Chapter 3!
Bear with me, guys! I personally thought I could have done a little better, but let me know if you think otherwise! I took only two days to write two chapters at the same time, and I tried getting Chapter 4 done to make up for time, but because I barely had any, I couldn't get it done. But I'll get it up in two or three days, so just hold on! I'll update regularly, probably every Wednesday if I can.
Hope you likey!
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~Blazingfyres
Harry listened in on the jumbling, overlapping sounds of the feedback on the entrances. It was easy to tell the other schools were showing off to gain support. The only question was, who won the fashion show?
It wasn't easy to pick out from the bustling wizards and witches that roamed the hallways, but Harry could tell opinions based on houses.
Durmstrangs had definitely won through Slytherin. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had claimed Beauxbaton's.
And then... Fairy Tail. It was really hard to tell, hearing that the majority of the school was talking about it, but the positive thoughts came from mostly one house. Gryffindor had unanimously agreed that they had the most extraordinary entrance ever recorded in the history of entrances. (If that even existed.) Hermione had fallen in love with them almost immediately. Fred and George reckoned that it was because if the cats, but she was in permanent denial.
But the part that surprised everyone was that they weren't using wands. Even the other two schools used it.
Hermione decided to hit the books, which really seemed to get on Harry and Ron's nerves as she dragged them through the library doors.
"Look at this."
Hermione slammed an ancient looking book onto the table. Harry coughed; clouds of dust exploded out of the old and tattered binding.
"It says here that compared to the amount of wand magic-folk, ability-type wizards are a rarity and don't exist in these parts. They've been on record fairly recently since the Magic Counsel of Fiore decided to get involved with the Ministry very late. So that's probably why we've never heard of them. "
"But that can't be right," Ron said. "If they had made ties with the Ministry, my dad would've been notified. We should have easily gotten word of it."
"And it's really weird," Hermione stated smartly. "This book dates back to decades ago. That means the Magic Counsel has been in contact with the Ministry for years, and we never knew about it!"
"Maybe the Magic Counsel didn't want to be found out about," Harry argued. "Maybe they're afraid of the Ministry using them for their own gain. Or they're probably afraid of Voldemort-sorry, You-Know-You or something," He said, earning a glare from Ron.
"Still," Hermione countered, "this book was in the restricted section. It took me forever to find it. Why would something technically 'restricted' decide to show up randomly like that?"
They sat in silence, letting the information since in.
People began to get up and file out of the library.
"The feast is about to start. Let's go."
The Great Hall was as amazing as always. Huge candles that magically floated illuminated the entire hall, the stone floors polished enough so that one could see their relection.
The beautiful scarlet and gold patterns that embroidered the Gryffindor flag emphasized the proud lion in the center. The other ones were just as majestic; the Ravenclaw eagle with it's wings spread, the flag adorned in blue and white, Hufflepuff's badger shining in yellow and black, and Slytherin's snake glowing eerily in green and silver.
After the sorting, everyone had found their seats. Soon the room began to settle. Even though no words were spoken as Dumbledore stood up, fidgeting and grunts of impatience had made it clear that they were waiting.
"Welcome, students! Welcome to our humble school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Our staff, as well as myself, are delighted to have you with us this year.
"As you may or may not already klnjnow, we will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament. Every four years these schools come together to unite and mingle with students different from themselves. As a result, the games were created.
"One 7th year from every school can compete in this tournament. There are usually 3 tasks that you must complete; but this year, we are having four instead. These tasks are extremely tricky and life-threatening.
"You must be careful while 'playing', or else you'll have your head severed from your neck," Dumbledore cheerily said as he stepped away from the podium.
"Now, may I present to you- The Beauxbaton's!
The doors swung open.
Rows of beautiful girls exploded into the aisles. White and blue butterflies ("I can't think of anything more pointless!" Hermione whispered irritably) scattered soundlessly across the tables. They swooned and sighed seductively to the boys, followed by their headmistress.
Overall, Hermione found it annoying and disturbing. Ron found it attractive.
Durmstrangs' idea for an entrance was quite-well-bright. As Dumbledore announced their entrance, Harry ducked as fire flew over his head, tongues of flame charring his hair. More engulfed the middle of the room; it exploded and out entered a shaggy man that he assumed to be the Headmaster.
