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[A/N: There was a guest who commented on the last chapter
Русский твой родной язык? (Russian is your native language?) Lol no, it's not. I just use google translate to get a lot of my foreign languages ^_^]
I=Italian M=Morse Code P=Parsel Tongue F=French R=Russian
Chapter 17
September 5th, Friday
"Diana!" The gang was sitting at one of the study tables in the Slytherin common room, working on one of their assignments when they heard Pansy's frantic voice. She and Blaise had stepped out to find a book in the library. They looked to see that the girl looked considerably frightened with small cuts and bruises on her face. "What in the world happen to you, Pans?" Neville asked as he immediately stood up, concern on his face as he gently cupped her cheeks while the rest stood up with the same level of concern on their faces. Pansy briefly looked at Neville as she grasped one of his hands on her cheek before turning her attention to Diana.
"Blaise and I were attacked on our way to the library by Weasel and his lot. Blaise got hurt and he is in the infirmary." Her words received hissing as they mentally vowed to seek revenge for one of their own. Diana noticed that Pansy looked like she had more to say. "What is it, Pans? Did something else happen?" Pansy's eyes welled up with tears, catching everyone off guard since she wasn't one to show such emotions often. "One of Weasel's friends, they tried to...they tried to..." Her lower lip started to quiver as tears trailed down her cheek. "They tried to...r-rape me." Neville clenched his jaw from raging anger as the rest tried comforting her while their eyes were blazing dangerously.
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"Le mie scuse, signora mia." (I) (My apologies, my lady.) Blaise said as he leaned back against the propped pillow, gripping Ginny's hand tightly. "Avevo abbassato la guardia e lasciato che Weasel mi attaccasse." (I) (I had my guard down and let Weasel attack me.) The Italian had a deep scowl on his face as he spoke. "Il n'y a pas besoin de s'excuser, Blaise. Je ne m'attends pas à ce que vous soyez sur vos gardes à chaque seconde de chaque jour." (F) (There is no need to apologize, Blaise. I don't expect you to be on guard every second of every day.) Diana said reassuringly as she stood in between Blaise's and Pany's hospital bed.
The Italian nodded softly, still not convinced of not offending her. "Tuttavia, non avrebbe mai dovuto succedere. Prometto che non accadrà mai più." (I) (Still, it should never have happened. I promise it will never happen again.) He said with a hard glint in his eyes before he turned to look at Pansy who had finally fallen asleep after much convincing from Neville, the gang and Madame Pomfrey. Neville stood up and looked over at Diana. "Madame, avec votre permission, je vais trouver cet "ami" de Weasels et lui donner une leçon." (F) (My lady, with your permission, I will find this 'friend' of Weasels and give him a lesson.) Diana looked into his hard brown eyes and smirked softly.
"Vy ne yedinstvennyye, kto khochet prepodat' yemu urok, Nevill. Tem ne meneye, ya dam vashe razresheniye." (R) (You are not the only ones who want to teach him a lesson, Neville. However, I will grant your permission.) Diana motioned for the others as she went to leave the infirmary. "Privedi yego k nam, kak tol'ko tebe budet veselo." (R) (Do bring him to us once you had a bit of fun.)
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"My lady, I have found him," Neville stated and shoved a body to the floor right in front of an occupied black leather chaise lounge chair that was in the empty common room. Diana had her eyes closed as she laid on the couch but she was no near close to falling asleep. "Perfect timing as always, Neville. I was beginning to get bored." She said with a sigh before her red speckled emerald eyes opened and looked over at the fallen guy. She was silent as she observed the guy with scrutinizing eyes before she looked to those standing behind the lounge chair. "Est-il celui, Pansy?" (F) (Is he the one, Pansy?) Pansy barely took a second when she looked at him and nodded.
