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wildest dreams
VOLUME I

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I shook my head as I watched Fred, George and Lee stare at the cauldron excitedly.

"You know it's not gonna work, right ?" I said.

"Have a little faith, Addy" said Lee.

"Why wouldn't it work ?" said Fred. "It's just an Age Line. Easily fooled."

"And we only need a couple more months – it's not even going to notice."

I shrugged – I didn't want to stop them, after all. I was too curious to see what would happen. I had a feeling it would be very entertaining.

"All right. I'll go first" said Lee, a huge grin on his face.

He dipped the spoon he was holding into the Potion, and took a sip.

"What does it taste like ?" asked George, frowning.

"Like... black pudding."

"Huh – all right" said Fred, shrugging. "Cheers."

I watched as he and George took a sip of the Potion each.

"You sure you don't want some, Addy ? There's plenty left" said Fred.

"Nope – I'm fine."

"You absolutely sure ?"

"Yes, Fred, I'm sure."

"Your loss" he shrugged.

"All right, let's do it !" said Lee.

They hurried off out of the broom cupboard which the twins used for their products at Hogwarts – protected by a spell, of course – and I followed them down to the entrance hall, smiling at their excitement. I spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione and we made our way to them. The Goblet of Fire was sitting in the middle of the entrance hall, the flames inside it still burning bright. There were a lot of people around, watching to see who would enter the tournament.

"Done it" I heard Fred say to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Just taken it."

"What ?" asked Ron.

"The Aging Potion, dung brains."

"One drop each" said George. "We only need to be a few months older."

"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins" added Lee.

"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know" said Hermione. "I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this."

"That's what I keep telling them" I told her.

The twins and Lee carefully ignored us, and I rolled my eyes.

"Ready ?" said Fred. "C'mon, then – I'll got first –"

He pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket, and walked right to the edge of the line. We all watched as he stood there for a few seconds before stepping over it – and then, nothing. I actually thought for a moment that it had worked, and smiled as George jumped to join his brother. But a second later, I heard a loud noise, and suddenly, the twins were thrown back from the Age Line and landed on the stone floor at least ten feet away. I gasped in shock, hurried to help them to their feet. But as soon as I got close to them, I saw that they had also grown two long white beards – and bursted out laughing.

Everyone was laughing – even the twins, who looked quite fascinated at each other's beards. I felt my eyes tear up from the laughter. This exceeded all my expectations.

"I did warn you" said a familiar voice.

I turned to see Dumbledore, who seemed quite amused by the situation.

"I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too. Thought I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours."

Fred and George started making their way to the hospital wing, and I followed with Lee, still roaring with laughter.

"That's the best thing that ever happened" said Lee.

"You know – Dumbledore's right. You both look very handsome with those beards – maybe you should keep them" I chuckled.

"Very funny, Adelaide" replied Fred.

I groaned – he knew it annoyed me when he called me 'Adelaide'. But seeing them with those huge, white beards made me start laughing again, and I couldn't stop until we got the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey grabbed both the twins by the arms and made them sit down on a bed, looking quite annoyed. Lee decided to stay with Fred and George – but I had a lot of work to do, and I had promised Angelina too meet her, so I started making my way down to the library, determined to finish my essay for Ancient Runes that was due the next Tuesday.

Once I got to the third floor, I turned a corner, and saw three Durmstrang students walking in the opposite direction. I was very confused, for a second – they had only arrived the night before, after all, and I still hadn't seen any of them walking around the castle so far. I kept on walking, hoping they wouldn't notice the smile on my face.

"Excuse me, miss ?" said a voice with a thick accent.

I froze and lifted up my head to meet the stares of the three Durmstrangs – the one that had spoken was smiling gently, and I immediately recognized him to be the one who had stared at me from the crowd the night before. What a coincidence !

"Yes ?" I said, smiling back.

"Would you mind telling us the way back to the entrance hall ? I'm afraid we got lost."

His English was very impressive – even though he had an accent, he spoke confidently. I chuckled.

"I can't blame you, this castle is huge – I've always thought they should give out maps for when you first get here."

He let out a deep, low chuckle – his friends didn't even smile. Perhaps they couldn't understand English – or perhaps they were just rude. I ignored them.

"Er – you just need to keep going that way, and go all the way down the stairs, and then just take the next left and you'll be there" I explained.

He nodded – still smiling.

"Thank you very much, miss – er –"

"Addy" I replied.

"Addy" he repeated. "English names are so original."

I raised an eyebrow, chuckling awkwardly.

