The Redd Diaries: The Goblet of Fire

The Redd Diaries: The Goblet of Fire

I've been working hard on this. I'll try to stick to the original story as best I can.
Name: Liliella Redd
Age: 14
House: Slytherin
Year: 4

DISCLAIMER: I in no way, shape or form have any rights to the Harry Potter characters or books. This was not meant as plagiarism, I am simply writing my wild fantasies down.

Chapter 3

The Feast

"Who's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" I ask Draco as we take our seats.

We were both glad we weren't first years. The weather was absolutely horrid. I could just imagine my poor little brother, soaked to the bone, and all alone without any of his family. I shiver thinking about it.

"I don't care." Draco mutters. I look at him quizzically for a moment before assessing the staff table.

There was Professor Flitwick, our Charms teacher, sitting on what looked to me like several pillows. Although from our angle it could have been something else. Next to him was our Herbology teacher, Professor Sprout. Who, as usual, looked absolutely ghastly. Mindlessly chatting away with her was Professor Sinistra. She was our Astronomy teacher.

Snape sat next to Sinistra, watching our table with an especially close eye. He was of course the head of Slytherin house. He was quite strict with us, but I could hardly blame him. If he wasn't so strict I suspect we'd all be an embarrassment to Hogwarts.

The seat beside him was vacant, which I assumed was Professor McGonagall's. And in the center of it all was the very regal Head Master, Dumbledore. Dressed in fantastic robes, his fingers formed a steeple and his chin rested upon them as he watched us all intently.

"Perhaps Dumbledore will be our teacher." I say as I bump Draco's shoulder with mine, trying desperately to strike up a conversation.

"I certainly hope not." And suddenly I'm in a vision.

I see a little boy take a seat in the stool and fit the Sorting Hat firmly on his head. He's completely drenched. I assume it's from the raging storm outside. I can't rightly make out who the boy is, but after a couple of seconds the hat announces my house, and I'm then thrown back into real life.

That's what I hate most of all about my visions. The faces are never clear, nor are most of the sounds. Who was he? And why would those particular words have brought one on? Then suddenly the doors to the Great Hall open, and complete silence falls over the room.

Professor McGonagall slowly leads the absolutely drenched first years through the hall. I giggled quietly as I saw Tevon make his way through with a couple of other first year boys.

"What are you laughing at, Redd?" Draco whispers.

"My brother. He looks positively water logged." I smile. For just a split second Draco's eyes meet mine, and I see frustration. I see confusion. But I also see a glimmer of amusement.

My attention is brought back to McGonagall as she places a four-legged stool in front of the students and places The Sorting Hat on it. They all watch intently, as do I, waiting for the song it's prepared this year.

"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!"

And with that the Great Hall burst out into a roaring applause. Everyone always looks forward to it's song, even Draco looked genuinely happy. After the applause died down McGonagall unrolled a rather large sheet of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool," The first years gazed at her intently. "When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table.

Ackerley, Stewart!" McGonagall announces. A shivering mess of a boy walks up and places the hat on his head and gingerly sits down on the stool.

"RAVENCLAW!" Suddenly the table beside ours erupted into loud hoots and hollers.

"Where do you think your brother will be placed?" Draco whispers. And sudden realization hits me. How could I have not known? It's my brother. The little boy from my vision is my brother.

"Gryffindor." I lie, not wanting him to suspect anything when Tevon gets placed.

"Baddock, Malcolm!" McGonagall announces.

"He's sure to be Slytherin." Draco grins at him as he takes his seat in the stool. But I'm far to mesmerized by Draco's slight grin to be paying any attention to the first years.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat yells. Draco stands to congratulate him. After a moment of realizing what it is we're all clapping about, I meekly join in.

The hat continued to place people, and I only half paid attention until my brother's name was next.

"Redd, Tevon!" I watched intently as he made his way up to the stool, just like in my vision. Firmly he placed the hat on his head and squeezed his eyes shut waiting for his house to be announced.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat hollers. Tevon's eyes shoot open as if awakening from a bad dream. He looks around the room, and I see the same look on his face I had at my sorting ceremony. I quickly stand to let him know where to go, but he stays firmly planted on the stool.

"Over there, Mr. Redd." McGonagall points to me. He locks eyes with me for a moment before slowly standing and removing the hat from his head. Tevon walks as if in a trance to an empty spot on my side of the table. I lean out to see if he'll do the same, but he's to wrapped up in his own mind to notice.