"Oui madame. C'est Winchester." (F) (Yes, my lady. This is Winchester.) Diana nodded and silently motioned Neville to step away which he then moved to stand next to Pansy, placing a hand on the small of her back. "Do you know why you are here, Winchester?" Winchester looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't move his lips. Diana raised an eyebrow as she looked at Neville in a questioning look. "What? He kept on asking too many damn questions and he wouldn't stop yelling." He said with a shrug of his shoulders as he canceled the spell with a flick of his wand. "You little snakes! Release me this instant! That little whore deserved it! She should be treated like her bitch of a mother!" Winchester hollered, his voice on the verge of hysterical.
Pansy looked about ready to burst into tears if Neville wasn't there next to her, who looked extra murderous. "Oh, believe me. We'll release you one my friend here is satisfied." Diana spoke coldly, making the atmosphere chilly.
October 29th Thursday
"Kristofer, my ukhodim cherez neskol'ko minut." (R) (Christopher, we're leaving in a few minutes.) A classmate said as the last of those coming climbed in the enormous wicker basket, just big enough for a giant. Christopher gave a brisk nod and climbed in with the rest of his classmates just as a forest giant stepped out from the forest surrounding Lake Ladoga.
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The gang finally broke through the sea of excited students as they crowded around the main entrance of the castle, eyes scattering around to try to see where their magical guests would appear. "Look over there! The Black Lake!" A first-year shouted as all attentions looked at the said lake. Hundreds of bubbles erupted from underneath the lake and a large ship broke the surface just as a flying carriage pulled by winged-horses broke from the clouds above. Ooo's and aah's erupted from the students. Beauxbaton and Durmstrang have arrived. Right on the dot. Excitement quickly evaporated when they felt the ground underneath start to tremor. Students started screaming with fright as the tremors got more violent and seemed to get closer, thinking an earthquake or monster was coming.
Distant sounds of trees from the forest cracking as a trail of trees swaying like something large was walking through, each minute getting closer and closer to the castle. Students became a screaming mess as they frantically looked around, unsure of what to do. The last remaining trees at the edge of the clearing gave way as a forest giant emerged from within, causing everyone to be deadly quiet. The creature let out a low guttural belting sound, causing birds to fly and creatures to scurry from within the rather long green shirt he was wearing, made from every possible greenery. No one could say a thing as the creature slowly reached behind to remove a wicker basket from its back before the students were forced to come back into the castle.
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"Please join me in welcoming the lovely students of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress, Madame Maxime!" Dumbledore said as the door to the Great Hall swung open. A cluster of stunning students looking men and women wearing baby blue school uniforms strutted down the middle of the hall. Those who the stunning people walked passed stared at them with awe at how beautiful they looked, especially the girls who had pink tints on their cheeks when some of the guys winked at them with a charming smile. "Veela," Pansy said with a sniff, unable to hide the look of disapproval on her face when she noticed Neville was looking at the Beauxbaton girls a little too long.
"Woah...that's one big woman." A student said rather loudly as a tall woman stepped into the hall behind her students. The woman loomed over the sitting students, many had to crane their necks to see her face which seemed to almost touch the ceiling. Dumbledore smiled and walked up to step up to greet the tall woman, kissing her on the back of her hand. Dumbledore quickly ran to the front of the Great Hall to gain their attention once again. "Now, our friends from the North, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high-master Igor Karkaroff!" The door slammed opened and a group of men came in wearing red sweaters, dark brown pants, and black boots.
Whispers of excitement from Quidditch rolled around when one of them was recognized as the best seeker of the world, Viktor Krum. The last one in is Karkaroff, looking sleazy and had a permanent scowl on his face with that fur outfit. He scanned around the hall, scowling more each time until he made eye contact with the gang and Christopher at the Slytherin's table. His face immediately paled when he saw those eyes similar to those of his master. He quickly greeted Dumbledore once they had made it to the front. "And now, with our newest edition, I present to you, the students of Koldovstoretz and their headmistress Misha Ivanchenkov!"
