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I glanced around the familiar Mediterranean-like architecture of the ark, calmly waiting for Komui's signal to create a gate to Hogwarts. As I sat on the rim of a white marble fountain, I noticed how everyone else seemed to be anxious.
Lavi was causally leaning against one of the buildings with his arms crossed. His eye was closed in a way to feign a sense of calm, though his eyelid shattered that image with its constant twitching. Lenalee paced back and forth, twiddling her thumbs as she did so. Kanda's fingers twitched at Mugen's hilt, as if he wished that his trusty katana could fix everything for him but knew that it couldn't. Komui checked the time every minute or so, constantly flipping the cover of the silver pocket watch in his hand with the Black Order's signature rose cross on the cover.
After what seemed like only a few minutes, Komui straightened his uniform and directed a nod towards me.
"It's time."
In response, I closed my eyes and hummed the song that controlled the ark- the mystical tune seemed to echo in the vast space, amplified by an unknown source. Immediately, I reached for the closest door, revealing a wall of soft white light, and held it open for everyone- and exited the ark last
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POV switch- Harry Potter
For the whole two months since Dumbledore's announcement of the Triwizard Tournament, I had to listen to Hermione complaining about how grammatically incorrect the competition's name was.
"It should be the Tetrawizard Tournament, not the Triwizard Tournament!"
"But Hermione," Ron would explain, "you have to admit that Triwizard sounds better than Tetrawizard." I could only nod in agreement.
"You also cannot forget that the fourth school only joined the competition this year. It would be impractical to change the name of a centuries-old tournament such as this."
The arrival of the first two schools had shaken me out of my thoughts. Now the students of Hogwarts were waiting for the mysterious fourth school.
As I waited, I listened to the students' idle chatter, with most of them wondering who the last school was, and how they were going to arrive.
The students fell silent as a tall wall of white light seemed to piece itself together like puzzle pieces. At the top-most section, a large digital-like question mark appeared in red.
Immediately, a tall man of Asian decent stepped out of what I assumed to be a gate of sorts. His black hair was short- slightly curled at the nape of his neck, and his angular dark brown eyes were hidden behind rectangular glasses. As a hat, he wore a white burette that had a large, light blue "K". He wore a light colored turtleneck top, with white belted slacks, and strangely enough, slippers. Over his clothes, he had donned a white military-styled trench coat that was open, and flowed behind him as he walked. The most notable thing about him though, was a silver rose cross that was placed over his heart.
"Professor Dumbledore!" He cried, as he trotted up to the said professor. "It is a pleasure to see you again!"
"It is a pleasure to see you too, Professor Lee. How is life at Rosa Crux?"
"It's swell! Our students are performing well... Better than our standards actually."
The appearance of the school's students drew my attention away from the rest of the conversation.
The first student to appear was a tall, older teenager who had flaming red hair that could match that of a Weasley in brilliance. His hair was pulled out of his face by a green bandana that seemed to have a pattern that I could not distinguish, and covering his right eye was a black eyepatch. His left eye though, was the color of a dark emerald, and reminded me of lush, rolling green hills in a vast countryside.
The next student was a rather petit young woman whose smooth, ebony hair curled at her chin. Her eyes sparkled in a rather elegant way, and and the jingling of her anklets rang throughout the area.
As the girl stood next to the red haired teen, another person exited the "gate". At first glance, I had actually mistaken them to be a woman, but as I noticed their tell-tale squared features- the person who I had presumed to be a "she", was actually a "he". His long, waist-length hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and was the color of a night sky. His cobalt eyes seemed to pierce through everyone, and as if he was disappointed, he let out a "Che" before heading towards the others. As he made his way though, I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a sword sheath
The last student to appear was the strangest by far. His messy,snow white hair hung just above his chin, and a large red scar cut down the left side of his face in a line as thin as a grass blade, making my own scar appear inane. His eyes were deep silver pools, and were lit with a kind light that reminded me of the flame on a candlewick. As his gaze traveled throughout the faculty and students of Hogwarts, his eyes lingered on me for a second longer than any one else before he turned to join the rest of the students from his school.
From what I had noticed, the students from Rosa Crux did not really wear a uniform that was the same for everyone like Hogwarts, or the other schools that I've seen. Instead, the students wore the uniform differently- as if their school had tailored the clothing specifically for each student. The style for each of the uniforms though reminded me of something militaristic. The students had the same silver rose cross over their heart, and the decorations on their coats were alike- they reminded me of military ranks.
When I had noticed their clothing, I turned to Hermione.
