The 1792 Triwizard Tournament

Hogwarts students Trevor, and his sister Alison are going to enter the Triwizard Tournament at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Trevor wants a second chance after entering in his second year, and not getting chosen. By the way, this Triwizard Tournament is apparently supposed to be at Hogwarts, but I wanted it to be at Beauxbatons, so now it's at Beauxbatons, even though I am normally so strict about getting every detail as accurate as possible. I am also currently writing another fanfic about the marauder's time at hogwarts, and I have been finding as much information as possible. Like everyone who went to hogwarts during their time, who went to hogwarts around their time, even if they didn't go at all during the marauders years at hogwarts, and also figuring out exactly when they went to hogwarts, and when they were born and stuff. Sorry, I'm done now.

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1. The Triwizard Tournament

"Are you gonna enter?" My little sister asked me excitedly. "I'm gonna enter! This is going to be so cool!" The Triwizard Tournament had happened Once already while I was at Hogwarts, at Durmstrang Institute. This year it was going to be at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and my sister and I were looking forward to it. It had happened already when I was in my second year, but my name hadn't come out of the Goblet. I was hoping now that I was older, I had a better chance. My sister was in her third year now, and she looked about to burst from excitement.

"Don't be silly!" Our mother said. "You'll never get in anyway."

"But Trevor got to enter last time, and he was a year younger then me!" Allison complained. 'I'm going to enter no matter what mum says," she added to me in a whisper. Mum hugged Allison, and sent her and her trunk away to the group of children gathering around the portkey that would take us all to Hogwarts.

"Trevor," my mum called me back. "Look after your sister, make sure she doesn't enter the Tournament."

"Mum, you know her. She's going to enter no matter what anyone says."

"I know," Mum said. "Good luck, and if you do get chosen, try not to get hurt." I sighed.

"Mum, I'll be fine, good bye." I kissed her swiftly on the cheek, and went over to my sister, touching the portkey, which was an empty cardboard box, just as it started to glow blue. Seconds later, we were hurtling forward to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, knocking against each other, until we landed on the hard ground in Hogsmead.

Most of the people around me had fallen over, but after making the journey by portkey six times before, I had managed to keep my balance, though felt a little sick. At least I didn't get severe nausea from the trip, there were some kids who would stay in the hospital wing for a day, missing the feast and the sorting. Some parents even had their kids travel to Hogsmead by floo powder instead. Although in my opinion, floo powder wasn't much better.

"You get used to it," I told a first year who was massaging her shoulder where she had slammed into the ground. Then I reached out my hand to Alison, she took it, and I pulled her to standing position. Together we walked toward the horseless carriages, were the voice of the Gamekeeper, Marvin, was calling the first years to take them to the boats.

By the carriages was a group of my friends, Travis, Marcie, and Kaylie. They had evidently been waiting for me. I invited Alison to join us, but she wanted to find a carriage with her own friends, so I let her go off, and the four of us climbed into the carriage. It was at least another twenty minutes however, before the final group of students arrived, and the carriages started to move.

"You guys think you're going to enter the tournament?" I asked.

"Totally!" Travis replied grinning delightedly. "To bad none of us got it last time thought."

"We were twelve, of course we weren't going to be chosen," Marcie pointed out. "But I'm going for it." We all looked at Kaylie. She hadn't put her name into the Goblet last time.

"Come on Kay." I nudged her gently. "If you don't go, who am I going to take to the Yule Ball?" Kaylie rolled her eyes, but smiled.

"Fine!" she said reluctantly. I grinned at her.

"What did you three do over the summer?" I asked.

"Oh, my mum had a big dinner party, we all had to go. Mum brought Collin of course, biggest mistake ever." Marcie said, sighing. Collin was Marcie's four-year-old brother, and I could only guess that he had started screaming loudly about something or other, or maybe found the food table and started smashing everything, or stuffed himself so full he got sick. Both possibilities seemed equally likely.

"My grandparents stayed for four weeks," Travis said right as we passed through the gate. "It was torture, my grandma still seems to think I'm eight. 'Okay, Travis, time for a bath. Would you like some help?'" He imitated. The four of us burst out laughing.

The carriage soon slowed and came to a stop. I got out first, and held out my hand for Kaylie to take. She did so, and I helped her down to the ground. Together, we climbed the stone steps into the entrance hall, lit with torches. We followed the students in front of us, a group of Slytherin fifth years who were chatting happily upon being reunited, into the Great Hall

We found a seat together at the Gryffindor table. I spotted my sister taking a seat at the Ravenclaw table with a boy named Chase Keeler. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing. Kaylie raised her eyebrows at me, and Nearly Headless Nick, who was floating by, gave me a concerned look.

But it was forgotten a few moments later when the new first years walked in with Professor Burnsworth. Burnsworth placed a large, patched hat on a stool at the front of the hall and the hat began to sing. I didn't really pay attention, I was looking at Kaylie, whose gaze was fixed intently at the front of the room. Her mesmerizing blond hair sparkled in the candle light, and I stared at it for a few seconds. Not that I liked Kaylie for her looks, although she was very beautiful; I liked her because she was smart, and funny, and brave, and she could really kick someone's butt if she wanted to.

