A/N: Some text is taken directly from The Goblet Of Fire…
At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his fee. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.
'Well, the Goblet is almost ready to make its decision,' said Dumbledore. 'I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through to the next chamber' – he indicated the door behind the staff table – 'where they will be receiving their first instruction.'
He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them all into a state of semi-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting… a few people kept checking their watches.
'Any second,' Lee Jordan whispered, two seats away from Harry.
The flames inside the Goblet suddenly turned red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it – the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arms length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned from black to blue white.
'The champion for Durmstrang,' he read in a strong, clear voice, 'will be Viktor Krum.'
'No surprises there!' yelled Ron, as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table, and slouch up towards Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.
'Bravo, Viktor!' boomed Karakoff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. 'Knew you had it in you!'
The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was again focused on the Goblet, which seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by flames.
'The champion for Beauxbatons,' said Dumbledore, 'is Fleur Delacour!'
'It's her, Ron!' Harry shouted, as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery hair blonde hair and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
'Oh, look, they're all disappointed,' Hermione said over the noise, nodding towards the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. 'Disappointed' was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears, an were sobbing with their heads in their arms.
When Fleur Delacour, too, had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff you could taste it. The Hogwarts champion next…
And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more, sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
'The Hogwarts champion,' he called, 'is Cedric Diggory!'
'No!' said Ron loudly, but no one heard him except Harry; the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past him, grinning broadly, and headed off towards the chamber behind the teachers table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric was so loud, it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.
'Excellent!' Dumbledore called happily, as at last the tumult died down. 'Well, we now have our three champions. I m sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. B cheering your champion, you will contribute in a very real way –'
But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.
The fire in the Goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and started at the name on it, his eyes widening in shock. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat, and read out –
'Hermione Granger,'A/N: I will be updating very soon, please review, and also tell em your ideas, what other people think, which friends will support Hermione, etc.