Hogwarts Part 11

In this quiz, you can become a part of Hogwarts. Join Harry's adventures and meet the beloved characters of Harry Potter, along with some new ones as the story progresses. Starting in your third year, you can experience Hogwarts life for yourself.

Will you get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams? Find out in this quiz. Starting in your third year, you will get the opportunity to become friends and more with Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

Created by: music826

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  1. Whoo, fastest post ever, I think! I've noticed that I put "third year" in almost every description in the results last time. I'm guessing you probably either recognized the mistake or didn't care at all, but I guess you know now :)*Recap* You basically went back to Hogwarts last time. Neville defended you on the train, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang came for the Triwizard Tournament, and you were chosen as a fifth champion for Hogwarts, in addition to Harry, Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor. Yeah, I think that's the gist of it.
  2. The rest of the school wasn't exactly as enthusiastic about my selection as champion as Ravenclaw house was. Harry got the worst end of it, though. He was already in the spotlight before, but now it was mostly negative attention. Nobody really knew me, so I was able to keep my head down and continue life as normally as possible. Unfortunately, the people who did know me weren't as supportive.
  3. One day, on my way to the lake, I came across Ron. "Oh, hi, Ron. I haven't seen you lately," I said, sitting beside him on the ground. He didn't respond. "What, not talking?" I asked, nudging him playfully. He looked up at me irritably. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. I looked at him with a blank expression. "Tell you what?" I asked in confusion. "Oh, sure, pretend you don't know," he spat at me derisively. "I can honestly tell you I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and even. "I suppose it's because he's the great Harry Potter," he continued spitefully. I stood up, beginning to get irritated. "Ron, what are you talking about?" I demanded. He got to his feet as well. He towered over me, but I tried to stand my ground. "Why didn't you tell me how to get my name in the Goblet of Fire?" he asked, his voice rising in anger. I stood motionlessly for a moment, and then let out a small laugh. "That's what this is about?" I asked disbelievingly, raising my eyebrows. Ron looked decidedly furious by then. "It's because you fancy him, isn't it? It's all one big joke to you two. Sure, forget about Ron and skip off to enter your names. I'm sure he won't notice," he said bitterly. "Ron, it's not like that! I never entered my name, and neither did Harry," I said firmly, getting quite as angry as he was. "That's cute. You're defending each other," he said in a sardonic tone. "You know that isn't true. That, or you're just being an idiot," I said, fighting back tears and turning to leave. I'd had about enough. "Wait," Ron said in a pained voice. Taking a calming breath, I turned to face him again. Before I had the chance to retort, he had pressed his lips against mine. I froze at the contact. My mind seemed to have gone into a meltdown mode and it took me a few seconds to realize what was happening. I broke away as if I had been shocked. Ron's eyes were wide and hopeful, but I had already hauled off and slapped him across the face. I looked from my hand to the red marks on his face, appalled at what I had just done. Without even a word of apology, I stalked back toward the castle.
  4. My fury only seemed to intensify as I plowed my way across the stretches of land surrounding the school. I passed through a clump of trees along the way, and jumped as something fell out of one right above me. Draco landed not two feet in front of me, smirking in his usual fashion. "Malfoy, I'm not in the mood. Move it or I hex you," I said, my voice dangerously low. His eyes widened in mock terror. "I only wanted to show you my latest project," he said innocently, smiling and pulling something from his pocket. He handed a badge to me and I took it somewhat cautiously, afraid of what his "project" was. It read "Support Cedric Diggory" on the front. I looked at Draco with a look of surprise. "Is that all?" I asked, thinking maybe his latest endeavor was just as innocent as it seemed. "Oh, of course I had to give the other champions some credit, too," he said, pressing the badge. It now morphed into "Potter Stinks". "Of course. Why wouldn't I expect that you would take this opportunity to make him as miserable as possible?" I said angrily. "I didn't forget about you, though," he said, pressing the badge a second time. It morphed back to "Support Cedric Diggory", but Draco pointed to an almost microscopic line at the bottom that read "and that one Ravenclaw". "Cute," I said disgustedly, throwing the badge back at him. Unfortunately, he caught it before it could hit him. If my anger lasted much longer, I was going to send someone to the hospital wing. "Goodbye, Draco," I said with a tight-lipped smile and turned on my heel sharply before finally reaching the castle.
