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CHAPTER TWO – Plots
___DUMBELDORE'.___
I swept around the staff tables, my midnight blue robes swirling around me, fully aware of the hundreds of hopeful faces staring intently in my direction. I was particularly drawn to the faces of the Weasley Twins... They were not going to be happy about the next few minutes; I had a sixth sense for these things, especially when it came to the lovable troublemakers of the school.
"This year, ladies and Gentlemen. I believe that some of you may already have heard the following, so, please do allow your minds to wander..." I began, addressing the vast majority of the students. I now needed to phrase the next part of the announcement carefully.
"Now, if you have been reading the Daily Prophet over the summer, I'm sure you will have noticed that a significant event is taking place this year at our own dear school; The Triwizard Tournament!" I finished with a flourish, allowing the words to have the desired effect.
As predicted, the Weasley Twins had practically leapt from their seats, as had the Iero brother and sister, the Ways and even Mr. Cedric Diggory; though popular with staff and Hufflepuff students, Cedric was faced with adversity from the majority of the remaining students.... Not that I could see why!
"Now, I do, however, have one other announcement to make; there WILL BE restrictions in place to prevent those students beneath the age limit from competing..." Here, I allowed myself a moment to think back over the conversations I had had with the staff; when we had decided that, after the long meetings over the summer with Fudge – who in my personal was going slightly senile, and yet, people told me that I was losing my marbles, actually, I had already lost my marbles, when I was a child... They disappeared after a trip to France. You understand, of course that I have replaced said marbles. Anyway, Fudge and his cohorts had agreed that because of the nature of the Tournament, the entrants should only be aged seventeen or older.
"Only those students over the age of seventeen shall be able to put their name forward for the tournament." I added, scanning the room for the signs of indignant rebellion Minerva had foreseen. Of course, I could find masks of horror, faces shadowed by anger and then, the faces of the twins were identically upset... Well, I couldn't say I blamed them - they were well renowned for their blatant and hilarious rule-breaking and this would not only have been the perfect opportunity for them to break the rules by entering, it would be a time for the both to show the wizard world that they were more than a pair of tremendous jokers; they were exceptional wizards – in their own right.
____FRANK'.____
Any excitement had been neutralized by the final part of Dumbledore's announcement; only if we were seventeen or older could we compete in perhaps one of the greatest events in the Wizard world... Now, none of us had the chance to prove our worth... Or so I thought. I caught sight of Sum's eye; she looked as equally upset as myself, however, her eyes glimmered with the shadow of a 'cunning plan' she and her friends had concocted.
I settled back against Ger's arm to watch the new students get sorted into their houses. As I scanned the line, there was a girl there, taller than those around her, her face seemed permanently fixed into a sneer, reminding me dramatically of the Slytherin Snake himself – Draco Malfoy.
____'.____
It was humiliating having to stand with the children of the school to be 'sorted', I was of pure-blood lineage, and therefore there was only one place that the tattered old hat could possibly place me.
I stepped up to the stool as the terrifying woman called my name - "Tsar, Aurora Jasmine!"- Before I sat down on the spindly legged stool, I knew. the voice was whispering as it approached my hair, more a snigger than I had expected.
"Now, I see.... Pure blood." I heard coming neared to my ear, the moment the hat touched my hair, the decision was made; "SLYTHERIN!" The hat cried. I sauntered away from the stool and headed to my table. I caught many of the heads of Slytherin boys turning in my direction, followed by the whisperings and mutters of the rest of the school. Yes, I was no first year student – I was a fourth year and had been forced to move to Hogwarts by my family. We had been well respected members of the wizard community in our old home of Salem. Of course, I can guess that you think that there is no real witches in Salem; it's merely a story. But, rest assured, my friend, I am no story. My power and I are very, very real!
Finally, I found an empty seat halfway along the bench – opposite the very epitome of gorgeousness; ice blond hair fell perfectly over sculpted features that came from generations of pure-blood. I gave my golden-brown hair a well practiced flick and smiled in his direction. My new life at Hogwarts was about to get interesting.
_____MALFOY'.______
The new Slytherin addition was causing some disruption among the students. Beside me Brooklyn stirred; disapproval radiated from her every pore.
"Draco, what are you looking at?" She hissed, elbowing me between the ribs. I turned my back on the new arrival to face Brooklyn Rose Sanders – the most interesting creature I had ever met, for now...
My eyes continued to sweep the hall as the feast went on. Over at the Gryffindor table, Pansy Iero and the gothic Freak were embraced in plain sight of the whole school. I pushed my plate of half eaten food away, unsure of whether I could stomach it. Then, it hit me; I now had the perfect opportunity to break their entire group of muggle-loving friends – AND Saint Potter, Mudblood Granger and Weasel Bee... The senile old fool had supplied me with enough ammunition to get the whole lot of them in serious trouble. However, I was unsure if Brooklyn would be willing to give me the space to accomplish it.
____Frank'._____
After the feast we had gathered in a quieter corner of the Hall to discuss the opportunities that had been opened to us. The group seemed to buzz with electricity as we escaped the hall and made our way to the separate towers. There was one topic of conversation on everybody's lips, well, except Hermione's; the Triwizard Tournament. I needed to find out what had been on Summer's mind, which consequently meant that I had to get her mind away from Seamus.
"So, come on Miss High and Mighty planner, what was the plan you and your friends have concocted?" I yelled at her randomly on our journey up to the common room. She was taken aback slightly, then, she dragged me back from the crowd of Gryffindors and began to explain in a hurried whisper what she, Sophia, Ellie and Bella had decided.
___Kerry's Point of View____
As Bob, Ray and I had prepared to leave the others and make our way to our own dormitory, Sum had grabbed at my hand.
"You three need to come up to the Gryffindor common room later, 'kay? Around midnight. We need to get the others on board with this." She muttered then hurried after her brother. Bob caught sight of our whispered conversation and shrugged his shoulders.
So, it seemed that Sum was intent on gaining her brother's acceptance for her plan. Although, we had to admit, that was a long shot indeed: Frank's protective nature was going to be difficult to overcome, although, with the promise of a lot of gold for the winner, he and the others may be convinced to join us in our efforts.
____Malfoy's Point of View____
Yes! I finally had the chance I needed to get them all and Brooklyn was fed up with my complaints and, had headed back to the common room without me. Therefore, after the feast, I hung back with Crabbe and Goyle the greedy pigs had decided to continue with their fourth helpings of dinner. When, after a further four helpings of the slop that had been served, the pigs followed me begrudgingly from the Hall. Instinctively, I headed straight for Professor Snape's dungeon study, knowing that he would be as eager as I for the news that I had to deliver.
I raised my fist to knock purposefully on the office door, when I discovered that my arm was pulled back, a hand gripping tightly to the arm of my robes. Obviously, Brooklyn had decided to follow us after the feast.
"Draco, love. What, in Salazar's name, do you think-" She began, casting a gloomy and scrutinizing eye over Crabbe and Goyle.
"I'm here to see Professor Snape." I explained shortly, shaking her hand off me. However, I had underestimated her persistence.
"So am I, Draco. I think I'll go before you, my need is, after all, greater than yours." She whispered, pulling a letter from an inside pocket of her robes.
I stepped aside and allowed her to knock once on the office door. I knew better than anyone that her need to see Snape was greater than any Slytherin student.