The same experience of the World Cup come back once i say the mark in the sky. I again empty out the contents of my stomach. Hunched over the toilet in the bathroom stall. I barley hear the door open over the noise. "This is the Lady's room," Myrtle says.

    "I'll just be a second alright," I hear Draco say. Then a knock hits the door of the stall I'm in. "Y/n?"

    "Go away," I say wiping my mouth. Tears stained on my face.

   "You okay?" He asks.

  "That was sick," I hiss, "does he know how many of us are orphans because of those curses! And demonstrating them on an actual creature. He's sick! Mad I tell you."

  "He is called Mad Eye Moody," He says, "'the madness is implied."

 "Still," I whimper, "to think my father died like that? No way to stop it. I hate it. And to use Crucio on anyone?"

"I know." Draco says, "but you can't change the past." I sigh and flush the toilet then open the stall. Walking back towards the sink and I wash my hands. 

"I hate the Dark Arts sometimes. . . most of the time," I scoff, "whatever lets get going."

******

 In preparations for the tournament Hogwarts had gotten well busy and hectic. And plenty of incidents had occurred. Such as Moody's lesson plans being ridiculous. 

   "I'm going to put you all under Imperious curse," Moody Announce in the end of the class, "so prepare."

  "But--but you said it's illegal, Professor, " Hermione says uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room. "You said--to use it against another human was--"

 "Yeah I'm not doing this," I say.

"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like, " said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione. "If you'd rather learn the hard way--when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely--fine by me. You're excused. Off you go." He point to the door and I collect my stuff as Hermione goes pink. 

"You should learn this," Hermione tells me, "you have to." I watch as each of my classmates go under the spell. Doing stupid things. No one being able to fight it off.

"Potter, " Moody growls, "you next. "Harry moves to the middle of the room. "Imperio!" Nothing happens. He then buckles forward and hits the desk. "Now, that's more like it!" growls Moody's voice, "Look at that, you lot... Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We'll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention--watch his eyes, that's where you see it--very good, Potter, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!" 

"Can't you tell he's in pain?" I ask Moody.

"Pain doesn't stop and evil witch or wizard," He growls. I roll my eyes as Moody makes Harry go through the thing 4 times. Then Ron, then Hermione.  "Cultven." I step up sigh. "Imperio!" A feeling of emptiness fill me then I hear Moody's voice echo in my mind 'get on the desk' again and again. No. No. No. Thats a horrible idea. 'Get on the desk' Why? That so dumb what does that prove. Nothing happens. Don't move.  My body stays still as the class watches me. Don't do it. Don't do it. 'Get. On. The. Desk.' No! "Hmmm," Moody says as he pulls his wand away from me. The curse releasing me. "Not even a flinch? You're very peculiar Miss Cultven." I bow and step back from the middle of the room. "You've been under the curse before?"

"I've been put through rigorous training Professor Moody," I admit, "it was a thing I was forced to learn. Comes in handy." He raise a brow as I grab my bag and wave to the group. Leaving as I should of done in the first place.

This turning into the big deal of what the "Great Y/n Cultven" can and can't do. Like can't do anything in transfigurations! 

"Who even uses pincushions," I growl to Savannah who was shrugging. 

"You can show up an entire room of kids with being under the Imperios cruse but you can't turn a hedgehog into a pincushion?" Lydia asks.

"I know how to do useful things not waste my time!" I groan.

"Miss Cultven this is useful," Professor McGongall says, "this is the beginning of bigger uses of transfiguration. If you get this down you can do more advanced material." 

"And the beginnings take 4 years?" I ask her.

"5," She corrects. I slam my face down onto the table and groan loudly. "You are now entering a most important phase of your magical education! Your Ordinary Wizarding Levels are drawing closer--"

"We don't take O. W. L. S till fifth year!" Dean Thomas says indignantly. "Maybe not, Thomas, but believe me, you need all the preparation you can get! Miss Granger remains the only person in this class who has managed to turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. I might remind you that your pincushion, Thomas, still curls up in fright if anyone approaches it with a pin!"

