(1) Patrimony (H. Potter)

Chapter One

Viktor stands with Rhiannon as they both stare up at the Hogwarts school. She pulls a face as she scratches at the back of her head. Attila brushing up against her side before sitting on his flanks. She's not sure what to think of this place. Part of her doesn't like it. It's bigger than Durmstrang, but something less spooky bothers her. Durmstrang is cold and almost baron. Dark and lifeless, except for the students. And she rather likes that. She likes the cold and the quiet. She lets out a breath and shrugs a little.

"So it is like a big Durmstrang?" She asks Viktor who snorts at her side. "But less creepy...." She cocks her head. "I don't like it" She admits, Viktor looks at her.

"You don't like that it's bigger?" He muses. 

"I don't like that it is less creepy...." She corrects. "I like how creepy Durmstrang is, as if something is going to jump out at you around every corner....like those muggle horror movies"

"I still can't believe you made me watch them" He complains as he folds his arms over his chest. She shrugs and smirks a little, her hand brushing over Attila's head as he pushes up into her palm.

"Maybe stop admitting that a tiny little girl made you watch horror movies" She counters, he smirks down at her. "It's not great for your image" He snorts a laugh and shakes his head.

"I am sure being friends with tiny little girl isn't good for my image either but I still do that" He adds, she sticks out her tongue at him and he smiles. 

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Harry Potter sits with his friends, Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table inside the Great Hall, something they do at the beginning of every year. Waiting on the speeches to begin. This year has a tenseness to it already. With the events from the Quidditch World up hanging over them and with no answers from the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, makes his way to a stand in front of the top table and places his hands on either side of it.

"Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well" Harry glances along the tables to Dumbledore. "You see Hogwarts has been chosen..." The caretaker, Filch runs up the aisle limping in a comical way, he whispers something to Dumbledore and leaves in the same fashion. "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madame Maxime." The doors to the great hall open and in float a group of girls, dressed in beautiful blue gowns, they dance up the aisle and then release butterflies into the air.

"Bloody hell" Ron comments at Harry's side. Behind the girls, follows their headmistress. The incredibly tall and imposing frame of Madam Maxime.

"Blimey, that's one big woman." Seamus comments on Ron's other side. As they reach the end of the rows of tables, most, all of the male students are instantly clapping and applauding for the ladies. Dumbledore heads back to the podium and turns to address the room.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff." Dumbledore then offers. Through the doors, a series of older boys walk up the aisle brandishing bo-staffs, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect. Behind them, Rhiannon and Viktor walk into the hall, followed by Attila and then Karkaroff.