The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the gathering of students from Durmstrang Institute. They had assembled on the deck of the imposing Durmstrang ship, anticipation and excitement filling the air. At the forefront of the assembly, on the back of his majestic dragon, Mikhail raised his voice above the buzz of chatter.

"Let's all review the rules!" he shouted, his deep voice carrying over the crowd. Students from first to third years turned their attention to their Head Boy, eager to hear his instructions. Mikhail, with his commanding presence, had the undivided attention of the entire assembly.

"Students from first through third year ALL have a resident assistant during your stay at Hogwarts," Mikhail continued, emphasizing the word 'all.' "Any problem or doubt you have, go to them immediately." He scanned the faces of his fellow students, ensuring they understood the importance of this rule.

Mikhail's dragon let out a low growl, its eyes focused and alert. The rest of the dragons surrounding the ship stood as stoic sentinels, their riders ready for the upcoming journey.

"We are going to stay near the Black Lake," Mikhail announced, "and for all of us who have dragons, there will be a grotto so you can let them rest."

A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd as the students exchanged excited from the Head Boy, the Durmstrang ship's deck was filled with students from first to third years, eager and curious about the adventures that awaited them. On the mainland, lining the shores, were the rest of the students, each mounted on their own majestic dragon.

Mikhail's voice boomed again, "A dueling area and training room will be set up," he shouted, "remember, we are a family, we are a united front. Durmstrang protects its own." His words were punctuated by the resolute nods of his fellow students. "Any duel that occurs, occurs under Durmstrang jurisdiction. Our camp, our territory, and any Hogwarts student who doesn't like our rules, tough luck. If you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. You understood me?" Mikhail shouted with fiery determination.

"YES!" the entire school shouted back in unison, their voices echoing across the landscape. Applause and whistles erupted from the Durmstrang students, their unity and loyalty to each other palpable.

"Then I wish you a happy journey," Mikhail told them, his gaze sweeping over the sea of faces before him. "See you at Hogwarts."

As if on cue, from the vast sky above, emerged three formidable Targaryen dragons: Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar, each with their brave riders—Theo, Jace, and Mia. Together, they shouted, "SŌVĒS!" A thunderous roar filled the air as three hundred dragons ascended into the sky, following the Unholy Trinity. The sight was nothing short of majestic, as the dragons soared like a formidable army preparing for war.

In the grand hall of Hogwarts, Dumbledore stood at the podium, addressing the gathered students. His warm, twinkling eyes surveyed the sea of young faces as he began, "Dear students, this year Hogwarts will host two more schools for the Triwizard Tournament: Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons School."

A buzz of excitement rippled through the room. The Triwizard Tournament was always a thrilling event, and the prospect of meeting students from other schools added an extra layer of anticipation.

"I expect the best behavior from you," Dumbledore continued, his voice carrying with an air of authority, "and that you welcome them with open arms. Schools, especially Durmstrang, have certain ways and traditions of doing some things, and I ask you to please respect their customs."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before adding, "The schools will arrive this afternoon and will attend their first dinner at Hogwarts; try to be on time. Classes are canceled today."

Harry, sitting with Draco at the Gryffindor table, leaned over to his friend and said, "Now I understand what Theo meant when he said we'd see more of them," frowning at the thought of Durmstrang's arrival.

Draco, looking longingly, asked, "Do you think Mia will live in Potter manor this year?" His thoughts clearly on Harry's older sister.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "I still can't believe you like my sister."

Draco shrugged, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "She's going to be here this year," he explained, "it wouldn't be bad to take advantage of it by trying to win over Mia."

"In answer to your previous question," Harry told him, "my parents have made a room for Mia in the mansion."

Draco's eyes sparkled with hope as he asked, "Do you think your sister would agree to go out with me?" he asked dreamily.

Harry couldn't help but snort in amusement. "With you?" he teased. "You're a ladies' man! If my sister doesn't talk to me, I doubt she'll agree to go out with you."

Draco was undeterred, his gaze dreamy as he inquired, "Maybe if I apologize to her, she would accept a date with me, don't you think?"

"Draco," Harry pointed out, "May I remind you that my sister hates you, she hates me, she hates us." He sighed, adding, "Plus you would have to go over Krum, Theo, and Jace to even talk to her. Even my dad, Mia is his little princess"

Draco's confidence wavered as he asked, "Do you think I'm not good enough for her?"

Harry put a comforting hand on Draco's shoulder. "Draco, you're my best friend, and I love you," he confessed, "but you're competing against a professional Quidditch player and other suitors we may not know about. You are fourteen years old, she is sixteen, you are a child next to her."

