Not that Katsuki showed it, but he was happy to be back at Hogwarts. The Great Hall was as splendid as ever, and the Sorting Ceremony seemed to go by faster compared to last year. The feast was over, and all eyes turned to the High Table.

Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, stood to speak. The tall, thin man had long, silver hair and an equally long beard. Bright, light blue eyes were behind half-moon spectacles. His long, crooked nose looked as though it had been broken at least twice.

Katsuki paid attention to his words, knowing that more objects were banned because of Mr. Filch, the caretaker. The Forbidden Forest was still forbidden, and Hogsmeade Village was available for students in their third year and above.

"It pains me to inform you all that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year," Headmaster Dumbledore said.

Katsuki stood and slammed his hands against the table. "What?" he roared.

He had been Gryffindor's Seeker since his first year, all thanks to Professor McGonagall, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him from playing. He became captain last year and planned on carrying that position until Gryffindor won the Inter-House Quidditch Cup next year. The sport was one thing in life that gave him joy. In fact, growing up, he had aimed to be not only the world's best Seeker but the world's best Quidditch player!

His Gryffindor Quidditch teammates all look equally aghast.

Without saying a word, Headmaster Dumbledore motioned with a hand for him to sit down.

Huffing, Katsuki indignantly sat down. Eijiro patted his back, and he shook him off.

"Hogwarts is hosting an event," Headmaster Dumbledore continued, "that will begin next month and will continue throughout the school year. It will take up the teachers' energy and time, but we know you all will thoroughly enjoy it."

It better be damn good if it meant no Quidditch!

"Hogwarts will host the Triwizard Tournament!"

The sullen mood over Quidditch evaporated. A low buzz filled the Hall.

Headmaster Dumbledore digressed into the history of the tournament. Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, the three largest European schools of wizardry, would be involved. A champion from each school would rise to compete. Some students shuddered when "death toll" was mentioned, but they were assured the International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports had been involved. No champion would find themselves in mortal danger.

"Next month, the heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive with their short-listed contenders. The selection of the three champions will take place on the last day of October, Halloween. Now you may be wondering who will be the champion for Hogwarts, hm?"

Katsuki grinned. It would be him.

"An impartial judge shall be the one to decide which students are most worthy of competing. The champions will compete for the glory of their school, the Triwizard Cup, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

The buzz in the Hall grew louder, and Headmaster Dumbledore settled it down before he said more. "Students in their sixth and seventh years will be able to enter. It was decided by the heads of the three schools and the Ministry of Magic—" He raised a hand to silence students who protested the age restriction. "The requirement was set due to the difficult tasks the champions will face and endure. And I will see to it"—he winked—"that it is held accountable."

Shortly afterward, he dismissed the students to bed since lessons began in the morning.

Katsuki had a fire in his eyes. No Inter-House Quidditch Cup? Fine. He'd enter the Triwizard Tournament, become Hogwarts' champion, compete, and win.

Students left the Great Hall. Eijiro and Hanta accompanied Katsuki. Katsuki glared at the back of Izuku's head as he chatted with Ochako. "Don't even think about entering, you damn nerd," Katsuki hissed.

Izuku flinched and slowly looked back over his shoulder. However, there was a spark in his eyes.

"Ahh, it's the Gryffindor who acts like a Slytherin!" a startled Hufflepuff in her second year squeaked.

"I'll sic the Bloody Baron on you," he hissed.

But little did she, or most people for that matter, know, Katsuki bled scarlet and gold.

"Real mature, mate," Hanta snickered.

"Izuku can enter if he wants to," Ochako told Katsuki.

"He won't get picked," he huffed.

"And why not?" she challenged.

"Because it's gonna be me."

The group headed away from the Great Hall. They walked through a door hidden behind a tapestry and started up another, narrower staircase.

"So full of yourself, aren't you?" Ochako continued, still looking back at Katsuki as she kept walking.

"It gets the job done."

"Well, what if I'm—" Her startled scream of surprise sent a jolt through Katsuki's heart.

One of her feet sank through a step halfway up the marble staircase. Hogwarts had many of these trick stairs, and by now, most of the older students knew which particular steps to avoid. Ochako had been distracted, though.

Before Izuku could lift a finger, Katsuki had grabbed her under the armpits and pulled her out. Meanwhile, the suit of armor at the top of the stairs clanked and creaked in a fit of wheezy laughs.

"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki growled, banging down its visor as they passed.

Finally, the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. It was concealed behind a large portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" she requested as they approached.

"Bread crumbs," Izuku said.

The portrait swung forward, revealing a hole in the wall. The familiar sight of the Gryffindor common room awaited them on the other side. A crackling fire warmed the circular room, which was full of tables and squashy armchairs.

Ochako turned around to face the boys. "Let's do our best tomorrow!"

Katsuki was the only one who didn't bid her good night. Before she disappeared through the doorway to the girls' dormitory, she turned around. Brown eyes met crimson. "Thanks for helping me on the stairs."

He merely stuffed his hands into pockets. "Sure."

She waved goodbye and left.

Eijiro nudged Katsuki with an elbow, waggling his eyebrows.

"What?" Katsuki hissed.

"Oh, nothing. Just that Hanta wishes he was that smooth."

"Hey!" Hanta protested.

The four boys climbed up the last, spiral staircase until they reached their own dormitory at the top of the tower. Five four-poster beds with deep scarlet, velvet curtains stood against the walls, each with its owner's trunk and belongings at the foot.

Shoto Todoroki managed to beat them here. He was taller than Katsuki, but didn't have as defined muscles. His long hair split evenly and bangs parted as to not block his vision. The right half was white and the other half was red. Thanks to complete heterochromia iridum, his right eye was dark and his other one was turquoise. A large burn scar surrounded his left eye.

"Will you lot enter the Triwizard Tournament?" he inquired nonchalantly.

Izuku eagerly nodded. "Absolutely!"

"It'll be pointless since I'll be the champion," Katsuki scoffed.

Hanta rubbed his hands together. "All right, let's place bets."

"In the morning," Eijiro said with a yawn, patting his belly. "I'm full and tired."

Katsuki bent down to go through his trunk for his black pajama set. He'd unpack in the morning. Luna sat at the foot of his bed and meowed.

"I know, I know," he said.

It was time to get back into the swing of things. He didn't have the comfort of having a dormitory to himself, like his bedroom at home. Did he get into bed and close the curtains or change somewhere else?

Luna meowed and gracefully jumped down from the bed, landing on Katsuki's left side. Bed it was. He stripped to one layer and crawled into bed, closing the curtain. It was easy enough to swap clothes in the dark even though he could use a spell to create light.

"Whoa, easy, Luna!" Eijiro exclaimed when she hissed at him as he walked by. "I wasn't gonna do anything. Just walking."

The boys in the dormitory knew better than to attempt to open the curtain while Katsuki changed. They'd suffer Luna's wrath. Hanta got curious one point at the beginning of their third year and received a face full of scratches before he could grab the curtain to throw it open.

Katsuki got out of bed to deposit his uniform elsewhere. "Good girl," he praised Luna.

"Still don't know why you do that, mate," Eijiro said. "You've got a better body than me. Nothing you should be ashamed of hiding."

Hanta cracked up. "Checking him out, are you? I'm telling Mina."

Eijiro sized up Hanta. "Izuku and Shoto could give you a run for your money."

"Hey!"

"Don't bring me into this," Shoto dismissed.

Back in bed, Katsuki slipped his wand under his pillow. Luna curled up in the crook of his neck and shoulders. He fell asleep to her purrs and the sound of rain.

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A/N: We stan Luna.