Perci was having a very relaxing rest in her own little compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Exams were over for now and Perci couldn't be happier. She had passed, thank Merlin, with eight 'Outstandings' and two "Exceeds Expectations'. Perci had been relieved to find out that she was better at her wizarding education than her muggle education.

Oh, yes, her nap. It's was very enjoyable, that is, until her best friends, Fred and George Weasley had interrupted it. Fred jumped onto her seat and George laid his long body on the seat across from her. She had always been able to tell them apart. "I'm trying to sleep, dammit." She grumbled.

Fred grinned and began to play with her hair. "That's why..." Fred said. "We were waking you up, dear Prissy." George finished his twin's sentence. Perci groaned; she hated that name. "We're almost to Hogwarts." Fred said.

"We were also hoping you'd try out one of our Wheezes." George said. His brother nodded along with him. "No." Perci said simply and began putting on her Gryffindor robes. She knew the boys didn't mind. She'd changed in front of them many times.

Fred and George groaned. "Come on, Prissy. You promised." They said in unison. Perci had just finished. "I know, I know, but do you know how many times I had to go to the Hospital Wing last year?"

George grinned, remembering old times. "You got out of lessons."

"Yes, and I'm surprised I passed my OWLS." She replied, pocketing her wand. "Maybe Ron will try it."

Fred and George frowned, but followed Perci down the line of compartments looking for Ron, Harry, and Hermione. They were in the middle, thankfully, Perci didn't really want to walk all the way down the hall.

Perci pulled open the door and plopped down next to Harry, ruffling his hair. Fred and George squeezed in between Ron and Hermione. "So, kids, what have you been up to?" Perci asked, stealing one of Ron's Drooble's. Hermione pushed the paper she was reading in Perci's face.

On the front page of the Daily Prophet was a skull with a snake slithering out of its mouth. Perci recognized it as the Dark Mark. When Fred, George, and Perci were in their third year, they snuck into Snape's office and had found these notes about the Dark Arts. They took them and studied the notes in the Gryffindor common room, before hastily returning them to the Potion Master's office, without being caught, something that Perci was quite proud of.

"When did this happen?" She asked. Over the summer, Perci was in America visiting a camp for children of the Greek gods. She hadn't heard about any of this stuff.

"At the Quidditch World Cup." Harry supplied. The Weasley twins had requested for Perci to go, but the demigoddess had been a little busy with a war with some pesky Titans. Perci looked up from the paper. "Who won?" She asked, jokingly, knowing that was not the question Hermione was wanting.

Hermione huffed and took the paper away from her. Perci and Harry laughed. "What?" She asked. Hermione crossed her arms and looked at Perci, irritated. "Why can't any of you take this seriously?"

Ron and Harry groaned. "She's hasn't let it go for days." Ron said through a mouth of Fred and George's Wheezes.

"Says I need to write a letter to Sirius." Harry supplied.

"Maybe you should. He'd want to hear about this. Give a bit of entertainment." Perci said, laughing at Ron's now yellow face and orange beak, an effect from the trickster candy.

Perci needed a laugh once in a while. All she could focus on was the deaths in the war she lead, just that summer, and she needed a break, which was why she couldn't wait to get back on the Quidditch field.

The train stopped with a lurch forward and the sound of the bell, sending Perci toppling onto the Weasley twins. Perci gathered her bearings and followed Fred and George out of the trio's compartment to find their friend, Lee Jordon, to ride on the carriages to Hogwarts with.

When they finally got to the castle they placed their trunks on the wall and scrambled to the Great Hall for dinner. Unbeknownst to the three of them, new students were arriving from schools in France and Bulgaria.

Once the new first years were all sorted and all the students were at their house tables, Dumbledore stood and went to the podium. All attention was immediately on him. "Well, now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." He said. Filtch ran in, holding his chest and side, to Dumbledore.

Perci, Fred, and George laughed. "Looks like he's holding his breasts." Fred whispered, causing his friend to laugh. "This castle will not only be ur home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: the Triwizard Tournement."

Perci, Fred, and George exchanged looks. "And for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournement brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student, apart from the hosting school, two students, are selected to compete." Dumbledore said. "Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint-hearted." The Headmaster grimaced.

"But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress, Madame Maxime."

The tall doors swung open, revealing many young ladies in silk blue robes. They gracefully skipped in, occasionally stopping to blow blue flower petal from their hands. The boys of the Great Hall stared at them, even Ron and Harry. Their attention was turned to the rather large woman walking behind the girls. "Blimey," Seamus Finnigan said. "That's one big woman." Hermione hit him upside the head. The boys stood on their seats, clapping and cheering.

Hermione, Ginny, Perci sat calmly in their seats and glared at everyone. Dumbledore smiled and kissed Madame Maxime's hand, blushing profusely. He hurriedly went back to his podium. "And our friends from the north. Please great the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff."

Many men, gorgeous men, if Perci might add, marched through the door, banging their staffs rhythmically. They did not make eye contact with anyone. They stopped and continued to bang their sticks on the castle floor until they suddenly dropped them and ran, jumping and flipping. Two men in furs followed, authoritatively. "It's Krum!" Ron exclaimed. "Blimey, it's Viktor Krum!" He gasped. Behind Krum was an older man with long hair and a sour expression. He embraced Dumbledore, laughing like they were old friends.