"But I'm richer than Krum," Draco pointed out, trying to find some advantage.

Harry chuckled, "But you're not richer than Jace or my sister. If you want to date my sister, you're going to have to adapt to her and her social agenda, not the other way to my sister, you are literally nobody, practically a zero..Plus she doesn't look like the type of girl who would date someone for money or looks"

Draco, his frustration evident, muttered, "Thanks for the encouragement. With friends like you, why do I need enemies?"

Harry grinned, unfazed by Draco's annoyance. "You actually have them," he teased, "Jace and Theo are your enemies, and from now until June, you're going to see them every day."

Draco shot back, "You say it as if you get along with them swimmingly. If you and I compare ourselves, they surely hate you more."

As Ron and Pansy joined Harry and Draco at the table, the conversation continued.

"What are you all talking about?" Ron asked, casting a curious glance at his friends.

"We're talking about how deluded Draco is," Harry replied, a mischievous grin on his face.

Draco, looking slightly offended, protested, "I'm not delusional."

Pansy raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Who are you talking about?"

"About Mia," Draco replied with a sigh.

Ron, still puzzled, asked, "What's wrong with Mia?"

"Draco likes Mia," Harry explained, "and wants to try to get my sister to agree to go on a date with him."

Ron burst into laughter, unable to contain himself, while Pansy regarded Draco with a thoughtful expression.

"Why are you laughing so much?" Draco questioned Ron, his pride clearly wounded.

"Good luck with that," Ron replied, still chuckling.

Draco, in a defensive tone, shot back, "I don't see your girlfriend here, Weasley." He then smirked and added, "Ah, it's true, you don't have one."

Ron raised his hands in mock surrender. "Don't kill the messenger," he said with a grin. "I'll be a brute when it comes to talking to women, but you..."

Draco, now feeling a bit affronted, interrupted, "What does that mean?"

Pansy chimed in, "What Ron is trying to say is that you're just looking for a girl to hook up with. Who was your girlfriend last week? You're incapable of a stable relationship."

Draco, undeterred, insisted, "With Mia, it would be different."

Pansy interjected, "You don't know that, Draco. Have you tried spending a day in Mia's shoes?"

Draco shrugged, looking at Harry, "It can't be that difficult, right? All she does is go to galas and parties, right? It's very similar to the pureblood society."

Pansy burst into laughter again, shaking her head. "You have no idea, Draco." she said. "Mia has everything planned for her from the moment she gets up. She follows a tight schedule that doesn't admit any errors or setbacks."

Harry, curious, asked, "How do you know?"

Ron chimed in, "We spent Christmas and Easter holidays last year with her and her family. It took the Palace a whole week of meetings to ensure there were no problems and to schedule security."

Pansy added, "Ron is right. Do you remember the Quidditch World Cup? Well, they were on the verge of not attending."

"Why?" Draco inquired.

"Because there were millions of wizards and witches," Pansy explained, "a multitude like that means a multitude of threats. Mia however insisted she wanted to go cheer on Viktor"

Harry, trying to reassure himself, said, "No one was going to hurt Mia. There were plenty of Aurors."

Pansy shook her head, "Mia nor anyone around her trusts the Aurors. There was private security, international Aurors, and plainclothes police throughout the stadium, even snipers."

Draco was starting to grasp the gravity of the situation. "Why so much security? It was just a Quidditch match."

Ron chimed in between bites of a croissant, "Draco, don't be an idiot. Mia and Jace are direct heirs to the crown of their families. A match with millions of spectators is the perfect occasion to kill or kidnap them. Even I can understand that."

Pansy added, "Not counting the protocol in official events, you only see the result, but behind each public appearance, there is a huge team of people making sure everything goes well."

"I didn't know," Draco admitted, his previous confidence waning.

Pansy, with a laugh, said, "However, Theo, Jace, and Mia like to make the tabloid journalists mad. The nickname 'Romeo and Juliet'? All Mia's idea. It was a pretty funny national drama."

Ron, seemingly distracted, said dreamily, "I wish I had a girlfriend like Mia."

"You're right," Pansy couldn't help but sigh, "Mia is a goddess."

Harry, growing increasingly horrified, asked, "Do you all like my sister?"

Ron, with no shame whatsoever, replied, "Harry you're my friend and I love you, but your sister is very pretty."

Pansy, flatly and without hesitation, added, "Your sister was my bisexual awakening."

"Wait, you're bisexual?" Harry exclaimed, clearly surprised. "I thought you only liked boys, not girls."