The door opened and a rather large group of students came strolling in with black military-looking uniforms with black smoke pooling around the ground. Many of the Hogwarts students raised an eyebrow at the odd assortment of students. Many of them knew what kind of school Koldovstoretz was. A school for creatures. Vampires, veelas, werewolves, faeries, mermaids and other creatures. The gang spotted Christopher amongst the crowd and the male gave them a cocky smirk. His eyes looked over to Hermione and he couldn't help the roguish smirk on his face and he winked at her. The gang snickered silently at the rather explosive blush appearing on her face. "Misha," Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly smile as he greeted her, gently kissing the back of her hand again.
She smiled politely as she motioned behind her for someone. "I would like you to meet one of my students. I believe you know his sister, Natalya Ivanov?" Dumbledore turned his attention to the young man standing in front of him. "ah yes, you must be her brother." The old man stated, his smile faltering somewhat as his eyes twinkled dangerously as he stuck his hand out for a handshake. Christopher refrained from sneering as he reluctantly shook the old man's hand. "Anton Ivanov." The young man said in a silky baritone voice, his blue eyes looking straight into the old man's twinkling ones. Their intense moment was broken when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind. "Vse v poryadke, dorogoy brat?" (R) (Is everything alright, dear brother?)
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"After due consideration, the Ministry has concluded, that for their safety, no student under the age of seventeen should be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final." Crouch Sr. said. The Great Hall roared with boos from disappointed students. "That's a whole lot of rubbish!" Someone shouted. "Silence!" Dumbledore shouted, his voice carried over the voices and the voice instantly stopped. With a final tilt of his head, the man in the pin-stripe walked over to a tall structure. With a swipe of his want, the structure started to melt away to reveal a rusty looking goblet. With that, a blue flame was ignited from within.
"The goblet of fire." Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it into 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 Tri-wizard Tournament has begun."
October 31st, Friday
The Great Hall was packed to the brink, the tables groaning with the additional food to feed their long term guests. Tonight was the night the name of those who will be participating in the Tri-wizarding Tournamnent will be revealed. The atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation as Diana saw Crouch Sr. and one other man she had never seen before entered the hall with Dumbledore. The unknown man looked too giddy like a child on Christmas morning. "Who is that man standing next to Crouch?" She whispered to Christopher. His eyes immediately flashed to the head table to see who she was referring to. His eyes narrowed before he looked back to his sister. Ludo Bagman. Father says he works in the Department of Magical Games and Sports."
Diana nodded just as the Great Hall quieted down when Dumbledore stepped up to the podium, his arms stretched out and that usual grandfatherly smile on his face. "Now, the moment you all have been waiting for, the Champions selection!" As if thriving on his dramatics, the fire that never seemed to waver, flared up brightly as the light from the candles dimmed down for a more dramatic effect. On que, the fire in the goblet suddenly turned red and it shot up towards the ceiling before something started to slowly flutter down the air. Dumbledore shot his hand out to grab it out of the air. It was a piece of parchment paper, the edges smoldering with ember. "Our Durmstang champion is...Victor Krum!"
Those at the Gryffindor table roared with excitement, clapping as a burly looking man stood up, a small smirk play with his lips as his fellow school mates clapped his back. He stepped up to Dumbeldore and shook hands briefly before he walked to the back room to wait for the selection to be done. The cup flared red flames once again and another piece of parchments shot up, this time blue, into the sky with the red flames. Dumbledore plucked it out of the air and he took a second to read the name on there. "Champion for Beauxbaton's...Fleur Delacour!" The stunning ladies at the Ravenclaw table cheered and clapped as a girl in with blonde hair stood up. She sauntered to Dumbledore and shook his hand with a dainty one before disappeared into the back room.
The goblet flared red flames once again and the old man shot up to grab another piece of parchment out of the air. "Hogwarts champion...Cedric Diggory!" The Hufflepuff table roared with loud cheers and hands slamming on tables as a tall wiry guy stood up. He shook Dumbeldore's hand and he also disappeared in the back room. "Now for our last champion!" Dumbledore said boisterously. The goblet flared one last time and the old man snatched a black piece of parchment from the sky with white ink written on it. "Koldovstoretz champion...Anton Ivanov!" The Slytherin table roared with delight as mixtures of howls and cheers. Christopher had a satisfied smirk on his face as he stood up. He leisurely walked over and shook Dumbledore's hand before disappear in the back room.
