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Summary: When Ebony Maddox was sent to Hogwarts for her sixth year of schooling, her parents had decided to move, she did not expect meeting Aster Avondale, a Gryffindor sixth year.

When the school learns of the Triwizard Tournament Ebony enters and finds herself, and Aster, in a big mystery that concerns not only them, but four guests who are supervising the competition.
Rating: K
Pairing(s): N/A
Author Note: I had a bit of inspiration for this so you get another update... *sigh* Now to work on The Laws of Normality... Also, I won't be updating next week, I'll be off to YW camp with Germany. . . Not the actual one :3

Bueno tomato bueno tomato...

《Chp. 3 The French and Norwegians》

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A few weeks had past since the beginning of the school year. Most of the talk of the school was about the Triwizard Tournament and the two other schools that would be joining them for the tournament.

Many of the rumours spread by the younger students included outlandish and over exaggerated tales and ideas while the older students had more realistic ideas, but school went on as usual.

Days ticked off until October 30, the day the two other schools would arrive, until the day finally arrived. Many were looking forward to the afternoon but Arthur Kirkland was not. It was as simple as him having to deal with him.

The him was in fact the representative of France; Francis Bonnefoy. They had a complicated history, well put in the mildest way, which involved many bloody wars and even a successful invasion in the late 11th century.

He had hoped that this tournament would give him a chance to have some peace from his fellow nations much unfortunately fate decided what he needed was more of the bloody wanker, well, atleast he didn't have to deal with America.

With a sigh, England fixed his tie and looked at himself in the mirror. His blonde hair was sticking up wildly, he patted it down critically and nodded. It would do. He marched out if the room, locking the door, before joining up with the elder female nation who stood waiting for him.

"Astoria." He greeted casually, holding out his arm to escort her outside. She took it and grinned.

"You look nice wee brother."

"As do you." His voice hinted a bit of annoyance but the redheaded nation didn't notice or didn't care enough.

"Ready?" She asked.

With a curt nod they headed out of the great doors that led to the giant green lawn, lake, and in a distance a forest. They met up with Dumbledore, the other teachers, and the heads of the departments involved with the international tournament.

A small conversation broke put between the axious group and the mood quickly lightened as the time drew nearer.

Arthur began to grow impatient waiting for the Norwegian and French nations to show; not to mention he was getting a bit hungry. He crossed his arms sourly and sighed.

Finally after hours of waiting, well hours in his imagination, a group of students pointed with delight as they spotted a distinct shape in the clouds that seemed to be heading towards them.

"Brooms? They're coming here on brooms?" Questions, such as that popped up from the students.

"No, Ryan, that's too big to be brooms." A student answered, more answers came as well.

As the shape came closer; it was revealed to be a giant carriage. One with a look of luxury, fit for a queen. He sneered recognizing it. It seemed like France had arrived first.

Joy. Absolute joy.

The sarcasm in his thoughts cheered him a bit and he squared his shoulders ready to face the first school; Beauxbatons.

The carriage landed on a part of the lawn that wasn't full of students. The Hogwarts students cheered, England not sharing their feeling of joy, about seeing the French arrive.

The carriage door opened and out stepped the headmistress of Beaxbatons. Many students looked surprised at the lady; who stood taller than Hagrid. She didn't respond to the students' shock and headed to where the group of adults stood waiting.

Following her England caught glimpse of the French nation, who was dressed rather nicely but not too extravagant, with a red dress shirt and black pants. He sighed loudly and watched the other walk to meet up with the headmistress.

His eyes lit up mischeviously as he noticed England, who in turn glared at him.

"Ooh, Angleterre, bonjour. Comment ça va?"

"I don't speak French, frog." He sighed catching the look his eldest sibling threw him. "But I'm doing fine. You?"

"I'm doing wonderful, mon ami."

"Oh, we're friends are we?" England raised a brow curiously

"Oui, and besides I thought you didn't speak the language of l'amour."

"Shut your bloody mouth frog." He huffed, looking away from the smirking Frenchman and focused on the group of students who had emerged from their carriage.

They were all female and were performing a welcome act of magic. Most of the boys were frantically trying to make themselves look more presentable while their female schoolmates looked on with disgust.

Bloody French and their charm.

Thankfully, a well needed distraction came in the direction of the lake. A ripple had formed in the center of the usually calm lake and a long stick of wood slowly rose from the center of the disturbed lake.

A ship slowly raised out of the lake, water running off of it like waterfalls until it had fully risen. It proudly floated to the edge of the lake before a gruff man exited the ship followed by a familiar looking blonde and about a dozen of male students.

The headmaster, well England assumed he was, and the Norwegian nation joined the growing group of adults and introductions were made quickly before Dumbledore commanded all to head to the Great Hall to eat.

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England found himself sitting between his sister and France; not that he wanted to but was forced by luck or rather the lack of it.

The magical and French nation started a cheerful conversation which he had politely declined from being part of and proceeded to eat and listen to them.

Soon the plates disappeared; all were satisfied and full and contently looked up at Dumbledore who had stood to speak. He quickly introduced the heads of departments, schools, and the representatives which all received a round of applause from the large multitude of mixed students.

He then turned to the item covered with a sheet I'm the center of the room, which the students had been giving curious glances during the meal. He uncovered it revealing a golden and expensively decorated goblet.

