Chapter 4: Belinda's POV: Hogwarts: Great Hall

"And now that we're all settled in and sorted I would like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this semester but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen," but he stopped because Filch, who was running up to him, stopped to talked to him but no one could hear what they were saying, then they finished and Filch ran back out, "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event The Triwizard Tournament. Now for those who don't know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. For each school a student is selected to compete."

"Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone, and trust me when I say these contest are not for the faint hearted. But more of that later, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress Madame Maxime." The a bunch of girl dressed in blue outfits and a tall woman walked in. As I looked at all the boys, I saw that they were drooling over them. I looked at Draco and noticed he was completely unfazed.

"Draco your not drooling like these other imbeciles. Why?" I asked him. He turned to me.

"Well yeah there pretty, but your beautiful." he said. I rolled my eyes, but game him a kiss on the cheek for the compliment. When the applause finally ended Dumbledore spoke again.

"And now our friends from the north. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff." he said. Then a bunch of boys, no I am mistaken, a bunch of men, walked in. Let me just tell you they were, hot! I even saw Victor Krum! Though I had to remind myself Draco's hotter, and that became my mantra until dinner was served. The Durmstrang boys ended up sitting at our table while the Beauxbaton girls sat with the Ravenclaws.

"Did you see those Durmstrang boys. Oh lala!" said Pansy fanning herself with her hand. I rolled my eyes. I've been doing that a lot lately.

"Pansy, you have a boyfriend, remember? He's the boy sitting right next to you." I said jesturing to Blaise.

"Yeah, I know, but you have to admit there hot!" she said, "You do think there hot right?"

"They're okay but Draco is hotter." I said kissing said boy on the lips. I heard someone gag.

"Gross. You two make me sick." said Daphne, who had just gotten back from sitting with some Durmstrang boys.

"Whatever." said Draco.

"Now what's up with you. Your blushing like mad. What happened?" asked Millicent.

"Well since the Yule Ball with be this year, one of the Durmstrang boys asked me to be his date!" Daphne squealed.

"Your attention, please!" said Dumbledore. I looked up towards the Head table and saw a tall…thing there beside him. "I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who win the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Mr. Bartemius Crouch." Then it began thundering and raining inside the Great Hall and students began screaming. Then someone cast a spell on the roof and it stopped. Everyone looked at the caster.

"Who the heck is he?" I asked to no one in particular.

"That's Mad-Eye Moody, or Alastor Moody he's an ex-Auror." Blaise explained. Then we saw Moody drink something from a bottle.

"What's that he's drinking?" asked Theo.

"I don't know, and don't want to know." said Pansy.

"It's most defiantly not pumpkin juice." said Draco grimacing. Then Crouch came forward.

"After due consideration the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final." he said. Then all hell broke loose as student began yelling and protesting about the rule.

"Silence." yelled Dumbledore. Everyone shut up. Then Dumbledore pointed his wand at the statue thing and it began to dissolve, and a brass cup appeared and blue flames came from it. "The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."

The next day we had Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Moody. Oh freaking joy! "Alastor Moody, ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent and your new Defense Against the Dark Art teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" he said. Everyone just stared at the psycho path. "When it comes to the Dark Arts I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" he asked. I raised my hand and he pointed at me.

"Three. The Cruciatus Curse, Imperious Curse, and Avada Kadavra, the use of any one of them with get you a one way ticket to Azkaban." I said.

"Ah yes your absolutely right. 15 points to Slytherin." he said. I smiled smugly as Draco gave me a kiss on the cheek. I heard someone gag, and saw Weasley and Potter doing it. Once again I wiggled my nose and a giant wind blew and knocked the two over. "Potter, Weasley get up." said Moody.

"Why does that keep happening?" said Weasley. I silently laughed.

"The Ministry says your too young, to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared. You need to find a better place to hide you gum besides the underside of you desk Mr. Finnigan!" Moody said with his back turned. Everyone turned to Finnigan to see he was doing exactly that. He began saying something when Moody threw something at him. "And hear across classrooms! So which curse shall we see first? Weasley!"

"Yes?" he squeaked.

"Stand. Give us a curse." Moody said.

"Well, the Imperious Curse." he said shakily.

"Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that." said Moody. Then for the rest of the lesson Moody preformed each curse on a spider. Then when class was over Blaise, Pansy, Draco and I left to go watch students enter there names in the Goblet.

"That was a scary DADA class." said Pansy.

