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AN: So sorry guys this slowed down, school got rather crazy. Hoping to get another chapter out in the next few weeks. Thanks for reading and sticking with me!
Chapter 19
The Goblet of Fire
September passed in a blur of classes, fights with Ginny, and sleepless nights. I could not shake the feeling that something bad was coming, but I kept it to myself. My father continued to ignore me, and the longer that I was away from the Mikaelsons the more I began to worry about what they did when I wasn’t there. I understood violence now, and I didn’t think that it was the answer to everything, but if I told them I was sure that it would be their answer. Instead, I kept my nerves to myself; at least as best as I could. Harry, although busy with school, had made a point to continue to spend time with me. Since waking up together in the Common Room on the first night back, we had rarely been out of the school's gossip, but though I expected him to give me up after the drama he stayed. In fact, most of our classmates now believed that we were seeing each other. Harry and I tried to deny the rumours, but it was essentially a pointless endeavour. They were set in their beliefs, and gradually Harry and I were coming to laugh privately at how wrong the rumours were rather than trying to correct them. Ginny and I continued to avoid each other, so I avoided Gryffindor Tower as much as I could. It started as just working in the library, but then I had finally taken the time to explore the castle; searching for new study spaces.
It had only taken me a week before I found myself back in front of the portrait hole to the enchanted room that I had been given the previous year. Thankfully, the password was the same. The grimoires were gone, but I realized, I didn't miss them. I’d left them with the Mikaelsons when I came back to Hogwarts because I still had yet to do a spell after June. Annoyed with the empty shelves, however, I filled them with my own school books, doing my best to ignore the way that the room still felt empty. I worked at the large table, finishing my assignments almost as fast as the professors could give them, and whiling away the rest of my hours reading random books from the library. In the early fall it was nice to open all the windows in the room and, to my joy, one September afternoon, a large black female owl fluttered in through the window. I smiled when I saw her even though she gave me a haughty look, and I felt a pang of guilt. In all the chaos, I had been quite the bad owner for Zinnia, the owl that my father had given me for my 11th birthday. I had left Zinnia the owl at the castle for the summers because I knew that she would be well cared for along with the school owls, and traveling to Muggle rental houses meant that Zinnia couldn't come. Moreover, after Nik had given me the kitten Reeba in my first year, she had easily taken most of my attention. After the Christmas fiasco a year ago Reeba had been left behind during the attack that cost my tutor, Gwyn, her life. Although her death had never been confirmed, I knew the Mikaelsons and their determination to make sure that I had everything I could ever want. Reeba's failure to reappear was as much a confirmation as I was going to get without asking outright. Since Zinnia’s pointed appearance in my study room, I had vowed to be a better owner for her. Spending more time with the owl, I realized that she was actually a good companion.
By October, Zinnia was less hostile towards me. Mostly, I thought, it was because I would give her bits of bacon when he came to visit me during the mealtime post deliveries, but I didn’t really care. When I was in my study room, she would flutter by, and I'd cast a window open to let her come in and sit with me. It was nice to have her company, especially since the rest of my friends and classmates knew nothing about this room.
Outside, the leaves on the trees gradually changed, but for the most part my self-imposed social isolation continued on. I forced myself to spend a few afternoons a week in the library where Hermione often joined me to waylay suspicion. What I almost liked more was when no one else was around, and Draco would surface. He still hadn't guessed about Harry and I, but it was not for lack of trying. He began to ritually appear after even Hermione had packed, attempting to get me to admit my purported feelings for Harry. At times, his attempts were so frustrating that it was all I could do not to laugh outright to his face.
It was not until the week before Halloween that the school rumour mill began to shift away from Harry and I. While there had been excitement throughout the term about the prospect of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and Moody’s classes usually drew weekly discussions, the poster that appeared at the bottom of the main staircase beat them all. We were to be let out of classes early in order to welcome students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. I read the sign in silence before proceeding to transfiguration. Of course, I thought, it had be on Halloween. I hated the timing, and the notion of welcoming strangers and being in the centre of a gossip mill on Halloween night was far from appealing. With thoughts of Halloween circling, I went to my potions class the next day and when my father continued to ignore me I actually considered making my cauldron explode or something so that he’d have to look at me, maybe even give me a detention. Instead, I controlled my emotions and the class went without drama. I filed out at the end of it with my peers before separating from them and rushing to my private room where I batted angrily at the tears. I hated being so vulnerable, but I couldn’t help it. I was frustrated and hurt and there was no stopping that.
