Ch 26
A/N: Ok guys, I know I can't apologize enough about the long wait for this chapter, but on the up side it's a really long one. I also used a lot of dialogue from the book, so if you recognize it don't be too surprised.
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The delegations from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrived earlier that day with the usual flare becoming wizards getting together. They were now comfortably, or as comfortable as possible, situated in the Great Hall. The feast was coming to a close as the golden plates filled with puddings. As Poppy started loading her plate up with puddings she leaned into Victoria, "I can't believe it's really happening. I'm so excited."
Victoria gave her a small smile, but didn't have time to answer as Minerva leaned in from the other side, "It is exciting to place students in mortal danger?"
"Oh Min," Poppy sighed, "the students are not in mortal danger. The rules are different now than they were when we were in school. No one is going to be hurt."
"You cannot say that Poppy," Minerva retorted hotly. "Putting additional safety measures in place does not ensure that the students will be unharmed."
Poppy nodded, "That's true, but it's much less likely that they will be hurt."
"And if they do get hurt Poppy will be there to fix it." Victoria added quickly.
Smiling Poppy agreed, "You see, everything will be fine. So just sit back and enjoy."
Watching as the plates cleared themselves Minerva shook her head sighing, "I still do not like it."
The trio quieted a moment later as the plates cleared and Albus stood. An excited buzz filled the room as if it had been suddenly filled with a swarm of bees until Albus started to speak. "The time has come. The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring the casket just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports." Mr. Bagman, a slightly round, rosy faced, blond man gave a cheery wave as Dumbledore said his name. To his side, a man Victoria had seen around the ministry a few times, Mr. Crouch, a severe looking, elderly man gave no indication as his name was said.
Dumbledore continued, "Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."
Giving the crowd a smile Dumbledore said, "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."
Mr. Filch approached Dumbledore with a large, extremely old, wooden chest that was jewel encrusted. The swarm of bees seemed to reenter the room as the students started talking amongst themselves excitedly. "The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways… their magical prowess – their daring – their powers of deduction – and, of course, their ability to cope with danger." The hall silenced around them, students and staff alike holding their breath in anticipation.
"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament, one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."
Tapping the casket three times with his wand and watching as the lid creaked open, Dumbledore reached inside it. Pulling out a large, roughly carved wooden cup filled entirely with blue-white flames and then closing the casket again, he placed the goblet on top of it. "Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet. Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete.
"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation, I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line.
"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once the champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."
The hall suddenly filled with scrapping of benches upon the stone floor and the sound of chatter as most of the students and staff started to leave the hall. Three seats at the staff table however, remained occupied as Dumbledore turned to face them. A jovial smile broke out across his face seeing their reactions. Minerva looking grim, as if she'd just been told that her children had been put in danger, for in her mind they had. Worry was etched across Victoria's features, realizing how difficult the job she'd taken was going to be. Poppy on her other side could barely suppress her excitement at the upcoming events.
Albus gave a slight chuckle approaching the table, breaking the women out of their reveries. Looking to Poppy's smiling face he asked, "Excited for the festivities Madam Pomfrey?"
"Oh yes Headmaster," she answered happily. "I remember it from our school years. I just hope I will be able to watch some of it."
He smiled down at her, "I am sure you will."
Getting up from her chair she said, "I'm sorry sir, you'll have to excuse me. I just remembered I'd asked Professor Snape to make me some potions earlier."
"Of course," he nodded, turning his attention to the nervous look Victoria sported, "It is a challenging occupation you will have this year Miss Knight."
Victoria gave a short laugh, "You can say that again."
"I will be moving the Goblet into the entrance hall in an hour. Why do you not see if you can get some rest? It will be a long night for you."
"Sounds like a plan to me. Sitting up all night trying to amuse myself with balls of dust is going to take some patience," she smiled rising from her seat.
"Ah, your feline self will be making an appearance tonight."
"Yeah, I figure most of the kids won't notice a cat walking around the entrance hall," she shrugged. "Well I will see you in an hour."
Turning his attention once again to Minerva after Victoria had left the room; he took her hand in his giving it a slight squeeze. Her eyes found his a moment later, the trepidation she felt broadcasting loud and clear. "Albus, I beseech you, rethink what you are doing."
"I am sorry Minerva, but I cannot," he said gently, sweeping a stray hair behind her ear.
"It is not too late, the Goblet has not given the names, the tournament is not yet begun," she implored, searching his eyes.
"I fear, however, that the damage has already been done. I cannot disappoint the students now that I have gotten their hopes up. It would be most unkind," he smiled caressing her cheek.
"And you believe that it would be more kind to have the children hurt or even killed because it would not disappoint them?"
"Minerva," he said gently taking both her hands again, "I understand how hard this is for you, but I am doing everything in my power to assure no student will be harmed this time."
Dropping her hands from his she pushed her chair back and got up making her way down the length of the staff table saying irritably, "I am sure that is what Headmaster Dippet had said as well." Coming to a stop in front of him, "Albus, not only was the Beauxbaton student killed, but we all nearly were. I do not think I can live through that again."
Enveloping her in his arms he pulled her close to him, "I cannot go back and change what happened in the past my dear, but I will do my best to make sure it does not happen again. It is true that you are lucky to be standing here, that all of the champions did not die that year, conversely, you did have your chance to be champion."
Smiling slightly she nodded, "Holding that cup in my hands was one of the best moments of my life."
"You see. Remember as well, the students will also have Victoria and Alastor watching out for them this year."
Looking up at him skeptically she asked, "Is that supposed to be comforting? Knowing that my daughter will be putting herself in danger."
He smiled pulling her back into his embrace, "No, our daughter will be protecting the students."
Minerva pulled back from him again, "It still means she will be in danger."
"Everything will be fine my dear," he said leaning down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. "You will see."
…
A few hours later, Victoria was curled up in a dark corner of the entrance hall, her long fluffy tail swishing nonchalantly on the stone floor. Her head rested on her paws, giving the appearance that she was asleep, however, her eyes remained open and her ears alert. A few students had already been by to put their names in the Goblet, all of them being Hogwarts students. None of them gave her more than a glance, a few even commented on her absence.
