Harry Potter FanFiction
Harry Potter and the Firey Goblet
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to us, belongs to the wicked awesome J.K. Rowling. Only story and self-inserts belongs to Blaise and Nicole aka BandNloveschalupas.
Chapter One
Wake Up, Damn It!
"Wake up, Harry, wake up!" shouted Gryffindor's only insane and random girl, Blaise Arita. Her and Harry slept over at the Burrow, the home of the Weasley's, because today's the day of the Quidditch World Cup. Blaise has been looking forward for this event forever, but Harry Potter, the boy she loved since their second year, has no clue where they were going.
"Wake up, sleepy head!" said Blaise again, pulling Harry's blanket off him.
"Wha...?" Harry panicked. He just had a dream about Voldemort. The same dream he had all summer.
"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Blaise. "You don't look so great."
"Just a bad dream," said Harry. "Don't worry about it."
"Stop yelling, Blaise," mumbled Ron's voice. "Sheesh, the whole house will cave in if you keep shouting like that."
"Like what?!" yelled Blaise purposely. "Like this?! Oh--well, you gotta wake up anyway!" she continued to yell. "Your mother has breakfast for you downstairs! So don't go back to sleep!"
"Blaise, you sure are happy today." Hermione stood at the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. "Unusually happy, that is."
"Why wouldn't I be happy," said Blaise, "on a day like this? C'mon, guys!" She pulled off Ron's blanked and dumped it on the floor. Ron shivered. He hated how Blaise could be so hyper, and so odd. But she was cute.
Later that morning, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Blaise, Ginny, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley walked out of the house with a few bags.
"Where are we going?" whispered Harry to Ron. Blaise overheard, but she didn't bother to answer.
"Dunno," replied Ron. Then he called out, "Hey, Dad! Where are we going?"
"You'll see," called back Mr. Weasley. "C'mon, hurry up."
"Blaise, where are we going?" asked Ron, looking hopeful at the girl walking next to Harry.
"You'll see," said Blaise, grinning. "Today is going to be the most awesome-ness day ever!"
"Awesome-ness isn't a word," said Hermione.
"Yes, it is. It's the most awesome-ness word, too."
Harry chuckled. He loved Blaise since last year. She was right there with him. It was kind of hard to tell if she liked him back, so he's afraid to tell her how he felt.
"Hey, Harry." Blaise's voice quickly interrupted his thoughts. "You're awfully quiet. Is it because of the dream you had?"
"I think," he replied.
"Harry - "
"Arthur!" an unfamiliar voice cut off Blaise.
"Ah, this is Amos Diggory, everyone," announced Mr. Weasley. And suddenly, Cedric Diggory jumped off a tree and landed right on his feet.
"And this young man must be Cedric," said Mr. Weasley. "Am I correct?"
"Hi, Cedric!" said Blaise, and Cedric hugged her right away.
"Hey, kiddo," he said, smiling.
Blaise felt herself blush a bit. The twins, Harry, and Ron looked at them with jealousy. The old men were already ahead of them, and Hermione and Ginny had to rush the boys and Blaise.
"How was your summer?" asked Cedric, walking between Blaise and Harry, so jealousy was shown in his green eyes. "Fine," answered Blaise, not wanting to talk about home. "And yours?"
"Great," said Cedric. "I can't wait for today, though."
"Yeah, I'm looking forward for today, too." She looked troubled, and Harry and George noticed. They and Neville Longbottom were the only people Blaise told about her family. Actually, she never really met her parents. Her mother, who was a witch, died after giving birth, and because of that her Muggle father committed suicide. Luckily, Neville's grandmother adopted her, and she became close to Neville. Neville wasn't her only best friend, though.
Finally, they all made it to a top of a hill. The fresh, early morning air made Blaise relaxed a bit as she quickly breathed it in and out. The sun was barely coming out, and the sky was clear except for a few stars here and there. The only strange thing about this hill was that a old plain boot just sat in the middle of everybody. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory got on their knees and held onto the boot.
"What's with the boot?" asked Harry as everyone kneeled down and touched the boot.
"It's not just any ol' boot," said Fred.
"It's a portkey," said George.
"What's a portkey?" asked Harry impatiently.
"Ready?" said Mr. Diggory. "One...Two..."
"Harry, grab on!" said Mr. Weasley, and Harry quickly grabbed on the portkey.