"Excellent! We now have our four champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history. The only one will hoist this chalice of champions. This vessel of victory. This Tri-wizard Cup!" The Great Hall erupted in loud cheers and claps as the blanket covering the chalice came off to reveal a chalice made from goblin glass. Oooo's and aaahh's could be heard as cheering kept going with renewed excitement.
November 2nd, Monday
Dumbledore's eyes caught sight of an interesting development during supper in the Great Hall. "Severus." He said, drawing the Potion master's attention from a heated conversation with Karkaroff. "Yes, Dumbledore?" The old man motioned towards the Slytherin's table. "Mr. Ivanov and Miss Greengrass seem to be well acquainted with each other. A developing relationship perhaps?" Severus barely kept from sneering at his questions but he remained his former behavior. "Miss Ivanov and Miss Greengrass are close friends. I presume they had met during the summer. Why do you inquire such questions?" He asked. "Nothing, my boy." The old man said before turning to his other side where Ivanchenkov was sitting, her attention on the conversation.
"Misha, are you aware that one of your students is pursuing a relationship with one of my fourth years?" The potions master let out a low growl, so low to be heard over the clammers of the regular feast. What authority does he have to be concerned about such things? Damn old bastard! Misha raised a dark eyebrow at Dumbledore's question, putting down her cutlery to give the headmaster her full attention. "I am well aware of what Anton is doing with young Miss Greengrass. He has told me before we have arrived here. I don't see how this would concern you, Albus. I am perfectly fine with the young couple." Dumbledore's twinkled behind his half-rimmed glasses.
November 3rd, Tuesday
"Why are we here, Dumbledore?" Stepan asked coldly as he sat on the couch with his wife while the other couch was occupied by the Greengrass. "I'll explain once our other guests have arrived." The old man said with a smile. The adults scowled, displeased with that answer as they silently waited. Not too long later, there was a knock on the door and Hermione came in with Severus while Christopher came in with Misha. Hushed Russian could be heard as the two students sat with their respective parents. "What is this, Professor? I still have class, so I would appreciate it if we could end this quickly." Christopher said indifferently, his leg crossed over the other.
Dumbledore smiled as he leaned forward in his chair, clasping his hands together on top of his desk. "My dear boy, can you tell me about your relationship with Miss Hermione here?" Christopher silently raised an eyebrow. "And how is my son's relationship with Hermione any of your business, Dumbledore? Must I remind you that you are just a headmaster, not a counselor." Valentina asked in a clipped voice. Dumbledore had a dangerous look in his eyes. "That is true, I am just a headmaster, but a headmaster that cares for his students. I'm sure you are aware of the situation when one is an adult and the other is not even of age?" The Ivanov's and the Greengrass gasped while Christopher narrowed his eyes.
"Are you implying statutory rape?" The old man's face turned somber as if he cared. "Unfortunately, yes, my lad." This time, Hermione slammed her hand on the armrest and bolted to her feet. "That rule only applies if there was sex happening, which I assure you, there isn't! Even if there was, I most certainly won't tell you!" Christopher smirked as he reached out to gently grasp her hands with his large ones. "Hermione is right, headmaster. Even if we did, we wouldn't tell you. However, I'll leave you on a little secret. Your rules don't apply to Koldovstoretz even though we are om London grounds. The moment we step into our transport, all bets are off. Right, Professor?" He asked as he looked over his shoulder to Misha.
She nodded, staring coldly at Dumbledore. "Exactly, Dumbledore. In Russian, we have many different rules, especially with regards to our students." Dumbledore's eyes narrowed just slightly when he caught sight of Christopher's rather smug look. "That may be so, but when you are in my castle, rules are rules." Misha looked like she had sucked a lemon before she looked at Christopher. "Moy gospodin? Chto budesh' delat'?" (R) (My lord? What will you do now?) Christopher didn't look over at her as he gently grasped Hermione's small hands, the gesture didn't go unnoticed by those in the room. "My prodolzhayem idti. Mne vse ravno, chto dumayet etot staryy ublyudok. My budem vmeste." (R) (We keep going. I don't care what that old fucker thinks. We will be together.)
