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Chapter Ten:

By Rosa241

Percy's POV:

If I wasn't convinced before that Oliver had a problem with Cedric then I am now. Honestly I don't know what he was thinking, I've been over it so many times but I still can't make head nor tail of it.

Flashback:

"What is wrong with you?" I sigh as Oliver throws yet another book onto the floor. He merely mutters 'nothing' before turning his attention back to the section of floor that he's furiously trying to burn a hole in with his eyes. "Oh do you know what? Fine! Be a moody git for all I care, I'm so sick of this. I don't know what your problem is with Cedric but I've had enough of it!"

"I haven't got a problem with Cedric..." He mumbles, if ever I've heard a lie.

"Rubbish! Every time Cedric shows up you go mad, at the world cup when we were walking and Cedric was talking to me, don't think I didn't notice the dirty looks you kept sending him. And then just now before Cedric showed up you were fine, now..." I sigh heavily as I trail off.

"I don't have a problem with Cedric. It's just..."

"Just what Oliver? Don't shut me out!" I'm practically shouting now but I couldn't care less, I'm so angry.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." With that my anger boils over, I'm so frustrated right now I don't know what to think. With an angry sigh I leave the room, knowing full well this will carry on all night unless one of us calms down.

End Flashback:

My mind is so focused on Oliver that I fail to notice the body infront of me until I walk straight into it.

"Umph!" My eyes flash down as someone hits the ground. One of the Beauxbatons girls is now sitting on the floor, confusion flashing across her face, wondering quite how she got down there.

"I'm so sorry! Oh Merlin..." I quickly help her to her feet, she's studying me with curious eyes. "I wasn't looking where I was going at all, I'm so sorry."

"Iz quite alright." She's giving me this strange look, almost like she's fascinated by me. "Fleur." She introduces herself, extending her hand.

"Percy." Even as I shake her hand she's still giving me this curious look. "I'm really sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention."

"The school...iz very big." Her eyes fall to the floor, almost as if she's embarrassed.

"Your lost?" She nods her head ever so slightly. "Where was it you were looking for?"

"Ze dormitories, ze curfew...it iz zoon, no?"

"Would you like me to show you?" She nods her head once again, she's still giving me that look...it's rather unnerving. "What do you think of Hogwarts then?"

"Iz nice...not az beautiful az Beauxbatons but very...nice...You enter tournament?" Her English is better than I would have thought.

"No, it's uh, not really my thing." At her confused look I continue. "I just...don't see the point I suppose, don't get me wrong, I've got total respect for anyone who enters I just don't think it matters all that much. Sure the money is great and being chosen would be an honour but at the end of the day it's still a tournament and in the grand scheme of things I just, I just don't think it matters all that much. At least, that's what I think."

She seems to contemplate this for a few moments before replying.

"What matterz to you?" I take a minute before answering.

"My family, my friends, school...I wouldn't want to think that I'd be putting my family through the constant worry of the tournament. Here we are."

"Ah, thank you. Your wordz are...interesting." With that she heads off towards the dormitories. Realising the time I decide it'd be best to head back, hopefully Oliver will have calmed down...hopefully!

Fred's POV:

"So we can go now?" George asks. It didn't take long for Madam Pomfrey to fix the aging potion thank god.

"Yes." Her voice is stern and full of venom, as chance would have it we're not the first to try to trick the Goblet but apparently our attempt went the most wrong, well if you're going to go wrong you may as well be spectacular with it. Naturally McGonagall had to come down and give us a good shout, detention for a week seems a bit harsh but what can we do.

"So we going with a plan B then or are we calling it a day?" George queries, personally I'm thinking calling it a day – not giving up, we never give up! "I think we should call it a day, we've got much bigger things to think about."

"Oh yeah, like what?" I wasn't aware we had anything planned.

"Duh! Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! I've had a good idea for another product, listen to this..." As my twin rattles off his idea (a good idea I must say) Mad Eye Moody comes strolling past us. That guy is creepy as, honestly I've known some creepy people – Snape comes to mind – but that man is just about the creepiest! Brilliant like, but creepy.

Mad Eye Moody's POV:

My eye flashes round the room instantly falling on Mr Potter. Somehow he seems to sense that I'm watching him. He has no idea what's going to happen, no idea at all. By the time I'm finished Harry Potter will be dead and the dark lord will rise once again, and I shall be responsible, I shall be at the dark lords side for the rest of eternity.

All too suddenly I become aware of someone's eyes on me. It doesn't take long for me to find the owner of those eyes, Percy Weasley. Ever since I came here that boy has been watching me. Maybe he suspects something...no, no he can't...but why does he stare? I catch him staring all the time, constantly watching. It's not just me he watches, he's always watching, it's almost as if he expects an attack...I shall have to keep my eyes on him.

Percy's POV:

"Confrigo!" My body reacts before my mind has had time to process what's happening. Even with the speed of my counter attack I'm still too slow.

"Oliver no!" His body goes limp as the light fades from his eyes. The world begins spinning and everything suddenly bursts into a white light. From somewhere in the light a high pitched and chilling laughter seeps into the air, making my bones ache as it carries through my body.

Another figure steps into the light, another voice, this one less chilling than the first but more real, more dangerous, more apparent. What they're saying I don't know but that voice.

Waking with a start I barely hold in a scream. My hearts hammering inside and my heads spinning, it takes almost everything I have not to be sick right there. I'm shaking so hard, everything's shaking from head to foot. As I finally begin to calm down that voice slinks into my mind, that voice...

Voila! When will Percy realise that poor Ollie is jealous? Why is Percy having that nightmare? What will Fred and George do next? All will be revealed in time!