"Three!"
It was a very weird feeling, being transported from one place to another. Everything was turning and turning and turning and turning and swirling and swirling and swirling and swirling and turning...
"Okay, kids, let go!" shouted Mr. Weasley.
"What?!" said Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Blaise at the same time.
"Let go!"
And they all did, yelling and falling, till finally they landed quite hard on the ground. Blaise was the first one to get up, but she stumbled and fell on top of Harry.
"Ow!" they both said. Blaise quickly got off, blushing.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she said, feeling like she was going to lose her balance again.
"It's okay," said Harry, blushing a bit himself.
Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric walked down from thin air as if they've been traveling by portkeys all their lives. As everyone started on their way again, Cedric stretched out a hand for
Harry. Harry hesitated, then he took his hand and Cedric helped him up. "Thanks."
As they moved closer to their destination, they heard music, and lots of people cheering. A person flew right passed them on his broom. Then...there were lots of tents, many people speaking in different varieties of languages, colorful-dressed jugglers juggling fireballs and colorful objects in mid air, house elves riding on camels, people dressed as their favorite Quidditch players and rode on brooms, and many trollies selling candy and wonderful-looking items. Harry stared in awe, especially Blaise.
"This is so awesome!" she yelled, but she was barely heard over the loud Irish music. "The Quidditch World Cup! Whooo!" "
"We'll be going, Aurthur," said Mr. Diggory, and shook hands with him. "Come along, Cedric!" Cedric quickly hugged Blaise and followed his father.
"See you later, Cedric!" Fred and George said together. They wandered through huge crowds a little further more and stopped in front of a rather small tent.
"Ah," said Mr. Weasley. "Here we are!" He opened the tent flap, letting Fred and George go in first, the Ron, Ginny, Hermione, then Mr. Weasley, leaving Harry and Blasie go in the tent last.
Inside was huge! There was a kitchen, a dinning room, bunk beds, and a fire place...It seems this tent has it all.
"Ron, get out of the kitchen," said Mr. Weasley. "We're all hungry."
"Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron," said Fred and George together, putting their feet on the table.
"Feet off the table," said Mr. Weasley.
"Feet off the table!" said the twins, putting their feet on the floor then back on the table. Harry smiled, looking round the tent in amazement.
"I love magic," he said quietly.
"Me too," said Blaise, taking a couple of steps, then tripped on the carpet. Right before she hit the floor, Harry caught her, and held her tight.
"Blaise, are you all right?" he asked.
"I think," replied Blaise, holding onto Harry, afraid that she'll still fall. "Thank you, Harry."
"Anytime," said Harry, feeling his stomach doing back flips. Blaise blushed. She never saw Harry this close before.
"Get a room, you love birds," teased Fred, tossing a pillow at Harry. Harry and Blaise quickly let go of each other, blushing red in the face. Then Blaise threw the pillow back at Fred.
"I'd reckon they not get a room," muttered George, clearly glowing with jealousy.
"What was that, George?" said Fred. "Have you fallen for Blaise?"
"No! Shut up!"
The Weasleys, Harry, Blaise, Ron, and Hermione walked their way to the Quidditch stadium. Their seats were in the Box, the top best seats. There were thousands of people, lights flashed across both the stadium and the sky. A person pushing a cart was selling interesting things. Ron bought a living miniature figure of the Bulgarian Quidditch Seeker, Victor Krum, and special binoculars to watch the game - with a pause button, rewind button, and even slow motion - called omnioculars. Harry got the same omnioculars and a miniature Victor Krum for Blaise. Blaise bought a miniature Irish Quidditch player for Harry. They all got their hats and flags and faces painted. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got their faces painted the colors of the Bulgarian team, the Weasley twins and Ginny got theirs painted the Irish colors, and Blaise oddly did a mixture of both of the teams colors--her face was painted the colors of the Bulgarians, and her hat and flag represented the Irish.
Finally, they made it to the Box, finding Cornelius Fudge sitting in one of the seats in the corner. He greeted Mr. Weasley. Fred, George, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Blaise, and Hermione sat in the fist row. Fred and George sat by each other, Harry sat next to George, Blaise sat next to Harry, Ron sat next to Blaise, Hermione sat by Ron, and Ginny sat next to Hermione, leaving Mr. Weasley by Ginny and Fudge next to Mr. Weasley. (What a mouthful).
