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Chapter 1
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a lovely princess named Cho Chang. Princess Cho Chang lived in a beautiful castle surrounded by majestic gardens and whatnot. She was also super rich because she was a princess. However, even though she lived in such a lovely environment, Princess Cho was NOT happy. In fact, Princess Cho was lonely and sad. Her parents, the King and Queen, had died long ago, and as she was the heir to the throne, she was supposed to be queen. Unfortunately, her throne had been snatched away by the power hungry Lord Voldemort, and she was locked away in a tower located in some remote area of the massive castle.
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One beautiful day, Princess Cho was alone in her desolate tower and singing. Suddenly, she heard a manly voice!
"What is that lovely singing voice?" exclaimed the manly voice. "It has led me to this deserted tower that is located in the middle of a large, echoing castle! What strange bird has such an alluring song?"
"Er…" came another manly voice, but less manly than the first, "Maybe it's a phoenix?"
"A phoenix does not have a voice as enchanting as the one we heard," cried the first manly voice. Princess Cho traipsed to the window in her tower and peered out. She looked out and saw TWO men riding brooms! And they were super handsome! Actually, only one of them was. The other was kind of scrawny!
"Ah!" uttered the handsome one, "'Twas a lovely damsel who gave voice to that haunting melody!"
"Er…hello…" mumbled the scrawny one, who was blushing furiously when he saw her staring at him. Princess Cho thought he was kind of cute, even if he looked more like a boy than a man. He had nice green eyes.
"Beautiful maiden," cried the handsome man, "I am Sir Cedric! Might I have the honor of knowing your name?" Princess Cho looked at Sir Cedric. How beauteous mankind was! Her face reddened and she looked shyly down at her hands.
"Sir Cedric, my name is Princess Cho Chang," she replied demurely.
"'Tis a charming name to match your charming visage!" yelled back Sir Cedric.
"I'm Sir Harry," mumbled the skinny, less handsome one. No one really cared though.
"Oh Sir Cedric," cried Princess Cho forlornly, "I beg you, aid me in my terrible plight!"
"Fair lady, what is it that you wish me to do?" inquired the one addressed.
"I've been shut away in this secluded castle by the evil Lord Voldemort, the villain who usurped my throne!"
"Lord Voldemort!" yelled Sir Harry in surprise, "I was just coming here with Sir Cedric to kill him because he brutally slaughtered my parents! Except we got side tracked by you." Once again, no one really cared.
"I shall rescue you from you companionless predicament!" declared Sir Cedric. "Fair lady, I shall ask Lord Voldemort to release you from captivity by asking for your hand in marriage!"
Whoa he's fast, thought Sir Harry. Before he knew what he was doing, he had opened his mouth as well.
"Er… Princess… Will you marry ME?" The words were out of his mouth, and he gaped at himself in surprise. Sir Cedric and Princess Cho gawked at him, the outsider. The had forgotten that this LOSER was there!
"Er…" said Princess Cho awkwardly, "Sir Cedric just asked me that same question…"
"That's alright Princess!" proclaimed Sir Cedric. "We'll BOTH go to Lord Voldemort and ask for your hand in marriage! Let's see who gets it!" He flashed a dazzling grin at Princess Cho, who flushed rosily. She felt like swooning.
"Oh thank you sir knight!" she cried. She directed her thanks at Sir Cedric and ignored Sir Harry completely. She didn't even know she was ignoring him. He was an ignoramus! Sir Harry scowled darkly. He'd show Cedric!
The two knights turned and rode off toward the main castle on their trusty brooms. They both had forgotten about their quest to slaughter Lord Voldemort.
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Lord Voldemort was in a foul, nasty mood. His spies, the Death Eaters, STILL could not find the Order of the Pheonix, the rebels who were trying to overthrow him! He suspected that Lord Dumbledore, who presided over the castle Hogwarts, was the leader of the rebels. However, he could do nothing against Lord Dumbledore. He secretly feared him, and remembered all those traumatizing moments in his childhood when his evil little schemes had run afoul of Dumbledore, and how he had been punished. Lord Dumbledore had never really hurt him, it was just his exceeding niceness that had damaged his youthful innocence. All he had done was invite him into his castle with some sweetmeats that weren't sour and bitter enough for Voldemort's taste.
A timid messenger crawled up to Lord Voldemort, who was sitting in his un-rightful throne, and kneeled down before him. Then he kissed the dusty ground before the evil king.
"What do you want, worm?" hissed Lord Voldemort. His red eyes flashed dangerously at his groveling subject.
"Y-your m-ma-jesty," stuttered the quivering lowlife, "There are two knights outside who wish to meet you."
