"Alright, class. I'm only going to say this once. Imperius curse, controls you and influences you to do whatever. The Cruciatus Curse tortures you, and we all know what the Killing Curse does, don't we Harry?" Harry shifted nervously in his seat, not looking up. I was sitting next to him, since every Ravenclaw in that class had a partner to sit with. "Now, everyone get in a line and experience the Imperius Curse." Moody bellowed. Everyone slowly got up, unsure of what to do. One after another, countless students were bent to the will of Moody. "You don't have to go before me, Violet." Harry whispered, attempting to pull me back. I smiled, "No, it's fine. I'll just get it done and over with." I reached the front of the line, and braced myself for Moody.

He yelled, "Imperio!" And I felt an urge to do a flip in the air. I couldn't do that. I wasn't coordinated enough for that. The world seemed to get fuzzier the more I thought about it, but eventually, the next thing I knew, I was standing up, everyone commending me on my wonderful frontflip. I looked down at my shoes, quite disappointed I couldn't fend him off. I stood by to watch Harry, and tremendously, he resisted Moody for a good thirty seconds before his knees buckled and he launched forward. Moody clapped, complimenting Harry.

Harry came limping over to me, rubbing his head. I gave him a quick hug, congratulating him. It had been almost a month, and Harry and I had become very good friends. I had made up with Cedric, apologizing for my behavior, and we occasionally spent free period together. "That was a lot harder than I expected." Harry muttered, wiping off his glasses. "You did better than the lot of us!" I laughed, lightly hitting his arm. Harry rolled his eyes, heard the bell, and walked out of class."You need to stop being so modest!" I called after him. He didn't look at me, his eyes still focused on the ground. "Harry? Harry, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." He mumbled, walking more briskly. "Harry, you-you can't just shut me out like that!" He whipped his head around, face red, "I just don't want to talk right now! Why don't you just go back to your Common Room?" My jaw dropped, not expecting his sudden anger. "Oh-um-okay. I'll see you around." Holding down tears, I ran off to the Ravenclaw Common Room, but was stopped by Cedric.

"Hey, Violet." He smiled, tagging along with me. "Oh, hi Cedric. I don't know if now is such a good time."

"What's wrong?" He asked, observing the tears welling my eyes.

"It's nothing, really."

"Oh come on, now, we both know that isn't true." The halls began to clear, leaving just Cedric and I in the hallway.

"It's just, Harry got so mad at me, and I don't know what I did and it just-"

"Oh, Violet. It's okay. He's probably just going through something right now." He embraced me for the longest time, and then finally pulled away to look me in the face. "Do you like him?" I raised an eyebrow, wiping tears away on my robe sleeves.

I finally shook my head, answering, "He's probably my best friend. I don't like him like that. Plus, I've admired him most of my life, so it would be, odd for me." Cedric nodded, absorbing all that information. "Well, I wouldn't let it bother you. It will pass over eventually. I'll see you tonight." Cedric said faintly, beginning to walk away. "Cedric?" I called out. He turned back towards me, a puzzled look smeered across his face. "Yes?"

"Thank you." I murmured. Cedric flashed a grin and started to walk away again.

"Violet, come over here! We got a letter!" I heard one of the boys yell. I rushed into the Common Room. A whole crowd of Ravenclaws were surrounded them, trying to look at the letter. "Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming tonight!" They said excitedly. Cho clapped, "That means the Tournament is finally starting!" Everyone in the room began to cheer, jumping up and down.

That night, we all began to gather right outside Hogwarts, awaiting Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. I spotted Ron, Danni, Hermione and Harry all standing together. Harry caught my eye, staring unblinking. He looked like he was going to push through the crowd to me, but I heard someone say behind me, "It's exciting, isn't it?" Cedric was standing beside me, clapping like everyone else. I nodded, staring at the horizon. "I wonder what they all look like."

Someone shouted in the crowd, "Look! It's Beauxbatons!" A large carriage came speeding at us, crashing onto the ground rather unsmooth. First, a giant woman stepped out, adorned in furs. Behind her followed around fifteen girls, flaunting their bodies. Cedric stared at them, along with almost every other boy. I elbowed him and he looked back down at me, turning a deep red. "Uh, sorry 'bout that." Cedric mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. I rolled my eyes sarcastically, leaning against him to get a better, balanced view on my toes. I saw Harry gazing at me, his face a look of disappointment.

"The lake!" Cho shrieked, tugging my sleeve. Surely enough, the lake was beginning to bubble, and a giant ship emerged. There was a roar of approval as they began to disembark from their ship onto land. These men were also covered in fur, and were cleanly shaven. "My god, it's Viktor Krum!" Cedric said excitedly. I jumped up and down, trying to catch a glimpse of it. He couldn't still be in school. But, there he was, marching forward, not looking at the crowd of adoring fans. "He has to sign my scarf!" I heard a girl scream. I stared at him, in complete awe I would be in his presence for the rest of the year. Cedric elbowed me this time, grinning. I giggled, "Oh, whatever!"

