Harry and Amelia Potter

4.3

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I are seated on a train. A voice calls out.

"Anything from the trolley? Anything from the trolley?" She then appears at our compartment door. "Anything from the trolley dears?"

Ron gets up and goes up to her. "Packet of drewbals and a licorice wand." Then he glances down at his hand, seeing he doesn't have enough for both. "On second thought, just the drewbals."

"It's alright. I'll get it." I tell him and stand up to go pay for his licorice wand. As I do, Cedric Diggory walks up to the cart.

"Two pumpkin pasties please." He says and we share a look. He smiles at me and I smile back, feeling my cheeks blush. He then turns and goes back to his compartment.

"Anything else for you, dear?" The woman asks me. I shake my head.

"No thank you." I say and then take my seat again. Hermione smirks at me, after she saw what just occurred. I lean over to her. "Shut up."

"This is horrible." She says after a moment, once her mind has wondered off. "How can the ministry not know who conjured it. Isn't there any security or?"

"Loads according to Dad, that's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses." Ron tells her.

I then rest my hand on my head, feeling a slight tingle from my scar. I begin to rub at it. Looking over, I see my brother doing it too.

"Yours too?" I ask.

"I'm fine."

"You don't have to sound tough, Harry." I say to him. "I can feel it too. I know it's hurting."

"Sirius will want to here about this." Hermione interrupts us. "What you both saw at the World Cup, and the dream."

"Later." Harry says. "When we get to Hogwarts."

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We see four flying horses flying through the air pulling a carriage, coming in to land at Hogwarts. The crowds cheer.

"Clear the runway." Hagrid calls out, trying to guide it down gently. But he has to jump out of the way so the carriage doesn't crush him.

"Well there's something you don't see everyday." Harry says to us.

And then a large ship emerges from under the water and approaches too.

"I wonder what they're all doing here." I say. And we head into the Great Hall and take our seats.

"Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. 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 opens the door, interrupting the Headmasters speech and runs up the aisle limping in a comical way, he whispers something to Dumbledore and leaves in the same fashion.

"So Hogwarts has been choosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if choosen you stand alone. 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 and their headmistress Madam Maxime."

A group of girls dressed in blue dance up the aisle and release butterflies into the air. They bow and everyone applauds. Then they're headmistress walks in and from the looks of it, she's a half giant like Hagrid.

"Blimey, that's one big woman." I hear Seamus mutter. The woman walks up to Dumbledore and he kisses her hand in greeting.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff."

A series of older boys walk up the aisle brandishing bo staffs, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect.

"Blimey it's him, Victor Krum!" Ron exclaims in awe as the Bulgarian Seeker strides in. Then the boys breathe our fire.

"Be careful Ron, you're blushing." I tease but he doesn't care. He's too engulfed in staring at Krum. Then I look and see Hermione blushing as well. I lean over. "Does Ron have some competition?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She mutters and continues to eat her dinner.

"Your attention please!" Dumbledore states. "I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."

"Wicked." Fred and George state.

"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 magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch."

Thunder roars overhead, rain begins leaking through the roof and screams break out. A strange man stands in the doorway, he casts some magic upwards and seals the roof. Peace is restored.

"Bloody hell, it's Mad-Eye Moody." Ron exclaims.

"Alastor Moody? The auror?" Hermione questions. Then I remember a book a read a while back talking about his life and how he has sent multiple Dark wizards to Azkaban.

"He was a catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him." I state.

"He's supposed to be mad as a hatter though these days." Ron adds.

Moody enters the room and begins walking. He limps, breathing heavily as he goes.

"My dear old friend, thanks for coming." Dumbledore greets him, shaking his hand.

"That stupid roof." Mad-Eye mutters and takes out a flask and gulps down whatever is inside.

"What's that he's drinking do you suppose?" Harry asks.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice."

"After much deliberation" Mr. Crouch steps up to the front of the room. "the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final."

The crowd is unsettled, people are booing.

"That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!" George yells.

"Silence!" Dumbledores voice echoes throughout the now quiet room. He then casts magic over a box which melds into a goblet with a blue flame. "The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely 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. As from this moment the tri-wizard tournament has begun."