*I skipped a chapter but I will put it in eventually, it's on my computer which is in storage so please bare with me. Anyways, all you need to know is that the other
schools arrived and the champions were named*
Dudley was up in his dorm still pondering the events that had occurred recently. His friend Cedric Diggory had been named the school champion. But then in a weird twist Harry had also been named school champion, only no one was happy for Harry; that is except the people that were amazed and curious about how he had gotten past the age restriction on the Goblet of Fire. Dudley was tired of just sitting around trying to figure the whole thing out. It was a lovely night, the moon was bright and illuminated the grounds. Dudley decided that he would go look for Luna, he hadn't seen her for a few days. When he got to the grounds he noticed that he wasn't alone, he turned around and ran right into Hermione.
"Hi," she said pleasantly, "What are you doing out here?"
"I'm looking for my cat." Dudley said proudly.
"Oh, me to. Crookshanks has been gone for days. Maybe our cats are hunting together." She said smiling.
"Who knows, maybe. It is getting kind of late. Can I walk you back to your house?" Dudley asked shyly.
"Well, you're not really supposed to tell other's the way to your house, but I guess it would be okay." she replied.
Dudley walked Hermione up to the portrait of the fat lady, said a polite goodnight, and went off towards his house. Hermione opened the portrait only to discover Ron and Harry with their ears pressed against the painting.
"What were you doing with Dudley?" Harry asked rather cross.
"We ran into each other outside and he offered to walk me back." Hermione said grinning.
"But you're not suppose to show people in different houses where yours is." Ron said stuttering.
"Come on, live a little," Hermione said, and with a wink she went to her room, leaving Harry and Ron staring after with their mouths hanging wide open.
"Hemione? Breaking a rule? This is serious Harry! Maybe she's sick, maybe we should take her to Madam Pomfrey?" Ron said questioningly.
"Maybe she is. Or maybe he cast a spell on her." Harry said seriously.
"Oh, come off it Harry." Ron said rolling his eyes.
"No, I'm serious. I know he's up to no good. Think about it. He's become one of the smartest kids in Hogwart's, he's popular enough to hang around with Cedric, and now Hermione is pinning away after him. Maybe Lord Voldermort has sent him after me. Maybe Voldermort is inhabiting his body." Harry said worriedly. At the sound of Voldermort's name Ron shivered.
"Oh, Harry! Honestly! You can't possibly believe that." Ron said crossing his arms.
"And why not? It's possible!" He said angrily.
"No it's not! You're just jealous that he's become more popular than the great Harry Potter." Ron shot at him. He was becoming upset. Harry wouldn't admit how he had gotten past the Goblet of Fire and now he was making up ludicrous stories about his cousin. Ron couldn't just not say anything anymore.
"If anyone's jealous it's you that's jealous of me!" Harry retorted almost yelling.
"Yeah right, you go ahead and think that everyone is jealous of you and you're ugly scar. No wonder Cho doesn't like you, all there is to look at is that ugly scar." Ron shot back, turning his nose up at Harry.
"Take it back!" Harry yelled, and when Ron shook his head and laughed, Harry slugged him in the face.
"What the bloody hell did you hit me for?!? I'm sure your fan club would love to hear how violent you are." And with that Ron turned his back to Harry and stomped up the stairs to their room, leaving Harry completely alone. (This would mark the beginning of the huge fight they had that year.)
schools arrived and the champions were named*
Dudley was up in his dorm still pondering the events that had occurred recently. His friend Cedric Diggory had been named the school champion. But then in a weird twist Harry had also been named school champion, only no one was happy for Harry; that is except the people that were amazed and curious about how he had gotten past the age restriction on the Goblet of Fire. Dudley was tired of just sitting around trying to figure the whole thing out. It was a lovely night, the moon was bright and illuminated the grounds. Dudley decided that he would go look for Luna, he hadn't seen her for a few days. When he got to the grounds he noticed that he wasn't alone, he turned around and ran right into Hermione.
"Hi," she said pleasantly, "What are you doing out here?"
"I'm looking for my cat." Dudley said proudly.
"Oh, me to. Crookshanks has been gone for days. Maybe our cats are hunting together." She said smiling.
"Who knows, maybe. It is getting kind of late. Can I walk you back to your house?" Dudley asked shyly.
"Well, you're not really supposed to tell other's the way to your house, but I guess it would be okay." she replied.
Dudley walked Hermione up to the portrait of the fat lady, said a polite goodnight, and went off towards his house. Hermione opened the portrait only to discover Ron and Harry with their ears pressed against the painting.
"What were you doing with Dudley?" Harry asked rather cross.
"We ran into each other outside and he offered to walk me back." Hermione said grinning.
"But you're not suppose to show people in different houses where yours is." Ron said stuttering.
"Come on, live a little," Hermione said, and with a wink she went to her room, leaving Harry and Ron staring after with their mouths hanging wide open.
"Hemione? Breaking a rule? This is serious Harry! Maybe she's sick, maybe we should take her to Madam Pomfrey?" Ron said questioningly.
"Maybe she is. Or maybe he cast a spell on her." Harry said seriously.
"Oh, come off it Harry." Ron said rolling his eyes.
"No, I'm serious. I know he's up to no good. Think about it. He's become one of the smartest kids in Hogwart's, he's popular enough to hang around with Cedric, and now Hermione is pinning away after him. Maybe Lord Voldermort has sent him after me. Maybe Voldermort is inhabiting his body." Harry said worriedly. At the sound of Voldermort's name Ron shivered.
"Oh, Harry! Honestly! You can't possibly believe that." Ron said crossing his arms.
"And why not? It's possible!" He said angrily.
"No it's not! You're just jealous that he's become more popular than the great Harry Potter." Ron shot at him. He was becoming upset. Harry wouldn't admit how he had gotten past the Goblet of Fire and now he was making up ludicrous stories about his cousin. Ron couldn't just not say anything anymore.
"If anyone's jealous it's you that's jealous of me!" Harry retorted almost yelling.
"Yeah right, you go ahead and think that everyone is jealous of you and you're ugly scar. No wonder Cho doesn't like you, all there is to look at is that ugly scar." Ron shot back, turning his nose up at Harry.
"Take it back!" Harry yelled, and when Ron shook his head and laughed, Harry slugged him in the face.
"What the bloody hell did you hit me for?!? I'm sure your fan club would love to hear how violent you are." And with that Ron turned his back to Harry and stomped up the stairs to their room, leaving Harry completely alone. (This would mark the beginning of the huge fight they had that year.)