"I can make an actual pincushion faster than this!" I exclaim.

I mean work was pilling up left and right. Snape had us working on antidotes and threatened to poison kids to see if our antidotes are right. Charms had essays left and right, and even Hagrid was bombarding us with work. 

******

   "Here," Hermione says, "its for my new club."

  "New club?" I ask her as I take the button. It was purple and had the word spew on it. "What is spew?"

 "No Spew," She groans, "S-P-E-W the  Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."

"Oh so you actually went through with this," I say, "I can't believe it."

"Our short-term aims are to secure house-elves fair wages and working conditions. Our long-term aims include changing the law about non-wand use, and trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because they're shockingly underrepresented," Hermione rants. I sigh and link my arm with hers. 

  "Mione you're crazy," I tell her.

 "I thought two Sickles to join--that buys a badge- and the proceeds can fund our leaflet campaign. Ron's the Treasure and Harry's security. While you're Vice President," She says ignoring my comment. 

 "No one is going to buy a button," I tell her, "kids don't care about this... Besides its the Beaxubons and Drumstrang arrival day. You're lucky if any one pays attention."

"I don't believe you," She says.

"I didn't think you would," I groan. I dig in my pocket and hand her 4 galleons, "there is my first donation. Now please can we talk about something else."

"Put on the button," She demands. I roll my eyes and clip it on my robes. "Now tell me about the training you told Moody about."

"Oh that?" I ask, "simple thing my father made me do. You know how I go to America every year to study. That was apart of it." She nods and I smile at her. "I should bring you next summer. You'd get a kick out of it."

"Really?" She asks.

"A month of your summer dedicated to extra studying and lessons," I say, "totally a you thing." As we turn into Snape's room I could see him staring down Neville. Poor boy. 

*******

 I take Draco's hand as the early bell dismisses us. We rush to the dorms then back outside to where Snape had the Slytherin's gathered. "Miss Cultven take that button off your robe," He demands. I nod and pull it off and shove it into my pocket. 

"Is that one of Granger's lame House elf buttons?" Draco asks.

"As a matter of fact it is," I tell him, "I'm the VP of the club."

"Dear god," He sighs. I nod.

"How much do you think they're going to show off?" I ask him.

"They've probably have been planning for months on there entrance," He says, "speaking off." He points to a large shadow over the forest.

"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!" Dumbledore announces. 

"Where?" many students asks eagerly, all looking in different directions. 

"There!" yells a sixth yea Gryffindor, pointing over the forest. 

 "It's a dragon!" shrieks one of the Gryffindor first years, losing her head completely. Weren't they supposed to be the brave ones? 

 "Don't be stupid... It's a flying house!" Another says. In reality it was a giant powder blue carriage. Carried by a dozen winged horses. The first three rows of students jump  back as it lands harsh before them. A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage and unfolded a set of golden steps then steps away respectfully. A woman steps out and suddenly the whole ordeal seems less extra.  The lady had olive skin and large black eyes with a thin bob.A large fur coat making her seem even bigger. Dumbledore starts to clap then we follow. The lady offers her hand to Dumbledore who kisses it. 

"My dear Madame Maxime, " Dumbledore says "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-dort, " Madame Maxime says in a deep voice. "I 'ope I find you well?"

"In excellent form, I thank you, " Dumbledore says.

"My pupils, " Madame Maxime says, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her. A dozen boys and girls emerge from the carriage. All shivering, which was unsurprising, they seemed to have the thinnest silk robes known to man with no cloacks. Some had thin shaws and scarves but nothing more "As Karkaroff arrived yet?" 

"He should be here any moment, " Dumbledore says. "Would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"

"Warm up, I think, " Madame Maxime says, "But ze 'orses--"

"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them, " Dumbledore says, "the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other--er--charges. "

 "My steeds require--er--forceful 'andling, " Madame Maxime says, . "Zey are very strong... "

"I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job, " says Dumbledore, smiling. 

"Very well, " Madame Maxime says, bowing slightly. "Will you please inform zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orsesdrink only single-malt whiskey?"

"It will be attended to, " said Dumbledore, also bowing.