"Er – yeah, I guess they are."

"Well, it was very nice to meet you, Addy."

He then did a thing I did not expect – he took my hand and kissed it gently. I was so shocked that I couldn't utter a single word – and he walked away, still smiling. It took me a few seconds to recover, and then I started laughing. It had certainly been charming, but I couldn't help but find it a bit funny. I nearly ran to the library, eager to tell Angelina what had just happened. Luckily, she was already there with Alicia and Melinda.

I sat down, throwing my bag on the table – I saw Madam Pince look up from her desk at the noise – and smiled mysteriously.

"What are you all smiling about ?" whispered Melinda, frowning.

I told them what had just happened.

"I don't believe it !" said Alicia, smiling.

"You are so lucky" sighed Melinda.

"Lucky ? C'mon, I'm sure he pulls that card with every girl he sees" I said.

"It doesn't matter if he does – what matters is that he pulled it for you" said Melinda.

"Oh, Mel" I laughed, shaking my head.

"Did he tell you his name ?" asked Angelina.

I hesitated.

"No ! He didn't even tell me his name !" I realized.

"Well, did you ask him ?" said Alicia.

"Er – I – er – I don't think I did" I muttered.

"Addy !" the girls all cried out.

Madam Pince, behind us, let out a sharp 'shh !' and I bit my lip, trying not to laugh.

"I can't believe you" muttered Melinda.

"Mel, it's just a boy."

"How can you not care about this ?" asked Alicia.

"Because she's got someone else on her mind" said Angelina.

We all turned to look at her – she had a little smirk on her lips. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"What do you mean ?" I asked.

"It's obvious, isn't it ?" she said, still smiling. "If Addy is so indifferent, it's simply because she fancies someone else."

"And who would that be, exactly ?"

"Charlie ?" suggested Alicia.

I glared at her. I liked Charlie – a lot. But I had never seen him that way. He was like a big brother to me.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's one of the twins" said Melinda.

"What !" I exclaimed. "Certainly not."

But I had been to eager in my answer – I saw the girls smile.

"There you go !" chuckled Melinda.

"Well, it's clearly George" said Alicia. "Fred fancies Angelina and George is clearly nuts about you – did you see his face when you and Oliver announced you were dating ?"

I shook my head, trying my best to ignore what she was saying, and keep from blushing.

"Stop. You're talking rubbish. Well, except for the part about Fred and Angelina."

"What ?" muttered the latter, looking a little pale.

"Are you honestly that blind, Angie ?" I chuckled. "Well, you know what ? You two are great together – he keeps trying to deny it too."

"You talked to him about it ?" she muttered.

"Of course I did."

"And – er… What did he say ?"

She was trying to sound detached, but we all saw right through her, and bursted out laughing – as discretely as we could. Angelina was blushing – and I was very happy not to the subject of conversation anymore.

"You should talk to him" said Alicia.

"I do that everyday" she sighed.

"Not just talk – tell him how you feel !" said Melinda.

"I don't know."

"Angelina. If you have the guts to voluntarily enter a Tournament during which you might die – I'm pretty sure you can tell Fred Weasley how you feel about him" I said.

She smiled softly. We spent the rest of the day talking, and took a walk in the park – it was a beautiful day. Fred and George joined us just before dinner – the both of them freshly shaved. They didn't seem very disappointed in their failure, but rather amused by what had happened. As they told us about how Madam Pomfrey had taken care of them, I kept thinking back about what Alicia had said – George is clearly nuts about you – did you see his face when you and Oliver announced you were dating ? – could she be right ? I wasn't even sure I wanted to know. All I knew is that I felt like blushing everytime I met George's eyes.

Fortunately, the evening would be a good distraction – the champions would be announced right after dinner. The Great Hall was already crowded when we came in – and decorated for Halloween, as usual. We sat down and I took a look at the Goblet of Fire, which was now sitting in front of the teacher's table.

"Who do you think will be Durmstrang's champion ?" asked Alicia.

"Reckon it will be Krum" I answered.

"Of course it's gonna be Krum. If it isn't him, I declare that goblet officially mad" said George.

"Hope it's Angelina" added Fred.

"So do I !" said Hermione, who had just sat down with Harry and Ron. "Well, we'll soon know !"

Everyone seemed to eat faster than usual – we were all eager to hear the announcement. Soon, the plates were all cleared, and Dumbledore stood up.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision. I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber – where they will be receiving their first instructions."