It was after midnight when she thought she was going to fall asleep out of sheer boredom that a surprise came her way. As she heard the familiar sound of wood striking the stone floor her ears perked up. A moment later Moody walked into the room looking around furtively, as if afraid someone would see him there. The action seemed strange, but Victoria tried to dismiss it as Moody being overly cautious.
Turning back into her usual form she stepped out of the shadows, causing him to startle. She chuckled lightly, "Surprised to see me Moody? What happened to your 'Constant Vigilance'?"
"Aye, I thought someone had been poking around," he answered shortly, not making eye contact.
At this she smiled, "That's not a surprise, students have been by here all night putting their names in the Goblet."
"I suppose so. Any underage students try yet?" he asked, almost sounding as though he was eager for someone to.
She studied him curiously, but answered anyway, "Not yet, but it's only a matter of time."
"Not even," he leaned into her, whispering, "Harry Potter?"
Taking a step back from him she studied him, "No not even Harry."
"Ah well, I was certain the little rascal would try." He took a step back the way he came, glancing back at the Goblet. "Good luck on watch tonight, Miss Knight. I believe you may need it," he said over his shoulder as he left the room, leaving Victoria in wonder.
It was in that instant that she knew Poppy had been right. What did he mean that she may need luck on her watch? Did he know something she didn't? Or was she simply blowing it all out of proportion?
She didn't have much time to think about it though as she heard another series of footsteps approach. Turning quickly back into her animagus she sauntered back into the corner, watching closely. A dark haired girl and a sandy haired boy approached talking in whispers. As they stepped into the room she suddenly turned to him, taking his hand, "Jas, are you sure about this?"
"Mary, it's nothing. All we need to do is get by the age line," he said pointing to the gold line Dumbledore had drawn earlier.
"You make it sound so simple," she answered staring at the line as if it were a snake that would attack if they got too near.
"Come on," he said gently, taking a vial out of his pocket. "We only need a drop or two."
He handed the bottle to her and watched as she shakily took two drops from it. Grimacing as the liquid touched her tongue she handed it back to him. Smiling at her he took two drops as well and waited. She studied him for a moment then asked, "I don't feel any different do you?"
"No, but we only needed to age a few months." Sensing her fear he gave her hand a squeeze, "Hey, it'll be okay."
She looked up at him, not sure if she believed his words or not. Giving her a slight smile he leaned down kissing her gently. Pulling away she smiled nodding, "Alright, let's do this."
Still clutching each other's hands they both stepped up to the goblet, holding their breaths as they stepped over the line. Sighing as nothing happened for a moment they both threw small pieces of parchment into the flames. They each smiled, leaning in to kiss triumphantly. However, a moment later there was a sizzling noise that emitted from the goblet, and suddenly they were thrown out of the ring. They landed ten feet away, both groaning as they hit the stone floor. A second later there was a loud pop and they both sprouted long, snowy white beards.
Finally turning back into her human form Victoria couldn't help but smirk. "Good evening," she said evenly stepping towards the pair. "And who might you two be?"
The girl looked up with tears in her eyes, whether from shame or from pain Victoria was unsure. "Mary," she answered in a voice barely above a whisper, "Mary Fawcett."
The boy wouldn't look at her, but answered, "Jasper Summers."
"Well Mary, Jasper, why don't you come with me. I'll take you to the hospital wing. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will be able to get rid of those beards in no time." She smiled comfortingly at them.
As they walked towards the hospital wing no one said a word, both of the students too ashamed of their actions, and Victoria for fear that she would laugh. Once they reached the double doors Victoria opened them allowing the students to enter before her. She instructed them to have a seat and went to Poppy's door. Stepping in front of the door she found the wizard in the portrait to be snoozing peacefully. She hated waking the old man like this but some things are necessary. Gently she called, "St. Mungo." The wizard in the portrait gave a slight start; the robin on his shoulder gave an indignant tweet, settling back down a moment later. "Ah, Miss Knight, what can I do for you?" he asked, readjusting the bandage he had around his head.
"I'm sorry to bother you sir, but I really need Madam Pomfrey."
"No bother," he smiled, stepping out of the portrait. A few seconds went by and he returned, Poppy stepping out of the portrait behind him. "What is it Victoria?" she asked with a yawn. Her hair was tied up in rags, still not giving in to curlers, her burgundy robe tied tightly around her, and slippers on her feet.
"I'm sorry Poppy, but I didn't know how to fix this one," Victoria answered, indicating the students still sitting on the beds.
Poppy gave a slight huff, moving towards them. Shaking her head she started pulling out her wand as Victoria made her way to the door. The last thing Victoria heard as she left was, "Mr. Summers that will be ten points from Hufflepuff. And Miss Fawcett, I would have expected better of you, ten points from Ravenclaw as well."
As Victoria left the hospital and headed towards the stairs a deep voice sounded behind her, "Good evening Miss Knight."
Turning around quickly a smile formed on her face as she saw who it was, "Good evening Professor, what are you doing out so late?"
Dumbledore smiled, "I am in need of hot chocolate, I fear sleep is eluding me tonight."
"I'm sorry to hear that," she answered as they both started down the stairs.
"What brings you to this part of the castle? It is quite far from the entrance hall."
"Yeah, you will be happy to know your age line works. Two students tried it out tonight and I just took them up to Poppy. Let me tell you, she was not too happy to be woken up." Victoria smiled.
He chuckled lightly, "I would assume not. How has the rest of your night been?"
"Mostly uneventful," she answered truthfully. "A few students have put their name in, mostly Slytherins. There is one thing though…" her voice faded off as her mind started to wander.
"What is it?" he asked concernedly.
"Well, Moody came to see me tonight, and I know this sounds crazy, but I swear something strange is going on with him."
"How so?" he asked as they turned down the corridor leading towards the kitchens and entrance hall.
"He was asking if any of the underage kids had tried to get past your age line yet, and he seemed really interested to know if Harry Potter had tried," she explained.