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On Halloween morning I skipped breakfast, not feeling very cheery in spite of my peers' excitement. I sat quietly in my classes that day, skipping lunch as well when I couldn’t handle sitting and pretending to be happy during my lunch break. I also knew that I would be required at the greeting event and subsequent feast. I had not been alone in noticing the care that had been taken to ensure that the castle looked its best. I was sure that all of the professors would be strict about us looking our best as numerous points were taken while detentions were going out left and right for even the smallest of uniform violations.
When I finally got out of my morning classes I fled to my room, however, it was not as empty as I had expected. My father sat in a chair by the fire place. It was not an exceptionally cold day, but he had lit a fire, and was staring into it, apparently lost in thought. I froze in the door, the portrait behind me thumping closed, and startling my father.
"Rowena," he looked up, and I felt a tinge of anger rush through me.
"What are you doing here?" I let my book bag clatter to the floor as I glared.
"I wanted to see you." my father replied evenly, his voice sounding almost guarded.
"Really? Because last time I checked you were doing your best to avoid me." I picked up my book bag and headed for the desk, pointedly turning my back to my father. I had wanted him to appear for so long, and now he finally did, but it made me so angry. Was it now only up to his whims when I got to see him?
"Rowena," my father's tone held a note of warning, "you know that what I've done is only-"
"To keep me safe, right? Yeah, I know." I whirled back around to face him. "So then, why are you here now? Isn't this a threat? Aren't you afraid someone's going to see?" I heard my voice rising, but couldn't make myself care.
"It will be safe enough here." my father replied carefully.
"Oh, so it's safe to see me here? Then why haven't you come before?" I demanded almost desperately. “It’s not like I haven’t spent almost all fall here and I know you have the time!”
“Stop!” my father growled, jumping to his feet in one fluid motion. “Rowena you need to listen to me, I’ve not been talking to you because it's not safe! We don't have a lot of time, and I wanted to see you-“
"Well, it's been two months since the start of term and you've had the chance to see me each and every day. It's not my fault that you never looked at me for more than a few seconds or that you ignore me in class." I spat, and my father, normally such an intimidating presence actually seemed to retreat.
"I came to see you because I miss you. I can't look at you or talk to you or see you normally because there are stirrings in the magical community, the Dark Lord's followers are rising again, Rowena, and I refuse to make you a target or to drag you into it as my daughter. I can see, however, I'm not welcome, so I will take my leave." my father said, and then he marched out of the room, his black robes billowing out behind him.
The thump of the portrait hole closing behind him sounded much louder than it actually was in the still room. As soon as it closed I felt a pit of regret begin to burn in my belly. Angrily, I kicked at the foot of a chair, feeling a small modicum of relief when my toe throbbed in response before tears sprang to my eyes. I cried alone in the empty room, wallowing in my guilt until the bell rang to signal the warning for afternoon classes. I wiped at my eyes, but knowing I could do little else I went to transfiguration, keeping my head down.
Throughout the class, I kept to myself as had become a habit because Ginny had joined with Eva and Amanda and Colin always worked with Aaron and Sam. Although I didn’t think my classmates noticed, but nothing seemed to slip past Professor McGonagall. So, at the end of the lesson she asked me to stay behind.
“Is everything alright, Rowena?” she asked, her stern appearance softening as the door shut behind the last of my peers.
“It’s Halloween.” I shrugged.
“Have you spoken to Severus?” she asked, and my face flushed.
“We had a row.” I admitted uncomfortably and she lifted an eyebrow in question. “He just showed up in my study room like he hadn’t been ignoring me.” I found myself scowling while McGonagall pursed her lips.
“I see.” she said, and I looked hesitantly over at her.
“I know, I shouldn’t have yelled at him,” I hesitated.
“Oh yes you should have.” she said, before seeming to think better of the words and it was my turn to look at her. She sighed. “Severus loves you very much Rowena, but he’s used to doing things a certain way. Because Elijah raised you he hasn’t had much practice at parenting, but not speaking to you for a whole quarter term, that is not how things should be done. I will personally help make sure that you two can speak, if it’s discovery he’s worried about. Guests coming or not, we’re smarter than he gives us credit for.”
