Chapter 25: The Triwizard Tournament Champions
Third Person POV:
1st of November 1994, Hogwarts Castle, Hogsmeade Grounds, Scotland
The day had come, the day that the Goblet of Fire was open to the 7th years to put their names in.
"Are you a hundred per cent sure about this?" Isa asked as Aragon approached the blue ring of fire around the Goblet.
"I explained this is the only way for me to help my people while I'm here." Aragon told as he stepped inside the ring.
The Jedi Crown Prince sighed as he lifted his arm with the parchment that held his name. 'No way back anymore.' and he dropped the piece into the Goblet.
As he turned, he swore he saw Dumbledore's eyes sparkle with something strange and mysterious.
Dumbledore watched the 7th years from the three schools drop their names into the Goblet. He could only smile evilly as the Jedi Crown Prince did it too, hinting that his plan was slowly working.
The evil Headmaster knew that the Goblet only choose those the most worthy of each school, and a Jedi Crown Prince certainly knew some tricks and traps to survive, but he'd never survive what he'd planned for the boy.
Dumbledore went back to his office, to his desk where a crystal ball was lying in a golden standard.
Inside that ball, red liquid was flowing around.
The Headmaster had been able to retrieve the crystal ball from Mustafar before the Jedi King rose to power and destroyed many artefacts.
The ball would have been destroyed too, Dumbledore knew that for sure.
The crystal ball had been owned by Nute Gunray, an alien being who had served the Sith Emperor in the Clone Wars and had been murdered by Darth Vader when the Sith Empire had been established.
Dumbledore sat down behind his desk and laid his wrinkled hands onto the ball, hearing the voices speak.
"With a rise, there shall be a fall. A fall of society, restriction of the Connected Power. It shall cause a Break of Harmony only the strongest can survive. Listener, be aware, that there always shall be a price on power."
2nd of November, Queen Mary's quarters, Jedi Temple Palace, Coruscant
Queen Mary was reading through some of the files on recent missions that her Knights had done as the doors opened up to reveal Charlie. She looked up with a smile. "Ah, Charlie, what brings you here?"
"There's been a message from Prince Aragon." Charlie replied, still a little shy.
"Tell me, what is my son's message?" Queen Mary asked as she put down the file she currently had in her hand.
Charlie cleared his throat. "He will participate in the Triwizard Tournament if the Goblet chooses his name."
Mary face palmed her forehead. "Thank you for telling me, I'll converse with my husband about this."
Charlie bowed before leaving the room.
Mary quickly connected to the Force to search her husband's presence. When she found him, she brushed against his shields.
'Mary? What is it?' Luke asked when he let her into his mind.
'Aragon, he's being incredibly stupid!' Mary replied.
The Queen could hear her King groan.
'Tell up, what is it?' Luke asked in a mocking tone.
'Aragon put his name in the Goblet of Fire.' Mary replied.
'WHAT!? How can he be that crazy?!' Luke yelled, nearly making Mary deaf.
'Geez love, not so loud! Well, I don't know that either, but I bet that are your Palpatine genes playing up.' Mary shushed.
'Blame it on my lovable grandfather once again.' Luke mocked his wife.
'Hey, didn't I marry you because you could be crazy?' Mary asked, rolling her eyes.
'Forgot that part.' Luke murmured.
'I've got some more work to do, I'll see you tonight, my love.' Mary cooed.
'Until the night, my dearest beloved.' Luke send back before breaking the link that was between them.
Mary got her head back into the mission files, as well as the files of future recruits.
11th of November 1994, Hogwarts Castle, Hogsmeade Grounds, Scotland
The day had come that the Goblet had chosen it's participants for the Tournament.
Everyone had gathered in the Great Hall.
Dumstrang students were sitting with the Slytherin ones and the Beauxbatons students were sitting at the Ravenclaw table.
Dumbledore walked up besides the Goblet. "Welcome students, by the most glorious event that shall happen in the Triwizard Tournament: choosing the Champions. For every school, there is only one champion that the Goblet deems worthy of being in it. So, let's move to it, shall we."