"This is," He started, "The Goblet of Fire. All who wish to enter, and who are eligible to enter, may put there name in this cup and it will choose the champions."

The students devoured the information as the Hogwarts headmaster continued to instruct them on the cup.

The grand introduction to the Triwizard Tournament was concluded and students were sent off to bed. Bidding Norway and his sister good night, he plainly ignored France, he headed towards his own room left to his own thoughts.

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Ebony crept silently towards the giant Great Hall, in her cletched fist was a scrap of paper that held two words.

Ebony Maddox.

She was entering, she had decided long after the other girls in her dormitory had fallen asleep and as it neared midnight she finally went to enter her name.

Her bare feet made no noise as she walked up to the cup, passing the age line drawn around it, and dropped the scrap of paper into the golden cup.

She sighed with relief and relaxed, she had done it.

"So... you entered too?"

With a yelp of fright Ebony turned her wand held out in front of her defensively.

"What the hell, Aster." She growled at the male, who was trying not to laugh.

"Still feisty as ever, I see." He noted.

"If you don't shut up, I will hex you."

He put his hand over his heart dramatically, "You wouldn't."

"Would and will." She raised her wand again, glaring at the obnoxious male.

"Aw, come on, I thought we were friends." He slung an arm around her shoulder.

"Just because you think that were friends doesn't make it true." She pushed him away, ignoring the fact that her cheeks had lit up. "What're you doing here, dolt?"

"The same as you." He marched over to the cup and dropped his name into it. "And I'm going to win."

"With your brains?" She snorted, "Besides I'm winning."

He chuckled, "Good luck."

"I don't need any luck; I have a brain. Now good night." She marched towards the doors, Aster following after her like a puppy.

She turned and hissed at him, "Will you stop following m-" She stopped taking note of a cat watching them, a familiar and annoying cat.

"Now what do you see m'pretty?" A familiar voice came from down the hall. Aster glanced at Ebony before grabbing her hand and beginning to run; ignoring the protests from the female.

He led her through the maze of stairs and into a hallway, thankfully it was empty. He let go of her arm before glancing out looking for Filch. Thankfully not spotting him.

"We're safe.."

"What the hell was that for?" Ebony glared at the taller student. "I do not appreciate being dragged around!"

"I saved your butt from detention." He grinned, "That's, what, the second time I saved you now. Kind of becoming a habit."

"I... Wh... I do not need saving, you bastard."

Aster raised a brow, still grinning at the female who was blushing madly and glaring at him.

"Mhm."

"Shut up. I'm leaving." Ebony marched down the hall stopping once she realized she had no idea how to get to the dungeons. She scowled and turned back around to Aster who was watching her, grinning triumphantly.

"Can you," she sighed, "Take me back."

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Thankfully Aster had taken her back to the Great Hall and once he was sure she could make it to the Slytherin common room by herself he left.

Now she was heading back, occasionally looking back to make sure no one was nearby.

She continued on her way but stopped; hearing voices. The were coming from the hallway in front of her, quickly she darted into an empty room closing the door slightly, hiding herself in the shadows.

As the voices came closer she was able to make out their conversation.

"Are you certain, Astoria?"

"Certain, you felt it too, didn't you?"

"Yes," there was a slight hesitation on the male voice, "But it could have been Francis' or Lukas' presence too."

"No! I'm certain, Natalia is here! I know she is!"

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The day finally came for the students to be chosen. The whole hall was full of students from all three schools, a mix of English, French, Norwegian, and other European languages echoed around the hall.

Ebony found herself seated next to Aster who was trying to strike up a conversation with her and when she didn't respond he turned to the Ravenclaw next to him.

Ebony was nervous and excited, she wanted to be chosen but there was a part of her that wanted to stay out of it. Well, she had no choice now of she was called. She sighed softly and rested her head on her arms.

The hall soon came to a hush as Dumbledore stood to address the anxious and excited students, calmly giving instructions to those who ended up being called then turned to the cup.

"Firstly, the champion of Beauxbaton." He paused as a slip of paper flew out of the goblet, he grabbed it and read the name.

A girl stood up, grinning widely as she flew to the room of the side of the great hall, her blonde hair flying out behind her. Many of the other French students reacted as their schoolmates was called; some reactions were dramatic, mildly put.

A second slip of paper flew from the cup and Dumbledore caught it, "Victor Krum."

The famous Quidditch player stood up, ignoring the cheers from the group of fangirls. He made his way to the room where Fleur was.

"And lastly, for Hogwarts." He opened the scrap of paper in his hands.

"Ebony Maddox."

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Eeey! Chapter three is done! :3

Anyways, forgive me of any mistakes about chronological order or names. I did this from memory of the fifth book, since I returned the one I barrowed.

And yes, I know Cedric was the Hogwarts champion but it's the only way I could have the end part work. So sorry y'all and no she will not be sharing the same fate as Cedric... yet.

And whose this mysterious Natalia?

Ironically I started this story listening to Washington D.C (World Dancing) and ended listening to the same song.

You have to admit that song is catching, especially the anthem part.

:3

Hmm...

Anyways, please review, pleeeaaase... I wanna know if you actually enjoy this excuse of a story..

But I will upload the next chapter soon, even if you don't review.

Word count: 2240

Written: July 13th 12:12 AM