Okay, before I start going into a huge long description and

bore you to death, I'll keep this short and simple, okay? Me

= Huge Harry Potter Freak. This = Something I Wrote 2 Year

s Ago (Thankfully Edited). Story Line =

BEGINNING IN HARRY POTTER & THE GOBLET OF FIRE – CHAPTER 18 (PAGE 297)

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THE REAL HOGWARTS CHAMPION

"Like them, Potter?" said Malfoy loudly as Harry approached him in the Great Hall. I looked up from my book just in time to see a small crowd gathering around the two of them while a few people were exchanging galleons – most likely betting on who would win in a fight. It seemed that many people had been putting there money on Harry. Far too many, she thought worriedly. "And this isn't all they do – look!"

Malfoy pressed his badge into his chest, and the message upon it vanished, to be replaced by another, which glowed green.

POTTER STINKS

The Slytherins howled with laughter. Each of them pressed their badges in unison as well, until "Potter Stinks" was shinning in bright green all around Harry. I saw the heat rise in his face and neck, turning him bright red.

"Oh very funny," said Hermione sarcastically to Linden Porter and her gang of Slytherin girls, whom were laughing harder than anyone, "really witty." I scrambled to my feet, more students were coming – blocking my view of what would be one heck of a fight. I heard shouting over the murmurs and gossip which was already spinning its way from person to person, no doubt going to end up through the entire school by supper.

Bad move. I thought my eyes widening in disbelief as Harry turned his back on one stunned enemy. By the time Malfoy had gotten his wand out, had given up on thinking coherently. I pushed through the crowd and tackled Harry, just as the white light had shot out of Malfoy's wand.

"What the bloody hell are you?" He asked, quite rudely.

"Oh, well, you're welcome. Glad to save your life, Mr. Potter. No need to thank me or anything." I replied sardonically, rolling off of him as I did so. I heard him sputter out some sort of response but, by that time, I was already retreating and avoiding all eye contact as I went.

It wasn't like I regretted doing what I'd done. No, I didn't regret anything. Of course, I certainly did regret having the same potions class with him. Yes, that would be awkward. If only I'd had it before all that just happened. Instead of right now. But, I didn't stop my dreadful journey to the dungeons, which – at that point – seemed oddly appropriate for the mood I was in.