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The train finally stopped, which meant that we had arrived. We all had already changed into our robes. We grabbed our bags and stepped off the train. Rosaline and I decided to walk with Harry, Hermione and Ron to Hogwarts; we might actually learn some things from them.

Hogwarts was a beautiful place. It had a medieval look to it; a castle-like building with glorious green hills spreading all around the school for miles and miles. There was a lake near by that reflected the sun perfectly. I wished that the real world was more like this.

The huge front doors of the school opened slowly, letting all of the students in one group at a time. We finally got in and followed everyone else; where ever the hell they were going. We reached a very large room with four long tables. Each table was swarming with students from ages 11 to 17. I looked up and saw hundreds of candles floating in midair. A beautiful night sky was placed on the ceiling. I knew it wasn't really because I had did some extra reading on the school before we got here. I wanted to make sure that we didn't stand out too much.

"So where do we sit?" Rosaline asked.

"Well..." I said, "We have to sit with the people that are dressed like us."

"Everyone is dressed like us," Rosaline said.

"No," I said, "Everyone has different symbols on the their robes and different tie colors. We have purple and gray."

Rosaline looked around the room.

"Those people over there have purple ties," she pointed to the table second to the right.

I nodded in agreement; they all had the Ravenclaw uniform. We walked over to the table casually and sat down. A few people looked at us oddly; most of them were staring at Rosaline's blue hair. This started to irritate her. She turned to the person next to her, who happened to be staring.

"Yes," she said, "I have electric blue hair. Get over it."

I giggled at her frustration. The person was taken back a little at her outburst, but luckily it made everyone stop staring. Everyone started to grow quiet. I turned to the front to see an old man in silvery blue robes stand up at the podium. He had a long gray beard, which was a bit longer than his long gray hair. His half-moon shaped glasses glinted by the light of the candles. He reminded me of a wise grandfather, which made me smile a little. From what I read, I was pretty sure that he was the headmaster; Albus Dumbledore.

"Well now that we're all settled in and sorted," he said, "I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen-"

Dumbledore was suddenly interrupted by someone reopening the doors. A scraggly, filthy man, who reminded me of a hobo, came running into the room. Well, it wasn't a run; it was a part run, part limp kind of deal. It was quite amusing. He rushed over to the Dumbledore's side and whispered something in his ear. No one could hear what he was saying. He then ran/limped back out of the room; it gave me a dying urge to roll on the floor laughing.

"So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The TriWizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "The Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contest are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later. First please help me in welcoming the lovely ladies, of the Beauxbatons academy of magic and their mistress, Madame Maxine!"

The doors reopened once again, revealing many beautiful girls all wearing silky blue uniforms. To be honest they seemed very prissy, which made me dislike them a little. They pranced down the aisle gracefully. Every now and then they'd stop and do some odd gesture to the boys. It was a sigh of a damsel in distress, but also said 'I've fallen for you.' It made all of the boys swoon, and it made me gag. Rosaline had the same look that I had: disgust.

"You've got to be kidding me," Rosaline groaned. I nodded, saying that I agreed with her.

Suddenly we heard a large pair of footsteps walking down the aisle. It was a humungous woman, at least 8 feet tall. I was trying so hard not to make my jaw drop.

"Good Lord," I whispered.

"I know," Rosaline whispered back.

Once the girls finished their so called "performance," the boys started clapping and cheering and whistling. Rosaline and I clapped, but with no effort.

"And now our friends from the north," Dumbledore announced, "Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff!"

"Oh great," I said, "Just what we need; another pathetic performance."

"Yeah," Rosaline agreed, "Except this time it will be with hot-headed, self-absorbed men that think with their - Good God!"

I turn around to see what she was gawking at; the boys from Durmstrang might be hot-headed but they were also good looking.

"Hot damn," I muttered.

