Hey, so this is chapter 4. I've created a theme for the chapter titles an I want to see who can figure out what it is just to entertain me. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Indian Giver

It was raining when Maria woke up that morning. The weather just about summed up everyone's feelings on going back to school. Maria got dressed in an above the influence tee, jeans, and her black converse high tops. She went down the stairs to breakfast and found someone's head in the fire talking to Mrs. Weasley. A few seconds later Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Shevesh came down. Harry looked completely shocked by the head talking very fast to Mr. Weasley.

"… Muggle neighbors heard bangs and shouting so they went and called those what-d'you-call-'ems— please-men. Arthur, you've got to get over there—"

"Here!" said Mrs. Weasley breathlessly pushing a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a crumpled quill into Mr. Weasley's hands.

"— It's a real strike of luck I heard about it," said Mr. Diggory's head. "I had to come into the office early to send a couple of owls, and I found the Improper Use of Magic lot all setting off – if Rita Skeeter gets hold of this one, Arthur – "

"What does Mad-Eye say happened?" asked Mr. Weasley, unscrewing the ink bottle, loading up his quill, and preparing to take motes.

Mr. Diggory's head rolled its eyes. "Says he heard an intruder in his yard. Says he was creeping towards the house, but was ambushed by his dustbins."

"What did the dustbins do?" asked Mr. Weasley, scribbling frantically.

"Made one hell of a noise and fired rubbish everywhere, as far as I can tell," said Mr. Diggory. "Apparently one of them was still rocketing around when the please-men turned up —"

Mr. Weasley groaned. "And what about the intruder?"

"Arthur, you know Mad-Eye," Mr. Diggory's head, rolling his eyes again. "Someone creeping into his yard in the dead of night? More likely there's a very shell-shocked cat wondering around somewhere, covered in potato peelings. But if the Improper Use of Magic lot get their hands on Mad-Eye, he's had it – think of his record — we've got to get him off on a minor charge, something in your department— what are exploding dustbins worth?"

"Might be a caution," said Mr. Weasley, still writing very fast, his brow furrowed. "Mad-Eye didn't use his wand? Didn't actually attack anyone?"

"I bet he leapt out of bed and started jinxing everything he could through the window," said Mr. Diggory, "but they'll have a hard time proving it."

"All right I'm off," said Mr. Weasley as he dashed out of the house. Mr. Diggory apologized to Mrs. Weasley for bothering them and then his head was gone. Mr. Weasley called good-bye two them.

"Did someone say Mad-Eye?" Bill asked, "What's he been up to now?"

"He says someone tried to break in to his house last night," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Mad-Eye Moody?" said George thoughtfully. "Isn't he that nutter…" The conversation continued as they left the house. Mrs. Weasley called some cabs from the village. The cab drivers didn't look to happy to be giving them a ride.

Finally they got to the station and walked through the barrier. (Fred and George explained how to get on before they left.) Maria and Shevesh put their trunks on the train and went to say good-bye to Mrs. Weasley.

After the train started to leave they started to look for a compartment to sit in. "Hey Lee, have a good summer?" Fred asked. "Yah, how bought you," a boy with dreads replied, "And who are these people?"

"Well I'm Maria Smith and this is my brother Shevesh," Maria replied. "They stayed with us over the summer on account of their parents getting tired off them," George said, dodging the twins' fists. "What is it with you Americans and the violence," he said.

"Maybe it has something to do with you Brits being irritating prats!" she said with a smile. "Wow you're from American I was wondering why you had funny accents," Lee said. "That's weird 'cause you're the one talking funny," the twins said. They spent the train ride playing exploding snap and talking about their summers.

"Well guess we should change into our robes," Lee said. "I guess Maria should leave since she's the minority here." Maria glared at them all and Shevesh swallowed loudly. "Just go change somewhere else Maria," He said trying to avoid an argument.

She stalked off to change muttering about minorities being better. "Why the hell did she get so mad about that?" George asked. "Well our mom is part Apache and we get a lot of crap from some folks about being a minority back home. There is this one kid who makes a big deal about it at school.

Last year she blew her top and put him in the hospital for a few weeks, got her suspended for a while," Shevesh explained. Lee looked like he was about to faint. Shevesh noticed, "Relax it took three years of giving her crap to end up in the hospital."

Maria came back just before the train stopped. The twins started to wonder if they should go with the firsties or with Fred, George, and Lee. A few minutes later they desided to go with their friends and got into a horseless carriage that took them to the school.