"They are rather attractive." Hermione chirped, blushing. Perci laughed. "'Rather attractive'?" She quoted. "More like sizzling, or hot, or smoking, or-"

Fred cleared his throat. "I think we get it." He grumbled.

Perci frowned and elbowed her friend. "What's got your knickers in a twist?" George snickered, causing his twin to scowl and elbow him in the side.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "The ladies of Beauxbatons and sons of Durmstrang," he said. "If you would please take a seat at one of the tables." The Beauxbatons gracefully made their way to the Ravenclaw table and the Durmstrang plopped down with the Slytherin table. Viktor sat right next to Draco Malfoy. Malfoy smirked across the Great Hall at Harry. Igor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime took their seats at the head table with all the professors.

"Now, let the feast begin."

Food, every kind of food you could imagine, appeared on each table. Perci immediately dug in. Filtch and some gracious helpers carried a tall object down the aisle and set it on a podium. "Your attention, please!" Headmaster called.

"Bloody hell!" Perci exclaimed. "Can't a girl eat in peace?" The comment went unnoticed.

"I'd like to say a few words." Dumbledore said, placing a withered hand on the object. "Eternal glory. That's what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournement. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."

Perci, Fred, and George grinned. "Wicked." They said in unison.

"For this reason," Dumbledore continued. "The Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all of this we have the head of the Department of international Magical Cooperation, Mr. Barty Crouch." The fake sky above them crackled and thundered, lighting up the Great Hall with its lightning.

Out of no where a spell was cast into the sky. Perci searched for the caster. Her eyes fell onto a rather odd man. There were mutters about whom this man was. Mad-Eye Moody; that was the most popular guess. Mad-Eye Moody pocketed his wand and limped over to Dumbledore. He embraced the wizard and moved to the side. He popped open a flask and swigged. Perci scowled, 'Drinking at a school?' She thought. It reminded her off her step father, Gabe Ugliano.

Barty Crouch cleared his throat. "After due consideration, the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen..." His voice was drowned out by the screams of outrage among the students. Perci sat silently. This did not affect her; she had just turned seventeen a month ago. Her friends screamed and yelled. Dumbledore tried to settle the student body down, but was not succeeding.

"Blimey," Perci grumbled. "Sit down, will you." She pulled Fred and George to their seats by their robes. "Why aren't you upset?" Ron asked, scowling.

Perci gritted her teeth. She hated when students at Hogwarts questioned her age. She should be in her seventh year, but because of the war's complications, Perci decided to take the year again. "I'm seventeen." Hermione frowned and Perci could practically see the gears in her head moving.

Dumbledore pointed his wand at the tall, golden object and it shimmered down, revealing a large brown cup with blue fire erupting from it.

"The Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore said. "Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament, only write their name on a piece of parchment and drop it into the fire before this hour on Thursday night. If chosen," Dumbledore's face grew grim. "There is no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

They were released to their dormitories after dinner. Perci walked swiftly out, wanting to avoid her mischievous friends. She wanted to think it over, whether or not she should submit her name. But to no luck. Fred and George caught up with her and walked with her, one twin on each side of the witch.

"You're thinking of entering, aren't you?" George asked.

Perci sighed. "Yes, I am thinking about it." Perci sped up. The Twins had to jog to keep up with her. "What if you get hurt?" Fred asked. He was more protective of her. "That, my dear friend, is why I am thinking."

George stopped her. "Well, Fred and I'll enter. We'll make sure you're kept safe." Fred nodded along.

Perci raised an eyebrow. "You're underage." She said, crossing her arms.

"And you are a brilliant observer." Fred said.

"Come on, Perce. You don't think we won't find a way in?" George laughed.

"D'You think Dumbledore's stupid? He's the most powerful wizard of this age. He'll find a way to keep you from entering." Perci said.

"Well," Fred said. "We'll find a way to get around that."

"Yeah, we're not gonna let you get hurt." George said. "And, if you, or one of us, happen to win, we could open our shop! Our dream, Perce!"

"Hmm, and what is that exactly?" A voice said from behind them. The trio turned to face the Hufflepuff prefect, Cedric Diggory, Perci's ex-boyfriend. She groaned. "You guys are going to miss curfew." He said.

"What'd you want, Diggory?" Fred seethed. Perci nudged Fred, trying to get him to knock it off.

Cedric frowned. "Why is it you don't like me, Fred, George?" He asked.

George scowled. "Why?" He asked incredulously. "Because-" Perci kicked his shin. "Ow!?" He said, giving her a pointed look.

"We were just leaving." Perci said.

"Look, Perce, I'm sorry-" Cedric began.

"Yeah, me too." She said turning around and drug her best friends along with her to the common room.

Fred and George didn't try to talk about the situation. It would only anger the raven haired girl, and they did not like it when she was angry. They walked to the common room in silence, only speaking when they said good night.

Perci walked up the staircase, running a hand through her hair. She was very exhausted and knowing that she started classes tomorrow did not help. She would have to get up early in the morning. That usually meant Hermione or Ginny dragging her out of bed.

Perci changed into her pajamas and pulled the covers of her four poster bed over her. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.