I sit in the Great Hall eating breakfast, with a selective amount of students that did come back to finish the year off. I stare across the table where the others would usually sit, but, Ginny has replaced them now, looking at Ginny I remember, Memoire.
Chapter 1, Part 1
September 1st, 1994
The train arrived approximately 2 hours ago, since then; we have arrived by carriage and have been sitting in the Great Hall watching first years getting sorted. When I say we, I mean Harry, Ronald, Fred, George, Ginny and myself. I sit wondering when the feast will begin, but, I also sit wondering when he'll announce this year’s news. The last first year was now sorted and Dumbledore welcomed each and every one of them to Hogwarts. The entire Great Hall exploded with thunderous applause.
"Now were all settled in and sorted," Dumbledore began, he waited for everyone to notice he was now making his speech and carried on, "This castle will not only be your home this year... but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen-" Filch came running down the Great Hall, down to Dumbledore. Many students were laughing at his extraordinary running fashion. He mumbled something and ran back out again. "So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host the legendary
event: The Triwizard Tournament." He made a lot of emphasis on the word legendary. "Now, for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear.... If chosen, you stand alone
." His tone of voice had now changed. "And, trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted, but, more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic..." The hall doors opened and I turned to look in fascination, along with all the students and teachers present, "And their headmistress, Madame Maxime." All the girls came out in blue dresses and flourishing their arms at us. They looked very elegant and smooth in their walking. They used their magic and created tiny birds, in which, flew from under their dresses. They were shortly followed by their headmistress and 2 blonde girls, one much shorter than the other, the shorter not in the same uniform. I sat as the whole hall clapped them welcome. "And now our friends from the north, please greet, the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master... IGOR KARKAROFF!" A group of older lads came rushing through the doors, making loud bangs on the floor with their wooden posts. They looked so proud, the teachers shuffled about in their seats and watched in surprise and some in shock. These wizards looked well educated. They all went running down the path, as everyone gasped as they dropped their wooden posts. Everyone stood to get a better view, including me and the front student from Durmstrang broke out into an alone dance. The others surrounded the edges of the hall as Victor Krum came striding down the hall, as serious and proud as ever, without looking around, acting like he owned the place, followed by Igor Karkaroff.
"Blimey it's him... Victor Krum." Ronald stated in shock and the boy who had finished dancing blew out a fire dragon. This whole entrace was so effective, I much rather preferred this to the Beauxbatons entrance.
The smell of hot meat made me realise the feast had begun. I turned back to look at the table and it was filled with mountains of food. Everyone filled themselves until their hearts content, half way through most dishes switched to deserts. The faces of the first years were like de jar vu of what ours were like when we started here at Hogwarts. The ghosts played their part and introduced themselves to the first years and after my treacle tart, I made notes in my book.
"Hermione, do you always have to carry a book, really?" Ronald asked through a mouthful of ice cream and I lifted my gaze from the notebook to him.
"And, do you always have to eat?" I countered him. Fred and George smiled in amusement.
"She's got a point there brother." They said together. I glanced down at my notebook as I heard everyone talking about the magnificent entrance of the Durmstrangs. I looked back up again and towards Fred.
"That was amazing, did you feel that strong vibe from Krum, the whole entrance was so... capturing."
"You sound like a perfectionist, Fred." I said smiling.
"I am a great
perfectionist, Hermione. You have to be in my job."
"What job?" I smirked. He did not reply but he smiled at me and I looked down at my plate.
I hadn't noticed however what now sat at the front of the great hall.
"Your attention please! I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory! That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous
"Wicked," Fred and George said together. I however, frowned at them from behind as I totally disapproved of this Triwizard Tournaments 'wickedness
"For this reason the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation... Mr . Bartemius Crouch." The sky was suddenly uncontrolled as the thunder suddenly felt real. I felt the fear of nearly everyone in the hall. Everyone broke out into screams as a flash of red hit it. Everyone looked from where it came. It was a wizard’s wand, a wizard I hadn’t seen before.