"I see," he answered, a frown creeping over his face.
"That's not all, I mean with him turning that Malfoy kid into a ferret. The Moody I know just wouldn't do that. He would never hurt anyone intentionally. And then at the start of term feast he didn't even seem like he recognized me. We worked together for three years, that's a bit hard to forget. When Poppy tried to talk to him he barely even acknowledged her too." Heaving a sigh she paused for a moment, coming to a stop in front of the doors to the entrance hall. "I don't know what's with him Professor, but I know something isn't right."
Dumbledore nodded slowly, contemplating everything she'd just told him. Of course there were things that he'd noticed as well, but now was not time to add fuel to the fire. "I will take what you've said into consideration, however, I cannot do anything until we have solid evidence that something is truly wrong with Moody. Thank you for your concern Miss Knight. Good evening." He said, turning down another corridor towards the kitchens.
Shaking her head as she watched him leave, she opened the doors and entered the entrance hall once again. Turning quickly back into her animagus form she sat in the dark corner contemplating her conversation with Dumbledore. How could he say that they didn't have any proof? Wasn't his strange behavior enough? Resting her head on her paws again she decided to push the thoughts away, they wouldn't do her any good to worry about them now.
…
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision. I estimate that it requires one more minute." Dumbledore began after the plates had cleared from their second feast in two days. "Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber where they will be receiving their first instructions."
Taking his wand out, he extinguished all the candles in the room with the exception of the ones inside the carved pumpkins, giving them an eerie glow. The Goblet of Fire looked like the sun glowing in the darkness. Leaning over to Victoria again Poppy beamed, "I can't wait!"
Victoria gave her a smile but remained silent. Minerva on her other side gave an indignant huff, still seemingly irritated by Poppy's jubilant attitude.
A moment later the blue-white flames in the goblet turned to a bright scarlet and sparks began shooting from it. Suddenly a bust of flame shot out of it and a charred piece of paper fluttered down into Dumbledore's hand.
The goblet turned back to its usual blue-white flame as Dumbledore announced, "The champion for Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum."
A torrent of applause filled the Hall as Viktor rose and sauntered up to the head table and through the door.
The noise died suddenly, everyone watched in anticipation as the goblet turned red once again. Another piece of parchment flew into Dumbledore's hand a moment later. "The champion for Beauxbations is Fleur Delacour!" he said.
Another round of applause rippled through the Hall, with the exception of a few of the Beauxbatons students who were now in tears. Fleur swept her way up to the staff table and through the door as well.
Once she disappeared, the Hall became silent once more. This time the excitement was almost palpable. Poppy was gripping her hands together tightly, looking as if she were about to catch the parchment instead of Dumbledore. Minerva was nearly shaking, not from excitement, but from fear, knowing that one of her students was going to be put in danger. Victoria held her breath, knowing that this was the moment she was to find out which of the students she would be set to protect for the rest of the school year, the enormity of her job seeming to weigh on her suddenly.
Crimson flames shot out of the goblet again, shooting high into the air. Once Dumbledore caught it he read, "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!"
The applause for the previous students sounded quiet in comparison to the roar that sounded through the Hall upon Cedric's name being called. Professor Sprout along with the entire Hufflepuff house rose to their feet clapping, screaming, and stamping for him. As he walked by the staff table a few shouts of encouragement could be heard over the raucousness.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore exclaimed once the noise had subsided a bit. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real-" Suddenly Dumbledore stopped speaking as every eye in the Hall turned once more to the Goblet of fire which was once more burning a brilliant red. A moment later Dumbledore caught yet another piece of parchment, seemingly automatically.
Pausing for a few seconds to study the parchment, he finally read out the name, "Harry Potter."
Without a thought Minerva shot to her feet, sweeping past the rest of the staff to whisper urgently to Dumbledore, "Albus please, don't let him do this."
Dumbledore nodded dazedly to her, but did not speak. Instead he called, "Harry Potter! Harry! Up here, if you please!"
They all watched as Harry trudged past the house tables, stumbling for a moment on his robes, and made it to the staff table. Harry looked up at Dumbledore, but seemingly could not bring himself to speak.
"Well… through the door, Harry," said Dumbledore, his face showing no emotion.
The Hall filled with a sound replicating that of a swarm of angry bees. Everyone looked up expectantly at Dumbledore who seemed to, for the first time, be speechless.
Pulling himself together a moment later he spoke up again over the din. "Well, it seems that we have our champions. I hope that you will give all of our champions the support that I am certain they will be needing. And now, I believe it is time for bed. Have a good evening everyone."
Watching the students file from the Hall the staff seemed rooted in their seats, watching Dumbledore as expectantly as the students had. He remained silent for a moment, slouching slightly as if the weight of the world had suddenly been put on his back. Turning around he did not speak a word, but passed the staff table and made his way towards the door. Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Minerva, Severus, and Victoria all followed him quickly.
"Madam Maxime!" Fleur nearly shouted striding over to her headmistress as Minerva shut the door behind them. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!"
Madame Maxime's figure nearly filled the room, whether from her size, or from her anger was anyone's guess. "What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" she said haughtily.
"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff, a steely smile playing over his face. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions- or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"
"C'est impossible," said Madame Maxime, whose enormous hand was resting upon Fleur's shoulder. "'Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions. It is most injust."
"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, his eyes were colder than ever. "Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."
"It's no one's fault but Potter's, Karkaroff," said Snape softly, causing Victoria's head to whip around, looking at him in amazement. "Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules. He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here-"
Victoria had never heard him talk this way, and realized that it was no wonder he had the reputation he had with the students. Seeing him in this new light was a little off-putting for her.
"Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly.
Professor Dumbledore was now looking down at Harry, all eyes in the room now on the pair, "Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.
"No," said Harry. Snape made a soft noise of impatient disbelief in the shadows.
"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" asked Professor Dumbledore, ignoring Snape.
"No," said Harry vehemently.
"Ah, but of course 'e is lying!" cried Madam Maxime.