“I’m not sure he wants to see me, especially not after I yelled at him.” I admitted.
“You just let me take care of that, Rowena.” she replied, and then, unexpectedly, she reached forward and hugged me. Until the older witch embraced me, I had not realized how lonely I had become. I hugged her back, feeling relieved to have her support, and feeling slightly foolish for not thinking to come to her before. Over the past two years that I had been at school Minerva McGonagall had always supported my father and I. Privately, I thought she had a rather soft spot for my dad, though she might not admit it. During my years though she had said time and time again to come to her if there were problems. There were few enough people who knew my parentage, and what she said was true, even if I could not publicly be seen with my father, being seen with my head of house was another thing and she had the power to arrange secret meetings and covers for both of us.
“Thank you.” I smiled at her when I finally drew back, feeling suddenly lighter than I had ever felt before.
“Any time, Rowena.” Minerva replied, then straightened up. “Now, hurry and put your book bag away, we’re expected to greet our guests.” she instructed, and I nodded, hurrying out with a new feeling of hope growing in my belly.
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I hid myself in the Gryffindor group, away from Ginny as we filed out towards the Great Hall. Around me there were excited whispers, but my stomach continued to knot and churn as I couldn’t stop thinking about my dad and our earlier fight. I wanted to run and to find him, to apologize even though everyone would see. Instead, I stood by and tried to find excitement first in the huge flying palominos with their powder-blue carriage and then in the Durmstrangs’ ship. Although the Beauxbatons turned many heads with their blue silk uniforms, it was the Durmstrang students who garnered the most interest, though even then it was really only one student: Victor Krum. I had seen him at the Quidditch World Cup, and while he was an impressive player the only distraction that I had from my internal misery was a boy who walked beside Karkaroff, their headmaster. He was tall and handsome, I supposed, and for a moment our eyes had met before I let myself be swept up in the crowd pushing to follow the foreign students into the castle.
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Once inside, I found myself a seat beside Harry. My brother smiled at my presence, and I mustered one in return though I wondered if it was at all convincing because Harry looked more worried.
Down the table, Ginny sat down with Eva and Colin, she glanced at me and then moved farther away, ensuring that there were several empty seats were between us.
"Is she still mad at you?" Hermione asked and I shrugged. "Well, if you're ever lonely, I could always use a hand with the SPEW." I offered Hermione an attempted smile, but it did not appear any better than my previous attempt with Harry had been. "At least think about it?" she offered before Professor Dumbledore rose, and the hall quieted. While Professor Dumbledore spoke, I marshalled myself. I had messed up earlier, but I could not simply stew all evening long, that wasn’t right either. Instead, I steeled myself and resolved to be better at least for the evening. Minerva would speak to my father, and hopefully I could apologize to him as well, and then I would start again.
"At the beginning of the school year I announced that Hogwarts would play host to the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It is now with the utmost pleasure that I welcome our guests into the castle so, without further ado, please join me in welcoming the students of Beauxbatons Academy!" The eyes of the great hall shifted from our headmaster to the doorway where the mass of students in blue silk robes reappeared. Now that students were seated and the huge Palomino horses were gone the Beauxbatons students had the focus of all attention. Although there were several handsome boys, the attention of the hall seemed fixed on the high number of female students that Beauxbatons had. All of the pupils appeared to be older, and I was certain that every male in the hall had become dumbstruck as they caught on to the girl in the lead. She was tall, blonde, and very beautiful, even in her powder blue uniform. I had to admit though, the looks of slack-jawed awe that adorned the boys were almost laughable.
