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Chapter 5

I looked around to see if anyone heard her, but thankfully they were all too involved in their conversations.

"No I didn't," I hissed.

"Yes you did," she said.

Where did she get that weird psychic ability of hers? I can't hide anything from her. First she found out that I like Harry and now she knows that I snogged him. Well actually she only said kissed so I guess it isn't that bad.

"You snogged him," she said incredulously.

"Did I say that out loud?" I asked.

"No, but your silence spoke volumes and you just admitted to it," she said with a smirk.

"What about you and Neville?" I inquired.

That shut her right up.

Soon the food disappeared only to be replaced with dessert. Ron tried to coax Hermione with the dessert, but she wasn't having it. She was so stubborn.

When that disappeared, Dumbledore stood up to make another announcement.

"Could I have your attention please," Dumbledore said in a serious voice.

The entire room went into silence as our headmaster spoke.

"I would like to say a few words," Dumbledore told us. "Eternal glory that is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."

I raised my eyebrow at this statement. They were going to let teenagers risk their life for eternal glory?

"For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all of this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Minister Bartimus Crouch."

At that moment, thunder boomed over head. We all looked up to see rain begin to leak through the enchanted ceiling. A man appeared in the corner of the Great Hall and pointed his wand up at the ceiling casting a spell to seal the roof.

Once everybody stopped screaming and turned their attention towards the man who was walking up to the head table. He had shoulder length blond hair that looked like straw and was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and black pants. On his right leg he wore a black boot while his left leg was made out of metal. But the thing that creeped me out was his eyes. His right eye was gray while his left eye was a huge blue one that spun around in its socket like it wasn't attached to anything. I shuttered a little bit.

"Bloody hell," Ron said staring at Moody. "It's Mad-Eye Moody."

"Who," I asked.

"Alastor Moody," Fred told her. "He was once an Auror."

"Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him," George added.

"He's supposed to be mad as a hatter these days," Ron said.

"Dear old friend," Dumbledore smiled and Moody walked up to him. "Thank you for coming."

Moody nodded and he took a long drink from a hip flask.

"What do you think he's drinking?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Harry said. "But I don't think it's pumpkin juice."

Moody made his way up to the table at Barty Crouch made his way towards the students.

"After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final," Barty Crouch told the students.

Every student in that room booed as soon as he said that.

"That's rubbish," Fred and George shouted.

"Silence," Dumbledore yelled. Everyone went quiet.

Dumbledore walked up to a wooden box and he waved his right hand. The box melted away reveling a golden goblet with a blue flame coming out of the top. He then turned to the students and spoke.

"The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there is no turning back. As from this moment the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

xxXXxx

"Did you know Cedric Diggory was staring at you all through dinner?" Amara asked me.

We were currently sitting on my bed with the silencing charm around us. We couldn't sleep, but we didn't want to wake Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, like he would not turn away," she told me.

"He was probably looking at you," I said.

"No he was staring straight at you. Do you know him?" she asked.

"Do I know if he has a very sexy voice and rock solid chest? Yes. Do I know him? Not really" I told her.

She just stared at me with her jaw almost touching the bed. I didn't blame her. Cedric Diggory was one of the hottest boys at this school and he was of age. I was the only metamorphmagus here and I was fourteen. He and I being together is like an impossibility.

"So do you like him?" she inquired.

"Well he's cute for sure, but…" I said.

"You're in love with Harry," she finished.

"Yeah, besides Cho Chang is mad for Cedric-," I said referring to the fifth year Ravenclaw.

"And Harry is mad for Cho," Amara cut off.

I just looked at her like she was crazy. Harry fancied Cho Chang? She couldn't be serious right now.

"You should think about Cedric," she said standing up. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I said before getting under my blanket and thinking about what you said.

xxXXxx

The next morning was when we got our schedules.

"Today's not bad...outside all morning," Ron said. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures-"

"With Slytherins," I groaned.

It was no secret how much the Slytherins and Gryffindors hated each other. They especially seemed to hate our little quartet. The feeling was mutual though. I was waiting for the time when I could hex Pansy Parkinson off the planet.

"And Double Divination this afternoon," Harry groaned.

"You should have given it up like me," Hermione said. "Then you'd be doing something sensible like Arithmancy."

"Yes let's spend two hours with numbers," I said sarcastically. "I prefer the psychotic old bat."

Hermione just rolled her eyes and went to stuffing her breakfast down her throat. Apparently I am the only one with any kind of manners. This group could be so disgusting.

"You're eating again I notice," Ron said watching Hermione stuff herself.

"I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights," Hermione said.

"Or you were hungry," I said.

xxXXxx

"Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told us motioning to a plant that looked like giant black slugs. They were the ugliest plants I've ever seen. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus-"

"The what?" Seamus asked incredulously.

"Pus, Finnigan, pus," Professor Sprout said. "And it's extremely valuable, so don't waste it. You will collect the pus, I say, in these bottles. Wear your dragon-hide gloves; it can do funny things to the skin when undiluted, bubotuber pus."

Squeezing that bubotuber was repulsive. I kept Hermione snickering by pretending I was squeezing all the pimples on Pansy Parkinson's face. She didn't have a lot, but a stray Furnunculus hex might accidentally hit her soon.

"This'll keep madam Pomfrey happy," Professor Sprout said at the end of the lesson. "An excellent remedy for the more stubborn forms of acne, bubotuber pus. Should stop students resorting to desperate measures to rid themselves of pimples."