I suppose I was happy not to be the only Redd in Slytherin house, but I couldn't find it in my heart to smile. I know how badly he wanted to be a Ravenclaw. I knew exactly how he felt, and all those feelings of disappointment came rushing back to the surface.

My table is cheering and laughing. I'm not sure if they're laughing because of the slight spectacle Tevon made of himself, or if they're genuinely happy to have my brother as a member of our house. The Sorting Ceremony ends with Kevin Whitby, who by the way was placed in Hufflepuff. Then Professor McGonagall carried the hat and stool away as Dumbledore got to his feet.

"I have only two words for you." He says as his deep voice echoes off the walls. "Tuck in." And suddenly the tables are erupting with food. Draco loads his plate with meats and fruits.

"Excuse me a moment." I say to Draco. I quickly make my way to Tevon, who is laughing with a couple of other first year Slytherin boys.

"Are you alright, Tevon?" I whisper in his right ear as I wrap my arm around him tightly.

"I'll be alright. I'm obviously meant for something great." He looks up at me with big eyes. I admired his way of making the best out of the situation.

"You sure?" I ask, hoping he won't suddenly burst into tears or some other unmentionable thing.

"Yes, I've already made friends." He looks to the Baddock boy sitting directly across from him. "But, will you tell Malfoy not to whomp on me again?" He asks with a grin that doesn't touch his eyes.

"Absolutely." I laugh as I ruffle his hair. After welcoming the other first years to our house I return to my seat next to Draco.

"My brother asks you not to whomp on him anymore." I say with a little to much venom. But he says nothing. As a matter a fact he doesn't acknowledge my presence at all.

I quickly take a piece of meat and several vegetables, and a piece of fruit or two. I find myself not at all hungry.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" Draco asks with a mouthful of food. I nod my head sheepishly. "No wonder your so skinny." He mutters under his breath. I blush bright crimson.

"It's none of your business how much I eat." I spit, whilst nonchalantly looking down at my body to assess exactly what he was seeing. I've always known I've had the bad genes. Roselle got all the good ones, and as usual I got what was left over.

"Whatever." Draco sighs. I'm beginning to wonder what ever possessed me to agree to this. I'm also wondering why I was even asked to sit with him in the first place.

"Perhaps you'd like to insult me some more, hmm? I'll give you some topics," I clear my throat. "I'm ugly, my voice is disgustingly deep, my eyes look like my owl's. I'm not particularly graceful, and I almost flucked Potions last year. Oh, and my flying skills are seriously lacking. Anything I forgot?" He's staring at me with wide eyes.

"How did you manage to nearly flunk Potions?" He asks with wide eyes. And suddenly I'm angry.

"Okay, I'd rather sit with the first years than have to bother with your bloody bull right now." I hiss. And as I turn to leave Draco grabs my left forearm.

"Don't go." He asks in a nearly inaudible whisper, his eyes burning with some unsaid thing he just can't seem to spit out.

"How else would you like to insult me then? Perhaps you'd like to taunt me about my Dark Arts class? Or maybe--"

"Good God, Redd. Is there anything you are good at?" The question nearly knocks me off my seat.

"As a matter a fact, yes. I passed Charms and Muggle Studies with perfect marks." I blush bright crimson before I go to stand again, but he holds me tightly.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, Lily. It wasn't my intention." He whispers. Suddenly his face is so close to mine I can barely breath. "Forgive me?"

"Of course." I whisper back. He smiles slightly.

"For the record, you're not ugly. You and your eyes are beautiful." He looks away as he says it, and he says it as though the words have no meaning. But I still melt.

When I look up from my plate I see Roselle pressed a little to close to Neville Longbottom. As she glared at me I glowered at her. I've known she hated Draco Malfoy since that time in the Great Hall first year when he called her a fat old granny. I found it quite amusing, even then. Her eyes spit venom into my soul and as she looked away I saw her whisper something to Neville. He quickly looked up at the both of us and went back to his plate as he whispered something back to Roselle.

Once everyone's plates were cleared, and everyone was nearly green with fullness, Dumbledore rose again to make his welcome speech. I slowly leaned into Draco, and he wrapped his right arm around my left and pulled my hand into his lap. I lightly gripped his sleeve with the other and listened intently.

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