We all walked into the Great Hall, and organized ourselves into our Houses at our tables. The Beauxbatons girls decided to sit with us, one of them sitting right next to me. She was covered in perfume, and was adjusting her skirt as if all eyes were on her. Dumbledore thanked the schools for coming and explained the Tournament all over again. Then, he paused, staring at the crowd of students. "Now, you're all probably wondering who our judge for choosing our Champions are. We have the Goblet of Fire. You throw your name in on a piece of paper and hope for the best." Dumbledore announced, pointing his crooked finger at the giant golden goblet that sat behind him. Blue mist steamed out of it, and I swear I heard whispers coming from it. Or maybe it was just the students. I'd never truly know. "So, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, I hope you enjoy your stay here. To all of you, begin submitting your names, if you are of age, of course. Have a good night." Dumbledore concluded, backing away.

After Dumbledore was done talking, we all began to head to our dormitories. In the hallway, I heard Harry's voice behind me. I turned, and he grabbed me, pulling me by a wall, out of the way of oncoming traffic. "What do you want, Harry?" I grumbled, trying to pull away from him. He still held onto my arm, keeping me there. "I wanted to say sorry for before."

"Why, because you saw me hanging out with Cedric? Is that why you're sorry?"

"No! It just helped me realize I was being stupid." I finally yanked out of his grip, pushing long, dark, curly strands of hair out of my face. "Why did you even treat me like that?" I whispered as more people walked by.

"I don't know. My scar was hurting, and I was frustrated I couldn't stop Moody, and I was embarrassed that you saw that and-"

"In case you didn't notice, no one could stop Moody. Maybe you should realize you can't always be special, Harry."

"I didn't say I wanted to be special! I wanted to do it so you'd be proud of me!"

"Did a hug not get it through to you?" I said, raising my voice slightly. The hallways were now empty, the lights beginning to dim. "I guess it didn't!" He said irritably.

I pressed my hands against my face and groaned, "My goodness, you're so dense!"

"How am I the dense one?" Harry said in a frustrated hushed voice.

"Because obviously my praise isn't good enough for you!"

"I'm starting to believe you're incredibly thick, as well." Harry muttered, biting his lip. "Whatever. I'm going to bed." I grumbled, crossing my arms. Harry sighed, "Violet, you do know that I do care about you, right?"

"I'd certainly hope so, or this is one lousy friendship." I hissed. With that, I crept back to my dormitory, stopping at the top of the staircase to watch Harry rush back to his own. Right before I entered, I heard a muffled shout. I froze, scared out of my wits. Was I the only one that heard that? I listened again, and once again, there was a relatively soft, pained yell. I had a choice to make. Go inside like nothing happened, or go investigate. What if it was Harry? Despite our little spat, it was concerning so I ran down the staircase, towards the source of the yell.

"Harry?" I whispered harshly, a little on edge. I heard a ripping noise come from the Great Hall, and some soft clanking around. Yanking out my wand, I hissed, "Lumos." My wand tip brightened, helping guide me through the hallway until I reached the inside of the Great Hall. There was a hooded figure standing by the Goblet of Fire, it's shape barely visible in the faint blue glow. Afraid of being caught, I swished my wand around a little, making the light die out, and I crawled behind one of the long tables. The hooded figure seemed to raise their hand, causing the Goblet of Fire to flash a bright red color. Students weren't permitted to submit their name until tomorrow, and it was quite peculiar the figure was hooded. Then I heard a growl, "Someone is in here."

My heart stopped, a cold sweat breaking out from my forehead. Footsteps slowly pressed into the ground, becoming frighteningly closer. "I know you're in here." The voice snarled again. It was incredibly raspy and deep, almost like it couldn't be a regular person. My hands were shaking, and I let out a soft choked sob. My wand trembled in my hands as well, and I wasn't quite sure what to do. I knew I should have just gone to bed, I just knew it. I glanced at the other side of the table, seeing two feet walking by. The person would find me as soon as they turned the corner, so I hastily crawled under the table, huddling into a ball. "Please, keep walking, Keep walking." I murmured to myself, steadily pointing my wand at the person. They let out a sigh and moved onto the next table, searching there.

This person was armed and dangerous, I could tell. But I didn't know what to do. I would have to either try to escape or try to disarm the person before they got to me first. I took a deep breath, knowing if I didn't do something now, this person would still be in the school, ready to harm someone else. Gradually, I found the courage to crawl out from the safety of the table, and stand facing the figure. I inhaled deeply and then cried "Stupefy!" As soon as I said that, the person roared, "There!" They attempted to side-step the red light, causing the red light to skim against their sleeve. The sleeve tore off, the spell burning their forearm. They let out a cry, and they whipped their wand out. I screamed as loud as I could, "Help!" That was soon followed by "Cruico!"

I saw the red light wrap around my vision, and I immediately collapsed on the ground, wailing. I heard running, and the lights in the Great Hall began to turn on. I kept screeching, feeling an enormous amount of pain ripping through every one of my veins. It was as if someone has replaced my blood with acid. I felt my arms and legs twitching as I writhed more and more on the ground, my voice dying out. My vision fading, I saw four or five figures kneel above me, frantically speaking, but before I knew it, everything dimmed into darkness.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I decided to add a bit of drama with Violet and Harry so it didn't seem too perfect with them. And Cedric, such a sweetheart for being there. xD But, stick around for the next installment, and don't forget to review. Thanks! Stay awesome, Gotham.