"Pans, stop being such a Hufflepuff." said Draco.

"She has a point Draco, your not the one who had the spider in there hair." I said looking at a strand of my hair.

"I did have the spider on my face you know." he retorted.

"Touché, mon amour." I said. Then I saw Victor Krum put his name in the Goblet. He looked my way and winked and I felt Draco put his arm around me. When Victor walked away, Draco loosened his grip. I turned to him. Translation: Touché, my love

"Draco Malfoy are you jealous?" I asked.

"Why would I be jealous of that Bulgarian meat head?" he said. I rolled eyes and ignored the comment. A few days later it was time to announce the name's of the champions.

"Sit down, please." said Dumbledore. "Now the moment you've all been the waiting for, the champion selection." Then he turned down the lights of the fire around us. Then the Goblet's flame turned red and a name shot out of it. "The Durmstrang champion is Victor Krum." People applauded for him as he went to the side room to wait. Then once again the flame turned red and another name flew out. "The Beauxbatons champion is Fleur Delacour." People applauded for her as well.

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!" Once again everyone applauded for him. "Excellent we now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory, the Triwizard Cup." Then something weird happened the Goblet flamed again and two more name's flew out.

"Harry Potter and Belinda Taguchi." Dumbledore said. Wait did he say Belinda Taguchi? Everyone turned to either me or Potter. "Harry Potter and Belinda Taguchi!" he yelled this time. Potter rose from his seat and so did I, then we walked towards Dumbledore. He gave us each a paper and I looked at mine. Right there in black and white was this in perfect script:

Belinda Taguchi

I looked up at Dumbledore and then down at my paper. Then Potter and I walked towards the side door and walked into the room. When we got there we heard the teacher behind us yelling at each other, I would've laughed if I wasn't so…confused and truth be told…scared out of my freaking mind!

"Did either of you put your name in the goblet?" yelled Dumbledore.

"No sir." we said together.

"Did you ask an elder student to do it for you?" he asked.

"No sir." we said again.

"Are you positive?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." we said.

"Oh course they're lying." said Maxime. From behind me I heard Fleur insult us in French.

"Fleur Je sais qui tu viens de dire, je suis français. Alors, prenez que le dos." I said turning to her, she just stared at me. Translation: Fleur I know what you just said, I'm French. So take it back.

"The heck they are. The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a couple of fourth years." said Moody.

"You seemed to have given this a lot of thought, Mad-Eye." said Karkaroff.

"It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff, perhaps you remember." said Moody.

"That doesn't help, Alastor." said Dumbledore. "Leave this to you, Barty."

"The rules are absolute, The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr. Potter and Miss Taguchi have no choice. They are, as of tonight, Triwizard champions." he said, and they all turned to us. Potter and I looked at each other then back at everyone else.

That night I sat on my bed trying to read, but I just couldn't especially when Pansy, Millicent, Daphne and I heard a knock at our door. Pansy walked over to the door and opened it as Draco and Blaise bull rushed in. "How'd you do it?" they asked me.

"I didn't okay!" I responded. Draco sat on my bed next to me, while Blaise sat next to Pansy.

"Then how'd your name come out of the goblet?" asked Blaise.

"I have no idea. I don't even want to be in this stupid contest, but I have to participate. I have no choice." I responded. "You guys believe me, right?" There was silence for a while.

"Okay fine then, if you don't believe then I'm leaving." I said grabbing my house coat and walking out of the girls dormitories and the Slytherin common room ignoring the calls of my friends. I didn't know where I was going but I wanted to get away from there. Then I ran into someone, again, but this time I fell to the ground. "Ow could you watch where your going!" I said.

"Sorry." they said. I looked up and saw Potter holding out his hand, I took it and he helped me up.

"It's okay." I muttered. Then I turned to him. "What are you doing out here at this hour?"

"I just wanted to get away from my friends." he said, "You?"

"Same here." I paused, "I believe you." I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't think you put your name in the goblet. You were way to surprised." I explained.

"I don't think you put your name in there either." he responded. There was a very long pregnant pause.

"How about we make a truce. To maybe help each other through this, so one of us don't end up getting killed." I said.

"Sure, okay." he said.

"Well I'm going to head back. Goodnight….Harry." I said as I walked away.

"Goodnight Belinda." he said. I stopped and turned around.

"Belle." I said, he turned to me, "Call me Belle." Then I walked away.