
"I compared the Pumpkin Juice we were drinking, and what Mad Eye was drinking, but it wasn't a match."
"..you sound like some Crime Scene Investigator, or a Lab Tech." Emily heard Jack mutter beside her, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Turning to him, Emily nudged him swiftly in the side.
"And who was the one that wanted to be a CSI?" She replied, a wicked smile on her face.
"..you?" Jack said meekly, his eyebrows raised as if in a question. He was obviously testing Emily.
"Oh, no you didn't!"
"..Oh, yes I did!" Jack replied, grinning.
Emily scoffed and exclaimed in a playful tone, "I'm not talking to you anymore!" With that, she walked out of the position that she was in and got on Delilah's other side - so she was not beside Jack.
The group erupted in laughter, and as they retreated back to the Gryffindor Common Room, Emily somehow found herself at home.