Angelina looked anxious – I grabbed her hand, smiling encouragingly. Dumbledore then extinguished all the candles, except the ones in the pumpkins, and it gave the Great Hall an eerie atmosphere. I stared at the goblet nervously, as did everyone.

"Any second" whispered Lee in front of me.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned from blue to red – and a piece of parchment flew from inside into Dumbledore's hand.

"The champion for Durmstrang – will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there !" said Ron as the Great Hall broke into applause.

I cheered as as I watched the Seeker stand up from his seat and walk towards the director – the Tournament was already sure to be exciting. When everyone calmed down, the flames turned red again – and another piece of parchment flew to the director.

"The champion for Beauxbatons" read Dumbledore. "is Fleur Delacour !"

I raised an eyebrow – I had no idea who that was. A beautiful blonde girl stood up from the Ravenclaw table and disappeared into the next chamber, looking delighted. I snickered when I saw that a few other girls from Beauxbatons had bursted into tears.

When the Great Hall fell silent again, I could barely contain my excitement. Angelina squeezed my hand so hard I was certain it would turn numb – but I didn't care.

"The Hogwarts champion…"

I held my breath.

"Is Cedric Diggory !"

"WHAT ?!" I exclaimed with Fred and George.

I groaned as the Hufflepuffs beside us jumped to their feet, cheering Cedric, who was grinning radiantly. I was happy for him, in a way – but I was more disappointed for Angelina, who now stared blankly at her empty plate.

"I'm sorry, Angie – you would have been way better" I said, squeezing her hand.

"Much better" nodded Alicia.

The twins looked too angry to say anything, and just stared darkly at the Hufflepuff table.

"Excellent !" said Dumbledore. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster."

I heard Fred snicker.

"By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real –"

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking – and I immediately knew why. The flames in the goblet had turned red again – and a fourth piece of parchment flew into the air. The director grabbed it silently, and read it. The Great Hall was silent.

"Harry Potter."

I frowned – how was that possible ? I turned to Harry, who looked even more shocked than everybody else.

"I didn't put my name in. You know I didn't" he said to Ron and Hermione.

But his friends only stared blankly back at him.

"Harry Potter !" called Dumbledore. "Harry ! Up here, if you please !"

Harry only stood after Hermione gave him a push. He clumsily made his way to the director. Nobody spoke – we were all too surprised, and too curious to see what would happen next. Dumbledore gestured to Harry to go on through the next room, and even after the latter had disappeared behind the door, the Great Hall remained silent.

"How did he do it ?"

Fred was the first to break the silence after Dumbledore and the teachers hurried out of the room. Everyone had started making their way back to their dormitories – the Hufflepuffs were cheering Cedric's name, obviously not bothered at all by the whole thing with Harry.

"I have no idea" muttered Lee. "I kind of wish he had told us, but I'm too happy about the fact that there will be a Gryffindor in the Tournament to really care."

"Me too. And it's Harry, too, he'll be brilliant" said George.

"I reckon he'll give Diggory a good run of his money" added Fred with a smile.

We started to make our way back, following the crowd out of the Great Hall. I walked next to Angelina.

"How are you feeling ?" I asked her.

"Better. I'm happy Harry was chosen, however he did it" she said.

I was glad she was feeling better – and I was about to ask her how she thought Harry had done it, exactly, as I couldn't figure it out on my own – when I felt someone gently tap on my right shoulder.

"Hi" I heard.

I turned to see that Durmstrang guy – again !

"Oh, hi !" I replied, surprised.

"This boy – Potter – isn't he too young for the Tournament ?"

I really didn't like how he called Harry a boy, but I understood that he was curious.

"Yeah, he's only fourteen" I answered.

"That is scandalous !"

"Maybe, I don't know. But he's my friend – and he's a Gryffindor, too, so I'll support him. I'm sure he'll be a great champion."

He slowly nodded – obviously, he didn't agree with me. We were now in the entrance hall, and I had lost sight of Angelina and the others.

"Viktor will be a great champion as well."

He stopped in the middle of the hall, forcing me to do the same thing. It was my turn to nod – was he really that desperate for conversation ? I felt awkward.

"No doubt about that. He's a very good Seeker."

"You enjoy Quidditch ?"

"Oh, I love it."

"Were you at the World Cup ?"

"Yeah, I was."

"Me too !"

"It was a good match."

I was genuinely interested in the conversation now – after all, Quidditch was my favorite thing to talk about.

"Indeed. A was a little disappointed by the outcome, however" he said.

"Can't say the same – I've been a supporter of the Irish for years" I chuckled.

"They're not my favorite, but I can't deny they have a good team."

