Summary: My friends and I go to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. Be prepared for some inside jokes and stupid moments… really stupid moments. I changed some stuff so deal with it… I am. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, besides myself (my friends own themselves.)

Chapter 5

"As I have said before, I welcome you all to Hogwarts." Dumbledore started. "It is with great pride that I show you the goblet of fire tonight." He placed a goblet onto a table. "This goblet has an age protector meaning anyone who isn't 17 or older cannot enter." There were a lot of moans and 'Ohhh' and 'why couldn't I have been born earlier.' Going about the room.

"I'm sorry but precautions must be taken. To be entered you must write your name on a slip of paper along with your school. Then you will place it in the goblet, and by tomorrow at this time, it will have chosen the most worthy people to compete in the tournament.

"Also, to open the tournament there will be the Yule ball. It is then the champions will open the ball with a dance. It is during the Christmas break if you wish to attend. So now, to the feast."

There was another huge feast tonight. Michelle was once again sitting with the Slytherins. She actually ate food properly. It was Malfoy's doings though. He told her that no girl would be jealous of someone who couldn't eat properly.

Even if they couldn't enter in the tournament, everyone was very excited about it. Some of them talked about how to get passed the age protector. There were talks of aging potions and others.

"I think we should do the aging potion Fred." George said. "Fred? Fred?" He waved his hand in front of Fred's eyes.

"Oh yeah, yeah sure, the aging potion" Fred managed to get out.

George turned to Ron "do you know what's gotten into him, I mean blimey, he hasn't done any work on our candy or anything. His mind 'as been wandering ever since those damn Durmstrang folk got here."

Alli, Amanda, and Alex shot him an evil glare along with Harry and Ron. (Hermione had gone off to the library for research) "So-sorr-y, I didn't mean it you know." He chuckled nervously. He turned back to Fred who wasn't listening.

They walked back to the common room to talk about what they thought the tasks were going to be. There was a very small chance that their thoughts would actually be the tasks, but they guessed anyway. Once in a while a seventh year would come down and walk out the portrait with a slip of paper in their hands.

After an exciting day they all went to bed. Except for one of them.

A mysterious figure walked out of the portrait with a slip of paper that read "Harry Potter- Samuelinorcho School of which craft and wizardry." They dropped it into the goblet and walked back to the Gryffindor tower.

The next day of classes was just as boring as the first. Except for potions. It was quite amusing actually. There was a potion for making objects super sticky. (It was for catching flies) Neville happened to spill some on his toad that was on the floor. Michelle later slipped on it and took a while to get back to her seat. When she sat down Draco kissed her and tried to pull away, but he was stuck to her. While Snape was making the counter potion, some people tried to work on the aging potion. They only had a few hours to complete it.

But some people started pointing at Michelle and Draco, where they heard her say something like 'I hate you'.

After everyone was unstuck and potions class was over, they walked outside and finished their homework on the grass. Then they went into the great hall for dinner. After what seemed like an endless dinner, it was time to announce the winners.

"The winner for Durmstrang is… Viktor Krum. The winner for Beauxbatons is… Fleur Delacor… and the winner for Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory. Well now that we have all of our contestants they can… what is this?" Dumbledore asked. The goblet was making another decision.

"And it is Harry Potter." There were gasps around the room.

AN: gracias to my loyal reviewers which would be like one... but she has a copy of the story and can read it whenever the hell she pleases. Still waiting for title ideas... what's quite sad is that only two other people read my story besides miss I give 5 billion reviews. What do you mean by normal people? If I get one review from someone other then Nosilla, I will post the next chappy. Oh and about the title... please don't make me choooose one of Nosilla's. I mean, yeah hers are awesome, but don't any of the rest of you have a mind? I don't have one, so you better :) oh and that review button, if you click it you will die in 7 days... no, actually you will make the author of this story (MEEEE) quite happy!

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