Across the way I couldn’t help but smirk as I caught sight of even Draco almost drooling over the girl. If only I had a camera I found myself thinking, and then I turned, catching Colin's eye. Of course he too was peering after the Beauxbatons girl, and I snagged his camera. The flash caught Draco's attention and I smirked before turning it on my own dazed Gryffindor comrades. I caught Ginny's eye by mistake and she rolled her eyes at me in a friendly manner before seeming to remember that we were fighting. She looked away quickly, but I reflected: some gut reaction habits were just too hard to break. I also realized that I hoped it meant that or friendship was reparable. What Ginny had said about my being a bad friend held some worth. I simply did not want to draw more people into my messes. It was hard enough for me to cope and yet, I knew that Ginny herself had been through a lot as well with the Tom Riddle ordeal in our first year. Perhaps then, I reflected, we were a lot more similar than we liked to acknowledge. Still, if we could make things work, I thought, then I would be a better friend, I vowed. I glanced across to Hermione who looked equally unimpressed and realized that if I was really serious about making a change to my persona then I should begin by also helping Hermione with her pet project since she was a friend as well. SPEW, or the Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare, however, was not exactly the way that I hoped to spend my free time. Hermione is still a good friend though, she's kept your secrets and she wants to be there for you, I reasoned and decided to spend a few hours each week with her even if I wasn't sure that the elves even appreciated her efforts.
The Headmistress of Beauxbatons was a giant woman whose stature matched Hagrid’s. She was dressed in silk robes as well, and carried herself with an almost regal dignity. She greeted Professor Dumbledore with a kiss to each cheek before the girls settled themselves at the Ravenclaw table, to the rest of the male occupants’ disappointment. Ron was particularly vocal in his disappointment, craning his head to try to catch another glimpse of the blonde girl.
"And now, please join me in welcoming our friends from Durmstrang!" Professor Dumbledore called, breaking the apparent spell that had overtaken the Hogwarts boys. I sighed, preparing myself as the doors slammed open again, though I couldn’t help but look around for the boy I’d seen in the courtyard earlier. I watched as the students passed in the trim brown robes that accentuated their solid statures. Where most of the Beauxbatons students seemed to be slender girls, there were far more athletically-stocky male students from Durmstrang. Sure, I had caught myself looking at Draco before, but the way that I watched the incoming male students was something else entirely. I stared just as shrewdly as the boys had been a few moments before, searching for the one boy I’d seen, but before I could be caught and called out, everyone was staring because Victor Krum entered our hall.
"Krum!"
"Is it really him?"
"Merlin's beard it is!"
"I know it's him! I stare at his poster everyday!"
"He's even handsomer in person!"
"Reckon I can get an autograph?"
"Do you think he'd show us some moves?"
I regarded the famous quidditch player, but as he passed I again caught the gaze of the boy from the courtyard. He walked behind Krum, at the side of the school's headmaster. He had dark eyes and dark hair that showed a hint of a wave. There was no compromise in his erect posture and my, I thought, what a figure it was. I blushed as he held my gaze and forced my eyes to continue, pausing on the headmaster. He too glanced in my direction, and I fought another shiver. I did not try to read peoples' auras but neither could I completely ignore them. His magic was dark I knew and, with a start, I recognized a strain of the evil taint. A death eater, I realized, this man had the same strain of dark magic that infused my father's aura but, where it was weak in my father it was strong in this man. I shivered and looked away, still aware of the scrutiny that I seemed to be under. The feeling lessened only after the man turned to address Professor Dumbledore with such enthusiasm that I was certain he was faking it. Down the table from us, Ron was trying even more desperately to get Krum to sit with us than he had with the Beauxbatons students. Instead, Krum and his compatriots found seats at the Slytherin table, though Ron continued to dream of being able to host Krum in his dormitory. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I kept finding my gaze drifting back to the tall handsome figure who remained at Krum’s side. Conveniently, Draco rose and placed himself beside the two boys, making it easier to find them in the sea of dark heads.
The rest of the feast I found I paid little attention to my food, though I doubted that anyone was truly interested in it. Conversations were running wild what with Krum’s appearance, the beautiful girl, and the Tri-Wizard Cup’s beginning, everyone was excited. When the food was finally finished, everyone turned to look expectantly at the Head Table. With the excitement over the newcomers finished I realized that there were several other strangers seated there. Ministry officials, I assumed as they sat close to Professor Dumbledore. Down the table, the headmaster of Durmstrang sat beside my father whose scowl had, if possible, deepened.
Professor Dumbledore rose first, announcing the rules of the tournament to my own brother’s disappointment. Only witches and wizards above the age of seventeen would be allowed to enter. Personally, I was glad; at least this year it meant that neither Harry nor I could end up in any more danger than we already had attracted. Relaxing because I knew that Harry’s conversation with Ron about entering and winning was only fantasy. I listened as my other classmates talked about the glory that the tournament could bring them, and knew that it wasn’t worth it for me. I had enough danger in my life, as did Harry and no amount of glory could make me want to willingly volunteer for a competition like this. People had died before, and I knew how dangerous even the most popular wizarding sports were. No doubt the age restriction was also because of the Tournament’s danger.
