Well, well, fans of Harry Potter, you all seem to love the Goblet of Fire. So heres a twist. Our story takes place after they are choosing the names for the champions. After a shocking day, Harry is back in the Great Hall again, and the Goblet of Fire is still standing where it was. Harry, astonished they didn't take it down, turned to Hermione, who was wolfing down her breakfast as usual, asked, "Why didn't they take the Goblet of Fire down? I mean, it's done it's purpose, right?" Hermione shrugged, done hoarding her food and now wiping her hands. "I guess Dumbledore wanted the rest of us to see a last glimpse of it, y'know?" "Maybe." He watched Professor Sprout march up the stairs to the goblet and pick it up. Much to his surprise, it burst but not into blue, or red flames, but a dazzling white. A monster cry was heard, and some reptile shape took form of the fire. It shot across the hall, shrieking with it's bell-like tone. soon the white broke into gold, the howls stopped, and then slithering through the air like a serpent, came these words:

Long ago, the war that raged,
Tearing families apart,
Became the rivalry
For Pride, Ambition, and Heart.
No one knew how it came,
Why it did, and here.
All we knew that we prayed for a Seer.
But one day, the Seer told
That someday to come,
A fight to take place,
To overcome some.
But take heed, He warned,
This unusual battle,
Will not take three, as used in past,
But one more than four.

And after they shimmered and faded, three words spun delicately:

Isahu Akinoki, Ravenclaw