"Are there any military wizarding schools?"
"Not that I've read. The closest school to anything militaristic that I've read was Durmstrang, but there was one school that was very vague about its structure called Rosa Crux Academy for the Magically Gifted."
I nodded to myself as I followed the students of Hogwarts back into the Great Hall, wondering why there was hardly any information about Rosa Crux Academy.
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After the presentations of Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, I was left in awe- they never really taught us magic like that at Hogwarts. But Rosa Crux Academy was sure to surprise me even more, especially if it was a selective school like its name claimed it was.
The first thing that caught my attention was the sound of something large hitting the cobblestones in front of the Great Hall, and the shout of a foreign word.
"Hiban!"
As the large wooden doors burst open, a giant snake made of fire flew down the center isle at what seemed like the speed of a train before it rose abruptly, and started to turn back. Before the snake could get much farther though, the girl that I saw earlier dashed down the isle and leaped into the air- but as she became airborne, I noted that the anklets had vanished, and were replaced with a pair of thigh-high, heeled boots that appeared to be such a dark red that they could have been mistaken to be black. She then started to flip once, twice, thrice, twisting like a corkscrew all the while. And that was the start of her dangerous dance that consisted of unimaginable feats of acrobatics.
While the girl was in the air, a pair started to spar, making their way down the center isle as well.
One of the people was the long-haired male. His eyes glittered with dislike towards the person that he was sparring against. He held in his hands an odd single edged sword that seemed to radiate with power. Its hilt, from what I could see, was the color of ink with elegant silver designs of what seemed to be lotuses.
The other was the white haired boy, but I could barely recognize him. This person was cloaked in white, and an odd silver masquerade mask covered their face. His left arm had become black, and had long claws instead of fingers- his sleeve was nowhere to be found. Despite his odd appearance, I was instantly reminded of a clown.
As the two sparred, they moved in an impossibly graceful way- moving together in harmony and matching their attacks with perfectly timed parries as if they could read each other's minds.
When they neared the middle of the room, the cloaked boy gripped his wrist and transformed the clawed limb into a large, double edged broadsword. The sword's edge was black, along with a cross that was in the middle, contrasting with the rest of the otherwise white blade. Another cross, which was silver and was about the size of a charm, dangled from the edge of the hilt. As the boy pulled the sword away, a round black plate became visible, with a white cross in the middle; it was were his shoulder joint should have been before.
Suddenly, a cry rang throughout the hall.
"Extend!"
As the sound of the shout, the fire snake dissipated- leaving behind a shower of golden sparks, and the red-headed boy seemingly flew into the room on an extending metal broomstick. As he passed by the dueling pair, they grabbed onto the handle, and the girl up above began to drop- landing on the metal broomstick in a crouched position. When they reached the front of the hall, they all jumped off- facing the house tables- and the metal broomstick vanished, leaving behind a small hammer in the red-head's hand.
A heavy silence filled the hall as the Asian man in the white coat stalked down the center isle, with each of his footsteps filling the air with their echo. When he reached the front of the head table, he took off his buret and bowed, before settling himself at one of the empty seats.
As soon as he sat down, the silence was broken by a roar of cheering- nearly defending me. Seemingly, the students took this as a signal to sit down, and made their way to the Gryffindor table.
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POV Switch- Allen Walker
Lenalee and I deactivated our innocence before we followed the others as they made their way towards the table that was decorated in crimson and gold.
Lavi, the one who reached the table first, chose for us to sit next to the students that he and I had met on the train almost two months earlier.
"Hello," He greeted them, "May we sit with you?"
The brunette blinked, as if she didn't expect us to sit with them. After a moments hesitation, she replied.
"Of course you may. My name is Hermione, and these two are Harry, and Ron." She gestured to a black-haired boy and the red-head sitting next to her respectively.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Allen, and my classmates are Lavi, Lenalee," I paused for a second, wondering if I should introduce Kanda as BaKanda or not, but opted not to. "And Kanda." As I mentioned each person's name, I followed Hermione's example and gestured to each exorcist.
As we settled into our seats, Dumbledore began a small speech that welcomed everyone to the castle... At least that was what I had heard afterwards, I was too busy trying to keep my stomach from grumbling, so I didn't listen to what the headmaster had stated.
Suddenly, the golden plates in front of me were filled with food, and jugs were brimming with various liquids. Some of the things were easily recognizable- but for others, I could not figure out what even the most basic ingredients were.
"Am I in heaven?" I murmured to myself in wonder. As if he had heard me, Harry looked at me oddly. Though I quickly dismissed his behavior as a reaction to the amount of food that I was piling food onto my plate.