They walked up the steps into the castle and were amazed by what they saw. "I'm soaked," Maria said, "Shevesh watch out!" Shevesh ducked just in time as a purple water balloon came whizzing out of the sky. "Oh no miss, not very nice to spoil Peeves's fun," the poltergeist cackled.

"Ruining others fun is fun didn't you know Sir," Maria said smiling. "Oh, missy is good but Peeves is better. He'll get you soon oh yes he will." Fred, George, and Lee groaned as Peeves swooped away to drop a water bomb on Ron.

A stern middle age witch walked into the entrance and began to tell Peeves off. "Peeves get down here NOW," barked the woman who George said was Professor McGonagall. "Not doing nothing!" he cackled as he lobbed a water bomb at some girls, who screamed and ran out of the room. "All ready wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeee!" Maria had to admit he had a sound argument.

After Peeves left McGonagall approached them. "Mister and Miss Smith come with me." The twins followed he in to a small room that was empty except for an old hat. "Now before I sort you I must say that at Hogwarts we don't tolerate the behavior you have shown at your old school. I expect you to be well behaved." They had to work very hard not to crack up after what she said. "Yes ma'am," they said with huge grins. She then put the hat on Maria's head.

"Ah a Smith I remember your grandfather. Very proud boy, and smart to. In that you are similar but you trouble and cocky, hard working, but most of all daring, and brave oh very brave. I guess you're a Gryffindor!" She smiled the twins and Lee had explained the houses to them on the train.

A moment later Shevesh was sorted into Gryffindor and they made their way to the Great Hall and sat by the twins and Lee as the Firsties were sorted.

"I'm starving!" Fred said. "Do we honestly need to watch this," Maria yawned. She had a tendency to get sleepy when she was hungry. Soon the sorting was over and the headmaster or principal as Maria and Shevesh had insisted on calling him stood up to speak.

"I have only two words to say to you. Tuck in!"

"Yes food!" the four shouted and began to eat. "Bloody hell I thought girls didn't eat much!" Lee said. "Yah came as a shock to us to," Fred and George said. "So I'm hungry big deal!" Maria said as she loaded her plate with four pieces off fried chicken, two slices of bread, mashed potatoes, and a piece of corn on the cob.

"Hey so I know America is the land of immigrants, what countries are you from?" asked a girl with long black hair. Fred and George groaned. "Don't ask them that unless you want to know the history of the world," they said. Maria glared at them, "Well, to keep it short I'm part Italian, German, and Great Plains Apache," Maria said. "Wow that's so cool your like an Indian. By the way I'm Alicia Spinet." Maria smiled and the two girls began to talk.

"So!" said Dumbledore. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once again ask for your attention, while I give a few notices." They four of them tuned him out until they heard that Quididitch was canceled. They all just stared at him with slacked jaws.

"This is do to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing through the rest of the year, taking up much of the teachers' time and effort that I think you will enjoy immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts…"

But at that moment a man walked into the hall towards the teachers table. His face looked like he had been thrown into a blender a couple of times. Every inch of his face was scared and a large chunk of his nose was missing. What Maria thought was creepy as hell was his eyes. There was a small black beady one and large electric blue one that swiveled around. Maria got the impression that he could even look into his head if he wanted to. The man shook Dumbledore's hand as they muttered words to each other. The stranger took a seat at the staff table.

"May I introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Dumbledore said brightly to the silence. "Professor Moody." Everyone but Dumbledore and Hagrid seemed too transfixed by Moody to clap. "Didn't your dad help him this morning?" Shevesh asked Fred. "Yah I guess so," he replied.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As I was saying we are to have the honor of hosting a very exiting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.

"YOUR JOKING" said Fred very loudly. "I'm not joking Mr. Weasley but now that you mention it I did hear a good one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who walk into a bar…" McGonagall cleared her throat and Dumbledore continued to explain the rules while Maria tuned him out. She didn't have any interest in entering so she figured it wasn't important until she noticed everyone wasn't angry about something.

"What's going on?" she asked Shevesh. "Only seventeen year olds can enter," he said angrily. "So, it's just another rule. And everyone knows rules are meant to be broken," she said.

They left the Great Hall scheming on how to get the boys into the tournament. Maria entered the common room but was to tired to notice how large it was. She climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitory. "Maria you can take the bed over there." Maria walked over to the bed Alicia had indicated and slipped under the covers falling asleep instantly.

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