Chapter Eight
It was the end of September; the time had come to announce the contestants for the Triwizard Tournament. Needless to say, everyone was thrilled.
Everyone was gathered in the dinning hall again and sat down wherever they wanted to. As usual, the three girls took their seats near the back against a wall. Except they had the Weasley twins beside them, one of which had their arm around Ember.
The two had become rather exclusive now. He was cute, held her books, played small tricks on her here and there and of course, he was still never without his other half, George. One could say that she was sort of dating both considering they were never apart, hell, they'd probably have threesomes!
Angelina had watched them for about five minutes that night she caught them making out in the common room, not sure whether to interrupt or not. When the moaning and gross stuff started happening, she decided she'd let them know she was there so she wouldn't have to see anything else. Mean, it was sort of gross, given the fact that Fred was the twin Angelina liked and Ember was her new best friend.
I know, I know, sick right?
She was cool with it though, strangely. She claimed she liked someone else, so it was fair to guess that Angie liked George instead of Fred. Poor her though, he had his sights on Tiffany. It didn't matter though because Ember was content with Fred. They'd only been together a week and Fred and her had chapped lips from making out so much already. He was fun to kiss.
Everyone knew Fred would be asking her out, that's why everyone had acted strange the night he did. It had actually been up to Harry that night to go and talk to Ember about if she liked Fred. That's why he was there… but he got more then one answer. Of course, no one knew about her and Harry having a moment, well, no one aside from Tiffany and Angelina.
That made Angelina a little angry though, just a little though.
"Good afternoon everyone," Dumbledore said as everyone settled in.
Tiffany and Ember exchanged smiles, super excited to see who got in.
"I expect you are having a good day today," Dumbledore said, smiling at everyone. "It is time to announce the competitors!"
Everyone cheered. This was the day they had been waiting for. Why it even took this long was stupid but man, did that anticipation ever build to become something great.
Dumbledore hushed the crowd and faced the Goblet. He put his hands on each side of the cup and closed his eyes.
Instantly, blue fire came out of the goblet and so did a piece of paper. Wow, that was cool!
Dumbledore caught the piece of paper and read it, "From Durmstrang, our favourite quittich player, Viktor Krum!"
Durmstrang cheered and Viktor got up and walked towards a chamber where the three competitors were to go. Gosh, he was kind of hot, besides the strange European face. They could look past that though. His body must have been killer from those quittich matches. The girls must go crazy in bed with him.
The Goblet lit up again and a nice, lacy piece of paper came out. Gosh, wonder whom that belongs too…
"From BeauxBatons, Fleur Delecour!" Dumbledore yelled.
The girls all clapped and cheered and a girl with long blonde hair stood up smiling and walked over to the chamber, shaking her butt from side to side. All eyes were on her, guys wanted to ride her, girls wanted to be her; except for Ember and Tiffany who knew the girl for what she really was, a completely and total bitch.
"Wait! I remember her!" Tiffany said. "Isn't she Claude-Ann's older sister?"
Ember squinted her eyes to get a better look at the sad excuse for a girl.
"Yeah she is!" Ember said glaring. "I hated that whole family."
"Can you believe that we used to go to that school?" Tiffany asked Angelina.
Angelina laughed and shook her head. These girls were to awesome for that school.
"I most definitely can't," Angelina answered. "You girls aren't little Barbie girls. They are pathetic. They run around like that for guys to stare at them."
"Well, we walk around with high heeled shoes and stuff. What does that make us?" Ember asked.
Did she even have to ask?
"Well, put it this way…they go to the boys, but the boys come to us," Tiffany said.
"That, my friend, is sooo true!" Ember said. She high fived Tiffany who in turn high fived Angelina. Damn, they were good.
The Goblet lit on fire again and the last (or so they thought) piece of paper came out.
"From Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore announced beaming. He was clearly proud of him.
Everyone from the Hufflepuff house and Hogwarts cheered loudly, Ember and Tiffany thought their ears would burst. They cheered to though of course. I mean, he was from Hogwarts and a total hottie! He was single too… yum, Tiffany liked this one.
"There!" Dumbledore yelled. "We have our three competitors and now they are all waiting in the chamber…" but then the Goblet lit up again. Everyone stared and several teachers looked angry and confused. Did this mean it was going to spit up yet another name?
It burst into huge blue flames and a piece of paper came out. Tension was in the air. This was so not called for.
Dumbledore grabbed it and took a deep breath in before he read it. His eyes grew wide with shock. He muttered someone's name. People in the front heard him and looked back at the side table to Harry. Harry sat down and sunk into the crowd. Oh god, are you serious? Hasn't this boy gone through enough?
"Oh my god," Ember said under her breath. "That's impossible."
"He's only fourteen!" Tiffany whispered, looking at Ember totally confused. Fred and George couldn't do it!
"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore yelled. Now everyone's eyes were on him or searching for him.
The three girls saw Hermione pushing Harry to go up.
"Go!" She whispered. "Just go!"
Harry looked startled as he walked forward. Angelina looked at Ron who was looking very angry and jealous. Fred gripped Ember's hand tightly. Clearly, he wasn't impressed either. He and George had tried but failed, how did Harry do it?
"He's a cheat!" Angelina yelled. Several people agreed and yelled that out a couple more times.
"He's not old enough! It's not fair!" Tiffany yelled.
Ember let go of Fred's hand and hit her two friends. That wasn't fair, he didn't choose this!
"You guys! Stop it!" Ember whispered hitting both of them for a second time.
"Well it's true!' Tiffany whispered back.
"What if it wasn't him who put it in the goblet! It's impossible!" Ember said, feeling sorry for Harry as he entered the chamber.