"Bloody hell, its Mad-Eye Moody." Ronald exclaimed.
"Alastor Moody? The Auror?" I asked Ronald not knowing this myself.
"Auror?" Dean asked his face showing curiosity and confusion.
"Dark wizard catcher. Half the cells in Askaban are filled thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though, these days." Ronald finished off.
"What's that he's drinking d'you suppose?" Seamus asked nodding towards Moody.
"I don't know but I don't think it's pumpkin juice." Harry sighed.
"After due consideration," Bartemius Crouch began, "The Ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament." The hall was soon filled with outrage.
"That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!" Fred shouted in annoyance.
"Fred! Calm down." I half shouted towards him, but over everybody else, I doubt he heard me.
"Silence!" Dumbledore shouted and the whole hall went peaceful.
"They're not too happy about that then," I muttered snidely to Angela next to me. Fred was now gazing at me shortly followed by Harry.
"The Goblet of Fire, anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament, needs only to write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. And from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun." His speech had finished as everyone stared at the blue flame. It hit me now the seriousness of this Tournament and I think it had hit the others too, as the tension was strong. The teachers stood along with the Prefects. "First years, follow your prefects to your dormitories, everyone else, make your own way. Thank you."
Fred and George stood up in quickly in outrage and then suddenly, out of nowhere, smiled.
"What's amused you?" Harry asked confused.
"Were going to find a new way... we'll cheat Dumbledore to get our names in the Goblet." Fred said contently, as if he was 100% positive it would work.
"You can't cheat Dumbledore's magic." I stated shaking my head.
"Oh yeah, watch us." George said. "We'll have a potion brewed up soon and it will
"You're wrong, you can't do that!" Ginny cried, "You'll get expelled."
"Keep a positive head on sis. The amount of times we've wound up in Dumbledore's office for something and haven't been expelled, it’s unbelievable."
"You've had your fair amount of warnings though." Ronald pointed out, smiling though, as if he liked Fred and George’s plan.
"Dumbledore loves us," Fred said confidently.
"You're a bit full of yourself," I said.
"Nonsense..." Fred said and ruffled my hair. I frowned at him as both the twins walked out of the great hall. What was with the that?
Late that night when everyone was asleep I made my way down to the Common Room, to sit on the couch in front of the fire and read my books. I sneaked down the tower stairs and made myself comfortable, using the light from the fire, I opened up my book and dropped it instantly. Someone had coughed. I jumped up to look and I noticed a dark figure in the corner.
"Hello?" I wondered.
"Her-mio-ne," he separated it with care.
"Fred... what are you doing?"
"Couldn't sleep,” yet he yawned.
"Next time... maybe let me know you're in the room before you give me a heart attack? It would be much appreciated." Fred laughed.
"Oh right, yeah sorry love
," He said with a hint of sarcasm, striding out of the shadow with a smile etched on his face. He picked up my book off the floor. "Blimey Hermione... you read some rubbish."
"Shut..." I got my book off him, "Up." Fred chuckled and sat down on the couch. I sat next to him and placed my book in my lap.
"So where'd you get your rubbish from?"
"They aren’t rubbish there this year’s books. I thought I’d quickly re-read them before we start lessons tomorrow."
"Wait... go back and hold... re-read? You've already read it once?" He looked like he was having trouble understanding.
"No. Twice... this is my third."
"You're mad. I don't even attempt opening mine,” He sounded proud of this.
"Yes, Fred but that's why you're failing."
"Hey, I am not failing." He exclaimed.
"Well I beg to differ." I smiled and he chuckled again.
"To be honest, you're probably right." Now I was giggling with him. "How long you staying up for?"
"For as long as I keep my eyes open." I said smiling slightly.
"Won't be long then," He breathed.
"And why is that?" I asked bringing my eyebrows together.
"You're a girl, of course." He smiled flashing his teeth and I gasped and hit him while laughing.