"That's very true."

I smiled. He was surprisingly nice and easy to talk to – but I realized I still didn't know his name. I remembered what the girls had said before. If Addy is so indifferent, it's simply because she fancies someone else. Maybe I could prove them wrong.

"Well, I have to go, we're probably gonna celebrate, so…"

"Yes, of course" he nodded.

"I guess I'll see round, er –"

"Right. I'm Nikolai, but you can call me Nik."

"All right. Good night, Nik."

"Good night, Addy."

With one last smile, I turned around and made my way up the stairs. I could feel my heart beat fast. I wasn't use to flirting, or to anything of the sort – the only relationship I had ever been in had been the one with Oliver – and it had been so easy. Like it was with… I quickly chased away the thought.

When I finally reached the seventh floor, I quickly muttered 'Balderdash' at the Fat Lady and entered the Common Room. When I got in, everyone was busy preparing the party for Harry. There was already music playing already.

"Hey, where have you been ?" asked George.

"Oh, er – nowhere" I muttered, blushing.

"Why are you blushing ?" said Fred, eyes narrowed.

I tried to make up an excuse, but Angelina had heard everything and appeared next to Fred, smiling brightly.

"What did he tell you ?" she asked.

"Who ?" asked the twins in unison.

"No one told me anything" I said, glaring at Angelina.

"C'mon, I saw him talk to you !"

"Who ?" asked the twins again.

"A guy from Durmstrang. He fancies Addy."

"He bloody doesn't !"

"Did you ask his name ?" said Angelina, ignoring me.

The twins were frowning, obviously interested. But I couldn't help but notice a difference between the two – Fred seemed curious, but George was annoyed.

"Yeah. His name is Nik" I said quietly.

"Oh, look, the Butterbeers are finally here" suddenly said George.

He walked away to Lee and Alicia, who had just entered with a few trays full of Butterbeers. Fred soon followed, and I exchanged a look with Angelina. She was shaking her head.

"Boys" she simply said.

I started laughing when the portrait opened to Harry. Everyone let out a cheer, and he was pulled inside, looking a little surprised – and tired, I noticed. The music suddenly got loud as everyone whistled and applauded Harry.

"You should've told us you'd entered !" yelled Fred.

"How did you do it without getting a beard ? Brilliant !" said George.

"I didn't. I don't know how –"

"Oh if it couldn't be me, at least it's a Gryfindor –" said Angelina.

"You'll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Harry !" laughed Katie.

"We've got food, Harry, come and have some –"

"I'm not hungry, I had enough at the feast –"

But nobody heard him, and he was pulled to the table some of us had set up. Everyone kept asking him how he'd done it – but he always answered that he hadn't. I didn't know if he was telling the truth, or if he just didn't want to tell anyone, but either way, I was just happy that he had gotten in.

I hadn't see the Common Room in such a fuss since the last Quidditch match we had won last year – everyone was dancing, eating, screaming, drinking, singing. Lee had even made a cape out of Gryffindor banner for Harry to wear. I maybe had one too many Butterbeers – and soon started creating a song for Harry with Angelina, Alicia and Katie. I decided to stop drinking when I fell from my chair after Fred make a joke about Diggory.

A few hours later, long after Harry himself went to bed, I collapsed on one of the couches, still feeling a little fuzzy. I let out a long sigh, pulling my hair from my face.

"Hey."

I looked to my right – George was sitting right next to me, sipping his Butterbeer. His cheeks were slightly red, and his hair even messier than usual on his head. I couldn't help but stare.

"Hey yourself" I said, smiling.

"How are you feeling ?"

"Like I'm gonna regret that last Butterbeer tomorrow morning."

We shared a laugh, and I suddenly felt the need to have him closer to me. So I leaned against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me. I don't know how long we stayed like this. We just stared into the fire, and he played with my hair. We started laughing as we recalled what we now called the 'beard incident', and we played thumb war. All felt good in the world

And suddenly, all I could think about was George's eyes, sparkling in the light of the fire, and George's cheeks, reddened by the drinking, and George's lips, that night we went to Honeydukes. I tried to close my eyes to chase it all away – but it was useless. I had to admit it to myself – I liked him. More than liked him. But it was all so weird, and so new – I didn't know how to handle it. George had always been my best friend – would he even want to be more than that ? I needed to cherish that friendship more than anything else, that I was sure of. It was too important to me – I couldn't afford to lose it.

So I pushed away the image of his lips against mine, reluctantly slid from the comfort of his arms, wished him goodnight, and went to bed.