2ND SEPTEMBER 2014
The next morning, as per usual, Braedey woke up at quarter-to-seven before everyone else woke up. He got washed and dressed into his Hogwarts uniform before heading into his suitcase to check on both magical and prehistoric creatures. Since they had reached their full size, Braedey had to make sure they were all well and had plenty of food and drink.
Once that was done, Braedey then heads on down to the common room to study before classes. Eddie was up too as he passed a piece of parchment to his friend.
"New timetables, mate. Just came in the mailbox. Here, take a look." Eddie said.
Braedey sat on the couch as he read his timetable once, twice, then three times. "Well, loads of changes: still got Defence Against The Dark Arts with Gryffindor, Herbology with the Hufflepuffs, and Potions with Slytherin. The rest,... I don't know what's going on here?"
"Yeah, that got me as well. The rest of the subjects, we're on our own." Eddie pointed out. "I think we're sharing the rest of our classes with the exchange students."
"Fantastic! We'll be able to spend more time with my American friends." Braedey smiles happily. "But then, there's Hermione."
"What about her?" Eddie questioned.
"Let's just say, Hermione and Jasmine kinda hate each other. I gonna have to make a choice between either one of them." Braedey pointed out.
"Yeah, you do. Hermione maybe the brightest witch. But Jasmine... she can sing so good, and you did a duet as well. Besides, you're not gonna be at Hogwarts for long." Eddie pointed out.
"True." Braedey nodded his head. "Definitely not this term, but probably the next. Our OWLs are coming up, and if I'm gonna become an Auror or a Magizoologist, I need to get top marks."
"Definitely! But we gotta resolve this relationship issue fast, before the wands are drawn." Eddie pointed out as the two continued to chat before heading down to breakfast.
~*~*~
After breakfast, it was Defence Against The Dark Arts, first thing in the morning as Mad-Eye writes his name on the board.
"Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror. Ministry malcontent. And your new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end! Any questions?" Moody began.
Braedey and Terry looked at each other, both having the same thought on their minds. 'Yep, Mad-Eye Moody is definitely off his rocker.' They thought.
"When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" Moody asked.
For the first time ever, Braedey had never heard of these three Unforgivable Curses up until now as Hermione answers. "Three, sir."
"And they are named?" Moody asked.
"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will...."
"Earn you a one-way ticket to AZKABAN!!" Moody bellowed out as he writes 'Unforgivable' on the board. "Correct. Now the Ministry says you're too young to see what curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared. You need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!!"
"Aw, no way." Seamus quietly complained to the others. "The old codger can see out the back of his head."
Moody suddenly threw the chalk across the classroom. "And hear across the classrooms!! So, which curse shall we see first? Weasley!! Stand. Give us a curse."
Ron slowly got to his feet. "Yes... well, my dad did tell about one. The Imperious Curse." He answered.
"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 made a strange noise as he opened up a jar and broke out some kind of spider. "Hello! What a beauty. Engorgio! Imperio!"
He suddenly flicked his wand, sending the spider flying onto Dean's desk, then onto Crabbe's head. "Don't worry. Shes completely harmless!" Moody then hovered the spider over Ron's head, his face in complete fright. "But if she bites... she's lethal." Moody then noticed Draco laughing. "What are you laughing at?" Moody said as he sent the spider onto Malfoy's face. Braedey and Terry howled in laughter as they pointed their fingers at him.
Moody laughs as well. "Talented, isn't she?! What shall I have her do next? Jump out of the window?" The spider flew towards the window but stopped. "Drown herself?" Moody now hovered the spider over a bucket of water before bringing it back to him. "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You Know Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperious Curse. But here's the rub; how do we sort out the liars?" Moody then noticed Neville. "Longbottom, is it? Up. Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology. Give is a curse."
"There's the um.... the Cruciatus Curse." Neville uttered out.
"Correct, correct. Particularly nasty." Moody nodded in confirmation, now gesturing Neville to the front desk. "The torture curse. Crucio!" Suddenly, the spider rolled around in obliterating pain as Neville started to feel the pain, so does Harry and Braedey. Hermione stared over at all three of them.
"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering them, stop it!" Hermione shouted out, her voice cracking in sadness and concern.
Moody does stop, much to the spider, Neville, Braedey, and Harry's relief, as the former now brought the spider to Hermione. "Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse, Miss Granger."
Hermione takes a few deep breaths. "The killing curse."
Moody nodded in confirmation as he then aimed his wand at the spider. "Avada Kedavra!" The spider now dropped dead in a flash of green as Harry and Braedey look on.
Moody stepped back. "The killing curse. Only one person has been known to survive this curse, and he's sitting in his room." He then eyed Harry.
Braedey look3: at Terry before uttering, "He's flippin' insane."
~*~*~
"What gives him the right to perform those unforgivable curses in a class, in front of teenagers who some possibly have bad childhood days?!!" Terry called out as he and Braedey walked to Charms with Flitwick.