The Headmaster motioned to the other two Headmasters, Igor Karkaroff and Olympe Maxime.
"For Dumstrang Institute, the Champion is..." Dumbledore began.
The blue fire inside the Goblet turned red, spewing out a piece of parchment.
"Viktor Krum!" Dumbledore called.
Everyone from Dumstrang cheered for their Champion as he stood up from the table, walking to the front to take the piece from Dumbledore and receiving a hug from his headmaster before being lead down to some room behind the staff table.
"Alright, let's move on." Dumbledore said as the noise was all down again. "For Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the Champion is..."
The fire turned red again, spewing out a piece of parchment.
"Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore called.
The students of Beauxbatons cheered for Fleur as she went to the front, taking the piece from Dumbledore before going down to the room behind the teachers' table.
The noise went down again.
"And now, the last Champion." Dumbledore said. "For Hogwarts School for Wizardry and Witchcraft, the Champion is..."
The blue fire turned blood red as it spew out a burned piece.
"Aragon Palpatine!" Dumbledore called.
The Slytherin table clapped and cheered loudly as Aragon stood up from the table, making up for the quietness at the other tables with the exception of Ravenclaw and a few Hufflepuff students.
Aragon took one last look at his brother and sisters before taking the piece of parchment from Dumbledore to disappear in the dark room behind the table, joining both Fleur and Viktor.
"You are ze Champion of 'Ogwarts?" Fleur asked.
"I appear to be, as you are Beauxbatons's Champion. Guess you do have a lot of spice within you." Aragon said, smiling at her.
Fleur placed a string of her silvery blonde hair behind her ear.
Viktor placed his hand firmly on his shoulder. "I haff heard about you, you're the son of the Jedi King."
Aragon nodded. "Yes, that'd be me."
"A Preence? I 'ave nevair met one." Fleur said, her tone partly dreamy.
"Well, now you have." Aragon said, smiling politely.
Fleur let out a dreamy sigh as the three Headmasters came down.
"Tomorrow, your wand's shall be checked by Mr. Ollivander. After that, you can go prepare for your First Task that shall take place within two weeks time." Dumbledore announced. "I wish you three good luck."
"Do you 'ave any idea of what eet could be?" Fleur asked, turning to the boy Champions.
Viktor shook his head.
"Just keep your eyes open for anything strange or suspicious that may look like a clue to the First Task." Aragon advised before he left the other two Champions alone to go to his common room.
When the Jedi Crown Prince got there, everyone cheered.
"And welcome the Champion of Hogwarts: Crown Prince Aragon Palpatine!" Marcus called with all his excitement.
Aragon laughed at the excitement from his friend.
"Hey bro, you've gotta inform mom and dad about this soon." Isa mentioned.
"Yeah, I'll just send a note to dad." Aragon said, shrugging his shoulders.
"They probably think you've gone crazy." Ben said.
Aragon chuckled. "Hey, we're all crazy, remember. We're Palpatines, craziness is literately in our blood!"
"Still, it's no reason to go to the extremes." Hope commented.
"Don't mention it, I'll be fine." Aragon said, smiling at his little sister.
Hope shook her head. "I'm not worried about you Aragon, but about what Dumbledore has planned for you. And you know it can't be anything good."
"I know I have to prepare for more than just something little, I know I'll may have to use the Dark Arts of both magic and the Force to avoid everything." Aragon sighed.
Everyone went to bed after a cheerful evening, yet Hope was one of the few who could not truly sleep well.
After all, what would Dumbledore have planned with Aragon? What was to come this year to them? Were they truly cursed like many Gryffindors shout out?
That evening, Dumbledore was in his office walking around as the crystal ball was still on his desk.
It was standing there innocently as it spoke once again.
"Darkness shall arise to erase the light, making the light fall. There shall be a bitter war, signed with the blood of the first slay."
I hope it's a bit good.
Suggestions for upcoming chapters are very welcome! Thank you!
~ Artemis Hunter 441