A/N: I'm sorry for the update being a bit late, but I had a very busy school week and last weekend was busy, since I do have a social life…. sometimes. Lol. This chapter is a lot longer than my other chapters from any story I think. Most of it is of Dumbledore's speech, which I got from the book so anything that Dumbledore says or the twins' conversation with the trio, and their shock of the news, is straight from the book. When Dumbledore says the time was ripe to reinstate the tournament, I think that's BS. Since Voldemort is still around, but then again some thought he was dead and he did lose his power. But anyways that's just my opinion. Enjoy!

The Tri-Wizard Tournament

Fred was strolling down the hallways of the train, looking for his better half. As in his idiotic brother who is too much of a feminist he could be gay or he's just manly enough not to be gay. Either way, he found him snogging Alicia. Well that's no surprise. He always fancied her. 'About time he acted on his feelings, too.' He knocked once and slid the doorway. Alicia started blushing and so did George. Fred only smirked.

"George may I talk to you?"

"Um, sure." George went outside and close the door shut.

"Not getting along well with Cece?"

"How'd do you know? And why do you have the right to call her that?"

"Not jealous, are we? Were just friends."

"Well, how do you know I came to complain?"

"Because that's all you do and she tells me she doesn't like you."

Fred looked crestfallen.

"I'm sorry, little bro."

"Anyway, I came to tell you to drop her from our business venture."

"No way! She's too good. Her ideas are better than ours."

"Really?" He seemed to disagree with this. "How?"

"She told me of an idea called Canary Cream. Where whosoever eats it, becomes a canary."

"Sweet…Wait, no! She's a girl and you said it, she hates me!"

"You two work that out but she's not leaving from this!"

George didn't have time for silly romantic squabbles.

"George? George don't you dare walk away from me! GEORGE!"

You guessed it, he left.

The rest of the train ride was spent in silence between Ciara and Fred. He understands that his teasing could have affected her deeply but that's in the past. Can't she just move on? Well, she is a girl. They can hold grudges until their 60.

Fred got into a carriage with his friends. There's no way in hell will he spend another moment with her. Too bad they share the same common room. From now on, he dislikes her…a lot.

They arrived to the gates and climbed up the step of Hogwarts castle, greeted by winged boars. As soon, as they sat in their seats in the Great Hall, the sorting ceremony began.

'God, can't she hurry it up a bit? I'm starving!' His eyes roamed down the table and saw Ciara. 'She really is pretty. No, she's beautiful. Too bad she hates me.'

By this time, Professor McGonagall finally finished. As soon as Dumbledore gave the issuance, plates filled up with piles of food. Fred started eating madly. He felt like he could eat a hippogriff (?).

After all were well fed, Dumbledore stood up to begin his annual beginning of term speech.

"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the lists of objects forbidden inside the castle this year has been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some 437 items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He continued, "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

Fred and George were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak.

Dumbledore went on, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy--- but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts---"

Dumbledore was interrupted by a loud clunking sound on the floor. A man in a dark cloak, wet from the rain, walked in. He seemed to have a wooden leg. And a glass eye which rolled around constantly, creeping the students out. He had a staff, they assumed to help him walk. The stranger reached Dumbledore and shook his hand. The stranger sat down to Dumbledore's right.

"May I introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? said Dumbledore brightly into the silence. "Professor Moody."

"As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Tri-Wizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

'Did I hear what I thought I just heard?'

"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly.

The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said," though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar…"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

" Er—but maybe this is not the time…no…" said Dumbledore, "where was I? Ah, yes, the Tri-Wizard Tournament…well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely."

'Hm, this should be interesting.' Ciara thought.

"The Tri-Wizard Tournament was first established some 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the 3 largest European schools for wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the 3 champions competed in 3 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."

Many of the students had started whispering excitedly to one another, no one was worried about deaths that happened hundreds of years ago.

"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 his or herself in mortal danger.

The Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short listed contenders in October, and the selection of the 3 champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Tri-Wizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

"I'm going for it!" Fred Weasley hissed down the table his face lit with enthusiasm at the prospect of such glory and riches.

'Typical. If he wins, this will surely boost his ego to the size of a giant.' Ciara contemplated this with a decent amount of disdain.

He was not the only person who seemed to be visualizing himself as the Hogwarts champion. At every House table, people were either gazing raptly at Dumbledore, or else whispering fervently to their neighbors. But then Dumbledore spoke again, and the Hall quieted once more.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Tri-Wizard Cup to Hogwarts," he said," the Heads of the participating schools along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age--- that is to say, seventeen years or older--- will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This"--- Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious--- "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth or seventh year will be able to cope with them."

"I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred's and George's mutinous faces. "I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall.

"They can't do that!" said George Weasley, who had not joined the crowd moving toward the door, but was standing up and glaring at Dumbledore. "We're seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot?"

"They're not stopping me entering," said Fred stubbornly, also scowling at the top table. "The champions'll get to do all sorts stuff you'd never be allowed to normally. And a thousand Galleons prize money!"

"Aw, my poor Georgey poo, can't fulfill your dream now can you? Well, I hope you get in, that way we can have the money for the you-know-what." By the end of her statement, Ciara had lowered her voice making the Golden Trio look at her oddly.

"Let's hope so."

'If only she can talk to me like that.' Of course Ciara wouldn't know this or ever if he could help it.

"Who's this impartial judge who's going to decide who the champions are?" said Harry.

"Dunno," said Fred, '"but it's them we'll have to fool. I reckon a couple of drops of Aging Potion might do it, George…."

"Dumbledore knows your not of age, though," said Ron.

"Yeah, but he's not the one who decides who the champion is, is he?" said Fred shrewdly. "Sounds to me like once this judge knows who wants to enter, he'll choose the best from each school and never mind how old they are. Dumbledore's trying to stop us giving our names."

"People have died, though!" said Hermione in a worried voice, they walked through a door concealed behind a tapestry and started up another, narrower staircase.

"Yeah," said Fred airily, "but that was years ago, wasn't it? Anyway, where's the fun without a bit of risk?"

They made their way up to the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, which was concealed behind a large portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" she said as they approached.

"Balderdash," said George, "a prefect downstairs told me."

The twins crossed the common room to their dormitory for some much needed sleep. They found Lee already in bed.

"Hey," Lee said, "this Tournament business seems bloody brilliant, eh? Too bad we can't enter."

"Oh, but we will, aren't we Fred?"

"We sure are, George."

"Oh, no. Please don't include me. I always end up in detention, with feathers, bruises, or a missing head."

"Suit yourself. But you'll be missing out." replied Fred.

He undressed, went to his drawers, retrieved his PJs, and got into bed.

"Good night, George, Lee." said Fred.

"Good night, Fred, Lee." said George.

"Goodnight, Fred, George." said Lee.

Fred almost immediately drifted into dreams of glory, riches, the Tri-Wizard Cup in his hands and a proud Ciara beaming.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review! It makes my day and I'd love to hear critiques or good stuff.