"No, you're right. That's not the Moody my mother knows. Something is off about him, I can tell." Braedey pointed out.
"What is it with you suspecting something bad will happen?" Ashley suddenly spoke to Braedey as she and Vanessa join in. "But on the plus side, we're all in most subjects together."
"From my experience, it could be worse than last time. Maybe he's some sort kind of criminal mastermind, Vanessa." Braedey said. "That's a good thing. I mean, who could possibly ruin this year?" He questioned.
As the group walks on to Charms, Hermione watched on in disgust as her boyfriend was now hanging out with his new Ilvermorny friends; they were now becoming a headache to her. However, Hermione had her eyes on Jasmine, her rival in the race to win Braedey's heart. Not only was Jasmine more beautiful, but she could sing so well.
It was here that Hermione knew, if she couldn't have Braedey, she would take him by force as a plan hatches in her mind.
~*~*~
3RD SEPTEMBER 2014
There was only 24 hours ago until the Triwizard champions would be chosen. Cedric had already put his name into the Goblet as a yellow ring with runes surround it. It was a sorcerer age-line, conjured up by Braedey who gave Dumbledore a hand since a wizard age-line can be stopped. Braedey knew Fred and George would try anything in the book to enter the Triwizard Tournament, even make themselves older to slip through the age-line.
Braedey was with Harry and Ron as they looked at the Goblet, the blue flame itself illuminating the room. "Eternal glory, be brilliant, wouldn't it? In three years from now, we'll be old enough to be chosen."
"You do realise that we would already have graduated before the next Triwizard Tournament has happened." Braedey pointed out to Ron, as cheering was then heard, indicating the arrival of Fred and George into the Great Hall. "Oh, show time."
"Thank you, thank you! Well, lads, we've done it!" George calls out.
"Cooked it up just this morning!" Fred added.
"It's not going to work!" Hermione smiled as she said it in a sing-song voice.
Fred and George sat at Hermione's level. "Oh yeah. And why's that?"
Hermione looked at the barrier. "This is an Age-Line, only a sorcerer like Braedey could draw it to prevent anyone under 17 from entering it."
"So?" Fred said.
"So, a wizard/sorcerer hybrid like Grindelwald couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dim-witted such as an age potion." Hermione added in simply.
"That's why it's so brilliant! Because it's so pathetically dim-witted!" The Weasley twins then put their plan into action. "Ready, Fred? Ready, George?"
"Bottoms up." The twins then down the potion like shot glasses before jumping through the Age-Line. "Yeah!"
"I thought you said the sorcerer Age-Line was impervious to everything? Even Potions." Cedric whispered to Braedey.
"Wait for it." Braedey simply said.
Fred and George now put their names into the fire. A moment goes by, and they thought they did it, when suddenly, they were both sent flying out by the age-line. As they got up, both Fred and George both had grey hair, and grey beards. Braedey chuckled in reaction, others laughing as well.
"You said! You said!" Both Fred and George proceed to beat the hell out of each other after their failed attempt, with everyone cheering them on, as Hermione goes back to her reading and writing.
The doors of the Great Hall then opened as silence suddenly falls. Viktor Krum entered the hall, along with the other Durmstrang students, and he puts his name in the Goblet. He looked at Hermione for a few seconds with a smirk on his face.
Braedey scowled as he suddenly got up and storms out, not before growling quietly at the Durmstrang students as he storms past.
~*~*~
4TH SEPTEMBER 2014
Finally, the day had arrived. The clock struck midnight, the bell ringing out across the whole school. Everyone had gathered in the Great Hall to bear witness for the champions selection.
Dumbledore stands in front of the Goblet. "Sit down, please. And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, the champions selection!"
Dumbledore dimmed the flaming lights with a wave of his hand before turning to the Goblet, awaiting its decision. It glows red before spitting out a piece of parchment as it floats down, Dumbledore caught it. "The champion for Durmstrang is Viktor Krum!"
The Durmstrang students and some Hogwarts sudents cheered for Viktor as he got up to shake hands with Dumbledore before exiting the hall through a side door to the trophy room.
The Goblet turns red again as it spits out another parchment. "The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced.
'So that's the girl who's been giving me the heart eyes all this week.' Braedey thought to himself. The girls cheered for Fleur as she shook hands with Dumbledore. She then smiled sweetly at Braedey before leaving the room.
Next up was the champion for Ilvermorny. "The Ilvermorny champion for Ilvermorny is.... Isabelle Levinson!"
Braedey joined in with the Ilvermorny students as Isabelle goes up; he never knew her since she is a Thunderbird 7th-year, her brother Alec being a 6th-year Wampus.
The Goblet flame turns red as it now chooses forth the Hogwarts champion. "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!"