The Trophy, the Twi-Wizard Cup, that Dumbledore revealed was beautiful, but the Goblet of Fire was another matter entirely. I felt a shiver run the length of my spine when a few Ministry wizards unveiled it. When the representative, a Barty Crouch, spoke briefly about the parameters of the competition I ignored him, staring at the Goblet. It had a magical aura, much like the Sorting Hat, but I dared not probe at its power, I had learned nothing if not to be cautious over the past few years and I didn’t want to draw any more attention to myself than was necessary with the number of people in the Hall.
Dumbledore dismissed us shortly afterwards, having given out instructions about how to enter that I had ignored. They didn’t apply to me so I had no need of them. I left the Hall with the rest of the students, but half way up the staircase I heard Professor McGonagall calling my name.
“Why does McGonagall want to talk to you?” Harry asked.
“I had a question about something from class, she was going to look into it.” I lied because of how many ears were present to overhear. “I’ll catch up with you later.” I added and then descended.
“Yes, Professor? Is this about the question I had for you after class?” I asked, and her lips twitched.
“Yes, I investigated the matter. It’s too loud here though, come to my office will you?” she asked and I found myself walking at her side. I thought that I saw my father sweeping towards the dungeons, but the swarm of students quickly pushed Professor McGonagall and I away.
When we made it to the hall with her office we slowed slightly, but kept walking quickly to her office. I closed the door behind her and she proceeded through towards a stretch of what seemed to be bare wall.
“I’ll be in my private quarters, tell your father to alert me when you’re done. He’ll be flooing in. The room’s soundproofed as well, you two both need to talk to each other, as difficult as that may seem.” she said and disappeared. I waited in her office, trying not to snoop, but not quite comfortable just sitting down either.
Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. The fireplace flamed green and my father stepped out of it, scowling.
“What is this about Minerva? What did you want me to-“ he trailed off as he saw me standing alone in the room. “Rowena.” he said simply.
“I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” I mumbled and he sighed.
“Perhaps not, but as Minerva so helpfully reminded me earlier, there was fault on my side as well.” he admitted and I glanced nervously at him, wondering if I was forgiven.
“I missed you, I really wanted to talk to you, but you’ve been ignoring me.” I worried my lip as I waited for his response.
“I thought it was best to keep-“
“Me safe, I know, but I don’t like it.” I interrupted him and he blinked. “I know things are dangerous, that man, Karkaroff, he’s a Death Eater too, isn’t he? The mark’s getting stronger, I can feel its magic, and after the Quidditch World Cup, things are happening, but you’re still my dad and if there’s so much danger then I don’t want to lose you.” I blurted and he sighed.
“You don’t understand what things were like, the situation that we could end up in.” he tried.
“Then stop hiding it from me and tell me! I know I’m thirteen, but it’s not exactly as if I’m like any other thirteen year old. I’ve seen things and I’ve done things before and I can handle knowing but, I can’t handle being closed out without any reasons.” I snapped and for a long moment he was silent, regarding me and, clearly, weighing my argument.
“In the first war, the Dark Lord used peoples’ families to make them serve him. I was a particular asset to him, I do not want him to ever think that using you is an option.” my father moved and sat down, motioning for me to sit opposite him. “I am worried that he is rising to power, or at least that the Dark Magical Community is. There were individuals who enjoyed hurting others, forcing them to do things, and I don’t want them to know about you either. That might even be more dangerous than if the Dark Lord knew. That’s why I’ve been shutting you out, I don’t want any more rumours about you going on.”
“Well, clearly you haven’t heard then that Harry and I are dating.” I rolled my eyes, and I could have sworn his lips twitched. “So, you did hear that one.” I pushed.
“I’m a Professor, not deaf. It’s impossible not to hear that bit of gossip. This school’s terrible about spreading incideous rumours.” my father drawled with a smirk.
“I want Harry to be my brother, publicly.” I blurted and my father’s expression quickly shifted into an impenetrable mask.
