Disclaimer: Unless Harry's scar is a smiley face, I do not and will never own Harry Potter.

(AN) So, I am in big trouble with you people. You're probably out for my blood because I haven't been updating! I had decided to take a little break and pick up my own original novel that I'm working on (Don't bother looking for it, I haven't put it any where on the web yet) so I did that, and then with all of these big upcoming events for me coming around the corner and my evil sister being in the hospital 24-7 lately, I completely forgot I had a story to write! Ha! Well, any way, here's the next chapter!

Special thanks: fclovesharrypotter, you've done it again! I love this disclaimer! Think up some more for me!

Harry Potter and Some Really Bad Luck

"And now," Dumbledore's voice rang through the hall, "here comes what you've all been waiting for! The champion selection!"

The old man spun lightly on his heals and turned to face the goblet spewing dazzling blue flames. After a few seconds of looking at the cup, sparks began to fly from it, the flames now turning a bright red as a piece of small, charred paper shot forth from it's depths. Dumbledore caught the parchment with ease and unfolded it, gazing at the piece intently.

He looked up and with a warm smile upon his face looked to the crowd and announced, "The Durmstrang champion is... VIKTOR KRUM!"

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers as Krum strode up to the front of the hall, taking his parchment from the Headmaster with a grunt. He then walked off to the champion's chambers to wait for the others.

The Great Hall once again became silent.

The red flames, spitting sparks in every direction, produced another burnt and blackened bit of paper. It floated down and Dumbledore snatched it up in his hand. He stared at the paper for a moment before shouting, "FLEUR DELECOUR, from Beaubatons Academy!"

The Great Hall clapped wildly. Fleur beamed brightly as she half skipped to the front of the hall, taking her piece of paper cheerfully and running off to the champion's chambers to join Krum, Fred and George wolf-whistling as she passed.

As soon as she was gone Padfoot, with a doggish grin, sneaked over to where she had been sitting. He wolfed down her meal, messily, splattering food everywhere making the other girls shriek in disgust. Harry just laughed at the sight of the beautiful Beaubatons girls with pudding in their hair. He then returned his attention to the goblet and Dumbledore.

The flames turned red once more as the parchment flew from it's depths. Dumbledore unfolded it and proclaimed, "The Hogwarts champion is... CEDRIC DIGGORY!"

The Hogwarts students cheered and some even screamed (Hufflepuff girls) as Cedric walked up to accept his piece of paper from the Headmaster, grinning happily. He then disappeared into the room with the other champions.

"Now! Time for bed, pip-pip!" said Dumbledore, beaming at his students.

The students exited the hall, many already taking bets on who would win the tournament. "It'll be nice being out of the spotlight for once," Harry commented to Ron, looking over his shoulder, watching the Goblet burn itself out, not to relight till the next tournament. "Mmm... yeah, I guess," said Ron, who, unlike Harry, kind of liked the feeling of being special. Harry, oblivious, was looking forward too a year that was relatively relaxing. He knew he would have to deal with the transformations every month, but at least he didn't have a psycho after him this year. Or so he thought. He had completely forgotten about his recent encounter with Greyback as he was so elated that some prick didn't decide to throw him into the tournament.

Harry grinned all the way down to the common room, when he received another wave of nausea. He looked around for a place to barf and found none, and upchucked on an unfortunate Ms. Norris as she was passing by, earning many cheers from his classmates.

(AN) I know this is insanely short but... well, the really wasn't that much to say in this chapter. Sorry. At least I updated. I got scared earlier because my laptop decided it was going to go haywire on me and I thought it had like... you know... died. But I lucked out! See you all next Saturday (I hope). Bye!