((Disclaimer: None of the places, characters, names, ect. are mine. The only thing that belongs to me is the variations from the Dragonlance series and Harry Potter books.))

Chapter Four: The Goblet of Fire

Once the mayhem was finally over. The students from all three schools reassembled in the Great Hall. Mr. Filch dragged out a jewel-incrusted coffin. All the students looked in wonder, curious what this was. Professor Dumbledore rose and instantly the full attention of the hall was on him.

"Before I show you the impartial judge, it is my honor to introduce two Ministry members who shall be judging the Tournament." The headmaster paused for a moment to remember what he was saying. "What was that spell," he mumbled under his breath. Shaking his head as though to clear it he announced the first judge. "Mr. Barry Crouch!"

For politeness sake the inhabitants of the hall clapped. No one was very enthusiastic. They were far more interested in the coffin. "The other Ministry judge is…Ludo Bagman!"

The clapping for Ludo was far more supportive than for Crouch. There was cheering, chapping, shouting and of course whistles. Dumbledore cleared his throat and the students were quiet. "Before the unveiling of the impartial judge, I must stress that only students over seventeen years of age will be permitted to enter. Do not try to enter your name in the Goblet of Fire if you are under age." He glanced pointedly at Fred and George.

Mr. Filch opened the coffin and removed a goblet. It would seem perfectly normal under other curmstances. Except for the blue and white flames in the cup. "If you wish to enter, write your name and your school on a slip of parchment and drop it in the flames. This goblet will be set up in this hall with an age line around it."

"Bet an aging potion will take care of that line," Fred whispered to George.

Hermione heard them and frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm sure the rules have been changed for a reason. You could get hurt."

George rolled his eyes at Hermione. "Don't worry Hermione. We know what we're doing." George turned to Harry and Ron. "Do you two want to give it a try?"

Ron's eyes lit up. "Sure. If it works."

Harry wasn't so quick to join the Weasley brothers. "I don't know…"

"Come on Harry, what have you got to lose?" Ron couldn't believe that Harry wasn't willing to try this.

Luckily Harry was spared from having to answer right away. The feast had ended and the goblet was being moved. Once Dumbledore had finished the age line spell, the Durmstrang students lined up to enter their names.

"Lets go," Ron said. The three joined the crowd of people leaving the Great Hall. Professor Karkaroff happened to notice Harry as he walked by. Immediately Karkaroff's eyes went to Harry's scar. People farther back in the crowd began to complain about the hold up.

"If there's something you want to say to Harry say it." Professor Moody had come forward to see what was going on. "If not then get out of the way. You're blocking the door." Karkaroff's glaze went to Moody then he obediently moved out of the way, scowling.

Several days later the Halloween feast took place. This feast was different from past feasts. This time, the school champions would be announced. Tasselhoff was nowhere to be found; in it's self this was a reason to worry.

The Goblet of Fire was brought to the staff table and Dumbledore studied the flames for a moment. "Another minute should do it. As your names are called, please enter that room." He gestured to a door on the left. Sure enough a minute later the flames turned red and a slip of parchment was spat out of the flames. "The Beauxbatons champion is…Regene of Schallsea!"

Regene rose and headed to the door. Some other Beauxbatons girls burst into tears when they weren't chosen. "Harry it's her. The veela girl!" Ron pointed out excitedly. (Yes I know Regene doesn't match the description of a veela but work with me.) He seemed to completely forget that Harry was a dog at the time Ron was drooling over Regene. Never less, Harry and many other boys were staring at her.

"Dalamar Nightson is the Durmstrang champion!" Dumbledore announced, as the flame in the Goblet of Fire turned red and chose another champion.

"No surprise there," Ron said as the hall erupted in to cheers.

As the Goblet's flames turned red a third time, the Hogwarts population in the hall fell silent. There was a great deal of tension as the goblet chose the third name. "I am pleased to announce that the Hogwarts champion is none other than Cedric Diggory!" At the Hufflepuff table, everyone was cheering loudly and congratulating their champion.

"That prat is our champion," groaned Ron.

To everyone's surprise the goblet's flames turned red a final time. Dumbledore reached out and caught the fourth name. "Harry Potter." For this champion there was no cheering. There was only silence and angry stares from the Hufflepuff's. "Harry go through the door please." Harry, numb with surprise, walked to the front of the hall and through the door in silence.

Shortly after Harry left the hall, the students went back to their houses and the some staff followed Harry while others went back to their work. Unnoticed by all was a quick spurt of flame followed by a thin strip of parchment falling to the floor. As it lay on the floor in burned to ash. There was a fifth champion. Even though he didn't know he was chosen, that champion was bound to compete. What will happen when he doesn't?

Author's Notes:

Characters: some of the Dragonlance characters will not match up completely with the Harry Potter characters. There is a reason that the characters are being switched. This will be revealed at the end. Thank you for cooperating. If you have a particular favorite character that you would like included, please let me know and suggest what HP character they can replace. Reviews: I greatly appreciate it when people take the time to review my story. But I must say one thing; I don't care if you hate my story and want to say so. Everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion. But instead of saying I'm butchering my ideas or just saying is sucks, please tell me what it is you don't like. Do you not like the sentence structure? Do you not like the plot? Do think that the characters are misused? Am I rushing the story? Or is it something else? Thank you.

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