The Quintwizard Tournament?
A.N. This gets a little slow in the beginning but this stuff is rather important to later chapters. If you would like to you may skip down to the star and all you really need to know is that the roof of Gryffndor tower can be accessed and that a large black dog is roaming the perimeter of campus.
So as not to break the tradition she had started her first day at Hogwarts, Bri woke early to go to the top of Gryffndor tower with her owl. She probably wouldn't be needed for a few hours until the students woke up and realized that their robes needed ironing. Bri opened the trap door. It was a warm and dewy October morning and the roof was such a peaceful place to think. It appeared that the only creature awake besides herself was a large black dog walking along the edge of the forest. " Strange, I don't believe I've seen a dog that large before. Looks a bit like a Grim, Professor Trelawney will have a heyday predicting student deaths if she sees this," Bri watched the sunrise and walked around the roof for a while before she knelt prayed to the patroness of the convent she grew up in. "St. Bernadette, protect the champions that will be selected tonight. Help them to be brave and keep them safe.... But if our champion is Fleur Delacour and it's entirely inevitable that she gets her head bitten off by a hippogriff, I understand. And please help Fred and George who will probably get their arms blown off trying to get their names into that stupid goblet."
"Gabrielle!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Madame Maxime roared. The humongous headmistress was shooting red sparks up next to her carriage.
"Oh shoot, can't she do anything herself?" thought Bri.
She slipped through the door and ran downstairs and across the lawn to the carriage.
* The day went rather quickly. Fred and George did not get their arms blown off. They just grew long white beards. Adam, Ron, Harry and Bri met in the Gryffndor common room to do their Divination homework. (They had been given an unusually lengthy assignment because Ron had made a rude remark pertaining to Lavender's anus). Before they knew it, it was 7 o'clock and time to head down to dinner.
After a scrumptious meal all eyes were on the goblet in front of the staff table. Dumbledore stood next to the goblet and it glowed white, then spit out a small piece of paper.
"The champion from Durmstrang Institute will be Viktor Krum!"
The applause was deafening.
" Mr. Krum please go to the room where you see Mr. Bagman standing.
The goblet spit out another piece.
"The Beauxbatons champion is Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced. "Please join Viktor in the side room.
The third slip of paper leapt out of the flames.
"And last but not least, the champion from our very own Hogwarts School.........Cedric Diggory!!"
But Dumbledore was wrong. Cedric wasn't the last. Another paper spit out and Dumbledore said quietly," Harry Potter."
Harry walked, stunned to the side room. Krum was looking even more sullen then usually Cedric was pacing back and forth and Fleur was tossing her hair nervously," What do zey want leetle boy? Why are you in here?"
But Harry didn't have to answer Fleur. Bri walked in, white as a sheet, "Harry, my name came out too."
"Ahh, well, this is interesting," said Ludo Bagman, "Perhaps well have to make it the Quintwizard Tournament, eh? ....Sorry bad joke."
"Zis must be some big joke, Meester Bagman zey are too young to compete" Fleur said indignantly.
" You must let me reenter all of my students until I get another champion, or else your seconds can't compete." Karkaroff whined.
" The Goblet has already gone out and it won't light again till the next tournament." Dumbledore replied.
"Anyways, I will be glad if she does not get to compete. Zat leetle cheater 'as ruined the tournament for ze 'ole school."
"Er," said Mr. Crouch, slightly afraid of Maxime," it clearly states in the rules that all person's whose name comes out of the goblet must compete."
" There you have it from the mouth of Bartemius Crouch, the man that has read the rules at least 700 times," Bagman announced, "Harry and Gabrielle must compete."
" Then she will compete disenfranchised. I will not allow 'er to 'ave ze honor of calling 'erself a member of Beauxbatons Academy. She is a cheating crevette and she does not 'ave ze moral fiber consistent with a Beauxbatons student."
