-Truly Mad-

"Hey, i'm just going to go find my brother." I tell Draco and Pansy, as I stand up. "I'll be back before we arrive at Hogwarts."

I walk down the train, and reach their carriage as I hear Hermione ask, "it's hurting again, isn' it your scar?"

"Im fine."

"You know Sirius will want to hear about this... what you saw at the World cup and the dream."

"The dream?" I pipe in, turning the attention to me.

"It was nothing. Don't worry about it Jade." Harry brushes me off.

I sit down next to him, "Harry, can we talk... you can't keep ignoring me. It'll only be a minute."

"Harry go on." Hermione urges.

"Fine."

"You can update those two after, but right now let's talk alone." I stand up and leads us to an empty carriage.

"What was your dream about?" I ask him as he closes the door.

"Wormtail was there, Voldemort and this random man. They were talking about me about you slightly. A muggle caretaker was listening in and Voldemort killed him, that's when I woke up."

I gasp, "Harry... I had the same dream, expect i think it must of been shorter. There was no caretaker, just that he needed you and that he wanted me to stay out the way."

"What? You don't have a scar though, so how?"

"Remember in first year, when Voldemorts spirit knocked me out, Dumbledore thinks he must of left a part of his soul in me, a bit like he did with your scar."

"But you did't get a scar?"

"No... that's still your thing." I smile " I mean the only scar I have is this one." I show him the one Remus gave me.

"It's pretty cool still ... anyway I should probably tell Sirius." Harry stands up and starts to leave

"Okay... Um harry-" He stops and looks at me. "Uhh you know what.. um tell me if anything else happens, please."

He nods before heading back to the other two.

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"Did you see the other school arrive?" Draco asks sitting down next to me. "Uh no, but I heard it was quite impressive."

"I mean it was okay, don't know why everyone was crowding around watching it though." He tries to act cool

"Weren't' you one of those people?" I tease.

"Wha- no, I mean the Durmstrang boat was pretty cool." 

I smile at him before turning my attention toward Dumbledore. "Well, 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." He announces, as I watch Filch run down the hall. 

"You see, Hogwarts has been chosen.. yes, what is it?" Dumbledore  whisper to Filch before he runs back down that hall . "... So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament. For those of you who do not know the Triwizard Tournament bring 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. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted."

"Why would anyone voluntarily want to do that?" I lean back whispering to Draco.

"I don't know, sounds pretty cool. "He starts to play with a strand of my hair.

"Sounds like signing your own death sentence."

"For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime." The door opens and a group of gorgeous girls walk in. I glance back at Draco and see him gawking at them. Pfft boys, typical.  Once their performance is over, Dumbledore welcomes the Durmstrang boys.

The boy march in one of them makes eye contract with me and winks, I feel Draco's glare. I stop myself from smirking as I watch Krum walk in.

"Is that Victor Krum?" I hear Pansy whisper. "He's so dreamy."

"Pfft, Krum really?" Draco snarks. "What do you think Jade?"

"I mean, he's not ugly. Dreamy? eh."

"Right. Now Hogwarts let's entertain our friends in the best way that we can. All stand." Dumbledore announces a music plays.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy-woogy Hogwarts." Everyone starts singing.

"Absolutely not." I mumble, turning to see Draco hating it just as much. Crabbe on the other hand, was really into it. I try to hold in my laughter when he turns to Draco who nods, pretending to enjoy it. Everyone starts waving the hands, and I lean over, whispering to Draco, "I think this is a form of torture."

"Oh absolutely."

"I think your father needs to here about this." I giggle and he smiles.

...

"Your attention, please!" Dumbledore announces standing next to a tall object. "I'd like to say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the students who wins the Triwizard Tournament"

"So the people who enter are just attention seekers." I mutter.

"But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. 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." Oh it was the guy from the Quidditch world cup, as he starts to make his way up, thunder crashes and the ceiling starts to change. Their is a chorus of screams when a man in the corner points his wand, fixing the problem.

"Who is that?" Pansy asks.

"Mad-eye moody. He was an Auror." Draco explains 

"Auror?" I look at him confused.

"Dark-wizard catcher. But these days he is as mad as you can get."

"Seem like he has a drinking problem too." Pansy notes as I watch him take a swig from a flask.

Mr Crouch finally makes his way to the front, "After due consideration 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" 

"That's rubbish!" I hear the Weasley twins protest along with other students.

"Wasn't planning on competing anyway." I state.

"Neither, Im not risking my life." Pansy agrees.