"He could not have crossed the Age Line," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "I am sure we are all agreed on that-"
"Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line," said Madame Maxime, shrugging.
"It is possible, of course," said Dumbledore courteously.
"Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake!" said Professor McGonagall furiously. "Really, what nonsense! Harry could not have crossed that line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believes that he did not persuade an older student to do it for him, I'm sure that should be good enough for everybody else."
"Mr. Crouch… Mr. Bagman," said Karkaroff, a smug tone to his voice, "you are our- er- objective judges. Surely you will agree that this is most irregular?"
"We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly, that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament." Mr. Crouch stated plainly as if reading it from the rule book.
"Well, Barty knows the rule book back to front," said Bagman, beaming and turning back to Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.
"I insist upon resubmitting the names of the rest of my students," snarled Karkaroff, "You will set up the Goblet of Fire once more, and we will continue adding names until each school has two champions. It's only fair, Dumbledore."
"But Karkaroff, it doesn't work like that," said Bagman. "The Goblet of Fire's just gone out- it won't reignite until the start of the next tournament-"
"- in which Durmstrang will most certainly not be competing!" blasted Karkaroff. "After all our meetings and negotiations and compromises, I little expected something of this nature to occur! I have half a mind to leave now!"
"Empty threat, Karkaroff," growled Moody from the doorway, surprising everyone as no one had heard him enter. "You can't leave your champion now. He's got to compete. They've all got to compete. Binding magical contract, like Dumbledore said. Convenient, eh?"
"Convenient?" said Karkaroff, balling his fists at his sides. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."
"Don't you?" Moody growled quietly. "It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that goblet knowing he'd have to compete if it came out."
"Evidently, someone 'oo wished to give 'Ogwarts two bites at ze apple!" Madam Maxime added irritated.
"I quite agree, Madame Maxime," said Karkaroff, bowing to her, nearly condescendingly. "I shall be lodging complaints with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards-"
"If anyone's got reason to complain, it's Potter," growled Moody, "but… funny thing… I don't hear him saying a word…"
"Why should 'e complain?" Fleur burst out. "'E as ze chance to compete, 'asn't 'e? We 'ave all been 'oping to be chosen for weeks and weeks! Ze honor for our schools! A thousand Galleons in prize money- zis is a chance many would die for!"
"Maybe someone's hoping Potter is going to die for it," Moody growled simply.
The room quieted suddenly from these words. Bagman bouncing on his feet was the first to break the tense moment, "Moody, old man… what a thing to say!"
"We all know Professor Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn't discovered six plots to murder him before lunchtime," said Karkaroff with a scoff. "Apparently he is now teaching his students to fear assassination too. An odd quality in a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore, but no doubt you had your reasons."
"Imagining things, am I?" growled Moody. "Seeing things, eh? It was a skilled witch or wizard who put that boy's name in that goblet…"
"Ah, what evidence is zere of zat?" asked Madame Maxime, throwing up her huge hands.
"Because they hoodwinked a very powerful magical object!" said Moody. "It would have needed an exceptionally strong Confundus Charm to bamboozle that goblet into forgetting that only three schools compete in the tournament… I'm guessing they submitted Potter's name under a fourth school, to make sure he was the only one in his category…"
"You seem to have given this a great deal of thought, Moody," said Kardaroff coldly, "and a very ingenious theory it is- though of course, I heard you recently got it into your head that one of your birthday presents contained a cunningly disguised basilisk egg, and smashed it to pieces before realizing it was a carriage clock. So you'll understand if we don't take you entirely seriously…"
"There are those who'll turn innocent occasions to their advantage," Moody retorted in a menacing voice. "It's my job to think the way Dark wizards do, Karkaroff- as you ought to remember…"
"Alastor!" said Dumbledore warningly. Moody fell silent, though still surveying Karkaroff with satisfaction- Karkaroff's face was burning.
Victoria spoke up indignantly, ignoring Dumbledore's warning tone, "For your information Karkaroff, I was the one that gave Moody that carriage clock for his birthday. And I'm not upset in the least with what he did to it. If he had any doubts he was more than in his rights to do what he did."
"Ha," Karkaroff scoffed, "you're just another stooge. It is no wonder you would stick up for him."
"That's right, I'll stick up for Moody, and I'll stick up for Harry too. I know there is no way he put his name in that goblet."
Karkaroff rolled his eyes, "I am sure you did not move from your post all night."
"That's right I didn't!" she shouted in return.
"Miss Knight," Dumbledore said gently, "I'm afraid that is incorrect. You did leave your post once last night."
"Ok, I left to take two underage students up to the hospital wing after they'd had an encounter with you age line. So I know that there is no way that Harry could have done it even if I wasn't watching it."
Madame Maxime eyed her suspiciously for a moment, "You are an Auror are you not?"
"Yes…" Victoria answered warily, unsure where she was going with the statement.
"Zen 'o is to say zat you did not tamper wiz ze goblet yourself?" Maxime threw back at her testily.
"But I…" Victoria tried unsuccessfully to protest.
"That's right. As Moody said it would take a, how did he say, 'an exceptionally strong Confundus Charm' to throw off the goblet. Being an Auror you would certainly know your way around one."
"I would never endanger a student like that!" she exploded suddenly.
"Victoria, Professor Karkaroff, please. Let us all try to regain some semblance of decorum," Dumbledore interrupted before either party could lose their temper too much. "How this situation arose, we do not know," said Dumbledore, speaking to everyone gathered in the room. "It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry have been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, therefore, they will do…"
"Ah, but Dumbly-dorr-" Madame Maxime tried to interrupt.
"My dear Madam Maxime, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it." Dumbledore waited, but Madam Maxime did not speak, she merely glared.
"Well, shall we crack on, then?" Bagman asked rubbing his hands together, very obviously the only person in the room excited. "Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Barty, want to do the honors?"
Mr. Crouch seemed to come out of a deep trance. "Yes," he said shaking his head slightly, "instructions. Yes… the first task…" He moved forward into the firelight, the shadows cast his skin an almost eerily pale glow, making him look almost sick. "The first task is designed to test your daring, so we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard… very important… The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and a panel of judges. The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to compete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests." Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore. "I think that's all, is it, Albus?"