"I think you all should stop yer whining. There's no way that two fourteen year old's could fool a powerful magical object like that. They should be the ones with the problem. They've been put in a situation that could kill 'em." said Proffessor Mad-Eye Moody entering the room.
"Hmph," replied Karkaroff and Maxime, turning their backs.
"You genuinely think that I would be stupid enough to consciously try to get myself killed? This time it was Bri that was doing the yelling. " Oh, and not consistent with moral fiber, my foot! We'll cogetu. She then started shouting other obscenities in Spanish.
Meanwhile in the Hall the Gryffndor table was filled with cheers.
" I don't care if I didn't get chosen as long as our champion's a Gryffndor!" Angelina told Fred.
Everyone at the table seemed to reciprocate. Everyone, that is, except for the people closest to Harry and Bri.
Hermione felt panic. They couldn't have put their own names in, could they? No, It would take too strong of Confundus charm to fool an object so magical that it could practically think. Maybe they had an older student put in their names? No, Harry would feel guilty. And Bri, Bri had lived her entire life doing everything for herself. She wasn't used to being able to depend on people. It probably wouldn't even have occurred to her to ask for help.
Adam was shocked. He had only known Harry and Bri for about a month but this seemed so much unlike them. Harry was sturdy, stable, and reliable. Harry was almost shy, he would never do anything this outrageous. "Bri", he thought," She shouldn't be as much of a surprise. She's a loose cannon. I've seen her do yoga on the roof at 5 am. But I always thought she was like me; a bit of a prankster but relatively sane enough to not do anything this stupid.
Ron felt jealous and betrayed. Harry always had to be the center of attention. It wasn't enough to have a fortune in Gringotts. He needed to be in the spotlight too. And he wouldn't even give his best friend a chance.
Dumbledore kindly offered Bri her old bed in Gryffndor tower. When she got there Hermione was already in her pyjamas, reading.
"Hello"
"'lo"
"Bri, did you but your name in the goblet?"
"No"
"Did Harry?"
"No"
"I didn't think so."
Bri flopped down on her bed and drew her curtains around her. She didn't feel like talking.
A.N. This gets a little slow in the beginning but this stuff is rather important to later chapters. If you would like to you may skip down to the star and all you really need to know is that the roof of Gryffndor tower can be accessed and that a large black dog is roaming the perimeter of campus.
So as not to break the tradition she had started her first day at Hogwarts, Bri woke early to go to the top of Gryffndor tower with her owl. She probably wouldn't be needed for a few hours until the students woke up and realized that their robes needed ironing. Bri opened the trap door. It was a warm and dewy October morning and the roof was such a peaceful place to think. It appeared that the only creature awake besides herself was a large black dog walking along the edge of the forest. " Strange, I don't believe I've seen a dog that large before. Looks a bit like a Grim, Professor Trelawney will have a heyday predicting student deaths if she sees this," Bri watched the sunrise and walked around the roof for a while before she knelt prayed to the patroness of the convent she grew up in. "St. Bernadette, protect the champions that will be selected tonight. Help them to be brave and keep them safe.... But if our champion is Fleur Delacour and it's entirely inevitable that she gets her head bitten off by a hippogriff, I understand. And please help Fred and George who will probably get their arms blown off trying to get their names into that stupid goblet."
"Gabrielle!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Madame Maxime roared. The humongous headmistress was shooting red sparks up next to her carriage.
"Oh shoot, can't she do anything herself?" thought Bri.
She slipped through the door and ran downstairs and across the lawn to the carriage.
* The day went rather quickly. Fred and George did not get their arms blown off. They just grew long white beards. Adam, Ron, Harry and Bri met in the Gryffndor common room to do their Divination homework. (They had been given an unusually lengthy assignment because Ron had made a rude remark pertaining to Lavender's anus). Before they knew it, it was 7 o'clock and time to head down to dinner.
After a scrumptious meal all eyes were on the goblet in front of the staff table. Dumbledore stood next to the goblet and it glowed white, then spit out a small piece of paper.
"The champion from Durmstrang Institute will be Viktor Krum!"