"YES!!" Braedey yelled out as everyone else cheered for Cedric who proceeded to high five Braedey as he walked past. "Welp, four days in,..."
"And nothing bad has happened." Braedey and Terry finished at the same time.
"Excellent! We now have our four champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions... this vessel of victory... the Triwizard Cup!" Dumbledore announced, now revealing the very cup itself.
Unfortunately, before Dumbledore could go on, the Goblet suddenly turned red again as everyone goes quiet, looking at the Goblet in confusion, the flames all getting stronger. Suddenly, two pieces of parchment fly out of the Goblet in quick succession The two pieces of parchment began to float towards the ground for a moment before Dumbledore caught them in each of his hands. Everyone stared in his direction in complete shock and confusion. What was going on? There were only four champions, so only four pieces of parchment were supposed to come out of the fire.
"Harry Potter..."
"Braedey Grindelwald Martin..."
Everyone now looked at Braedey and Harry as soon as their names were announced. Braedey was now very shocked and bewildered; he never put his name in the Goblet in the first place, his hands were clean. He looked at Jasmine.
"Get up there. It's okay. I promise." Jasmine whispered.
Braedey slowly gets up. He then nudges Harry. "On your feet."
Harry and Braedey slowly walked towards the platform, the American with his hand on his wand which was in his wand holster, ready to whip it out at a moment's notice. Dumbledore gave them both a stern look as they headed out via a side door.
"They're cheats!" One person called.
"They're not even seventeen!" Someone suddenly said next.
"SHUT UP!" Terry, Cho and Eddie shouted back.
The two both could feel the stares and the glares from everyone in the room. People were shocked, confused, and angry. It felt like an eternity walking down the aisle towards Dumbledore, but they finally made it up there. After a moment, Braedey and Harry head towards a separate room - the trophy room - where they were going to have to wait, the doors opening automatically for them.
"Well, this is taken a turn for the worse." Harry pointed out.
"Agreed, Harry." Braedey uttered.
Victor, Fleur, Isabelle, and Cedric all looked confused as to why Braedey and Harry were even in the room. "What iz it?" Fleur asked us. "Do zey want us in ze Hall again?"
Cedric, Fleur, Viktor and Isabelle now heard loads of shouting heading straight for them from the stairs. "Looks like hurricane Dumbledore is making landfall." Braedey muttered.
Dumbledore now stormed into the trophy room, along with McGonagall, Madame Maxime, Karkaroff, and Picquery, with Moody and Crouch.
Dumbledore now stormed towards both Harry and Braedey. "Harry, Braedey, did you put your names in the Goblet of Fire?!"
"NO, sir!" Harry and Braedey answered. "We never did!"
"Did you ask one of the older students to do it gor you?" Dumbledore interrogated.
"No, sir! Hell no!" Harry and Braedey protested. "We never dared ask anyone!"
"You're absolutely sure?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Crystal clear, sir!" Braedey answered for him and Harry.
"But of course they are lying!" Maxine shouted out.
"They're telling the truth. The Goblet Of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could've hoodwinked it." Moody then stepped in. "Magic beyond the talents of a fourth year!"
"Yeah. Listen to Mad-Eye!" Braedey indicated to Moody for support.
"You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye." Karkaroff pointed out; he wasn't happy with this.
"It was once my job to think as dark wizards for, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember?" Moody countered.
"That doesn't help, Alastor. I leave this to you, Barty." Dumbledore now turned to Crouch.
"The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract." Crouch turned to everyone's after pausing for a few seconds. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Martin have no choice. They are, as of tonight, Triwizard champions."
'Oh, hell. Here we go again.' Braedey thought to himself.
"The first task will take place on the twenty-fourth of November." Crouch spoke up in a trembling voice. "This task will test your daring, so you will not know what you will be facing until the date comes around. You are to have no outside help with this task, other than the use of your wands. I wish you all the best of luck."
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Mad-Eye had slipped out of the trophy room unnoticed, as he grinned to himself. He wasn't the real Alastor Moody; he was a Death Eater, working for both Voldemort and the Woman in Black. He was still wondering why Voldemort wanted the American as well as Harry, but didn't question the Dark Lord's motives.
Braedey was now a major threat; he already sent the Woman in Black packing, stopped the Carrows and he's also killed several Death Eaters as well. If Braedey ever discovered who his father is, it was game over.
Voldemort would do anything to swing Grindelwald over to the dark side, or kill him.
Moody hoped no one noticed.
~*~*~
Unfortunately, someone did as Thorton slipped off as well, bringing out a old-fashioned phone he would use for serious emergencies. And this was the right time. Hope Pendragon has been missing for over a year now, and Thorton had a bad feeling about this.
Thorton now dials a number, waiting for a connection to be established. "Terence. Where are you? It's happened. Braedey has been entered into the TriWizard Tournament. We need to find out why. Drop everything and get to Hogwarts as fast as you can. Picquery out."