They marched down the aisle with these long wooden staffs. They'd stomp them against the ground, which created a spark. A few of them did some very impressive dance moves. One of them blew out fire which made a dragon shaped flame. It was actually very good. Their teacher then came in, with a boy by his side. A bunch of students looked at them in surprise and started to whisper.

"It's Viktor Krum," someone from our table whispered.

Rosaline and I looked at each other oddly. What was so great about Viktor Krum? We both shrugged, not having the faintest idea.

We all clapped at the end of the performance. Rosaline and I actually enjoyed it, unlike the one from the girls of Beauxbatons. Dumbledore soon got everyone to calm down.

"Let the feast begin," he said as he waved his hands slowly in front of him.

Suddenly food appeared on our empty table. Rosaline was as excited as I was. I didn't hesitate to dig in. It was moments like this that made me wish I was actually a witch. The Beauxbaton students unfortunately sat with Ravenclaw while the Durmstrang students sat with Slytherin. A few of the girls from Beauxbaton sat beside us. It was annoying the hell out of me; it almost made me loose my appetite. They would glance at us every now and then and then whisper in French. It was pretty obvious that they were talking about us.

"Excuse me," one of them said in a thick french accent, "I don't mean to pry, but why is you're hair blue?"

"Because I dyed it," Rosaline said, obviously being a smart mouth.

"Well obviously," the Beauxbaton girl said, "But why? It's...uh...unnatural."

"More like uncivilized," another girl added.

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut," I sneered.

"Or what?" she dared.

I glared at her aggressively. I had the greatest urge to push her; maybe I'll make her shave her own hair, that will show her something uncivilized. I'd push them all right now if I wanted to, and I really wanted to. But that would cause attention.

"You will leave us alone," I said.

I could feel my pupils dilating as I started to push her. Her face became trance-like, with no emotion.

"You won't look at us," I added, "Talk to us or even think about us. We never had this conversation."

Black covered my eyes entirely, and the order was complete. I looked away and so did she. She smiled and continued talking to her friends as if nothing happened. They were curious at first, but then decided to ignore it. Rosaline looked at me with anger and shock.

"Why did you do that?" she half whispered, half yelled.

"I had no choice," I said.

"Yes you did," she argued, "You could have chosen to ignore her. You shouldn't have pushed her. You could have made a scene, or worse."

"Come on," I scoffed, "It was a harmless little push."

Rosaline groaned and angrily ran her fingers through her hair.

"Just," she paused, "Be careful."

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Fine," I said.

"Your attention please!" Dumbledore said, "I'd like to say a few words."

Everyone was silent again and turned to Dumbledore. I noticed that a giant golden pillar was standing next to him. I was curious to know what was in it.

"Eternal glory!" he said, "That's what awaits the student who wins The Triwizard Tournament, but to this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks!"

"Cool," Rosaline smiled devilishly.

I giggled a little; Rosaline had always been addicted to danger and thrill. She was an adrenaline junkie.

"To explain all this," Dumbledore continued, "We have the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Mr. Bartemus Crouch..."

Another man stepped up, who obviously was Crouch, next to Dumbledore. He was about to speak, when lightning struck from ceiling. Everyone was startled, which probably meant that this has never happened before. Students started to panic, when someone put a spell on it. I looked to the side to see a deformed looking man with a huge, bulging blue eye and a metal leg and a walking stick walk towards Dumbledore. They shook hands and Crouch just resumed whatever he was about to say.

"After due consideration," Crouch started, "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 tournament-"

Then I couldn't hear what he was saying; mostly because there was a great outburst from the students. I could hear several of them booing and yelling "rubbish" or "that's not fair." Rosaline looked a little disappointed as well. I guess she wanted to enter, too.

"Silence!" Dumbledore loudly shouted.

Dumbledore pointed his wand to the giant gold pillar and it melted away to reveal a large, bronze goblet. Soon, blue flames engulfed the inside of it. It was hypnotizing and intriguing.

"The Goblet of Fire!" Dumbledore said, "Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, The Triwizard Tournament has begun!"

