"Attention, students!" said Dumbledore as the students started to tuck in to their desserts around the Great Hall. Harry, like everyone else, turned their heads to the headmaster as he called for them to quiet down.
"A few beginning of term announcements, if you will. First, for those of you new to the school, welcome to Hogwarts! For those of you returning, welcome back! Let me remind you that the Forbidden Forest is still off limits to all. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it." Dumbledore turned his twinkling eyes briefly in the direction of the Weasley twins, who sat with an innocent looking expression on their face. "Also, unfortunately the Inter-House quidditch tournament will not be taking place this year."
" BUT YOU CAN'T—"
"QUIET," said Dumbledore's stern voice. Everyone silenced, and the Weasley twins sat back down. "Now then," said Dumbledore, his custom twinkle returning to his eyes, "as I was saying, unfortunately the Inter-House quidditch tournament will not be taking place this year. However, that is not to say that quidditch is not happening at Hogwarts. Our school has been selected to host the Triwizard Tournament this year!"
"Whoa, seriously?!" yelled the Weasley twins together, to the amusement of Dumbledore.
"Yes, and in light of this news, we have decided that an All-School quidditch tournament will take place. This means that everyone is welcome to try out for the Hogwarts team, which will be arranged by Madame Hooch. And unlike the individual tournament, there is no age limit. That being said, the age limit for the individual tournament is 17."
Mutters broke out through the crowd. Harry turned to Hermione who was sitting on his right and murmured, "Mione, what exactly is the Triwizard tournament?"
She opened her mouth to reply but Dumbledore began talking again, with a slight nod in Harry's direction. "Some of you are probably wondering what the Triwizard tournament is."
"I haven't decided if it's amazing or creepy that he can hear pretty much everything," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear, causing her to stifle a giggle and swat him on the shoulder.
"Hush Harry, listen up," she said sternly, but failed to conceal her small smile.
"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities-until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued. "
"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, looking alarmed.
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money. "
"I must stress the danger that accompanies the tournament; the age limit is there for a reason. I will personally be seeing to it that an age line be drawn," said Dumbledore, looking once more at the Weasley twins who ceased their whisperings amongst themselves. "The quidditch tournament will take place over the whole year they are here, with the championship game taking place a week after the individual tournament so we finish the school year off on a high note. Well, I trust you will all do your best to make the visiting schools feel welcome. Now, off to bed! You'll receive your schedules tomorrow morning from your Head of Houses, as usual."
With that, the students stood up and started filing out of the Great Hall.
"That's a lot of prize money! And all that fame and glory!" said Ron excitedly.
"Also a lot of unnecessary danger," said Hermione, looking between Ron and Harry sternly. "Besides, there's no way anybody could get past Dumbledore's age line, so don't even think about it."
Harry held his hands up in surrender. "You know I have enough fame and glory as it is," he said sarcastically. "But I swear Mione, I wasn't even thinking about entering."
"Seriously Harry?" exclaimed Ron. "You don't think it would be awesome? Eternal glory mate!"
"Nope," said Harry with a pop. "It also has death. And frankly, I'm tired of things trying to kill me at Hogwarts."
"Well what about quidditch?" said Ron.
"Well that's a given! He has to play if we want to win that tournament!" said a voice behind the three. They all turned around to the smiling faces of Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson.
"Hello ladies," said Harry, bowing slightly. "Alas, I fear you are correct. If Hogwarts wants to win, they must pile all their hopes and dreams upon my very capable shoulders," he said dramatically, sighing.
"Oh shut it Harry," said Ron, while the three chasers giggled.
"Better watch it Harry," said Katie. "Some might interpret that as our little brother getting a big head."
"Oh you wound me so Katie-Kat," said Harry, clutching his heart and using his nickname for his surrogate older sister. Granted, she was only a year older but she still looked out for him like a younger brother, and to be honest, Harry needed all the family he could get. The three chasers took him under their wing in his first year and he cherished them all. The three chasers were like his older sisters, Oliver the dad, and the twins those crazy uncles that everybody loves. The quidditch team truly was one big happy family, and he was sad they wouldn't be playing together this year. "If you were just coming over here to rip out my poor heart you've gotten a good start…" he said, sniffling a little.
Hermione laughed along with the three girls. "Oh quiet you big drama queen," said Hermione. Harry mock pouted and stuck his tongue out at the girls and punched Ron, who was also chuckling. Harry slung his arm over Hermione's shoulders and pulled her in to him so she was supporting his weight.
"Careful Mione," he said, "I don't know how much more lead you can pour into my heart. I might not be able to go on."
"You're such a big baby," said Hermione with a laugh.
He grinned at her, that handsome, Potter grin that Sirius had forced him to practice that he guaranteed "got James out of everything".
"I love you too, Mione," he said, and proceeded to land a big, watery kiss on her cheek, smacking his lips as he did so.
"Ewww Harry," said Hermione, wiping her cheek and shoving him away while the others laughed. Harry wasn't worried what other people thought; Hermione and him were brother and sister in everything but blood. That had been established the past three years and this past summer when Hermione had introduced Harry to her parents as her new brother. He laughed with them and slung his arm over her shoulder again as the group continued to walk to the common room.
"I must say, I am sad that we won't be playing together this year," said Alicia.
"Aren't you all going to try out?" asked Ron, looking at the three chasers. "You three are the best chasers in the school, hands down!"
"Aww, thanks Ronnie," said Angelina, smiling at him. "We are going to try out; probably our whole team will. But the probabilities of us all making it are pretty slim out of all four houses. They would essentially be picking the whole Gryffindor quidditch team minus Oliver as keeper-
"GET THE SNITCH OR DIE TRYING!" yelled Harry, Katie and Alicia, raising their fists in the air in tribute of their graduated captain. Angelina continued on as if this was a normal occurrence between the group (which it was) "-if that was true, and the other houses will probably throw a fit."
"But if you're all the best than Madame Hooch will have pick you all! The other houses won't be able to complain since she's unbiased towards houses," said Hermione. "Well, unless Harry here has trouble flying, what with all the extra weight from his newly overinflated ego," she said, smirking at him.
"Hey!" said Harry, amidst the laughter.
"Well, I guess we'll all go to tryouts and see what happens," said Katie, still giggling at the pouting Harry.
When they finally got there, Ron gave the password and they all climbed inside to see the twins and Lee Jordan huddled together.
"Uh-oh," said Harry loudly. "This looks like trouble."
"Ahh, ickle-Harrikins!" said George (or it might have been Fred, he wasn't sure.)
"We were just over here-" said Fred (or whoever the other twin was)
"thinking of ways-"
"to bypass Dumbles age line-"
"and enter the tournament!"
The three chasers shook their heads, and Ron ran over to see what they came up with.
"Right, well as I have no interest whatsoever in doing that, I'll see you all tomorrow morning. I'm wiped. Ladies," he said, giving Hermione a proper kiss on the cheek and waving slightly to Katie, Alicia, and Angelina. "Gred, Forge, gentlemen," he saluted to the boys, and walked up to the dorms. He got dressed for bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
Authors Note: French sentences in this story is mostly incorrect (that's what I get for using google translate) since I in no way speak French. But to go back and change it would take some time...and frankly I don't really feel like it. Lol but maybe when the story is over I'll go back and correct it. I hope you enjoy the story, regardless!