A fiery dragon blasted the door into a pile of ashes. Many people let out a whistle; the flames were so hot it almost burned their skin.
"Mmm... nice snack!"
Everyone leaned into the aisle. Some people gasped; others laughed.
"He's... he's eating the fire!"
They watched as the flames began to flow into the boy's mouth. His flaming pink hair stuck up in spikes, a white scarf draped around his neck. The fire funneled in until there was none left. He left out a huge sigh, wiping his mouth as he grinned, huge lizard-like eyes shining brightly.
"Now that is what I call a meal."
A crowd of other wizards scattered from behind him. A boy with black hair (who for some reason wasn't wearing a shirt) sent lines of trailing ice snaking around the room which quickly melted by fire, the water putting out the floating candles and slowly snaking onto the floor, then exploding into thousands of electric sparks. With the flick of only his wrist, the pink haired boy was able to re-light the candles.
Then came the girls. Another streak of ice shot out from the crowd; after one blink, it was shattered into tiny pieces by the girl with the red hair, her hand gripping a huge sword. A tiny blue haired girl sent a wave of bone-chilling wind in the
The sight sent a huge applause as the Headmaster, the size of an elf, walked up onto the staff platform. "Dramatic as ever, eh, Makarov?" Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "Not to shabby yourself, Albus."
"Now," Dumbledore said, calming the cheering, "each person who wishes to participate must put there name within this." Dumbledore waved his hand.
The tiles underneath his feet began to seperate. He took a step back; a huge pillar extended, revealing a huge vase spewing out flames and smoke. ("Lots of flames today, huh?" Neville muttered.) "The Goblet of Fire will pick the chosen players through much thought. Only those who truly have a chance can play in these games." The glint in Dumbledore's eye was gone for only a second; immediately, he smiled once more.
"The Durmstrangs school will be bunking with Slytherin, Beauxbaton's with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and Fairy Tail with Gryffindor. Any other questions will be answered by your Headmasters.
"Now feast!"
"Natsu! Slow down!"
Lucy stared at him gulping down food, completely embarrassed by his eating habits. "Buff-igs-fro-goof!" He said between mouthfuls.
"She's right, flame-brain. Slow down. You're making a mess," Gray repeated.
"Whabever, iceb fube."
"What did you just call me, you little fried up onion?"
"It's surprising you can even understand him," Lucy said. Needless to say, the insults they came up with weren't even good.
Lucy shuddered, a sense of uncomfort shivering up her spine. Something was rather... off.
Then she saw it. The first thing she noticed was the abnormally large blue eye that attached to where his left should have been. It stared back at her with intensity; but the user seemed to pay no attention to it. The eye was acting on it's own.
But there was something odd about his magical energy that she sensed. Something weird. Something horribly familiar.
"Who is that?" She whispered to the brunette next to her. She looked at where Lucy was subtly pointing. "That's Professor Moody, our Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. Why do you ask?" She inquired suspiciously.
"I-well- it's nothing really. His eye was... sorta creeping me out, that's all."
The girl didn't seem convinced, but shook it off. "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way. And you?"
"Lucy Hear-Lucy. Nice to meet you."
"Pleasure-hey, look out!"
Suddenly, Lucy was thrown off of her feet. Taken completely off guard, she righted herself, barely keeping her balance, the wind knocked out of her completely.
"Natsu?!" She yelled, somewhat annoyed. But he wasn't looking at her. Natsu's arms were tightly grabbing her shoulders, Happy perched with his claws deep in his shirt. Both were whimpering, shielding themselves behind Lucy.
She followed Natsu's gaze-and groaned.
Erza was standing with a fork in her hand. Her plate was shattered into tiny pieces. And a demonic expression had taken over her face.
Covered on the floor was the light icing from a strawberry cake.
Well, here ya go!
This plot line is turning into something bigger than I imagined, and I really need to get things sorted out. If it gets confusing, let me know and I'll try my best to answer your questions.
Heeheehee. Erza is evil. Next chapter is coming out in 2 or 3 days, as I said... so I won't leave you hanging for too long. But if it takes longer, ill let u know. :)
It's passed midnight... Just R&R, please comment, any questions please ask. *Yawn*
~Blazingfyres