Harry looked around and saw in another row a house elf that looked liked the girl version of Dobby was sitting in a seat, as if she was saving the whole row for someone. Blaise placed her hand on top of Harry's hand. Harry turned his head, blushing again, and saw how excited Blaise looked. She looked at Harry, a bright smile on her face. Harry had to smile back.
"I'm glad you're here with me," said Blaise. Harry couldn't take it. He leaned in so his face was inches from Blaise, but right before their lips met, he unfortunately saw a familiar person.
"Harry...?" Blaise slowly drew back and looked where Harry was staring at. "Oh, great..." she mumbled to herself. It was no other than Draco Malfoy. And his father, Lucius, and mother, Narcissa. Nicole Yasha was with them, too. Blaise almost waved, but she stopped herself. Her and Nicole had been best friends since their first year at Hogwarts. They both met on the Hogwarts Express, and they made friends with Cedric and some other people. When the Sorting Hate sorted Blaise in Gryffindor and Nicole in Slytherin, it became harder for them to stay friends, since Gryffindors and Slytherins do not get along. So they've been secret best friends. Even Cedric kept their secret, even though he thought they were cute oddballs. Fred and George knew their secret from the beginning, of course, but they never told a single soul.
"What are they doing here?" said George.
"Dunno," said Fred, waving at Nicole. "But things should get really interesting."
Nicole leaned back against the wall behind her lazily, looking on at Draco exchanging insults with the Gryffs. She didn't say anything, Blaise would be mad if she said anything to them later. So she just sneered at them and laughed at the things Draco said, like the Slytherin she is. She didn't really care about it though.
She saw Lucius pull on his son's arm roughly to let him know they were going to their seats and narrowed her eyes at him. He treated Draco like crap. She flopped her magically straightened thick brown hair over her shoulder and pushed herself off the wall. She sneered at Ron Weasley's glare and followed after Draco.
Nicole strode up beside him and kept quiet, Slytherins don't usually talk to each other. At least, most Slytherins don't. Draco enjoyed the silence while he could, because he knew as soon as they were out of the Gryffindor's sight...
"Ooh! Draco! We're at the Quidditch World Cup!!" came a squeal from his side. Draco sighed, he knew the blissful silence wouldn't last long.
"Aren't you excited, Draco? You get to see the game, and I see the players! Quidditch players, man!" She was hopping now, he wondered how long her glasses would hold on. "...All the sexy Irish players! Irish team rules!" That caught his attention.
"Are you crazy!" he said, incredulously, "Bulgaria's going to destroy Ireland!" Nicole rolled her eyes, nobody messes with Draco's Bulgarian ream. She sighed.
"I know that, I'm as big a fan of Bulgaria as you are. They're just so...unattractive!" She shuddered, thinking of the big, broad, manly, men.
This time it was Draco's turn to sigh.
"Is that all you think about?"
"...maybe..."
They got to their seats, Draco's dad wasn't there yet. Draco relaxed, everything is better when he's not around. He looked to his side at his best friend and his eyes softened, though the scowl was still there. She was always so excited, even for the littlest things. Her happiness was catching, and Draco felt the sides of his mouth tug up a bit.
"Draco! Look! They're coming out!"
He fixed his eyes on the field, laughing when she jumped up excitedly pointing at the giant leprechaun. He was honestly having fun, laughing with Nicole over the stupid things.
The leprechaun danced as gold fell from the sky. Everyone in the stands stretched their hands out, grabbing the gold. Ron was like a maniac, catching as many gold coins as he can.
"I'm rich! Whoo!" he yelled.
"I'm gonna buy chocolate with this gold!!" Blaise shouted, snatching the coins. "Hey, Ron, look over there!"
"What?" Ron looked where she was pointing, and then Blaise grabbed a few gold pieces from Ron's arms.
"Muahaha!" Blaise laughed foolishly. Harry had to laugh along. Even if the Malfoys were here, he felt at east being next to Blaise, and with his friends. There was no knowing when evil would strike again.
Authors Note: Hi! This is Nicole, and you just read the first chapter of me and Blaise's first collaboration, Harry Potter and the Firey Goblet. Catchy name, eh? I thought of it meself! (not really...). Now usually, I don't like self-inserts, but this was too hard to resist writing! Me and Blaise have worked really hard on it, so review please!