The Adopted Weasley

5~ Empty Broom Closet

Remus wasn't coming. He had decided that dealing with the hate wasn't worth it, and Dumbledore had found him a different job.

Needless to say, Grace was not happy, so they decided to not only fill Malfoy's compartment with water, but also lock the door.

"Now!"

In a moment, Malfoy's compartment was once again, filled with water. But when he tried to open the door, it didn't budge.

"I'll get you for this Weasley!" Malfoy howled from inside, seeing Grace starting to run off. "I know someone who's looking for you!"

Grace turned and looked him in the eye through the glass.

"Bring it." She flipped him off and left.

. . .

A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!

When the song was finished, Dumbledore began talking.

"We will be hosting The Triwizard Tournament."

The words rang in Grace's ears as everyone around her shouted in excitement. This must've been the thing Percy kept trying to get them to beg for information for.

Grace felt terrified.

People had died in these things, she'd read the stories, seen the pictures. They were practically begging for something bad to happen by having it again.

Grace stood and left the great hall before Dumbledore finished explaining, feeling overwhelmed.

Lee had followed her.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know."

"Only people who are of age can do it."

"Oh good!" She let out a sigh of relief.

Lee sat next to her on the bench and put an arm around her, Grace laid her head on his shoulder.

"If it was for anyone, would you enter?" She asked after a moment.

"No. I don't have a death wish, and you obviously aren't in favor of the idea, so I wouldn't."

"Why would my opinion change your decision?"

"Why wouldn't it?"

"Because... I'm just a girl. And... We're thinking about getting together, that makes you the boss, what you say goes."