Today we had are our first class. It was Defense Against the Dark Arts. I knew that our teacher was the odd man from the other night; the one with the craziest eye and metal leg. Rosaline and I sat next to each other once we reached the class room. I saw Hermione, Ron and Harry walk into the classroom. I waved at Hermione and she decided to sit in front of us. The teacher then came in, limping all the way to the front of the room.

"Alastor Moody," he said. He then wrote his name on the board. "Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent... and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, good-bye, the end. Any questions?"

No raised their hand; probably because they all were already afraid of him.

"When it comes to the Dark Arts," Moody continued, "I believe in a practical approach. But first, who can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

Hermione raised her hand and the professor nodded for her to answer.

"Three, sir," Hermione said.

Moody then wrote "unforgivable" on the board.

"And they are so named?" he then asked.

"Because they are unforgivable," Hermione answered, "The use of any one of them will..."

"Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban," Moody finished her sentence, "Correct! The Ministry of Magic says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared!"

I noticed that a kid started to take his gum out and put is under his desk.

"You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the under-side of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!" Moody shouted.

He said this without even looking at him; he was facing the board the entire time.

"No way," the boy whispered, "The old codger can see in the back of his head."

Moody turned around and threw his chalk at the kid very aggressively.

"And hear across classrooms!" he shouted, "Now, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!"

"Yes?" Ron's voice squeaked.

"Stand!" Moody ordered, "Give us a curse."

"Well," Ron managed to say without stuttering, "My dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse."

"Oh, yeah," Moody nodded, "Your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why."

Moody took out a spider from a jar sitting on the front table. He placed on the palm of his hand with he held his wand in the other hand.

"Engorgio!" he said. Suddenly the spider grew larger.

"Imperio!" he then said.

Suddenly he could levitate the spider. It squirmed in dislike of being moved around. He moved his wand around to make fly around the room. We all started to laugh at this. He put it on a student's hand, which made us laugh more and made the student feel uncomfortable. Moody moved it over to Ron's head. Ron looked so terrified; as sorry as I felt for him, I still laughed.

After playing many antics with the Imperius Curse, Moody stopped.

"What should I make her do now?" he asked, still levitating the spider.

"Fly out the window?" he suggested.

He flicked his wand and the spider flew to the window, which was luckily closed.

"Drown herself?" he suggested another.

He lowered his wand, and the spider moved to be just above a bucket of water. It started to seem sad, to watch the spider suffer. He brought the spider back to palm and placed it back on the table.

"Scores of witches and wizards," Moody said, "Have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding... under the influence of the Imperius Curse. But here's the rub: How do we sort out the liars?"

Rosaline and I looked at each other for a moment. You-Know-Who what now? What was he talking about. Moody then looked around the room.

"Another, another," he said.

Several kids slowly raised their hands. One kid in the front seemed hesitant, but raised his hand anyway.

"Longbottom, is it?" Moody asked, the kid nodded, "Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology."

"There's the, um," the student stuttered, "The Cruciatus Curse."

"Correct! Correct!" Moody said, "Come, come."

He brought the student over to the table.

"The torture curse," Moody said.

He then aimed his wand at the spider.

"Crucio!" Moody said.

The spider made a terrifying squealing sound, which was seriously bothered the student watching up close.

"Stop it!" Hermione said, "Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!"

Moody must have not noticed, because he looked like he was snapping back into reality. He stopped and picked up the spider. He placed it on Hermione's desk.

"Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable curse, Miss Granger," he said.

Hermione shook her head no.

"No?" Moody asked.

He then pointed his wand at the spider.

"Avada Kedavra!" he said.

A green light shot out from his wand, and then the spider fell dead. It was terrible, to take life just like that. I looked over and saw Harry watching this intensely from his desk.

"The Killing Curse," Moody said, "Only one person is known to have survived it... and he's sitting in this room."

I noticed that he was standing next to Harry, and he was also staring at him as he said that. Harry survived the curse?