"What's that?" Ron had noticed a French dish, but apparently, he didn't know what it was. Before Hermione could respond, Lenalee replied.
"That's Bouillabaisse , a rich and spicy stew that includes various types of fish. I recall it to be a rather delicious."
Ron scrunched up his nose in distaste. "I'll take your word for it."
Meanwhile, I had finished what was on my plate, and was reaching for more.
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Sometime during the meal, a rather beautiful silver-blonde haired girl came up to the table asking for the Bouillabaisse. She had a pale complexion with large sapphire eyes, and teeth that were impossibly white and even. From the school uniform that she was wearing, I could tell that she was from Beauxbatons- the school from France.
Before Lavi could make a fool out of himself, I decided to intervene.
"Excuse me," I asked in French, "may I ask you a question?" If she was shocked by my ability to speak her native language, she didn't show it.
"You may..."
"I was wondering if there were any dishes that you would recommend." She briefly smiled before she replied.
"Well, the Bouillabaisse is one of my favorites. Have you tried it before?"
"I have, I found it to be quite appealing, thank you."
"I'm glad to find that you like it. I hope that you have a good night."
"Thank you, I hope that you have a good night as well."
As she walked away, I could have sworn that she flicked a long strand of hair behind her*.
"She's a Veela!" Ron exclaimed breathlessly. I threw him a questioning glance.
For some reason, a foggy memory seemed to surface at that moment.
Flashback...
Allen was bent over a large encyclopedic book, and was quickly jotting down notes into a separate notebook that looked like it had been thrown away sometime previously.
Even though his handwriting was small, it was surprisingly neat and legible- something that was uncommon for someone his age.
On the page that he was currently taking notes on, there was a section titled "Veela", and next to the text were two pictures. One of the pictures was of a rather elegant young woman whose long, pin-straight hair appeared to look like spun white-gold. Her skin was pale, and her eyes seemed to sparkle like diamonds. Her clothing was rather simple, copying the dress of a modest muggle, which brought out her unearthly beauty even more. The only thing that was ruining the image was the scowl that marred her face, and the heeled foot that was tapping the floor of her picture. She had tried to talk to the boy, but he had ignored her, much less acknowledge the fact that she was even there.
Underneath the picture of the woman, there was a vicious looking beast. It held a ball of fire in one of its hands, and large, scaly wings extended from its shoulder-blades. Its head was like that of a bird, with piercing amber eyes, and a cruel, sharp beak. Otherwise, it looked quite similar to the woman in the picture above.
The librarian, who had been watching this young, precocious child in interest, walked up to the boy and looked over what he was reading. As she saw the material that the first year was reading, her eyes widened in shock- he was reading course material that was meant for NEWT students for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"What are you reading?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
Allen looked up at her, blinking his large eyes in confusion, before realizing that she was asking him a question.
"I'm reading a rather interesting book about mystical creatures that are from foreign countries."
The librarian nodded her head in disbelief, "I see..." She then turned to leave the boy in peace. From what she had observed, he didn't really like to be interrupted while he was reading.
...Flashback End
Hermione's sharp response to Ron's statement brought me back to the present.
"Of course she isn't! I don't see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!"
When I looked around the room, I noticed that only some boys seemed to be affected by the girl like Ron- Lavi included.
"I'm telling you, that's not a normal girl!" As he spoke, Ron leaned sideways, which I assumed was to keep the mystery girl in sight.
"Hermione's right," I joined in, "She is definitely not a Veela- they're considered to be mythical creatures, so they wouldn't receive any education in the magical arts. If anything, she is partially a Veela."
Ron seemingly sighed to himself, "They still don't make them like that at Hogwarts."
"They make them okay at Hogwarts." Harry replied distractedly, looking beyond the table that he was sitting at.
When I followed his gaze, I found a girl who looked similar to Lenalee sitting at a table that was decorated in blue and black. I shook my head knowingly, a small grin dancing on my lips, before I turned back to finish my meal.
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When the plates were mysteriously wiped clean, Dumbledore stood- silencing the hall.
"The moment has come," The old headmaster announced for everyone to hear, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring the casket-"
My eyes narrowed in suspicion, wondering what exactly did the opening of the Triwizard Tournament entail. When I glanced at Komui, and the other exorcists, they seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"- just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."