  5. My time at Hogwarts was getting worse as it went. Several things occurred after the selection of the champions, including the weighing of the wands and an interview with an irritating woman named Rita Skeeter. I skipped out on the first Hogsmeade trip of the year due to the negative reception I was receiving among the Hogwarts students. Slytherins, Gryffindors, and even the normally friendly Hufflepuffs sneered at me as I walked by in the corridors, and Padma had taken to escorting me everywhere I went to make sure I didn't end up in the hospital wing a third time. I hadn't talked to Ron since our encounter at the lake, and I was getting swamped with so much homework I could hardly make my way to talk to my friends outside of Ravenclaw house. To make things even worse, the first task was approaching and I still hadn't the faintest inkling what it required of me. Fortunately, that problem was solved later. Harry pulled me aside as I was walking down a corridor after breakfast one day. "Harry, what-?" I asked a bit too irritably, having just escaped a particularly vicious group of Hufflepuffs. "Dragons," he said flatly. "Dragons?" I repeated uncomprehendingly. Then I started to connect the dots. "That's the first task?" I asked weakly, beginning to feel a bubble of panic form inside of my chest. He nodded wordlessly. "Do we have to kill one, or get past one, or...?" I trailed off, looking at him with a pleading expression. "I don't think we have to kill it, no," he said, and I felt a bit relieved. "So do you have a plan?" I asked hopefully. He shook his head sheepishly. "You do realize that the task is coming up soon," I said, and he nodded again. "Well, I suppose we'd better start researching," I said in a falsely cheerful voice, ignoring the panic that had returned.
  6. The next several days were grueling. Harry had found his solution – flying. I, on the other hand, had other strengths. I wasn't a bad flier, but I certainly didn't expect that I would be able to get past a dragon on a broom. I also didn't expect that knowing how to read a book qualified as fighting a vicious dragon, though. Professor Moody approached me one day. "Have you figured out how you're going to pass the dragon?" he asked bluntly. I shook my head, and then realized that he wasn't supposed to know that I had figured out the first task. It was too late, though. "I'm not going to tell you how to get past it, but I will tell you this. You seem to have a knack for spells. Stick with your strengths," he said. The statement was clear. Do something with magic. I could have figured that one out myself. I nodded my understanding and watched him go, wondering why he had tried to help me, and for that matter, why he knew I had found out what the first task was.
  7. I sighed and cracked open yet another book. It was the night before the task, and I was in the Gryffindor common room with Harry, trying to figure out a last minute plan to pass the dragon. "You'll be fine. Just use Transfiguration or something," Harry said encouragingly. I looked at him hopelessly. "Harry, I'm dead," I said flatly, banging my head on the cover of a book as if that might help. "You can borrow my broom," he offered helpfully. I smiled wanly. "I don't think you want me breaking your Firebolt," I said with a laugh. "You can't be that bad," he said skeptically, but I simply turned down his offer politely for the moment. "I'll think about it. You can go to bed. You need the rest for tomorrow," I told him sternly. It wasn't all that late, but we both needed the strength. He protested, but at my insistence, he relented. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said with a weak smile, and went up to his dormitory for the night.
  8. Neville replaced him a moment later. "Hi, Cassandra," he said in greeting. I jumped, having not known he had arrived. "Hi, Neville," I said, blinking several times in an attempt to relieve my tiredness. "You look exhausted," he commented lightly. I nodded. "What have you been researching all night?" he asked curiously, picking up a book off of my pile. "Just...homework," I said, remembering that he didn't know about the dragons. "Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them," he read off of the cover and looked at me questioningly. "Okay...personal research," I said. It wasn't lying, after all. "You can trust me, you know," he said quietly. I met his eyes and saw exactly how earnest he was. I hesitated, and then figured I couldn't do much harm in telling him. "I know what the first task is. I have to get past a dragon," I told him with a sigh. His eyes widened in surprise. "Do you know what you're going to do?" he asked. I shook my head hopelessly. "Well, we have a lot of work to do, then," he said, cracking open a book. "You don't have to do that..." I said, but he simply smiled at me reassuringly and started reading. I smiled, touched by the gesture, but then realized the matter at hand and started reading as well.
