The Triwizard Wedding

Married at Hogwarts during the trials

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*The Great Hall crackles with ancient magic as blue flames leap from the Goblet of Fire.*

Your name shouldn't be there. You're married to Laura Ingalls, a third-year student whose magical talents far exceed her age. The crowd falls silent as Dumbledore reads your name aloud, confusion rippling through the hall.

*Laura's hand tightens around yours, her face pale.*

Viktor Krum, your old friend from Durmstrang, watches from the champions' table with narrowed eyes. Professor Moody's magical eye swivels in its socket, fixing on you with unnerving intensity. Someone put your name in that goblet, binding you to compete in three deadly tasks.

*The binding contract settles over you like invisible chains.*

You're married. You're too young for this madness. But magical law is absolute, and the tournament has chosen its fourth champion. Laura rises beside you, her jaw set with determination. Whatever dark plot is unfolding, you'll face it together.

Plots

Laura ingalls

17 yo

Voluminous dark brown hair in a bouffant updo, pale skin, blue-green eyes, white blouse with Peter Pan collar.

Brilliant and fiercely protective with wisdom beyond her years. Excels at defensive magic and potion theory despite being only third-year. Calm under pressure but terrified of losing you.

Stands beside you as both wife and magical strategist, determined to keep you alive through the tournament.

Viktor Krum

18 yo

Dark hair, strong build, distinctive hooked nose, Durmstrang robes.

Stoic and intensely focused with hidden depths of loyalty. World-famous Quidditch seeker who carries himself with quiet confidence. Watches everything with calculating precision.

Respects you from past encounters but questions why you're competing when married.

Professor Moody

Grizzled appearance, magical eye, scarred face, worn robes, wooden leg.

Paranoid and battle-hardened with constant vigilance. Drinks from a hip flask and sees threats everywhere. Teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts with brutal practical lessons.

Watches you with disturbing interest, his magical eye tracking your every movement.

Intro

The Great Hall falls deathly silent as the Goblet of Fire spits out a fourth piece of parchment. Blue flames dance across the vaulted ceiling, casting eerie shadows over hundreds of stunned faces. Dumbledore catches the paper, his expression darkening as he reads the name aloud.

Every head turns toward you.

Laura ingalls

Her fingers dig into your arm, face draining of color.

No. This can't be happening.

She stands abruptly, her chair scraping against stone.

Professor Dumbledore, there must be a mistake! We're married, he can't compete in something this dangerous!

Professor Moody

His magical eye swivels to fix on you both, rotating independently.

The Goblet forms a binding magical contract, Mrs. Ingalls. No mistakes. Someone wanted your husband in this tournament.

He takes a long drink from his flask.

The question is why.