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“Wait, hold up. So you’re telling me this: you went dress shopping with Jen and Delilah, met Victoire Weasley, found out you’re filthy rich, and got lost alone in Knockturn Alley of all places. Then, you got almost sexually assaulted, got saved by your knight in shining armor who just happens to be Albus Potter, are attacked by twelve different Dark Wizards, and manage to knock all of them out with only the help of a fellow student?”

Yelena held up a hand to quell my protest. “And I haven’t even mentioned the part about the fact that you’re going to the dance with freakishly boring Alex Kimball and dating hottie ALBUS POTTER at the same time?”

“Yes,” I said meekly.

“Dammit, Lizzi, dump Alex already!” she yelled, jumping up and down on my bed. My jaw dropped all the way to China.

“That’s what you’re concerned about? I was almost raped and murdered by two different sets of people, and what you care about is ME DUMPING ALEX KIMBALL?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” she said offhandedly. I rolled my eyes as I deflated.

“You know, for a sensible person, Yelena, you’re surprisingly boy-oriented.”

“I never said I was sensible.”

“Whatever. I have to get ready for the dance.”

In a huff, I exited the room and made for my newly delivered dress. It was a jet black halter top, almost goth, but perfect for a night spent waltzing in an old castle with a guy in a tux. Most of it was silk and tulle, with some light, soft, and semi-transparent material I didn’t know the name of floating around my shoulders and hips. The skirt was flatteringly cut and poofed outwards to cut off at the knee. I’d paired the dress with the sapphire hair clips I’d received for my fifteenth birthday and a newly bought silver necklace and earrings set I’d found on sale.

I didn’t wear makeup very often, unlike so many of the girls that did every day, but today I wanted to make sure I looked especially good. Dipping my brush into the mascara, I traced a very light line around my eyes and dabbed on a bit of pink lip gloss before pulling my cascading curls up into an elegant French twist. Perfect. I turned to admire my reflection in the mirror, then sat to wait for Jen and Delilah to arrive.

Kent Weasley’s POV

My date, some brainless Barbie doll friend of Sabrina’s, flipped her long brown hair and pulled the corners of her bright red lips into what was meant to be an inviting smile at me. It looked overdone and pure slutty instead.

Well, not all of us can pick and choose from the cream of the crop like Al.

Overhead, streamers twirled and magic fog was pumped from the ceiling. Couples spun across the dance floor, and the grand staircase was lit up with names as each student entered the room. Right now, some chick called Jennifer Wells was climbing down in a dress that was so tight it looked as if it would fall apart any second. She did, however, have nice boobs.

“Come dance, please?” begged whatever her name was. I shrugged.

“Naw,” I said, eyeing the stairs. Where the heck was Al?


Alyssa’s POV

I took a deep breath. This was the first time the school was really going to see me, when I walked down that staircase. I had to take a deep breath to calm my quivering knees. Damn it.

Straightening my skirt, I closed my eyes for a moment. It was now or never. I was feeling sick under the bright blue lights and surrounded by the quiet, classical music. Heat was flooding through my body, but I forced myself to step into view of the whole school anyways.

For some weird reason, people were whispering. Then, one by one, heads turned until everyone was staring up at me. I smiled uncertainly as I made my feet move. Was something wrong? Did I have a stain on my dress or a giant zit? Step, step, step.

Alex was there to greet me as I descended. His light brown eyes bulged out in a very flattering way – for me, not for him. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” I said nervously. A wave of guilt assuaged me. I was dating Albus but going to the dance with Alex? I couldn’t do this.

“Wanna dance?”

“Um, Alex,” I said quietly, intending to say that I had another date for the dance.

“Cool,” he interrupted, grabbing my arm and almost dragging me onto the floor. I frowned; I hadn’t even agreed yet!

“Alex, I’d rather not dance,” I whispered as we began to waltz with the other couples. He looked at me with a questioning glance.

“I’m a little tired,” I lied.

“No, you look fine,” he said, ignoring my comment. I stared at him.

“I said I was tired.”

“Just keep up with me. We look good together.”

Excuse me?

“I don’t think I’m up to it. I had a really long day – “

“Dance!” he snapped at me. I felt it physically as he pushed my anger button. Any guilt that I’d had vanished.