"I think so," said Dumbledore, who was looking at Mr. Crouch, his eyes filled with concern for the man. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?"
"No, Dumbledore, I must get back to the Ministry," said Mr. Crouch. "It is a very busy, very difficult time at the moment… I've left young Weatherby in charge… Very enthusiastic… a little overenthusiastic, if truth be told…"
"You'll come and have a drink before you go, at the very least?" asked Dumbledore.
"Come on, Barty, I'm staying!" said Bagman brightly. "It's all happening at Hogwarts now, you know, much more exciting here than at the office!"
"I think not, Ludo," said Crouch with a touch of annoyance.
"Professor Karkaroff- Madame Maxime- a nightcap?" asked Dumbledore, but Madame Maxime was leading Fleur swiftly out of the room, talking in very fast, angry French.
"Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed," said Dumbledore smiling at both of them. "I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise."
As the boys left, the room fell back into a strained silence. Mr. Bagman was once again the first one to break the tense moment, "How about that nightcap Dumbledore?" he asked brightly.
Dumbledore gave a nod, and left with Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch, not even glancing back at the other four left in the room.
They all remained quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say to each other. After a long pause Moody was the first to speak, "Right, well night all. Seems we'll all need to be watching our backs from now on," his staff clicking harshly on the floor as he made his way out the door.
Minerva was now pacing the small room, shaking, seeming to be angry and worried at the same time. "How can they let him go through with it?" she asked irritatedly, to no one in particular.
"It was Potter's choice to put his name in the goblet." Severus answered coldly.
Victoria turned to him, shooting him a piercing glare, "How can you say that?"
"You, Victoria, have not had to endure Potter's arrogance for the last three years. Submitting his name is something he would do for sport," he answered easily.
"Surely you can't mean that!" Minerva suddenly exploded. "Although it is true Potter has had his share of run-ins with the rules, he would not intentionally endanger himself when he knew what he was up against."
"I do not see how it would make the slightest bit of difference to him," he retorted icily. "The boy has had far too much free reign."
"Free reign!" Minerva shouted, "Do you call fighting off a basilisk single handedly free reign. The boy is no less than a hero."
Severus scoffed, "A hero who has no value for authority."
"Okay, enough!" Victoria interrupted. "I don't care if Harry has had some problems with authority and breaking the rules. The point now is that we all need to be watching out for him. I know there is no way he could have put his name in that goblet, no matter what you think," she added quickly to the eye roll she got from Severus. "He is in real danger here. It is my job to protect him, and I'm going to do that. I just hope you'll help me out."
Minerva nodded, not saying anything, but looking like she was on the verge of tears.
Severus gave an irritated huff, but finally gave a curt nod.
"Thank you. Now I don't know about you two, but I need some sleep. Have a good night," Victoria said softly disappearing through the door.
…
The morning of the first task dawned cold and gloomy. As Victoria made her way out of the castle with Poppy she stole a glance at Minerva and Harry walking just in front of them. Minerva's hand rested on Harry's shoulder. When they arrived at the champion's tent Minerva said something to him that Victoria and Poppy couldn't hear, but as she turned back coming over to them she looked more nervous than Harry had.
Minerva walked by the pair without another glance, knowing that they'd ask questions if she stopped. Poppy and Victoria shared a nervous glance but both followed Minerva away from the tents. Retreating into the stands without another word, Minerva found her seat next to Albus. Poppy shook her head looking up at her friend, "I don't know why she's so nervous. With all the precautions they've made this year it'll be amazing if the champions get more than a scratch."
"You know Minerva. Even though she won't admit it, those students are like her kids." Victoria gave Poppy a smile as she walked away to get in position for the task.
Poppy sighed, whispering to herself, "It's her kid she's worried about."
The students had already started filing into the stands as Victoria made her way into the arena to get ready for the first task. As she passed the staff section she heard a girl say, "Professor McGonagall, are you alright?"
"I'm fine Miss Granger," Minerva answered curtly, but couldn't hide the tremble in her voice.
Finding the pair in the stands just above her, Victoria recognized the girl as being one of Harry's friends. Miss Granger gave Minerva a curious glance, "I read in Triwizard Champions that the Triwizard Tournament was brought back while you were in school."
"Yes," Minerva answered, looking down into her folded hands.
"It said that you won that year."
"That would be correct." Minerva stated simply.
"Then why did it say it was brough back unsuccessfully?" the girl asked.
Minerva's eyes didn't meet the girl's as she answered honestly, "Miss Granger, the only reason I won that year is because one of the champions was hurt very badly and the other was killed."
Both Victoria's and the girl's eyes widened at Minerva's statement. Miss Granger asked in a weak voice, "Well certainly the Ministry has put more regulations in place haven't they?"
Giving her a small smile Minerva answered reassuringly, "They have." Pausing, Minerva noticed that most of the students had already made it to their seats, "You better find your place."
Miss Granger nodded walking away to find her seat. As she walked away Minerva's eyes found Victoria's for a moment, the fear in Minerva's eyes seemed to give Victoria more determination. Victoria now felt that she needed to protect those kids more than ever, for Minerva more than for them.
Heaving a sigh, Victoria stepped to the side of the arena where Hagrid was waiting for her, her broom slung over his shoulder like a knapsack. Beaming at her he said, "Miss Victoria, here's your broom. Just got it from Professor Hooch a minute ago, wanted to do some last minute adjustments."
Taking the broom form him she noticed it looked nothing like her's. Glancing from the gleamingly polished handle to the perfectly straight twigs in the tail, she knew this couldn't possibly be her's, this was a Firebolt. Gaping back at him, he saw the look on her face and smiled, leaning into her, "A gift from Professor Dumbledore for the new position. But don't tell no one I told ya."
Victoria laughed and looked up into the stands where Albus was smiling down at her. He gave her a wink and she nodded her head in thanks.
