Chapter 7
The next day, after classes, I walk with Harry outside. He said he needed to find Cedric before the First task, and decided now was the best time. We pass some Slytherins with buttons that say, "Cedric Diggory" and change to "Potter Stinks" if they press it. It was horrible. I glare at the passing Slytherins, who snicker at Harry, pressing their buttons.
Harry ignores them and walks up to Cedric. "Hey look at the badge, Potter!" One of his friends yells, as Cedric sits up.
"Can I have a word?" Harry asks politely.
"All right," He says, standing up. I follow them, glaring at Cedric's friends, before turning around.
"Dragons, that's the first task," Harry tells him when he feels their far away from anyone. "They've got one for each of us."
"Are you serious?" He asks in disbelief. Harry nods.
"And, um, Fleur and Krum, do they-?"
"Yes." Harry answers.
"Come on, Ced, Leave him." O ne of his friends yells at them.
Harry and I start to walk away, before Cedric grabs his shoulder.
"Hey, listen. About the badges. I've asked them not to wear them, but-"
"Don't worry about it." Harry interrupts, walking away, with me trailing behind.
Harry spots Ron and Storms after him.
"You're a right foul git, you know that?" Harry growls.
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, stay away from me."
"Fine"
"Harry! That's your best friend, why would you say that to him?" I ask him, as people whisper about him, though loud enough so we can hear. Harry ignores me and walks off.
"Why so tense, Potter?" Malfoy's voice asks, cutting through the air.
"My father and I have a bet, you see." He continues, up in a tree. Poor tree.
"I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in this tournament."
He jumps out of the tree and walks up to us. "He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five."
"I don't give a damn what your father thinks Malfoy." Harry explodes, stalking up to Malfoy, pushing him.
"He's vile and cruel. And you're just pathetic."
Harry walks away, back towards me.
"Pathetic?" Malfoy ask, grabbing his wand.
"Oh, no, you don't sonny!" Professor Moody yells at the blonde, turning him into a ferret. "I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!"
I start laughing, wishing I thought of that. Harry turns around and sees Malfoy, before he starts laughing.
"You stinking, cowardly, scrummy…" He starts spitting out, making the ferret fly up and down.
"Professor Moody!" McGonagall yells, running across the courtyard. "What are you doing?"
"Teaching," Moody growls.
"Is that a—? Is that a Student?"
"Technically, it's a ferret." Moody then stuffs Malfoy down Crabbe's pants. Goyle Grabs Crabbe and reaches down in his pants in an attempt to get Malfoy, sending me into fits of laughter. He then pulls his hand back, holding it, a little blood rolling down his finger.
Moody looks back at us, and winks. Soon, Malfoy comes down Crabbe's pant leg and McGonagall turns him back into a boy.
"My father will hear about this!" He yells, looking disgruntled.
"Is that a threat?" He asks, running after the Slytherin boy.
"Professor Moody!" McGonagall yells.
"Is that a threat?"
"Professor!"
"I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair!" He yells at the blonde, who runs away.
"Alastor, Alastor. We never use transfiguration a punishment! Surely Dumbledore told you that."
"He might have mentioned it."
"Well, you will do well to remember it." McGonagall then shoos the on-lookers, as Moody makes a face at her.
"You. Come with me." He tells Harry.
"I'll meet you in the Common Room, Harry. Go on." I whisper in his ear, before leaving, only to turn and watch him disappear.
Soon the day for the First task arrived, and I was just as nervous as if I were one of the champions. I t didn't help that the twins, both sets, were going around asking people to place bets on the champions. I glared at them, and head down to the Champions' tent.
I stop outside at one of the openings and psst to the figure next to me.
"Harry is that you?" I ask
"Yeah," the figure answers, his voice sounding nervous.
"How are you feeling?"
He doesn't answer me so I keep on going, repeating what Hermione told me to tell Harry. "The Key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to-"
"Battle a dragon," Harry cuts me off with. I tear up a little and rush in, hugging him. I look in his eyes and he leans forwards, as if to kiss me again. He's stopped by a bright flash, and we look over to see Rita Skeeter, mumbling something about young love.
"How…stirring," She thinks. "If everything goes unfortunately today you two may even make the front page."
"You have no business here," An accented voice says behind Skeeter. She turns to face Krum.
"This tent is for champions and friends."
"No matter. We've got what we wanted." Skeeter then leaves, and Dumbledore comes in.
"Good day, champions. Gather round, please." Everyone forms a circle around him.
"Now, you've waited, you've wondered, and at last the moment has arrived. A moment only four of you can full appreciate." He looks over at me and asks, "What are you doing here, Miss Hale?"
"Sorry, I'll just go," I whisper, looking at Harry one last time, before leaving the tent, and going up to the stands. As I walk to the Stands it hits me. That picture I drew last year of Harry and the dragon, that picture was of today! Why didn't I see this earlier! I ran to my sisters, telling them what I realized. I watched as they paled and looked to the arena. It was time for the first champion to battle their dragon.
I didn't much attention to any of the other champions, but when it was Harry's turn; my attention was full on him. He looks around, and spots his objective, the Golden egg. The dragon then comes out after him, as he steps towards the egg. He is flung into some rocks, before the dragon tries to scorch him. I try turn myself away as harry is flung around some more, but I can't seem to look away. He gets up and runs, the dragon spewing more fire at him.
"Your wand, Harry! Your wand!" Hermione finally yells at him. "He's not going to hear you!" I yell at her.
"Accio Firebolt!" Harry yells, swishing his wand around. He gets behind a rock, the same one from the picture, just as the dragon spews more fire at him, only hitting the rock. He then jumps on his broom, as the dragon is still trying to burn him, and Harry flies away. He flies out of the arena, and the dragon breaks its chains and follows, heading towards the castle. Everything's silent, except for a few roars. The new hear nothing, and I think the worst, tears rolling down my face. When Harry, on a smoking broom, appears out of no where. He flies over to the egg, and snatches it. The crowd goes wild.
Back in the Common Room, we celebrate. Harry passes the egg around the cheering room, as I try to wipe away a few tears from earlier. Fred and George put Harry on their shoulders talking about how they knew he wouldn't die.
"Go on, Harry. What's the clue?" Dean asks, as soon as the room is quiet, handing the egg back to him.
"Who want me to open it?" Harry asks. The room cheers and he asks again, getting a better response. He then does open it and a loud screeching sound emits from the egg. Harry's dropped by Fred and George who grabs their ears, like everyone else in the room, and Harry struggles to shut it.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asks when Harry does shut the egg.
"All right, everyone! Go back to your knitting. This is going to be uncomfortable enough without you nosy sods listening in." George says, clearing the room out.
Harry and Ron star t to quietly talking to each other. They make up and everything seems all fit as a fiddle between them.
"Boys," Hermione whisper to us, shaking her head.