“Rowena,” he began.
“I’ve been thinking about it, about how it could work.” my father fixed me with a skeptical look, but remained silent, which I took to be as much of an invitation continue as I would get. “I don’t look like you, not really. It’s my mum that I look like and the older I get the worse it’s going to be. If we try to keep it a secret then we have no control over what’s said or done and it means that Harry and I have to put up with our so-called dating for longer and that no one’s out there protecting him as family. He’s had a hard enough time before, I want him to be able to see me as his sister and not to be ridiculed for it. I want to be able to talk to him without whispering and checking around corners. I want him to live with me and with the Mikaelsons. It’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out and we’re blood-related too if that’s the only reason Harry’s with the Dursleys because why can’t my blood protect him?”
“It’s complicated.” my father replied.
“Then uncomplicate it! Harry would fit in with the Mikaelsons, they like him, and it’s not like it’s too dangerous because I’m there too. I know you’re probably going to say something about us being too big of a target but it’s the Mikaelsons we’re talking about, if they can’t protect us together then who can?” I snapped.
“I can’t uncomplicate it as you so eloquently put it because there is no way to do that. You and Harry have remained separate so that neither of you puts each other in danger either. Not only can Death Eaters use you against me, they could use him then just as I or Harry could be used against you and, if we were to become one happy family as you propose, then I could be used against Harry as well as you.” I swallowed back my disappointment. He had a point, but I suspected that already things were far too complicated. Just because people didn’t know it yet, didn’t mean things weren’t going to come to pass.
“You couldn’t be used, not if they didn’t know I was your daughter.” I said softly and he flinched slightly.
“Rowena, the answer is no, at least not yet.” he met my gaze and I swallowed.
“Something bad’s coming. I can feel it. There’s no other way of explaining it. I lost my mum last time the Wizarding World had a war, and now I have you and Harry. I don’t want to lose my family in this second round, but if something does happen I want to at least be able to have as much time with you as my family, as I can. If it’s so difficult then, you’ve already deceived the Dark Lord, surely you can come up with something.” I stood and marched towards the doorway and my father sighed behind me.
“Rowena.” I paused, not turning around. “I want us to be able to be a family as well, but being an open family is not worth your life.” I felt his warm hand settle on my shoulder. “I will see what I can think of, and you’re right it will eventually come out, but don’t make that decision just yet.” I looked up into his dark eyes and felt a pang of guilt. There were dark bags under them, and privately I thought his hair looked more unkempt than usual. I reached out and hugged him and he returned the gesture, cupping the back of my head as I leaned against him.
“I love you, Rowena.” he murmured.
“I love you too dad.” I replied.
“I promise, I’ll do my best at least for you and Harry to publicly be siblings if this is what you want. You’re right, the truth will come out, you are your mother’s daughter, but it will make things more difficult, more dangerous for you so let me do this? Wait until I have the safeties in place before you let this cat out of the bag?” I met my father’s gaze and held it before nodding.
“Deal.” I agreed and he nodded back.
“Stay away from the Durmstrang students too, will you?” he asked, and I frowned at the change in topic.
“Why?” I demanded in confusion.
“Please, for me?” he asked.
“But why?” I repeated.
“Because that school is known for emphasizing the Dark Arts and Karkaroff would only have brought his best students. They’re smart, they’re looking at everything. If they noticed anything different about you, your magic, then they could be dangerous. Rowena, do you understand me?” I met his gaze and nodded slowly.
“I haven’t been using my other magic anyways.” I said shrugging, though in the back of my mind I thought about the handsome boy that I had seen earlier.
“Be careful and still, stay away, just in case. Please, for me, be safe.” my father insisted, and I nodded. “You should get back to your dorm before curfew.” he said.
“I will, you should tell Minerva that we’re done with her office.” I said and then I slipped out into the empty transfiguration classroom, my mind spinning. I might get Harry as my brother, but I needed to find out more about the Death Eaters and Durmstrang Academy, I decided.
AN: Just an FYI, in case you were curiousRowena can detect the magic of the Dark Mark, its powerful. As Barty Crouch Jr is in Moody's body though she can't quite detect it because Barry's magic is being roughly cloaked by Moody's magic. Also thanks to Hestia8639 for helping me catch a little mistake with Rowena's owl! Updated now :)