"Fine!" snarled Lord Voldemort, "Bring them in! And CRUCIO!" Lord Voldemort tortured the messenger out of pure spite. Everyone else in the court backed away nervously, as the un-rightful king cackled madly at the writhing form before him. "Bring them in you foul insect! Bring them in I say!" shrieked Lord Voldemort. The messenger was still under influence of the Crucio spell, but Lord Voldemort did not care. The unfortunate man crawled in agony toward the front entrance of the castle to tell the knights to enter, but he had to move very slowly. He was screeching in pain at the same time, but if he valued his life, it was best to obey Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort decided to have a bit of mercy and took off the spell. He could continue later.
Shortly afterward, two knights walked into the hall, holding their broomsticks over their shoulder. One was unbelievably gorgeous, while the other one was small and mean looking in comparison. They kneeled before Lord Voldemort.
"What do you want?" sneered Lord Voldemort in a dangerously silky tone of voice.
"We wanted to ask for Princess Cho's hand in marriage," replied Cedric calmly. Harry just nodded, at a loss for words. Lord Voldemort sure was intimidating! And he was sooo ugly! He reminded Harry of a humongous snake, in all his slit-like red eyes and nose-less glory. Plus, he wore these tight black robes!Ew!Harry looked at Lord Voldemort's hands, which were tapping the gilded chair impatiently. His fingers were long and spidery, and his skin was an unhealthy white pallour.
Geez thought Harry, this bloke is UGLY!
"Hm…" thought Lord Voldemort aloud, "What if I said no?" He smiled in a very serpentine and sadistic way.
"Then I shall battle you for it!" announced Sir Cedric.
"Dear, dear," mused Lord Voldemort sinsterly, "Then I'll probably have to allow you to marry her don't I?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," assented Sir Cedric.
"But I'm going to say NO!" Lord Voldemort cackled maliciously. "Why don't you fight me for it?" He drew his wand and pointed it at Cedric, who pulled out his own as well.
"No! Stop!" yelled Sir Harry, drawing notice to himself for the first time. He stood up, and Lord Voldemort stared at him. Then he noticed the scar on Sir Harry's forehead and started in surprise, even though his face did not show it.
Now, a long time ago, a prophecy was made to Lord Voldemort that a man with a scar on his head would be able to meet him as his equal. Lord Voldemort had then proclaimed that any infant with a scar on its head would have to be killed instantly, except no infants were killed because infants were not born with scars on their heads. They still aren't.
Lord Voldemort decided to test Sir Harry's strength.
"Crucio!" he shrieked. A beam of light shot from his wand and hit Sir Harry. Sir Harry doubled up and began to roll on the ground in terrible pain.
Weak, though Lord Voldemort scornfully. He doesn't pose a threat to me at all because he obviously isn't my equal. Lord Voldemort withdrew the spell and decided to have some fun with the two knights.
"I'll let you have the princess' hand in marriage, but only if you accomplish three tasks for me! Whichever one of you two wins will get the princess' hand!" said the Dark Lord. He smirked wickedly to himself. The tasks would be next to impossible!
"Fine! I accept!" cried Sir Cedric courageously. Not to be outdone, Sir Henry accepted as well.
"Wonderful," smirked Lord Voldemort, "However, if you lose, you must die! Do you still wish to continue? This means that only one of you will escape the tournament alive and marry the princess. The loser will be killed!" Harry gulped and wondered whether he should withdraw and just let Cedric win.
"For the love of the Princess Cho, whose beauty surpasses that of anyone else in the country, or the world for that matter, I refuse to back out!" shouted Sir Cedric. Harry looked down at his feet, ashamed at his cowardly thoughts.
"I won't back out either," he mumbled.
"Excellent," murmured Lord Voldemort ominously. "Then let us begin!"
"What's our first task?" asked Sir Cedric.
"Hm…" contemplated the Dark Lord, "Oh yes… this will be an enjoyable one indeed…"
"W-what?" squeaked Sir Harry. He did NOT like the foreboding grin on the fake king's face. Harry wished he had backed out when he had the chance.
"Each of you must bring back a golden egg from the fearsome Hungarian Horntail!" cackled Lord Voldemort in a high-pitched voice.
"What?" yelped Harry, "No one in the whole history of the entire world has ever done that before!"
"I'll do it!" said Sir Cedric. Harry sighed. He just could not measure up to Sir Cedric! But he loved the beautiful Princess Cho as well. He knew in his heart that he would regret it for the rest of his life that he did not grasp this opportunity. He would impress the raven-haired princess, with her dark shining eyes that reflected like mirrors. Harry summoned up his courage, and fixed the image of her smiling at him in his mind. HE CAN DO IT!
And so, Sir Cedric and Sir Harry rode out into the sunset on their trusty brooms, thus starting their epic quest to win the hand of the lovely Princess Cho Chang!
To Be Continued…
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