 "Come, " say Madame Maxime imperiously to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd parts to allow her and her students to pass up the stone steps.

"How do you think Drumstrang will arive? Crabbe asks from behind us.

"I don't care," I say with my teeth clattering loudly, "its to cold to." I move closer to Draco who slips and arm around my waist.  A loud vacuum sound fills our ears.

 "The lake!" Lee Jordan yells,  "Look at the lake!" We look over at the lake to see the bubbling in the center. A pole rising from the water then a ship emerging. It looked ghostly. As if it was brought back from the dead for this. Soon the anchor was tossed to anchor them then a plank so they could get off the ship. Men march towards us with thick fur coats as a man with a curly mustache and beard lead them. 

"Dumbledore!" he calls heartily as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"

"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff, " Dumbledore replies.

"Dear old Hogwarts, " Karkaroff says,  "How good it is to be here, how good... Viktor, come along, into the warmth... You don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold... "

"Thats Krum!" I exclaim as I look at the Drumstrang students, "Merlin! Ron's gonna bloody flip!"

"You seem to be," Draco says.

"Yeah a famous quiddtich player is really cool!" I squeal.

*****

   I keep my eyes on the book as the girls around me freak out about Krum. He's cool and all but not cool enough to lose your cool. I see Draco stiffen as someone slides in the empty seat beside me. I look up to see Viktor Freaking Krum, and the rest of the Drumstrang boys. "Hello," I say calmly.  

   "Hello," Viktor says. I look back to my book.

   "Hello My names Draco Malfoy, and this Crabbe and Goyle," Draco says he places a hand on my shoulder and smirks, "and this is my girlfriend Y/n Cultven." I wave to the boys then draw my attention back to my book. 

  "Hello," One of the Drumstang boys say. They introduce themselves quietly as Draco smirks at Ron. I wave to Ron then look at Victor.

 "Listen," I tell Viktor, "this is going to sound really dorky. But see that ginger guy over at the table over there. He is obsessed with you and if you could sign something for him so I can give it to him so he want harass me about it would be great."

"Sure," He mumbles. I take a piece of paper from my notebook in my pocket and my quill. He signs it quickly and I smile gratefully. 

"Thanks," I tell him, "sorry to be like that. I'd imagine you don't much care for the attention."

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and--most particularly--guests, " Dumbledore says, "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast, I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!" I look across the food and sit a couple of the dishes on my plate. Crabbe picks at one of the french dishes.

"What do you reckon that is?" Crabbe asks.

"Bouillabaisse," I tell him, "its a french dish."

"Since when does you not knowing what a dish is stop you," Draco sneers. I roll my eyes and pick up a fork full. I watch Draco at he stairs at one of the Beauxbatons girls. I smack his arm and he look at me. "What?"

"Ya having fun checking out the Beauxbaton girls?" I ask.

"What? No I wasn't- I-" He mumbles. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"You're lucky I forgive you because she's totally part Veela," I tell him, "plus she's pretty attractive." He gives me a look and I just shrug. 

"The moment has come, " Dumbledore says, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket- just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports." We politely clap for them. "Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament, and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts. " The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch." A large box covered in jewels is brought out. "The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman, " and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways.. Their magical prowess--their daring--their powers of deduction--and, of course, their ability to cope with danger. "As you know, three champions compete in the tournament one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire. "Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket. now pulling out a large wooden goblet with blue flames rising from the top.

"Wow," I mumble looking at it.

"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet, " Dumbledore says "Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete. To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation, I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line. Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to seethe tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all." I stand up from the table with Draco and his croonies following me as I walk towards the door. 

"I'll be one second," I say. I rush towards Ron who was looking around.

"I saw you talking to Krum," Harry says.

"Well I got a special something for his stalke- fan," I say as I hold up the paper for Ron. His eyes grow wide and he pockets it then hugs me.

"Bloody hell Y/n!" He says happily, "thanks."

"You would of bothered me if I didn't get it anyways," I say, "now goodnight." They wave then I run back to Draco and the Slytherins.