Sorry about the long wait. Had to say good-bye to senior year and let me tell you, there is so much to do! But that is over and done with and now summer is here. Hope you enjoy!
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A cacophony of voices reverberated off the walls of the Great Hall on Thursday night. The whispers and rumors had escalated all week. The students and teachers all found seats inside the hall and waited in eagerness. Dumbledore stood up and made his way to the Goblet of Fire. The champion selection had come at last.
Christianna sat next to Fred and George Weasley, who had just that morning successfully been rid of their white beards, in painful anticipation. Every small sound in the quiet hall only made her pulse sky-rocket. Her eyes were glazed and distant while her hands were white at the knuckles. George glanced over at her.
"Chris, are you alright? It's not like your name might come out," he whispered to her.
"No, but someone else's might…" she breathed, quickly darting her eyes to the Hufflepuff table where a certain someone was bent over in concentration, eyes on the floor. Understanding lit his face.
"Don't worry. I'm sure pretty-boy will do fine," he whispered jokingly. Christianna smiled weakly, though her face remained ghostly white.
The flames grew and shone with a vibrant blue light. Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour were chosen for the competing schools, and everyone cheered their names. However, the hall grew silent again with anticipation for the final selection. The flames grew, and a single piece of paper floated down into the hands of Dumbledore. The moment of truth had come.
Christianna held her breath, her heart racing, and her legs weak. For her, time stood still as a flurry of thoughts filled her mind. What would she do if Cedric was a champion? She would support him, of course. But what if more terrifying visions came? Would she be able to handle them? Would she be able to find the strength that Dumbledore told her she needed? Her thoughts were cut short by the voice of Dumbledore.
"The Hogwarts Champion…Cedric Diggory!"
The hall erupted in screams and cheers. Christianna let go of the breath she had not realized she was holding. Her eyes scanned the hall for him. She smiled when she saw that he was walking towards her, grinning broadly. His walk was slow, his path obstructed by practically everyone wanting to shake his hand or pass on a word of congratulation. When he finally did make it to her, his hair was tousled. He had a habit of running his fingers through his hair when he was nervous, at a loss for words, or was in deep thought. This was one of the moments where all he could do was smile. She reached out to give him a hug and was swept up into his arms.
"I expect a very big banner…" he managed to mumble into her ear. They both laughed at the inside joke. Soon his form was disappearing through the doorway at the end of the hall and she was left with a heart full of pride and a small voice of doubt in her mind.
Suddenly the hall once more grew very quiet, filled with unease and disbelief. Christianna turned around to face the goblet. It was glowing red and arms of light were branching out from the cup. Dumbledore hesitantly approached the goblet, and all stared at it in confusion.
Christianna was transfixed by the excruciatingly bright fire and her sight was consumed. Her mind was filled with the light and a solid form grew.
A dark blueish-gray head with horns and flaming eyes appeared out of the tunnel. From its mouth and nostrils came bluish smoke. It paced back and forth on silver-taloned claws and large wings. It lifted its head as far as the chain would allow it and bellowed a roar into the sky that shook the very ground it stood on.
"Harry Potter!" yelled another voice. Christianna jolted back. Everyone was looking towards the front of the hall, where Harry now stood looking back at them, fear and confusion lacing every feature. Her breath came in short gasps as the realization of what she just saw hit her square in the face. Both Hermione and George looked at her with concern.
"Chris, what is it, what did you see?" whispered Hermione.
"Dragons…" she hissed in terror. "The first task is dragons."
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