A moment later Hagrid spoke up again, "Oh, nearly forgot. He told me to give you this for luck." He reached into his robes and pulled out a small piece of light blue ribbon with a small charm on it. He tied it around the handle of her broom and stood back.
When she finally got a good look at the charm she couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face, it was a tiny black cat. Laughing she said, "Thanks Hagrid. Well I guess I better go, they'll be starting any minute now."
"Right, good luck out there," he said giving her an encouraging smile and then retreating into the stands as well to take a seat on Albus's other side.
Victoria took one last look up into the stands as she mounted her broom. Once again seeing the fear in Minerva's eyes and the encouraging smile from Albus gave her all the strength she needed. As she heard the whistle give a shrill blow she kicked off from the ground.
Rising above the stadium, just far enough away so that she couldn't hear Bagman's commentary, she saw what the students would be facing for the first time. Although she had been told that they would be facing dragons in their first task, she hadn't realized just how fearsome of a creature they could truly be. Taking in the monster for the first time she didn't know if she would be brave enough to face it alone. The beast was silvery-blue, which would have been beautiful had it not been for the matching blue flames shooting out of its mouth.
Circling the stadium she came to a stop as she saw Cedric emerge from the tent. He seemed to be in a trance for a moment, watching the flames from the creature shoot above the stands. As it gave a great roar he seemed to awaken. He looked quickly between the giant beast and the golden egg nestled between the other brilliant silver ones sitting between beast's legs.
He looked around quickly, seemingly trying to find something to distract the creature. Finally his eyes landed on a large rock only a few feet away. Taking out his wand he waved it almost theatrically at the rock and suddenly it started to change shape. A moment later, exactly where the rock had been sitting, there was a large chocolate Labrador. Cedric waved his wand again and the dog started running around the stadium barking madly. The dragon gave a roar and sent up another mouth full of flames.
Changing his tactic a bit Cedric made the dog come closer to the dragon, the dragon lunging menacingly at the dog. Just before it clasped its jaws around the smaller animal he sent the dog away once again towards the other side of the stadium. The dragon gave a roar of annoyance and took off after the dog.
Realizing that this was his chance Cedric sped towards the small clutch of eggs, taking his eyes off the dragon and dog. As he did so the spell suddenly wore off and the Labrador turned back into the rock. The dragon gave a vicious roar and turned back to her eggs. Seeing Cedric running towards them she shot out another burst of flame. As she saw it do so Victoria shot out a freezing spell, but not fast enough. The flame hit him squarely in the arm as he reached out for the egg, picking it up and running for his life.
Racing down to the ground as she saw the dragon handlers come out to subdue the dragon once more. As she touched down she saw Cedric being led off by Poppy to the first-aid tent. Knowing that he was being well tended to, Victoria took to the air again.
This time the handlers brought out a bright green dragon, looking like it would have easily blended in with the grass had they been on the Quidditch Pitch instead of the rocky stadium. The eggs underneath its scaly body were the color of earth with bright green speckles. As Victoria watched Fleur step out into the stadium the dragon emitted a long, thin shot of flames, lighting up her silvery-blond hair a brilliant gold.
Unlike Cedric before her, Fleur didn't seem to have a moment of panic as she stepped in front of the great beast. Simply taking her wand out, a determined look on her face as she did so, she sent a spell at it. As the minutes ticked on with her pointing her wand at the dragon, it seemed to become more and more unsteady on its feet. Finally giving a low roar it fell to the ground, just to the side of the eggs. It seemed the beast was asleep, snoring loudly enough for Victoria to hear from her high perch.
Fleur took her chance and easily picked her way over to the eggs. As she neared them the dragon shot a jet of flame out, unknowingly to her catching her skirt on fire. Victoria shot a spell at the flames dousing them in water as the girl easily picked up the golden egg and ran back away from the dragon, the egg held high over her head in triumph.
Victoria heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that she was alright. However, she also knew they were only halfway through the task. Watching the handlers again as they took the green dragon away and brought out another. This one was a brilliant shade of scarlet, with what looked like a mane of golden spikes around its face.
Viktor emerged from the tent a moment later, slouching his way into the stadium. The dragon looked at him almost curiously as he held his wand straight at it. Sending out a spell a second later, hitting it directly in the eye, Viktor backed away quickly. The dragon gave a great roaring scream as a jet of flame, looking like a mushroom cloud, shot out of its mouth. It reared back on its hind legs and started stamping the ground. As it did it squashed some of its own crimson and gold eggs. Making its way to the other side of the stadium Viktor ran at the golden egg with a burst of speed Victoria would never have expected from the stocky, slouching boy.
It took the handlers a few minutes to subdue the dragon once more, nearly trampling a few of them in the process. Soon they were leading the last dragon into the stadium. This was the ugliest one Victoria had seen so far. Its black scales shimmered like mirrors against the faint sunlight, with bronze horns protruding from its head and a spiked tail of the same shade. Its bright yellow eyes were the thing that made it the most unnerving in Victoria's opinion, with a vertical slit in them resembling a snake.
As she watched Harry emerge from the tent she couldn't decide if he was really that much smaller than the others, or if this dragon was simply larger. Cautiously approaching the beast, it crouched closer to its clutch of eggs, thrashing its spiked tail around causing large gouge marks in the rocky ground. Gulping slightly, for her own safety as well as Harry's, Victoria flew a little closer to where he stood.
Taking out his wand and raising it high into the air, she could hear him shout a spell, but could not hear what it was. A moment later, Victoria heard a strange noise behind her and turned just in time to see a broom speed through the air next to her. Taking her cue she shot up into the air, staying out of Harry's way, but close enough she could intervene if needed. She watched carefully as he started diving and pulling back up just in time. His skills on a broom were legendary, but this was the first time she'd seen it first hand and couldn't believe her eyes. This boy could fly better than some of the most practiced wizard's she'd ever witnessed. Suddenly as he dived, the dragon let out a shot of flames which he skillfully avoided, but was hit by one of its spikes in his shoulder.
Victoria resisted the urge to fly to him, seeing that he wasn't ready to stop the fight. She simply sent out a quick spell to stop the blood flow and watched as he continued.
