The other miss Granger
Chapter 3:
"See that you got caught in Peeves water balloons?" the twins said looking at their younger brother. Ron blushed a deep red.
"How come he never annoys you guys?" he asked sitting down at the Gryffindor table in the great hall with his two best friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
"He respects us." the twins said, grinning.
"Good evening," said Headless Nick the Gryffindor ghost, beaming at them.
"Says who?" said Harry, taking off his shoes and emptying them of water.
"Hope they hurry up with the Sorting. I'm starving." Ron said, looking at the plate in front of him.
"Hiya, Harry!"
It was Colin Creevey, a third year to whom Harry was something of a hero.
"Hi, Colin," said Harry warily.
"Harry, guess what? Guess what, Harry? My brother's starting! My brother Dennis!"
"Er - good," said Harry.
"He's really excited!" said Colin, practically bouncing up and down. Then he went on about how he hoped his brother would be in Gryffindor to. Hermione wasn't really paying attention. She smiled at Ginny as she sat in front of her.
After the sorting and dinner where Hermione found out that they had house elves in Hogwarts to tell you the truth she wasn't really happy.
"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden
inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He continued, "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."
"What?" Harry gasped. Hermione looked at the members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak. She would of laughed at the situation but by the looks of her friends face they would never talk to her again if she did. Dumbhedore went on, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts -" But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open.
A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swivelled towards the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, then began to walk up toward the teachers' table. A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling. Hermione gasped. The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any over Hermione had ever seen.
"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" said Dumbledore brightly into the silence. "Professor Moody."
It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause, but none of the staff or students chapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid, who both put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him.
"Moody?" Harry muttered to Ron. "Mad-Eye Moody? The one your dad went to
help this morning?"
"Must be," said Ron in a low, awed voice.
"What happened to him?" Hermione whispered to her friends. "What happened to his face?"
"Dunno," Ron whispered back, watching Moody with fascination.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students before him
"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 very great pleasure to inform you that the
Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly.
But Hermione didn't hear a word what they were saying, she blanked out. She had read about this tournament. It consisted of three of Europe's best schools, Hogwarts, Drumstrang and of course Beauxbaton, where her own sister was. Would her sister come to Hogwarts? That means she would meet her sooner than originally planned. This frightened her slightly.
"-Death-toll" hearing these words Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and whispered anxiously "Death-toll?" but no one seem to care about the deaths that had happened because of this tournament and only cared about hearing more about the tournament.
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger. The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed
contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at 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 personal prize money."
After that many people said they were going to sign up and try to be selected as the Hogwarts champion. Until Dumbledore said that they had all decided that you had to be 17 or over. This caused many to shout in protest.
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all 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!"
With that they all left the hall.
"Hemrione your sister could be one of the select few coming!" Ginny said to her. Herione nodded.
"Wouldn't that be nice?" she asked her trying to get her to open up about how she felt about having her sister here.
"I suppose." she said. Ginny frowned at her friend, Ginny would have been so happy to have an older sister instead all she got was 6 older brothers.
Before falling asleep that night Hermione hoped her sister would come, realising that Ginny was right. She would be able to get to know her sister for real instead of through letters.
Hermione smiled at the thought of having an older sister who was a witch. It would be nice, very nice.
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