Dumbledore and all the other teachers dismissed everyone and ran inside in a hurry after Harry. Two other teachers who belonged to the other schools complained and yelled at Dumbledore, saying he cheated and it wasn't fair. Great, blame the old guy.
"What do you mean?" Tiffany answered. "Of course he did it!"
"But Dumbledore put a spell on the Goblet," Ember reassured. "An age line! Even Fred and George couldn't get passed it."
"That's true," Angelina agreed. Fred and George nodded, understanding Ember's point.
"Well maybe he got an older student to do it for him," Tiffany suggested. "Maybe he threatened Cedric that if he didn't put his name in it, he'd give him frog eyes."
"How? Dumbledore's a very powerful wizard! The only one who might be able to get rid of the spell would be another teacher!" Ember said, defending Harry. Wow, another teacher, really?
"Are you trying to tell me a TEACHER set him up?" Tiffany said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Yes!"
"No way Ember! Think about someone else who could get passed that," Fred said.
"Yeah, someone even more powerful then Dumbledore," George suggested.
"No one is as powerful as Dumbledore though!" Ember couldn't understand why this had happened to Harry.
"Yes…you-know-who is," Angelina said as she looked around, making sure no one heard.
"You-know-who?!" Ember yelled in shock. Several young Gryffindors stared puzzled at the girls. What did they want? Stupid rats, first years were so annoying.
"Scram!" Angelina yelled. The kids left. That was sort of funny. They watched the four girls scurry off, muttering they were sorry under their breaths. They would have laughed but it wasn't a laughing moment.
"Oh, not you too! You think you-know-who set him up?" Tiffany asked.
"Not quite. I remember Fred and George telling me that they over heard Ron and Harry talking about something," Angelina said. "Apparently when Harry got that scar from you-know-who, some of you-know-who's power was transferred to Harry."
"So…Harry could have done this?" Ember said.
"Exactly!" Tiffany said happily. "I told you I was right!"
"We better not assume things though. Let's go talk to Hermione about this." Ember said.
"Oh Lord!" Tiffany yelled. "Why do you want to talk to HER?"
Yeah, she didn't like that girl too much.
"To get the real 411. She's always with Harry. She'd know if he did it or not," Ember said.
"Exactly. But they are best friends. Why would she tell us? So we could turn him in?" Tiffany said.
"Yeah," Fred agreed.
"She'd never tell us," George said.
"Besides, Ron didn't even tell us," Fred said.
"Exactly!" George said. "And we're his brothers!"
They all looked at each other, still unsure on what to do. The gossip was so juicy; they needed to know the real deal.
"It's worth a shot," Angelina suggested.
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you!" Tiffany warned. She smelt trouble with this one.
They got up and went back to the common room together. Fred took Ember hand again and people gave them weird stares as they all ran by. What the hell were they looking at?
They found Ron and Hermione talking on the couch about what had just happened. They were in deep conversation. Hermione was doing most of the talking while Ron played with his fingernails looking pretty pissed.
"Hi Ron and Hermione," Angelina said.
"Hi Angelina," Hermione said, smiling weakly. Ron just snorted and put his head down. He did look pretty pissed. He didn't even say hi properly to his brothers?
"Listen," Ember said sitting down beside Ron and Hermione. "What's up? Did Harry put it in?"
Hermione bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "We don't know."
Ember, Tiffany and Angelina exchanged glances. Fred and George were onto other things though. This was the perfect moment to piss Ron off even more.
"Ron, you look kind of…" George started.
"Angry mate," Fred finished. The twins smiled at each other and laughed. Ron just shook his head and glared at them.
"Well, I was wrong," Tiffany said. "I most definitely thought they'd say no and then they'd be lying. But I guess Harry's been keeping secrets from them."
"Shut up, Tiff! Maybe he was set up, as I already mentioned," Ember said. She looked at Ron. "Are you okay Ron?"
Ron lifted his head. His face was beat red and he looked angry. "I'm fine."
Yeah right, he looked like he was going to blow a fuse and the twins loved every bit of it.
Ember looked at Hermione for an explanation. Hermione just shook her head.
"He'll be fine. I think he's just shocked that Harry got in," Hermione said, putting her arm around Ron.
"Ron, I think you should talk to Harry," Angelina suggested as she sat down on the chair across from them.
"I will never talk to that piss head again," Ron said. He put his head down again and almost shook with anger.
"Wow, looks like somebody's jealous," the twins teased.
Ron got up and walked towards the boys' dormitory and went up without a word.
"What did I say?" Fred asked, looking totally guilty.
"Yeah! We were just messing with him," George teased.
"Don't worry…he's just upset that, if it was Harry, he didn't put Ron's name in it to," Hermione said. She stood up and looked at everyone.
That didn't make any sense.
"But what if he did! He wouldn't know because its not like the goblet spits out all the names that were put in with the ones that are red are the chosen ones," Ember said. It was true, Harry could have very well put Ron's name in six times for all they knew.
"I don't know. I don't even know if it was Harry who put his name in the Goblet…but I want to find out," Hermione said.
She said goodnight and went upstairs.
"Well…if even his best friends don't know then maybe he was set up," Tiffany said, shrugging. It was true, his friends knew everything.
"We won't know for a while I think. Let's just go upstairs have a good rest and work on our homework for tomorrow instead of this," Ember said. "We really have to finish that Herbology paper Tiffany."
Fred pulled Ember into his arms and kissed her cheek.
"What if I want a little bit of alone time?" He cooed.
All right, she could make an exception for him.
Tiffany waved them off.
"Go right a head! Don't leave sticky white stuff in the corridors though," she teased.
George shivered in disgust with Angelina and they all laughed. Besides, that wouldn't happen… at least, they didn't think so.
"I'll be back in like, a bit over an hour," Ember said.
They said goodbye and split to do their own things.
