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Chapter One
“Accio birds!”
It was getting closer to the final Triwizard Tournament challenge and Harry still felt woefully unequipped. At Hermione’s suggestion, they were practicing various spells in an empty Transfiguration classroom. Rather, he was attempting to perform magic while Hermione barked orders at him.
Ron had left the room a few minutes ago, under the pretense of needing to use the loo, but Harry suspected it was so he could stretch his legs and have a private laugh at his expense. In fairness, Harry would have done the same thing. His latest attempt at summoning one of a series of fragile bird figurines resulted in a goose whizzing through the window panes.
“Come on, Harry, one more!” Hermione pleaded. “Look, I know you’re tired, I am too, but you’ve almost got it! Just- just pretend there’s another Horntail if you need inspiration. And maybe being a tad more specific wouldn’t hurt.”
Harry snorted, but raised his wand one more time. “Fine, I’ll try again, but this is the last time. It’s been hours and I think Ron’s head’ll explode. Accio robin, Accio robin, Accio robin!”
To his immense relief, the carving flew towards him. “Hey, I did it! Thanks, Hermione.”
But Hermione did not respond. She was staring, mouth agape, at a purple mass forming on the ceiling, gaining more breadth with each passing second. Was this some hitherto unknown aspect of the Tournament training?
With a pop, a girl fell from the portal, crashing with a loud thud on one of the tables. She was a blonde girl, possibly around nineteen and American, judging by the stream of curse words. Strangest of all, she was wearing a multicolored costume consisting of a red tunic with black leggings. Her arms were mostly covered with vivid green sleeves and elbow pads. The whole ensemble was topped off by a thick yellow belt and an “R” patch on the upper chest. It was so garish, Harry hadn’t seen the likes of it since meeting Ludo at the Quidditch World Cup.
Harry instinctively scrambled for his wand. Before he could do anything, the girl pulled out a razor-tipped wedge-thing and tossed it at him.
To be continued...*