Pansy chuckled at Harry's reaction. "I said I like Mia, not girls in general," she clarified with an amused grin. "Well, enough about my love life. Are you going to talk to her?"

Harry felt a bit embarrassed as he replied, "I should, right? At least have a cordial relationship."

Pansy, in her usual no-nonsense manner, asserted, "You should, no, you're going to do it. Your sister is going to spend the whole year here, and honestly, I would like to spend a Christmas together without fights or resentments."

"I'll try to talk to her at dinner," Harry said, contemplating the idea.

Pansy then added a softer note to her voice, "I'd like to think you're doing it because you're really sorry and you miss her, not because you feel pressured by your parents."

Harry, with a hint of vulnerability, admitted, "I miss her, Pansy," lowering his face into his hands, "but I thought it was going to be very different."

Ron chimed in, curious, "Different like?

"I don't know," Harry replied with a hint of frustration, "but I definitely didn't expect to get mad at my sister like this."

Draco chimed in with his own perspective, "To be honest, it was a pretty petty reason."

Ron, drawing from his own experiences with siblings, shared his thoughts, "Anyway, if you allow me some advice, Harry, make peace with your sister. I have four older brothers and one little sister. Fred and George annoy me the same way Jace and Theo annoy you, maybe more. The fight you have with Mia is a daily occurrence in The Burrow. But the most important thing of all is that at the end of the day, they are my brothers and I love them. In a couple of years, you will value your relationship with her more than the fights you may have had."

Harry looked at Ron with a newfound sense of appreciation. "When did you become so wise? I didn't know you had it in you."

Ron shrugged modestly and said, "I have my moments, mate. Besides, if anyone knows about brothers and family fights, it's me."

Mia, Jace, and Theo had begun to see the outline of the Hogwarts Castle, and they knew they were going to land in a few minutes

"Guys," Mia began speaking through the link, "I would sincerely like to have a peaceful year, so please, please don't provoke my brother unnecessarily."

Jace nodded. "No problem," he assured her, "we'll make sure the message gets across to the rest of the school."

"Thank you very much," she said sincerely.

Theo chimed in, "Are you going to talk to your brother?"

Mia sighed, her thoughts on her recent spat with Harry. "I would like to talk to him," she admitted, "it was a silly fight, and we both said things we didn't really mean."

"Whatever you need, you have us,"Jace offered.

Mia was surprised by their willingness to help. "I thought it was going to be more difficult to convince you," she admitted.

Theo met her gaze over Balerion's wing and said, "Jace and I have talked, and the truth is that we have been a bit of an assholes to your brother."

"A bit?" Mia raised an eyebrow even though they couldn't see her, a hint of disbelief in her expression. "Teddy, you threatened to cut off my brother and his friend's and feed them to Balerion

Theo couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, maybe more than a bit," he conceded, "but Star, it was a joke, I wasn't really going to cut off their hands"

Mia shook her head, her exasperation evident. "You're sixteen, Harry is fourteen. Clearly, he was going to believe it."

Jace playfully added, "Princess, I promise on behalf of Teddy and me that we will behave well. But if we face your brother in a Quidditch match, I won't promise anything."

Mia couldn't help but smile "Just try not to make things worse, okay?"

Jace and Theo exchanged a knowing glance, both nodding in agreement. Mia knew that despite their occasional antics, her friends would stand by her when it truly mattered.

"It's nearly six o'clock," announced Ron, consulting his watch and peering down the path leading to the entrance gate, "How do you think they'll get here - on the train?"

Pansy shook her head, her eyes scanning the starry sky above. "I don't think so."

Harry joined the conversation, gazing at the darkening horizon. "By broom?"

Blaise, appearing from behind Harry, chimed in, "I don't think so either... not from that far away."

Ron pondered for a moment before suggesting, "Teleporting? Mia has been able to apparate since her second year."

And then, from the back row where the teachers were stationed, Dumbledore's voice echoed, "If I'm not mistaken, the Beauxbatons representatives are coming!" Students around Harry turned eagerly, looking in different directions, their anticipation growing.

"That way!" shouted a sixth-year student, pointing toward the forest.

All eyes turned in that direction as a long, colossal carriage, pale blue in color and the size of a large house, emerged from the dark blue sky, gradually growing larger as it approached the castle. It was drawn by a dozen or so winged horses, tan-colored with white manes and tails, each the size of an elephant.