Misha nodded once and turned her attention back to Dumbledore. "Very well, Albus. I will heed your words but know this, Anton here is a grown adult. I can't control what he does."
November 7th, Saturday
The wooden bench facing the Black Lake jumped slightly as Hermione plopped down on it with a huff. The gang raised an eyebrow at ger annoyed expression. "What's up with you, Mione?" Theo pipped up, Daphne in his arms. The gang usually went to the library or the Slytherin common room to study but with the additional students there, it was getting too noisy. "I had to get away from Krum. He was getting on my nerves just staring at me while I'm studying." The gang snickered softly. "He must have gotten one too many bludgers to the head if you ask me," Pansy said with a sniff. "He'll get a lot more if Christopher finds out," Neville said, his face buried slightly into Pansy's hair.
"I will find out about what?" Christopher's voice came from behind them and they quickly turned around to see him walk up to them, looking curiously at them since he heard his name in their conversation.
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Christopher looked annoyed as he instinctively held Hermione close to his body after they told him what they were talking about. "Ce petit bâtard ferait mieux de surveiller ses arrières. Si je le vois te regarder, Hermione, il trouvera ses globes oculaires enfoncés dans sa gorge stupide." (F) (That little bastard better watch his back. If I see him looking at you, Hermione, he'll find his eyeballs shoved down his stupid throat.) The gang collectively snorted as Hermione gently scolded him for his violent words even though they knew she would love to see that happen.
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"What in the world happen to you, Theo?" Ginny asked in a worried tone for her housemate as she helped the gang sit Theodore down at the house table just as dinner started. The guy looked very pale, his hand slightly pale and shaking. "Alastor Moody est le foutu problème." (F) (Alastor Moody is the damn problem.) Daphne said with a hiss as they all sat down, glaring at the head table where the ex-auror was sitting, his one magical eye whizzed around rapidly in its socket as he guzzled down a goblet of mysterious liquid. It wasn't wine or pumpkin juice. "Il décida que Theo serait son mannequin pour la journée." (F) (He decided Theo would be his practice dummy for the day.) Daphne added, gently patting him on the arm to soothe him.
"Avez-vous dit à Severus? Il peut avertir les aurors." (F) (Have you told Severus? He can notify the aurors.) Ginny asked, leaning against Blaise. Diana scoffed coldly as she shook her head. "Les Aurors ne vont pas aider pour la merde. À la minute où ils interrogeront Dumbledore, il saura que c'est nous et fera tout son possible pour balayer l'incident sous le tapis." (F) (The aurors won't help up for shit. The minute they question Dumbledore, he will know it is us and will do everything he can to sweep the incident under the rug.) She felt a nudge on her arm and she noticed Draco was glaring daggers at the Gryffindor table who seemed to be snickering gleefully at their predicament that Theo was hurt.
"Zut Gryffondors. Ils ne riront pas si l'un des leurs était blessé." (F) (Damn Gryffindors. They won't be laughing if one of their own got hurt.) Blaise sneered as he clenched his fist, fighting the urge to jump the table and just sock one of them on the face. "Ignore les." (F) (Ignore them.) Diana said in a hushed voice, her eyes looking closely at Theo, noticing the occasional winces on his face every time he moved a little bit. "Es-tu sûr de ne pas vouloir aller à l'infirmerie, Theo?" (F) (Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary, Theo?) Diana asked. Theo gave the smallest of nods like he was avoiding triggering the pain.
Draco then leaned against the table. "Dis juste le mot, Theo. Mon père viendra et t'emmènera à Saint Mungo." (F) (Just say the word, Theo. My father will come and take you to Saint Mungo's.)
