The fire of the goblet







My name is rose potter I was among those who were the very first people to enter Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Gryffindor sorted me into his house; I was so glad because he was so nice and friendly and told great jokes. He was also very brave. Hufflepuff was very boring, and droned on and on about the importance of hard work at the welcoming feast, Slytherin was being very..icy. Ravenclaw was really sweet and smart; she had her nose in a book most of the time. But never mind that. This story actually begins days after that. Gryffindor told us that there would be a contest with other schools called The Triwizard Tournament as soon as they found something to choose the champions from each school to enter the contest. It was a few days later when I was coming up the staircase when I was finished with Potions. I heard a small scratching noise from a near-by girl's toilet, so I decided to investigate. Salazar Slytherin was standing by a tap scratching something on it. "Professor, what are you doing?" I said. "Potter!" He gasped. I went over to the sink where he was scratching, and examined the little snake he had carved there. "What's this for, profess." I started to say, but before I was done, he pointed his wand at me and shouted a curse. Next thing I new, I was flaming. Not the angry kind of flaming, I had turned into a little blue-white fire. Slytherin picked me up with his wand and grinned evilly. "Well, Potter. This will teach you. YOU are going to live forever as a flame that picks champions, and no one will ever no what happened to you." Then, still holding me, he walked into the staff room.



"I have found the selector." He said to the other teachers. "Oh my! How did you get this?" Asked Ravenclaw. Slytherin told them the big fat lie about accidentally spilling some weird ingredient into an experimental potion and turning up with me. I was fuming!