The applause was deafening.
" Mr. Krum please go to the room where you see Mr. Bagman standing.
The goblet spit out another piece.
"The Beauxbatons champion is Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced. "Please join Viktor in the side room.
The third slip of paper leapt out of the flames.
"And last but not least, the champion from our very own Hogwarts School.........Cedric Diggory!!"
But Dumbledore was wrong. Cedric wasn't the last. Another paper spit out and Dumbledore said quietly," Harry Potter."
Harry walked, stunned to the side room. Krum was looking even more sullen then usually Cedric was pacing back and forth and Fleur was tossing her hair nervously," What do zey want leetle boy? Why are you in here?"
But Harry didn't have to answer Fleur. Bri walked in, white as a sheet, "Harry, my name came out too."
"Ahh, well, this is interesting," said Ludo Bagman, "Perhaps well have to make it the Quintwizard Tournament, eh? ....Sorry bad joke."
"Zis must be some big joke, Meester Bagman zey are too young to compete" Fleur said indignantly.
" You must let me reenter all of my students until I get another champion, or else your seconds can't compete." Karkaroff whined.
" The Goblet has already gone out and it won't light again till the next tournament." Dumbledore replied.
"Anyways, I will be glad if she does not get to compete. Zat leetle cheater 'as ruined the tournament for ze 'ole school."
"Er," said Mr. Crouch, slightly afraid of Maxime," it clearly states in the rules that all person's whose name comes out of the goblet must compete."
" There you have it from the mouth of Bartemius Crouch, the man that has read the rules at least 700 times," Bagman announced, "Harry and Gabrielle must compete."
" Then she will compete disenfranchised. I will not allow 'er to 'ave ze honor of calling 'erself a member of Beauxbatons Academy. She is a cheating crevette and she does not 'ave ze moral fiber consistent with a Beauxbatons student."
"I think you all should stop yer whining. There's no way that two fourteen year old's could fool a powerful magical object like that. They should be the ones with the problem. They've been put in a situation that could kill 'em." said Proffessor Mad-Eye Moody entering the room.
"Hmph," replied Karkaroff and Maxime, turning their backs.
"You genuinely think that I would be stupid enough to consciously try to get myself killed? This time it was Bri that was doing the yelling. " Oh, and not consistent with moral fiber, my foot! We'll cogetu. She then started shouting other obscenities in Spanish.
Meanwhile in the Hall the Gryffndor table was filled with cheers.
" I don't care if I didn't get chosen as long as our champion's a Gryffndor!" Angelina told Fred.
Everyone at the table seemed to reciprocate. Everyone, that is, except for the people closest to Harry and Bri.
Hermione felt panic. They couldn't have put their own names in, could they? No, It would take too strong of Confundus charm to fool an object so magical that it could practically think. Maybe they had an older student put in their names? No, Harry would feel guilty. And Bri, Bri had lived her entire life doing everything for herself. She wasn't used to being able to depend on people. It probably wouldn't even have occurred to her to ask for help.
Adam was shocked. He had only known Harry and Bri for about a month but this seemed so much unlike them. Harry was sturdy, stable, and reliable. Harry was almost shy, he would never do anything this outrageous. "Bri", he thought," She shouldn't be as much of a surprise. She's a loose cannon. I've seen her do yoga on the roof at 5 am. But I always thought she was like me; a bit of a prankster but relatively sane enough to not do anything this stupid.
Ron felt jealous and betrayed. Harry always had to be the center of attention. It wasn't enough to have a fortune in Gringotts. He needed to be in the spotlight too. And he wouldn't even give his best friend a chance.
Dumbledore kindly offered Bri her old bed in Gryffndor tower. When she got there Hermione was already in her pyjamas, reading.
"Hello"
"'lo"
"Bri, did you but your name in the goblet?"
"No"
"Did Harry?"
"No"
"I didn't think so."
Bri flopped down on her bed and drew her curtains around her. She didn't feel like talking.