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Chapter One: One more try
My name is Sanya Tucker, I just finished my 7th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I was in Hufflepuff House and I'm currently playing as a chaser on the reserve team for the Appleby Arrows.
My seventh and final year at Hogwarts was an interesting one. The Ministry of Magic made the rather bold decision to re-instate the Triwizard Tournament, despite the fact that a boy (Cedric Diggory was a Hufflepuff, his name was well known in our House at the time.) had been killed during the last one. "One More Try" was the heading over the article about the Tournament in the Daily Prophet that came out the week before term started. Of course (in an attempt to make their decision about the Tournament seem somewhat sane) there was an age limit of 17 as there had been the last time, luckily for me, I had turned 17 that July. I was more than excited to put my name in for the Triwizard Tournament and felt that I could handle Dragons, Merepeople, foreign exchange students or whatever else the Tournament could possibly have to throw at me. I wasn't entirely wrong, either.
The Tournament wasn't going to be structured as it had in the past, this Tournament, the Prophet told me, was going to have tasks based more on "teamwork" and "the individual's ability to cope under stress", rather than tasks designed to be potentially lethal or pressure one's magical abilities.
The buzz of excitement in the Great Hall during the start of term feast was almost tangible. At that point, there wasn't a student at Hogwarts who hadn't heard about the Tournament and the faces of those students old enough to put their name into the Goblet of Fire were filled with eagerness and anticipation for the coming year. After our Headmaster (Headmaster Mills) made his speech about the Triwizard Tournament, we welcomed our guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
The following evening, almost every student from all three schools was in the Great Hall, watching their friends and peers put their names into the Goblet of Fire. There was scattered applause after each student dropped a piece of parchment into the flames. When I managed to find the courage to put my name into the Goblet, a group of my fellow Hufflepuffs roared their approval and ran to my side, singing praises and patting me on the back. I had a fleeting thought about how wonderful it would be to follow in Cedric Diggory's footsteps and bring some glory to the Hufflepuff House. My best friend and fellow 7th year, Erica Nielson, grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the hall and in the direction of our common room.
"I'm so excited for you!" She squealed and squeezed my hand.
"But I haven't done anything yet! I don't even know if I'm in the stupid Tournament." I retorted, slightly embarrassed by her enthusiasm.
"It's not stupid and anyway, I know you'll be chosen. I just know it." She said to me before giving the password and walking into our common room with me still in tow.