Realizing that his original tactics didn't seem to be working, he started flying side to side, almost taking laps over the stadium. He flew close enough to the dragon to be a nuisance, but far enough to stay safely out of reach of its fiery breath. As he started to fly higher the dragon's head followed him, her neck stretching out, looking more like a snake now than ever before. Harry flew a few more feet away and as the dragon let out another roar it thrashed its tail again.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, it unfurled its wings and took off from the ground. The moment it did Harry shot to the ground in another dive, catching the golden egg expertly in his uninjured arm.
Seeing Harry dismount his broom and be taken by Minerva, Albus, and Hagrid to the first-aid tent as well she followed them quickly. Touching down to the ground she smiled as Minerva and Albus turned to her. Albus smiled, "That was excellent work my dear."
"Thanks Professor, but I wouldn't call it excellent. I did miss that freezing charm with Cedric." Victoria answered pushing a stray hair back behind her ear nervously.
"I have been assured by Madam Pomfrey that he will be perfectly fine," he smiled putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you keeping everyone safe," Minerva said quietly.
Victoria shrugged, "It's my job."
A moment later Bagman came up behind her, clasping a hand to her shoulder jovially, "Well Miss Knight, great work keeping those kids out of harm's way."
"Thank you sir," she answered awkwardly, trying her best to refrain from acting on instinct and pushing his hand away.
"Looks like you'll have an easy go of it after all. No more tasks till the new year. Unless you count the Yule Ball that is," he laughed, squeezing her shoulder tightly and then walking in the direction of the first-aid tent.
Shooting both Minerva and Albus a curious glance she asked, "The Yule Ball?"
"Indeed, the host school gives a formal ball on Christmas day," Albus said simply. "There will be more talk about it as it approaches. Come now; let us go congratulate our champions." With that he led both Minerva and Victoria back towards the tent in search of the champions.
…
The only sound Victoria could hear as she walked through the castle that night was the soft padding of her feet on the stone floor. The suits of armor were mercifully silent as she went by in her animal form. The scent of fresh pine hung in the air from the wreaths decorating the corridor, giving off a festive atmosphere.
As she padded her way past an unused classroom she heard a strange music playing. Poking her head into the room she saw Professor Dumbledore standing in front of a large record player, his eyes closed, humming to himself. She realized that one of the professors had left it after teaching their students to dance since the Yule Ball was only a few days away. She was about to turn around and leave him to his music, until she heard a soft voice, "Miss Knight, what a pleasant surprise."
Changing back into her human form she smiled back, smoothing out her cloak, "I'm sorry Professor. I didn't mean to bother you."
"On the contrary my dear," he came to stand in front of her, offering his hand, "I was in search of a dance partner."
Backing up a step she shook her head slightly, "I'm sorry, but I'm not much of a dancer."
He cocked his head to the side, "I seem to remember you being a rather excellent dancer. Filius did comment on your prowess on the dance floor a few times."
"He was exaggerating," a blush crept over her features. "I may be able to keep up with modern dancing, but," she motioned to the phonograph which was now playing a waltz, "this I can't do."
"Surely you are mistaken," he answered, the twinkle returning to his eyes.
Shaking her head profusely, "No I'm serious. I never exactly had a chance to learn this."
Stepping over to her again he took her hand this time, "There is no time like the present." He smiled pulling her arm gently to him. He placed her arm on his shoulder and his hand on her waist. He smiled down at her, "Simply follow my lead."
With only a few missteps she got the hang of it and in no time they were turning in slow circles around the room. Looking up she noticed a small smile on his lips and a far-away look in his eyes. "What is it?"
"Merely reminiscing my dear," he smiled down at her, "thinking of a time many years ago."
"A good time I take it?"
He chuckled, "A very good time." He remained quiet for a moment, continuing to waltz them gently across the room. Finally looking down at her he smiled again, "Did you know I taught your mother to dance?"
"Really?" she asked, surprised.
"Certainly, I believe she had been in her sixth year. There was a Yule ball at that time as well. All the heads of house were required to teach their students. If I remember correctly she was a quick study as well."
Thinking about it for a moment she remained silent. Then looking back up at him curiously, "But my mother was in Hufflepuff."
"Yes," he cleared his throat, thinking up a story quickly, "however Professor Sprout needed someone to assist her. She had recently had a run in with the venomous tentacula."
Nodding, she studied him, thinking his story to be a bit suspicious. The song ended a moment later and he pulled away giving her a generous bow. "I appreciate you indulging an old man."
Laughing lightly she stepped back, "I don't see any old men here." Winking at him she turned away and headed back out of the room, turning back into her feline form before stepping into the hall.
…
The night of the Yule Ball arrived much faster than Victoria would have imagined. It seemed as if the first task had just taken place and then she was suddenly getting ready for the ball. A knock sounded on her door as she unsuccessfully tried to lace up the back of her dress. Finally stepping towards the door, the laces still in her hands, she opened it to a very amused looking Poppy. "Good evening Victoria," Poppy smiled brightly. "Are you in need of some assistance?"
Victoria laughed slightly, "Yeah I am actually. Would you mind?" she asked turning around.
Poppy took the laces from her and tied them up quickly and then stepped back. "Wow," she said as Victoria turned back towards her. "Are you trying to out do the students?"
"No," Victoria answered honestly, looking down at her gown. It was a beautiful silvery-blue, reminding her of the first dragon in the tournament. It also had delicately embroidered silver swirls around it, giving it a more elegant appearance. "I just haven't had the chance to wear anything like this in a long time and couldn't help it when I saw it."
Poppy beamed at her, "You will certainly turn some heads in that dress tonight. Come on, grab your cloak and let's get out of here."
Victoria nodded picking her ice blue cloak up from the chair where she'd lain it earlier and followed Poppy back out of the room.