“No.” Wow, what a brilliant retort. I took one more look at Alex Kimball: his crew cut, light brown eyes, and deep tan. He was handsome, but he was also a right git.

“Shut up.”

I gaped at him, whatever words of apology I was about to say forgotten. Did he just tell me to shut up? Like, seriously? I didn’t take that from anyone. Not even cute Alex Kimball. I snuck a furtive peek around to see if anyone was watching: no one was. Reassured, I made laser eyes at him.

“No frickin’ way, Kimball. We’re through.”

His hand tightened around my wrist.

“We’re not, Leilani,” he sneered, his face becoming significantly nastier. I bit my lip to stop tears from falling out of my eyes. Of all the boys in the school, the passive-aggressive abuse specialist had to ask me out. Stupid, stupid guys! And...was that alcohol I smelled?

“I want you to remove your hand right now,” I said with all the coldness I could muster. Even I was impressed at the chill that crept out of my mouth. He squeezed again, leaving white marks where his fingers were. For the first time, I realized he had fat fingers with short, stubby fingernails. Eww.

“Don’t cause a scene,” he muttered, drawing me close. I tried to back away, but he was far stronger than me, muscle wise. My left hand crept to my wand and I stroked it to reassure myself that I could always hex him if I couldn’t convince him to get the hell away from me.

“Stop it, please, Alex.”

“You stop being a bitch!” he yelled, causing several heads to turn and stare at the two of us. His face was contorted into a snarl, and he looked rather vicious; I couldn’t blame the witnesses for being intrigued. Unfortunately, I was not so amiable. In fact, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He called me a bitch. He. Called. Me. A. Bitch. In front of the whole, damned school. I hissed, ready for some serious wand action.

“What the fuck is going on here?” called a deep tenor. A tall, attractive redhead walked over, his pale blue eyes moving approvingly over me. I scowled at him.

“Nothing you need to care about.”

He ignored me. “Kimball, I believe the lady asked you to restrain yourself,” he said in a mocking voice, facing off with Alex. The stiff postures of the two implied rivalry or dislike of some sort.

At the moment I was rather inclined to side with the redhead, so I decided to smirk at Kimball instead. Yeah, he’d been demoted from Alex for being a stupid, groping drunkard.

“Shut up, Weasley.”

Woah, a Potter-Weasley? Fighting Alex Kimball over me? This wasn’t good. A guy fighting over me in any shape or form wasn’t good. But was doing a great job of bolstering my self confidance.

“Thanks, Weasley, but I can handle the juiced one myself,” I said, pseudo calmly. Weasley turned to stare.

“What’s your name again?” The nerve of the arrogant prat! He didn’t even know my bloody name!

“Does it really matter?” I barked angrily. By now, I was positively fuming. I was surprised smoke wasn’t emitting from my ears at the moment. The git(s) were ruining my first night at a real dance! “Kimball, Weasley, if both of you don’t get out of my sight A.S.A.P., I’m going to hex you and your bits to pieces!”

“I’d listen to her,” said a frigid voice, and I smiled, for some unknown reason. I turned to look at the sharp planes of Albus Potter’s face and gestured toward his cousin and my ex-date.

“Thank you,” I said in exasperation as the two of them finally left with identical purple faces. Albus nodded soberly, his eyes giving me a once over.

“Wow, Leilani,” he muttered under his breath before raising his voice. “You are beautiful.”

My knees went weak.

“Only to you,” I beamed. Butterflies began to swarm in my stomach, and I felt a warm rush of pleasure run through me again. “You’re a bit of a sweet talker, did you know that?”

“How sweet?” he murmured, closing in. I inhaled sharply. Calm down, Alyssa.

“Too sweet,” I said hastily, backing away. He looked at me in puzzlement as a discordant blend of thoughts flooded my brain. I didn’t like him in that way yet, but I could fall for him incredibly easily. He was so good at giving compliments and charming enough to prevent my brain from functioning properly. What did he see in me, anyways? The chasm between us was too deep; he’d dump me for some supermodel eventually, or start cheating. From what I’d gathered, he’d cheated on Jen. How long would it be before I got my heart broken?

I couldn’t do this. I didn’t like him that much anyhow. He was arrogant, too sure of himself, and had a history. He wasn’t right for me. I liked the nice, steady types. And...some part of me, some alien part, didn’t want to care for anyone too deeply.