  9. A hand shook my shoulder vigorously. "The task is only in ten minutes!" Neville said loudly. I jumped up, tripping over the leg of my chair in the process. We had fallen asleep, it seemed. I practically sprinted all the way down to the tent where the champions stayed before the task. Ludo Bagman was just having the champions pick something from a silk purple bag. "Ah, Miss Levell. I was hoping you could join us!" he said jovially, holding the bag out to me. I jammed my hand in and pulled out a perfect version of a dragon. "The Hebridean Black," Bagman said, nodding his approval. It had a tag with a number five on it. "You'll be last," he informed me, and then prepared to start the task. Harry looked at my bedraggled appearance and adopted a concerned look. "Do you know what you're doing?" he asked. I shook my head for the umpteenth time. All too fast, Harry left the tent, and came back victorious, holding a golden egg. "Good luck," he said simply, and I left the tent, fighting back the panic that had welled up inside of me again. It was going to be interesting.
  10. I found myself in a sort of rocky enclosure. There were a few places to duck and dodge, but it was mostly just a straight run to get to the nest. I could see it clearly; a golden egg nestled in the middle of its other cement-colored companions inside. The problem – there was a vicious, fire-breathing dragon standing right over it. I judged it to be about thirty feet long, with dusky scales and ruthless red eyes. It didn't look in any hurry to hand over the eggs. I took a few tentative steps towards the nest, but that didn't last more than five seconds before the dragon noticed my advances. I dropped to the ground in a panic, rolling behind a rock just as a jet of flames blasted past, singeing my robes. I tried moving between the shielded areas, avoiding the fire the dragon sent my way, but that only worked for a short time. I still had quite a distance to get to the nest. As I slammed my back against another boulder, I felt a hard object jab into my side. I pulled it out almost immediately, hoping it was something useful. It turned out to be the small bronze eagle my father had left me – Felix. I didn't wait a moment. I rapped it against the hard surface of the rock and hurled it towards the dragon without giving it a chance to wake up.
  11. It dropped a few feet before uncurling and spreading its wings in bewilderment. I felt kind of sorry for it, but it wasn't the time to worry about the welfare of an enchanted piece of art. "Engorgio!" I added for good measure, enlarging it to the size of a common crow. I cast the spell a second time, doubling the size again. It was enough to draw the attention of the dragon. It took a few shuffles forward toward it, even snapping at it curiously. The little eagle frantically flapped in the other direction, and the dragon took a few more steps toward it, now maybe fifteen feet from the nest. I was still too far away to make it in good time. I pointed my wand at the castle. "Accio Broomstick!" I cried, and a whistling sound filled my ears as a broom came to a stop in front of me. It was one of the old school brooms – a Shooting Star - but it was better than nothing. I hopped on and started flying toward the nest at an infuriatingly slow speed. The dragon suddenly noticed the intruder closing in on the nest and abandoned Felix, releasing a huge stream of fire in my direction. It caught the end of the broom, quickly igniting the old wood. I was closing in fast on the golden egg, but the broom had started to malfunction, bucking and veering to the left as the fire engulfed the tail of the broom. I was thrown off and landed painfully on the ground, only inches from the nest. The dragon was almost right on top of me, but I reached up and hugged the golden egg to my chest. Not a moment later, a burning sensation the likes of which I had never experienced before erupted around me. All I felt was a falling sensation before I blacked out.
  12. *music826* I'm finally creating some cliffhangers! Sorry I kind of lost the meaning of a "love story", but I promise I'll try to fit more of the guys in the next edition. For those of you who like Draco, I promise he will get nicer, but he's still J.K.R.'s Draco Malfoy. He has to retain some of his arrogance :). Also, I'm going to bring back Oliver soon for those Oliver-crazed fans that keep threatening me ;).

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