November 13th, Friday
"Hhmm...very interesting...this is made by Petrov, is that correct?" Ollivander asked in a whispy voice as he grasped Christopher's wand with his bony fingers. "That's correct," Christopher said as he watched the elderly wizard examine his wand for the Weighing of the Wands portion of the Triwizard Tournament. "Hhmm...there is a lot of strong magic performed by this wand. Looks like there will be a strong competition this time." Ollivander said with a twinkle in his eyes, nothing at all like Dumbledore's, as he handed Christopher back his wand. Christopher gave a silent nod as he moved to stand next to the other champions, right next to Viktor Krum. "You think you are good enough to beat me, Ivanov?" Krum sneered in a whisper so no one could hear them.
"I know I am," Christopher said, not bothering to even look over at the national Quidditch player. "I am even good enough for Hermione to be with me." He said as he faced Krum, causing the guy to hiss, getting riled up as he got ready to give Christopher a piece of his mind when a flash of bright light blinded them and the sound of a camera snapping a picture. The champions quickly looked over to see a woman with blond hair and horned rimmed glasses dressed in a tweed jacket and skirt with a man holding a camera behind her. "My my, save your anger for the tasks, gentlemen. I'm sure there will enough to go around." She had a smile on her red lipstick covered lips as she strutted to step up to the front of the room with her cameraman, pausing for a second as he snapped another photo.
"What a charismatic quartet...Hello," She steps up to them and shook their hands in a firm grip. "I'm Rita Skeeter. I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course you know that, don't you." She said, sounding like they should all know her by now. No one wanted to tell her that none of them has heard of her let alone had read any of her columns."It's you we don't know. You are the juicy news." She then reached over to gently caress Fleur's cheek. "What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks." The French woman flinched a little as her cheek was lightly slapped. "What mysteries do the muscles mask?" Rita said as she lounged an arm around Christopher's shoulder and started messing up his hair.
"Does courage lie beneath those curls?" He had to refrain from hissing at the woman to remove her hand. "Each shows what makes a champion tick. Me, myself, and I want to know, not to mention my rabid readers. So, who is willing to share it?" No one said a word, not a single one wanted to be interviewed first as the woman looked at each of their faces. Rita seemed to have anticipated this as she then grabbed Christopher by the sleeve. "I'll start with the Russian first. Perfect." She said sarcastically as she pulled him with her to a vacant broom closet. Christopher let out a hiss of annoyance as he forced to sit down on a rickety metal bucket while she sat down on a discarded wooden crate.
"Ah, nice and cozy." The woman said as she did a quick look over the narrow space before she pulled out a notepad and a green feather quill. "Shall we begin? You don't mind me using a quick-quote-quill?" She asked as she sucked on the tip of her quill. Christopher raised an eyebrow before responding. "No, I don't mind." With that response, she flashed him a smile just as the quill seemed to come to life and it floated in the air at the ready with the notepad. "Good. Now, I hear that your sister goes to Hogwarts. Why are you two going to different schools?" Christopher felt annoyed about that question but knew she would ask such questions. "We go to different schools because my parents would like to keep Dumbledore's involvement with our family to a minimum."
Rita Skeeter looked curious as she nodded, the quill whizzing frantically against the notepad, leaving scribbled words behind. "Interesting...care to explain?" She asked. Christopher crossed his arms across his chest with a stony look to his face. "Unfortunately, I can't divulge such information to you, Skeeter." Skeeter pierced her lips like she had swallowed a lemon before she looked at the quill. "scratch that." Christopher smirked a tiny bit when she wasn't looking. She was like any other reporter. Starving for the next story to write. Well, he wasn't going to give it to her. "I hear that your parents are tied to important people in the Russian magical government. How do your parents feel knowing that you are participating in such a dangerous competition?"
Before Christian could even respond to her question, he saw the quill start scribbling across the paper. He moved his head a little and was able to catch snippets of words. His eyes narrowed as he looked over at Skeeter. "I suggest you think carefully about what you will write next, Skeeter. Like you have mentioned before, my parents know a lot of important people." The quill immediately started going back and crossing out sentences.