Arriving in the Great Hall a few minutes later Victoria could hardly believe that it was the same place. The walls were covered in a layer of sparkling frost, which was surprisingly soft and warm to the touch as Victoria brushed against it on her way into the room. The house tables were gone, and in their place were smaller tables, each lit with a lantern, seating about a dozen people. Garlands of ivy and mistletoe crisscrossed the starry black ceiling as well.
Poppy and Victoria took a seat at a table just off to the side of the top table. Just as they'd taken their seats the doors to the Hall opened once more and the champions entered with their partners. Applause sounded all across the room as they entered, walking toward the top table and taking their seats.
Although delicious, the dinner ended rather quickly and soon the tables were cleared away to make room for the entertainment of the night. Victoria turned to Poppy sadly saying, "I guess that's my cue."
"But you can't leave yet!" Poppy exclaimed.
"I have to." Victoria answered mournfully.
"Just hear the first song and then you can go on your rounds." Poppy insisted.
Watching as the Weird Sisters took the stage Victoria fought with herself. She knew that she should be going out on watch, but seeing her favorite band on stage in front of her kept her rooted to her spot. Finally nodding to Poppy they stepped back near the wall to watch as the band took up their instruments. They started a slow, mournful tune, something extremely strange for them, but Victoria realized quickly that the opening dance to the ball couldn't very well be a rock ballad.
A few minutes later the champions were turning around the room in small circles. She also recognized Neville from earlier in the year dancing, rather gracefully, with a smaller girl with flaming red hair. Looking around she saw Moody doing a horrible two-step with Professor Sinistra, the result of this being Poppy tensing like a statue next to her. Victoria couldn't help but feel sorry for her friend, but with the strange way Moody had been acting lately she was actually happy Moody was keeping his distance from Poppy.
Taking in the rest of the room she watched as Albus bowed to Madame Maxime, seemingly ending their dance well before the song ended. He turned around seeing Minerva standing close to him now, looking at him almost hopefully. He smiled giving her a deep bow and taking her hand, giving it a gallant kiss. Whispering something to her she nodded her head and he took her into his arms waltzing her expertly around the room.
Albus held onto Minerva's waist tightly, pulling her closer to him and whispering into her ear, "Do you remember the last time we did this?"
Minerva nodded, a dreamy look in her eyes, "The night of the Yule Ball when I turned seventeen. However, I do not remember you holding me quite so tightly, Professor."
He laughed lightly. Then looking down at her, a seriousness entering his eyes he whispered, "You look even more beautiful now than you did then."
A blush painted her cheeks, "Thank you Albus," she said allowing her head to rest on his shoulder for a moment.
Victoria gave a small sigh as she watched the two turn around the room. Poppy looked down at her, following her gaze, "They make a perfect pair don't they," she said quietly.
Victoria nodded, "I just wish they could see it."
Poppy stifled a laugh, "Perhaps someday."
"Maybe," Victoria agreed with a shrug.
Poppy took a quick look around the room once more then asked, "And just where is your Prince Charming this evening?"
Victoria looked up at her as if she'd lost her mind, "Who?"
"You know very well who I'm talking about my dear." Poppy retorted with a sly smile, "Our dashing Potions master."
Victoria gave a short laugh, "I think dashing would be a stretch of the imagination. And who said he was my Prince Charming anyway? We're just friends."
Poppy gave her a knowing look, "Sure."
"Poppy," Victoria said warningly.
"Alright, alright, you're just friends." Poppy held up her hands in mock surrender. "So where is he tonight?"
"Out doing what I should be. Patrolling the grounds." Victoria answered turning away from her friend towards the doors.
"Go get him." Poppy called as Victoria shook her head leaving the room.
…
The grounds of the castle were quiet; there wasn't a student in sight. Victoria felt more alone than she had in a long time. She had been on guard duty for the last five hours and hadn't seen a person.
Wandering aimlessly for a while she found herself in the front lawn that had been transformed into a grotto. A smile crept across her face seeing the beautiful rosebushes filled with fairy lights. As she walked past the open front doors she could hear faint strains of music, wanting nothing more than to be inside enjoying her favorite band instead of patrolling outside. Out of the darkness she spotted a figure moving in a familiar billowing black cloak. She stopped where she was, directly in front of the doors, watching him come towards her.
As he made his way to her he took in the picture. Her shining ebony hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves. Her brilliant blue eyes held a look of loneliness as she looked into his. Pulling her ice blue robes closer to her body she shifted slightly, uncomfortable under his intense gaze.
Finally stepping in front of her, she smiled, "Severus."
"Victoria. How is your evening?" He asked, pulling his robes even closer to himself.
"Quiet. Too quiet." She answered honestly.
He gave a slow nod, "It seems that the students have opted to stay inside.
"I guess so. It helps us that way. But I'm surprised; it's such a beautiful evening." She answered looking up to the sky, seeing a blanket of stars. He silently followed her gaze.
Glancing back down at him she saw the brilliance of the light cascade over his features, casting some of his face in shadow. Hearing a new song start from inside the castle, she couldn't stop herself, "Severus," she said quietly.
He looked at her asking the question with his eyes. She whispered, "Dance with me."
He took a small step back from her, "Victoria…"
She cut him off taking his hand in her's, "Please Severus, just one dance."
He would never admit it to anyone, even himself, but he felt a sudden tingle in his hand as her's fit into his. He didn't say another word, not needing to, as he pulled her to him. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly as they started to move. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, the feeling that he was being unfaithful to Lily seemed to creep into his mind. He didn't know how it could be; this was nothing more than a simple dance between friends. However, as he held Victoria in his arms he felt something he hadn't in a long time. As she leaned into him, allowing herself to rest her head on his shoulder he realized what it was, affection. He couldn't say that he was in love with her, but he genuinely cared for her.
As the realization of this hit him the last notes played. They stepped away from each other, both noticeably uncomfortable. She looked up at him, desperately trying to think of what to say to make the moment less awkward. Taking the words from her he stated quickly, "I must be off. Students…"
She nodded, taking another step away from him, "Right students. I should go too."
He walked quickly from her, his robes billowing out behind him. She silently turned, strolling the other way, wanting nothing more than to turn back time and find herself in his arms again.