"Silence!" Dumbledore yells, before revealing a cup  on fire . "The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only 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 not turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

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"Alastor Moody" he introduces himself, "Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Every year a new teacher. What is it with this role? Is it cursed?

"I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?... When it comes to the Dark Arts I believe in a practical approach. Bur first, which on of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"

"Three, sir." Hermione calls out.

"And they are so named?"

"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will-"

"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct. The Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared." He turns to the blackboard. "You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr Finnigan!"

"No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head."

"And hear across classrooms." Moody throws the chalk at him. "So which curse shall we see first? Weasley!"

"Yes?" Ron replies terrified. 

"Stand. Give us a curse."

"Well, my dad did tell me about one. The imperius curse"

"Oh yeah, your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why." Moody walks away, going over to a glass jar full of bugs. "Hello" He picks up a spider looking creature. "Engorgio." It doubles in size. Ew.

"Imperio!" Moody points his wand at it, directing it across the classroom, making it jump on people's heads. "Don't worry. It's completely harmless."

He directs it over to Ron who starts to panic. "If she bites, she's lethal"

Draco cackles at Ron's reaction, "What are you laughing at?" Moody asks moving the creature onto his face.

"Get off! Get if off me! Jade." He panics now. I just roll my eyes, waving Draco away when the Spider moves off him. Moody goes silent his wand still pointing at Draco despite the spider now on the table next to us  but he's looking directly at me. 

"What?"  I look at him confused.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?" I look at the Spider and then back at him, when it clicked. He didn't move it, I did. The whole class is looking at me now.

"Uh nothing." Moody clears his throat. "just messing with you. So what should I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?" He says with a sinister tone. 

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did you-know-who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius curse. But here's the rub: How do we sort out the liars? Another, another. Longbottom, is it? Up. Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology"

Neville nods, "There's the.. the Cruciatus Curse."

"Correct, correct. Come, come" He direct his in front of the Spider. "Particularly nasty. The torture curse. Crucio!"

The Spider starts squealing and I see that Neville is struggling to watch.

"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!" Hermione yells out. 

"Um." Moody makes his way over to her desk, " Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable Curse, Miss Granger." she shakes her head. "No? Avada Kedavra!" It drops dead onto her books, and I feel myself let go of a breath i've been holding in.

"The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it...and he's sitting in this room" Oh great, the attention is on Harry again.

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"Told you he was mad." Draco laughs as we head to the Great Hall to watch the students put their names in the Goblet.

"Yeah, he definitely lives up to his name."

"You guys should of seen Longbottom's face when he was showing the Cruciatus Curse." Draco tells the others.

"Draco! Don't be so rude, I heard his parents are in St  Mungo's because of that very curse."

"Explains a lot." He smirks, and I elbow him.

"Honestly... I think there is something strange about Moody anyway." I state as we walk through the doors. 

I sit down on one of the benches, while Draco and the others talk with amongst the Durmstrang boys.

"Come, Cedric. Put it in!" I hear his friends cheer him on. I watch him place his name in the Goblet. Interesting. I also watch as Ron awkwardly waves at him and get ignored. Smirking, I decide to head over to the two of them. 

"Hey Jade." Cedric smiles as I walk past.  "Hi, good luck. I suppose." he continues smiling as he goes back over to his friends.

"Eternal glory. Be brilliant, wouldn't it?" I hear Ron ask Harry. "Three years from now, when we're old enough to be chosen"

"I don't think it sounds that brilliant" I state.

"Yeah rather you than me." Harry tells him as Fred and George run in cheering.

"Well, lads, we've done it."

"Cooked it up just this morning."

"It's not going to work." Hermione sings, the two of them bend down either side of her.

"Oh, yeah?"

"And why is that, Granger?"

"You see this? This is an Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself"

"So?"

"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion."

"But that's why it's so brilliant."

"Because it's so pathetically dimwitted." They tell her before shaking up their potions.

"Ready, Fred?"

"Ready, George."

They cheers before drinking the potions and jumping over the line. So far nothing has happened and everyone applauds. I watch as they place their names in the goblet, a moment later they are thrown out of the circle, along with their names. I look over and see they've grown beard and turned grey. Brilliant, I laugh walking back over to Draco.

"God, when I thought the Weasleys couldn't get any dumber." He scoffs. I chuckle shaking my head as the room goes quiet. "Oh my god it's Krum." Draco whispers. Everyone one watches in silent as he places his name in the goblet, he then turns and glances at Hermione. Ooh okay. Note to self, question Hermione later.

"Right im bored now. Come on." Draco huffs, dragging me away.