November 14th, Saturday
"You must have given Skeeter a run for her money. She has written a lot about you out of all the other champions." Diana said to Christopher during breakfast. The interview from last night had finally been printed out for the morning edition of the Daily Prophet. "Je vous suggère de faire attention cependant." (F) (I suggest you be careful though.) Draco said in a hushed voice. Christopher raised an eyebrow. "Est-ce vrai?" (F) (Is that so?) He said in a equally hushed voice. "Dicono che abbia spie dappertutto. Ecco perché può ottenere informazioni anche se presumibilmente classificate." (I) (They say she has spies everywhere. That's why she can get information even if it's suppoosedly classified.) Blaise said in a low voice after he made sure no one was around.
Christopher raised an eyebrow once again at this information. "Interesnyy" (R)(Interesting...) This could delay things alittle. "Mon père a dit que les Aurors étaient en mission pour enquêter sur un diplomate européen. Topo secret. Seuls les aurors de cette mission étaient supposés connaître des informations. Skeeter a écrit un article pour le Daily Prophet le matin. Les Aurors ont failli perdre leur mission." (F) (My father said that the aurors were on some mission investigating some European diplomat. Top secret. No one but the aurors on that assignment were suppose to know information. Skeeter wrote an article for the Daily Prophet the morning. The aurors nearly lost the assignment.) Ginny mentioned, a scowl on her face as Blaise held her close.
November 22nd, Sunday
"Where are you taking me, Misha?" Christopher asked, feeling slightly annoyed fom being lured away from the warmth of the temporary home for the Koldovstoretz students. The woman chuckled as she led h student deeper and deeper into the forest. "You'll see." Christopher couldn't help but roll his eyes with her teasing ways. She maybe ten years older then him, she still acts like a child sometimes. "I learned something that will be very relevant to your first task." She said over her shoulder. Christopher sighed he continued to follow her. "And what is that?" He said as he started hearing low roaring sounds in the distance.
The two walked through the thick brushs, each step getting closer to the strange roaring sounds, the surrounding brushes and trees glowing orange every so often. "Your clue is just on the other side of those brushes. This will be the closes we can get. Christopher raised an eyebrow as he slowly walked over to the brushes his headmistress said, noticing that a constant orange glow was around it. He peeked to the side and his mouth early dropped open at the sight before he quickly whipped around to look at Misha. "Dragons?!"
November 24th, Tuesday
The excitement in the air was more palpable then when there was a Quidditch game as the arena was packed full. Instead of the usual lush green ground and the Quidditch goal posts, there were rocky terrains and the spectator stands seemed to higher then usual with concrete walls surrounding it. "There you are, Hermione. Where did you go? You were just behind us and then you suddenly disappear." Daphne said, puffing her cheers with annoyance. The brunette had a sight pink tinge to her cheeks as she sat down next to Diana. "Sorry. I went to Christopher to make sure he had a plan to handle the dragon." Diana assumed something else had happened but she nodded her head. "Good. The first task is about to begin in a couple minutes."
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"Champions, gather around. Gather around." Barty Crouch Sr. said after he stepped into the champion's tent with Dumbledore behind him. The man took a few seconds to arrange the champions in a certain way as he clutched a small satchel to his chest. "Now, Miss Delacour, if you don't mind reaching into this bag." He said as he opened the satchel for the French woman. Delacour gulped nervously as she reached into the satchel, flinching when her fingers touched something and pulled out a miniature green dragon. "Common Welsh Green." Barty Sr said before he moved on to Viktor Krum. The man plunged his hand into the satchel and pulled out a miniature red dragon. "Chinese Fireball. Ooooo." He said in a hushed voice before he moved to Diggory.
"Swedish Short Snout." The man said before he then moved to Christopher. "Mr. Ivanov?" Christopher felt Misha behind him and many eyes on him. The only one left in the Hungarian Horntail.. He thought as he plunged his hand in the bag. He felt his fingers rasp against something warm and moving inside before grasping at it and pulling his hand back out. "And the last one, Hungarian Horntail."