“Look, the whole going out with you thing, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t in my right mind when I agreed to that,” I started slowly. “I don’t even know you.”

“I thought that was the point of dating.” Albus’s face clicked and suddenly became closed off and unfathomable. My heart fell; he didn’t care. This proved it: it was only a matter of time before this happened anyways – we lost our spark and he lost interest.

“I don’t think I’m ready for this. You’re great, and I’ve got to thank you for helping me out so many times,” I said in a quivering voice, “but I just can’t do this right now.”

Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, I fled for the safety of Ravenclaw Tower as tears blurred my sight.


Scorpius Malfoy’s POV

“Man, she really got you, didn’t she?” I said to Al, who was staring at nothing in particular.

“I don’t know who she is anymore,” he said softly. I shrugged. I, personally, couldn’t see the attraction. She’d been good-looking enough last night, but clearly outshined by my Rosie – whoops, did I just think that? No way. Erase that thought. She was frickin’ Rose Weasley, who drove me ‘round the bend. I will never think of this miserable moment again.

Back to Leilani. As pretty as she was, she was still just a girl. I’d never in my entire life seen Al bothered by a girl.

“You knew her before?”

Albus shifted slightly. “Sort of,” he admitted. I nearly punched the air in excitement. This was way more than I’d gotten him to say in the past.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” he said, his eyes looking hard. “She isn’t who I thought she was.”



Alyssa’s POV

Goddamn it. I sat in bed, having stayed there all day, faking sick. It was a Sunday, and I didn’t have any classes anyways, so I thought why the hell not?

I didn’t feel well. My chest hurt, for some strange reason. I couldn’t face Albus.

Shit. He didn’t even do anything to deserve getting dumped. I felt like vomiting.

“You okay there?” asked Yelena, creeping in closer. She was the only one keeping me company; I’d told Jen and Delilah to go out and hang without me. Sabrina and her cronies weren’t sympathetic in the least. Yelena was the only one who really knew what’d happened anyways.

“No,” I grumbled, flopping back down onto the mattress. “I’m not okay.”

“It’s alright, he’s just a boy,” Yelena said comfortingly. “I’m sure everything’ll be fine.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. Get a grip, Lizzi. Everything will be fine.



He was coming again, and I let out a high wail of distress as I realized he was holding his wand. He looked unusually sober; anything out of the ordinary boded ill for me. Behind him floated two bound and gagged figures. One was blonde, one was a brunette. As I saw the two, I began thrashing in my bonds.

“Let them go!”

“Never,” he cackled madly. “Sectumspra!” I watched blood squirt out from a number of spreading gashes in the blonde man’s skin, and I screamed as the pain consumed me again – not him, not him –

I woke up shaking, hair matted with sweat, already knowing what was going to happen next. I lit a candle, watching the orange glow comfort me. Right on cue, a note fluttered down.

The Knights asked me to do something today. I’m so afraid, that I may not be able to fool them again this time. Their light haunts me, and I could swear they suspect, that they’ve found out – I have too many enemies in this game of triangles. Too many for me to keep track of, too many for me to count, even though I am one of those at the apex.

The play is becoming deadly.

And once again, I burned it, resolving to solve the mystery this time. I couldn’t handle this anymore. The attack, the purple light I thought I saw corresponded to this somehow. There were so many coincidences that they could no longer possibly be coincidences.

I would find out the author of these notes.


“Spiders, get up!” yelled Delilah, looking ridiculously perky and sounding just as ridiculously random. I shrugged, having climbed back into bed after a morning run. “And you, stop moping,” she added, looking me straight in the eye. “I know Alex turned out to be a bust, but he’s not worth it.”

In case you’re wondering, I didn’t tell her about the whole ‘Albus Potter’ thing. You know why. Sighing, I threw on a set of black robes: I couldn’t just hide the whole time since I had class today. How sad.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, looking around the room. Surprisingly, it was just me and Delilah; all the other beds were conspicuously empty and rumpled as if their occupants had left in a hurry. Delilah squirmed under my searching gaze.

“Well,” she began delicately, “there’s supposed to be a really important mystery announcement this morning...”