As the carriage descended precipitously, the three front rows of students instinctively fell back to make way. The horses' hooves, larger than plates, made a deafening noise as they landed on the ground. The carriage followed, bouncing on its huge wheels, while the majestic horses shook their heads, their big red eyes gleaming. From inside the carriage emerged a shiny black shoe with a high heel immediately followed by the largest woman Harry had ever seen. Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students followed suit, clapping and craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the woman.

Smiling graciously, the woman advanced toward Dumbledore and extended her gleaming hand. Dumbledore, tall though he was, barely had to bend down to kiss it.

"My dear Madame Maxime," Dumbledore said, "welcome to Hogwarts."

Madame Maxime replied in a deep voice, "Dumbledog, I hope you are well."

Harry finally noticed that dozens of students, both boys and girls who appeared to be in their early twenties, had emerged from the carriage and were now standing behind her. They were shivering slightly, understandable given that their robes looked like fine silk and none of them wore capes. Some had wrapped scarves or shawls over their heads.

"Has 'Kagkagov' arrived yet?" Madame Maxime inquired.

"He'll be here any minute now," Dumbledore assured her.

By now, the students were shivering in the cold as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the Durmstrang delegation. Most of them gazed up at the starry sky in anticipation. For a few minutes, the only sounds were the snorting and stamping of Madame Maxime's massive horses.

Then, Ron suddenly asked, "Can't you hear anything?"

Harry strained his ears, trying to discern the source of the mysterious, loud, and strange noise that seemed to be coming from the darkness. It was a muffled rumble combined with a sucking sound, as if a massive vacuum cleaner were traversing the riverbed.

"The lake!" Lavender Brown shouted, pointing toward the Black Lake. "Look at the lake!"

From their elevated position on the hillside, they had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water. At that moment, it was anything but smooth. Something was stirring beneath the center of the lake. Large bubbles surfaced, followed by waves that crashed against the muddy shores. Finally, a whirlpool emerged in the middle of the lake, as if a giant plug had been removed from its bottom. From the center of the whirlpool, a black shape began to emerge very slowly, and then Harry recognized it: a mast!

The boat, glittering in the moonlight, slowly and majestically rose from the water. It gave the eerie impression of a sunken ship being resurrected, and the pale lights shining in the portholes resembled ghostly a loud splash, the entire ship emerged from the water, bobbing in the turbulent waters. It began to make its way across the lake toward the shore. Moments later, they heard the anchor drop into the shallows and the dull thud of a plank being drawn ashore.

Suddenly, an enormous roar echoed through the sky, and hundreds of dragons appeared, led by three of the largest dragons Hogwarts had ever seen, flying like they were ready for war.

"Are those dragons I see, Greg?" George asked his twin brother.

"I think so, Feorge," Fred replied, "they're Ukrainian Ironbelly most of them, but I don't know the breed of the other three."

"I can't believe they brought them," Blaise exclaimed with excitement, jumping up and down. "Can't wait to ride them."

Draco, intrigued, asked Blaise, "Do you know them?"

"Of course," Ron interjected, joining the conversation. "They are Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar."

"Balerion... as in Balerion, Theo's dragon?" Harry asked, swallowing hard.

"Whose are the other two dragons?" Draco inquired.

"The white dragon is Meraxes, and her rider is Jace," Pansy explained, pointing to the sky.

Harry's curiosity grew. "And the other one?"

"Vhagar, also known as the Queen of all Dragons," Pansy revealed with amusement. "Her rider is your sister, Harry."

As the dragons landed on the hills near the Black Lake, hundreds of Durmstrang students began to disembark from the ship. Harry watched as the students who had been on the back of a dragon set up red tents, while the younger students searched to leave their belongings. n the light of the ship's portholes, they all appeared to be large, but as they got closer, Harry realized their corpulence was due to the layers of thick fur they were wearing. One person stood out, a man with smooth silver hair.

"Dumbledore!" he exclaimed effusively as he climbed the slope. "How are you, my old friend?"

Dumbledore responded "Great, Professor Karkaroff."

Karkaroff had a thick voice and was tall and thin like Dumbledore. However, he had short white hair and a prominent chin. He shook Dumbledore's hand and gestured toward Hogwarts,gazing up at the castle with yellow teeth and a cunning smile. "It's great to be here, it's great... Go over there, into the warmth. I'm sure you understand Dumbledore, it's been a long journey."

Karkaroff motioned for his students to follow him. When one familiar face passed by, Harry recognized his prominent, curved nose and thick black eyebrows. It was Viktor Krum, and he was deep in conversation with his sister, with Jace and Theo following closely

"Harry...! It's Krum," Ron murmured excitedly in Harry's ear. "He's talking with Mia, think you could convince her to introduce me?