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"Finally, its Christopher's turn next." Diana groaned, feeling annoyed about sitting in one spot for Merlin knows how long. The wind had picked up slightly in the grey sky as the arena got quiet to wait for the next champion to show up, the sound of the flags flapping in the wind sounded louder then usual. Christopher slowly stepped onto the arena and the arena erupted with roars, the most coming from the Slytherins and Koldovstoretz. Christopher already had his wand out as he carefully scanned his surroundings from where he was. Nothing. He cautiously took another step and a dragon's table flew out from above and slammed against the stone floor, causing stone fragments to fly as the spectators gasped from fright.
Christopher immediately pulled up a protective shield just in time to reflect the flying pieces. He kept the shield as he turned to face the Hungarian Horn Tail. The creature was as vile when he last saw it that night. "Come on then..."He mumbled mid-breath, gripping his wand even more tighter. He barley had time to react when he saw the dragon reared his head back a little and a jet of fire shot out of his mouth and he barely escaped being burned to a crisp as he hid behind a large boulder. The boulder shuddered as the fire collided against the cold surface and Christopher could still feel the heat against his back. He cautiously peeked from the corner just as the dragon stopped shooting fire and caught sight of the golden egg in a nest.
Christopher then moved from his hiding spot and dodged around the boulders, keeping an eye on the dragon who watched his every move with its beady yellow eyes. He then made a run for it and barely stopped in time to dodge the dragon's tail from smooshing him. He barely looked over his shoulder as he shot a powerful cutting curse to it. He hear it let out a an annoyed screech as the curse nicked its scaly hide just as he stopped briefly. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest as he ran to the dragon as he flicked his wand sharply in the air.
The dragon let out a loud bellow as the spell caused him to topple backwards against the concrete wall like a giant force was pushed against the dragon, creating a large dent from where it collided. Christoper smirked with satisfaction and was about to run for the golden egg just as the dragon crumpled to the ground when he heard the concrete wall start to rumble, large cracks started forming from the large dent. He couldn't help but stop running as more cracks appeared, long ones scaling up the wall around the area where his sister and the gang sat as the dragon got up from the ground and was about to storm after him. Louder rumbles could be heard before concrete piece started falling from that area, exposing screaming students.
Chaos erupted everywhere as the screams caught the dragon's attention. Its yellow eyes glared at those tiny creatures, Noticing how yummy this tiny creatures were instead. The creature then made its tail out and smacking it against the concrete, causing more rubble to fall as the wall shook harder then before. Christopher saw as more chunks of the wall fall off just as he heard a female scream and his eyes widened as he saw Hermione falling, causing the dragon to catch sight of her falling body with its yellow eyes and stretching its long neck with its mouth open to catch her.
"Hermione!" He yelled and he quickly closed eyes, pushing away the rolling emotions about this girl away for a second to concentrate. He disappeared with sharp crack to only reappear with Hermione in his arms, causing the spectators to gasp and mutter with wonder as to how he did it. Christopher placed Hermione back on her feet, looking a little shaken but alright as he pushed her behind him to shield her from the dragon, both backing up slowly to press against the wall. "Stay behind me at all times. Do you understand me?" He said in a commanding tone as he kept a careful eye on the dragon. Hermione silently nodded even though he couldn't see her, knowing he would get the message as she squeezed his hand.
The dragon was pissed as it let out an angry roar as it walked slowly towards them, shaking the arena. Here goes nothing. Christopher thought as he watched the dragon reared its neck back, its jowls quivering as flames traveled up the inside of its throat. He gripped Hermione's hand a little and quickly let it go as the dragon erupted fire from its mouth, the hot liquid shooting towards them with lightening speed. The spectators gasped as the fire collided with the concrete wall, causing smoke to erupt into the air. The air was deadly quiet as they waited for the smoke to dissipate to see if the fourth champion had made it. The silence was cut when an even louder dragon roared from with in the smoke. A horned tail swiped through the smoke, causing the smoke to be blown away to reveal a much larger Hungarian Horntail.