Marcie nudged me gently, and I realized my mouth had been hanging open slightly. I physically shook myself, and Marcie had to stifle her giggles in her sleeve. I refocused on the sorting, the song was just ending:

So come and put me on your head,

And I will see your mind

To see what house you'll go to

For me to decide.

The students started to clap, and I joined in. Then Burnsworth pulled out a list of names, and the noise quieted; he began to read.

"Allen, Cora," A small girl walked up to the stool. Looking proud, but nervous, she sat on the stool, placed the hat on her head, and moments later, it called, "Ravenclaw!" and Cora Allen went to join the Ravenclaws. Next, Burnsworth called "Anderson, Melisa," who was sorted into Gryffindor. Austin and Lydia Baker were both sorted into Hufflepuff, and Oscar Cooley became a Gryffindor. I tried to remember my own sorting, six years ago.

"Brown, Trever," Burnsworth called. I stepped up to the stool, and sat down on it, placing the hat carfully on my head. I was glad that the hat covered my eyes, because otherwise I would have had to stare at the hundreds of older students with their eyes fixed directly on me.

"Mmmm..." said the hat slowly. "You're father was in Gryffindor, and you're mother was in Ravenclaw. Yes I can see both of them in you. Your bravery and your brains, both important, but I think you be belong in GRYFFINDOR!" The last word echoed around the hall, and I quickly pulled the hat off of my head. I didn't really like the way it could see into my mind. I hurried down to the Gryffindor table, and looked up again to see "Call, Kaylie," sorted into Gryffindor." She took the empty seat beside me, and Introduced myself.

I jumped suddenly in surprise; Marcie was elbowing me again. The sorting was at the "R"s, "Rzepczynski, Ryan" was being sorted into Slytherin.

"Eight more letter's to go." I groaned, although normally no one's last name began with "X" or "Z." Even so, the sorting finished a lot faster then I had expected (ending on "West, Kenneth.)

Professor Ainsley stood up and began speaking.  "Now, I have many announcements," Many people groaned. "But I am sure you would like to eat first, so let the feast begin." Instantly, the golden plates filled with food, and I chose a nice piece of steak. I began to dig in, when Kaylie tapped me on the shoulder. She grinned at me, and I cut a small piece for her, then I stabbed it with my fork, and held it out to her. She put her hand over mine to steady the fork, and carefully took the piece of with her teeth. If anyone could make eating steak graceful, she did it.

"Ugh, you guys make me sick." Marcie said rolling her eyes. Kaylie rolled her eyes right back. Then smiled at me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and kissed the side of her head softly, then went back to my steak.

Roughly an hour and a half later, the golden plates had cleared, and Ainsley stood up to talk.

"As many of you know, the Triwizard Tournament is taking place this year at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." she said. "There will be a group of those who want to go taken to  Beauxbatons to put their names into the Goblet of Fire, for a chance to be selected to be the champion of Hogwarts. This champion will get to preform a set of three tasks in front of their piers, and our foreign friends. There are three champions, one for each school. The champion with the best score at the end of the Tournament will win it for their school. Good luck. We will be leaving Hogwarts on October the 29th with the group of students who wish to enter. While I am away with the students at Beauxbatons, Professor Burnsworth will act as Headmaster. Lessons start tomorrow, and I encourage you all to get some sleep. Goodnight."

There was a sudden rise in the noise level, as the students began to get out of their seat and make their way to their respective house common rooms. I followed Travis up the marble staircase, Marcie and Kaylie right behind me. We made our way toward Gryffindor Tower, following the steady stream of people.

"What's the password?" I asked Abbey, a prefect in her sixth year.

"Phoenix," Abbey told me before walking off. I repeated the password to the Fat Lady, and she allowed us to enter.

"Goodnight," I told the girls, yawning widely, making Kaylie stifle a yawn of her own.

"night, Trev," she told me. Marcie just waved her hand vaguely, and followed Kaylie, who was starting to make her way up the stairs to the girls' dormitories. Travis and I proceeded to climb the boy's staircase. Our dormitory was at the top of the tower, and by the time we got there, I was fighting back another yawn.

"Long day, huh?" Michael asked when we entered the room. I nodded, and crashed onto my bed. I got up again in a few minutes to change out of my school robes, and into my pajamas. I quickly closed the curtain of my four-poster around me, and undressed. When I was done changing, I laid back down on my pillow, and dropped into a deep sleep.

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Okay, well, that's that, I hope who ever will read this likes it. Please feel free to comment your 100% honest opinion. If this is the worst thing you have ever read, I encourage you to tell me so. But please be polite. By the way, saying "No offense" right before you tell me I'm a terrible writer is NOT polite. It will still be offensive. Thank you.

BTW, I am sorry about the Sorting Song, I am a terrible poet.

Chapter 2--Transfiguration is coming WED. August 20, 2014!

I'm not expecting people to like this very much, because no one really knows the characters.  And if you agree with this, again, I encourage you to tell me so. Thank you.

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