From the manner each of the department heads while they were introduced, Mr. Crouch seemed to be a very strict man, and he reminded me eerily of Mr. Levirrer. I tried to prevent myself from glaring at him by thinking about the other department head. Mr. Bagman was like a polar opposite to Mr. Crouch- a fun-loving man, who appeared to be irresponsible. From what I could tell, Mr. Bagman was a type of person who made Komui seem to be as responsible as Reever. He would not be the type of person who I'd leave in charge of a whole department, much less an international tournament.
"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament, and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and Professor Lee on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."
Confused, I searched the table in the front of the room, and found what appeared to be the heads of the other schools. One of them was a rather larger-boned woman, who I assumed to be the headmistress for Beauxbatons- she was probably the judge Madame Maxime. A harsh-looking man who was tall and thin sat nearby- I assumed him to be the judge Professor Karkaroff, and the headmaster of Durmstrang.
"The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."
A short man wearing a moldy tailcoat approached the headmaster, and in his hands was what appeared to be an ancient wooden chest that was covered in jewels.
"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," As Dumbledore spoke, the chest was set before him on the table.
"And they made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways... Their magical prowess- their daring- their powers of deduction- and of course their ability to cope with danger."
I quietly chuckled to myself at the older man's last statement. My ability to cope with danger? I dealt with danger every single day of my life- it was no stranger to me.
"As you know, the four champions compete in the tournament, one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they preform each of the tournament tasks and the champion with the highest score after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."
When the Dumbledore tapped the top of the casket three times with his wand, the lid creaked open, and the older man reached into the chest and pulled out a wooden goblet. He then gently closed the lid to the chest before placing the cup on top of it- making it clearly visible for everyone in the room.
The wood was of a medium tone, and was chipped in various places. From what I could tell, it was poorly made, and I would have considered it to be insignificant if not for the white-blue flames that danced over the brim- licking the air with their greedy tongues, and constantly asking for more.
"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet. Aspiring champions have twenty four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the four it has judged to be most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete."
The older man continued in a tone that seemed to be directed towards a pair of red-headed twins sitting a few spots away from me. "To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation, I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line."
"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now I think it is time for bed. Goodnight to you all."
I turned to Lavi, "Who do you think would be most suitable to be champion- or do you think that we should just submit all of our names?"
Lavi nodded his head, as if thinking about how he was going to reply before he answered. "I don't think that I should enter- Panda-jiji would not allow it because I'm a Bookman. Komui would never allow Lenalee to enter because of his sister complex, and I don't think she would like Komui destroying the goblet by using one of his robots. The only two candidates left would be you and Yuu-chan."
I shook my head in disagreement. "I don't think BaKanda would enter, he has this mystery person to find, and a magical contract may get in the way of that... I also don't think they would let him use his Katana, which would probably result in some fight with the judges. I think I would be the only person left."
By now, we were walking towards the door that led into the entrance hall, when everyone had stopped. I quickly preformed the levitation charm on myself so I could see over the crowd, and discovered the cause of the disruption.
Professor Karkaroff was apparently staring down at Harry in disdain for no apparent reason.
"Baka," I muttered to myself, "you shouldn't block the only doorway because of some idiotic staring contest." The disfigured man, who had reached the pair, glanced at me curiously, his mysterious electric blue eye had swiveled in my direction while his other eye remained on the two. After Karkaroff strode away, the man then hobbled his way towards Lavi and I.
"Your from Rosa Crux," His gruff voice was flat- he wasn't asking a question, he was making a statement. "You appear to be rather clever- performing a simple levitation charm to see over a crowd of people who tower over you. But how do you know Japanese if your school is in England?"
I replied curtly, "I could say the same Professor- how did you recognize the language if you have supposedly been in England all of your life. From what I had heard, you only know English."
The man scowled, before turning away. "Your lucky that you don't go to school here," He called over his shoulder, "I think that you would have made a very nice ferret."
I glared at his back as he walked away. He had no right to transfigure students! I considered telling Dumbledore, but opted not to... He would surely know if his professors were threatening students.
When I traveled through the ark, back to the Black Order, I wondered what the tasks might possibly be.
A/N: I know that at least Fleur is OCC in this chapter, but perhaps Allen caught her attention *wink*... (Just kidding! There won't be any Allen/Fleur pairings, perhaps friendship, or respect- especially after what Fleur had witnessed with the presentation of Rosa Crux Academy- but there will not be any romantic relationship between those two.) So next chapter the champions will be chosen, and there will probably be another flashback/dream. I forgot to mention this last chapter, but I would like to thank everyone who has read/reviewed Rosa Crux so far. Thank you for reading this FanFiction!
* I had read somewhere that a girl flicking their hair is a type of flirting