“And you let me miss it?” I said incredulously, all other thoughts blown out of my mind. I wasn’t that much of a loser, to pine over a boy I didn’t really know for two days straight. I was mainly trying to avoid him...and to try to solve the mystery surrounding me.

“Not exactly, but we’re going to have to hurry. And you are not wearing that, either. You’ve gotta show Alex what you missed out on.”

I rolled my eyes. “We don’t have time for this, Delilah. Let’s go already.” I yanked my hair into some semblance of neatness and raced out the door. “C’mon!”

I ran with Delilah hard on my heels all the way down to the Great Hall. Breathless, I stopped to pant at the doorway before taking a deep breath and stepping in, fervently praying to God that Albus wouldn’t be anywhere where I could see him.

Jen and Yelena were sitting at the furthest edge of the Ravenclaw table, and they beckoned furiously at us. Sabrina Taylor shot me a nasty look; I glared right back. We raced to the two empty chairs and fell into them.

“’Sup?” Delilah whispered.

“Shh,” hissed Jen, gesturing up to the formidable Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, who was arguing with some guy in black side by side with a very sour faced group of professors. I recognized Professor Scamander, Professor Longbottom, and Professor Weasley right away. None of them looked too happy. Finally, the group separated, the stranger having a very smug look on his face.

A big, resounding smack echoed through the room, silencing the multitudes of students. Every head in the Great Hall turned to gawk.

Professor McGonagall stepped onto the podium, her silver hair tied up in an even more unforgiving bun than usual. “Silence.”

You could hear a pin drop in the room.

“It has been proposed by the school governors that a very special event take place this year. This is the first time it will take place since 1995. Now, as some of you may already have guessed by the date – “ she looked at Rose, who had her hand over her wide open mouth, “you may already know what I’m about to say.

“Before I continue, I must warn my students away from this...event. It’s deadly; there is no doubt about that. At least one participant either dies or is seriously injured each time.” She pursed her lips into a thinner line. “It is with this advice that I present to you the Triwizard Tournament.”

It took a while for it to settle in. McGonagall’s voice was dry and inflectionless as if she was announcing it was a cloudy day, but the entire room gasped as one.

Lemme explain.

The Triwizard Tournament hasn’t happened since 1995, when Harry Potter (it does get a little redundant, how he’s done just about everything) took the cup at the record-breaking age of fourteen. It’s a high-stakes competition that’s traditionally between the three schools of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. According to Hogwarts, a History, it’s the most dangerous event in the magical world for underage wizards. That means that yeah, it is a big, fat, Hungarian Horntail sized deal.

“Quiet!” McGonagall clapped again to end the heated murmuring. “The prize is, of course, one thousand galleons...per champion. This year, there will be a twist: each school will have two champions. Together, they will attempt to solve the challenges and represent the school as a team.

“The three schools, and their various champions, will be presented at eight o’clock in the evening at our Inter-House Celebration in a week. Formal dress in dark shades will be required.” She fixed her narrow gaze pointedly on Sabrina Taylor, who actually blushed bright flamingo red – wait, flamingos are pink, aren’t they? Whatever. There had to be a back story there.

McGonagall, still with that expressionless face, waved her hand. A golden, fiery cup appeared in wrinkled hand, each molecule appearing individually. Wow. What a dramatic entrance. I stared at it, immediately recognizing what it was.

“This is the Goblet of Fire. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students have already entered their names. Of course, only seventh years will be allowed to place their names in the goblet for drawing,” said McGonagall, seemingly deaf to the many groans from the underage students. She set the cup on top of a very ordinary looking table in the center of the room. Suddenly, a bright white wall with a perfect circle as the groundwork flared up. Everyone jumped.

“That is the Age Line. No one not a seventh year will be able to cross it,” our headmistress continued. A small smile graced her thread-wide mouth. “Myself and the other professors who graduated during this time have rather fond memories of those students who did make attempts.” Professor Scamander, Longbottom, and Weasley all grinned reluctantly.

“It is on this note that I end this announcement,” McGonagall concluded. “Breakfast may begin.”




Author's Note:

Dun dun dunnn...pardon me for the terrible spelling. :D

I am aware of several inconsistencies currently in the story that I will fix when I have time, but if you find any more please mention them in a review or private message me. I'm really excited to be almost at 500 reads, and thanks to everyone who reviewed or favorited!



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