(1) Patrimony (H. Potter)

Chapter Three

Rhiannon is sat in a hall on the floor, reading from a potions book, Attila curled up at her side. Viktor on her other side as he makes notes in a book himself. They don't get much time together between lessons here. They have to take all the time they have together. He lowers his book, thoughtful before he looks at Rhiannon.

"Eternal glory" Viktor states, she turns her head to him and cocks her head a little. She then frowns and scoffs, her eyes going back to her book.

"You aren't considering putting your name in that goblet, are you?" She asks him, worried for him. "People die, Viktor"

"I won't" He argues, she worries her jaw a little and looks away. "This was the reason we're here, Rhian" He reminds her.

"I guess" She whispers and looks back down at her book. "Well rather you than me." She adds, he squeezes her knee and she leans against him.

"If I am chosen, you will help me, right?" He asks her.

"Of course I will" She assures him. "You are not smart enough to make it through those tasks alone" He gives her a look and then yanks her closer to kiss her head.

"Okay," He whispers. "I have potions, I will meet you in the library after" He offers as he releases her, she hums and nods as he stands. She goes back to her book as Viktor walks away.

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Harry watches Rhiannon, a lot, in the classes they now share. She's new and interesting and he has trouble helping himself. He might start off reading from a textbook and then find, by no fault of his own, that he's watching her. She's intelligent. Harry has noticed. But she's not the sort of person to flaunt it. unlike some...His eyes glance to his side where Hermione is sitting beside Ron. Rhiannon is quiet. Content to listen and learn. He imagines that might be down to how things are done at Durmstrang. They seem to be a lot more strict and militaristic in the way things are taught. Not a lot of time for laughing and joking around. It makes sense that she might be different underneath that. Underneath what that school has placed on her. She looks up from her book and straight at him. Her eyes show more amusement than her outward appearance would lead him to believe. There is someone inside of her that likes fun, that is happy and kind.

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Rhiannon is sat in the Great Hall room with the rest of the Dumstrang students, Viktor at her side, his hand holding hers, the Beauxbatons and the Hogwarts students all pushing to be in, and to find a space. Harry looks over at Rhiannon as he sits with Ron and Hermione. He lifts his hand and waves at her, Rhiannon raises an eyebrow at him but wiggles her fingers back in a sort of wave. Viktor leans closer to whisper to her, her eyes on Harry. She rolls them slightly and Harry raises an eyebrow in question. Dumbledore stands in the centre of the room with the goblet.

"Sit down please." He orders of the remaining standing students. "And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the selection of the champion!" Dumbledore approaches the blue flame and it glows red. A name comes out. Everyone looks on anxiously. "The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour" Dumbledore announces. The Beauxbatons girls cheer as Fleur walks up to join Dumbledore. Another name comes out of the goblet. "The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory." Hogwarts pupils cheer as Cedric takes the stage beside Fleur. Another name erupts from the goblet. "The Durmstrang champion is ... Rhiannon Grindelwald" Dumbledore looks straight at her, she is just as surprised as he is. She looks at Viktor at her side who frowns back at her. The Durmstrang students are all confused, sit on the line of cheering and not cheering. A little unsure of what's going on.

"Grindlewald" Karkaroff tells her, she looks at him. "Get up there" Rhiannon stands and walks towards the other champions. She looks at Dumbledore who watches as she stands next to Cedric. Him and Fleur both watching her too. Rhiannon stands up tall though, clutching her hands behind her back to hide her nerves. This isn't happening to her. She knows she did not put her name in that goblet. She couldn't have. She would never have gotten past Dumbledore's age line. And she didn't want to put her name in it.

"We now have our three champions!" Dumbledore states. "But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the tri-wizard cup!" People cheer, but the goblet glows red once more and another name flies out. Dumbledore takes it and reads. "Harry Potter. Harry Potter? Harry Potter!"

"Go on, Harry. Harry, for goodness sake." Hermione warns him, Harry stands from his seat and slowly walks up to Dumbledore. Voices in the crowd shout out.

"He's a cheat! He's not even seventeen yet" A student yells. Viktor looks at Rhiannon who glances back at him, he knows she did not put her name in that goblet just as much as she knows.