"Like poor Eloise Midgen," Hannah Abbott said. "She tried to curse hers off."

"Silly girl," Professor Sprout said shaking her head. "But Madam Pomfrey fixed her nose back on in the end."

xxXXxx

Hagrid was waiting outside with Fang and some crates. I could see the crates rustling. It sounded like a war was going on in the crates with all the explosions.

"Mornin'!" Hagrid exclaimed grinning. "Be'er wait fer the Slytherins, they won' want ter miss this—Blast-Ended Skrewts!"

"Come again?" Ron asked.

Hagrid pointed towards the crates and Lavender Brown walked over to them. Peering in them, she squealed and backed away.

"They can't be that bad," Amara said.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the crates. I would like to make it known that I am not a baby nor am I a squealer, but looking into those crates made me completely lose it. I glanced into a crate and shrieked.

I don't remember moving, but I ended hiding behind Harry. At that moment, I didn't care if he fancied Cho Chang. I was hiding my face in his robe.

The Blast-Ended Skrewts looked like shell-less lobsters. They were ghastly. They were pale and slimy-looking. It didn't even look like they had heads. If something has more than four limbs, I don't want to touch it. In my head I see an insect and I hate insectswith a passion.

"On'y jus' hatched," Hagrid said. "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

"And why would we want to raise them?" an annoying voice asked.

Hagrid looked confused and I rolled my eyes. This class was not turning out well.

"I mean, what do they do?" Malfoy asked. "What is the point of them?"

I sneered at Malfoy and of course Pansy caught me. She glared at me and I glared right back. I felt Harry take my hand and growled before turning towards Hagrid. My day will come.

"Tha's next lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus' feedin' 'em today. Now, yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things—I've never had 'em before, not sure what they'll go fer—I got ant eggs an' frog livers an' a bit o' grass snake—just try 'em out with a bit of each," Hagrid barked at Malfoy.

I sniggered under my breath. Maybe this year wouldn't be horrible.

When Harry started walking towards the crates, I wouldn't budge. I did not want to go near those things.

"Come on Isadora," Harry beckoned.

I shook my head and stood my ground. There was no way in bloody hell that I was doing this.

He sighed and came back over to me. I had a look of triumph on my face which quickly disappeared when I was lifted up my waist and over his shoulder. I pounded on his back and kicked my feet in the air, but he had an iron grip on me. If he wasn't taking me towards those freaks of nature, I would have found this pretty hot.

"Too scared to do things yourself DaVita? Have to have Potter do it for you?" Pansy asked haughtily.

"I would retort Pansy, but I remembered that you've never even had a boyfriend. They must be repelled by that pug nosed face of yours," I came back with.

She glared at me and I stuck my tongue out at her before smiling complacently. Isadora-1, Pansy-0.

Harry set me down and kept his hands on my waist as if to make sure I wasn't going to run.

"You can let go of me now Harry," I whispered to him.

He blushed and let go. Amara had to be wrong about him liking Cho Chang. She just has to be wrong about this one thing.

I looked for her to see she was helping Neville out. She looked up briefly and her eyes widened at me. She grabbed a lock of her hair and pointed towards me. I looked at her bizarrely before grabbing a lock of my own hair and seeing it was bubblegum pink. Why do you do this to me Harry?

Changing my hair back to normal, I got a little bit of everything and stood at the crate next to Harry's. I really didn't want to do this.

"Feed it," he told me.

"I really don't want to," I whimpered.

He gave me a look and sighed before reaching into the crate to give it some frog livers. My hand shot back out.

"Bloody hell!" I screeched.

The bloody thing burned me! I glowered at the thing inside the crate before cradling my injured arm.

Dean pulled out his hand and yelled, "Ouch! It got me!"

Hagrid hurried over to him with a look of concern.

"Its end exploded!" Dean said furiously.

"An, yeah, that can happen when they blast off," Hagrid said.

"Eurgh!" Lavender said again. "Eurgh, Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?"

"Ah, some of 'em have got stings," Hagrid said enthusiastically. Lavender snatched her hand out of the crate. "I reckon they're the males...The females've got sorta sucker things on their bellies...I think they might be ter suck blood."

"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," Malfoy said. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?"

I wouldn't tell him this, but I agreed. I think we should just kill the lot of the bloody things before they decided to kill us.

"Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't mean they're not useful," Hermione snapped. "Dragon's blood is amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet would you?"

Hermione had to be referring to Norbert from our first year. Now I liked Norbert because he was quite adorable, but these Blast-Ended Skrewts were anything but. This year was going to be terrible.

xxXXxx

"Well at least the Skrewts are small," Ron said after Care of Magical Creatures.

"They are now," Hermione said, "but once Hagrid's found out what they eat, I expect they'll be six feet long."

I whimpered at the thought. My hand was already burnt and it was only the first day back.

"Well, that won't matter if they turn out to cure seasickness or something, will it?" Ron said grinning at Hermione.

"You know perfectly well I only said that to shut Malfoy up," Hermione said. "As a matter of fact I think he's right. The best thing to do would be to stamp on the lot of them before they start attacking us all."

"I agree. Exterminate the bloody things before they make more," I growled crossing my hands over my chest. "Feed Pansy Parkinson to them before though."

Hermione gave me a look, but Ron and Harry were snickering. I knew she agreed though. She didn't like Pansy either.