Author's Note: Right, a long chapter today. I know I said I'd put this up yesterday but I didn't get a chance tilltoday. Whatever, enjoy it. Thanks for all those encouraging reviews and people that told me to keep this up. You make me feel very happy.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, aside from the plot, Dimitri Mendeleev and the colour of Seamus' eyes (I'm not sure what colour they are in the book, so I just said they were hazel).
The Secret Diary of Seamus Finnigan
The first task was today. Classes finished at midday. Poor Harry. He was sitting in lunch poking uncomfortably at his food and looking nervous. Dean was acting all excited, saying things like, "I can't wait for the first task to start!" Come to think of it, he probably was excited, but somehow, all I could think of was poor Harry.
I tried to be interested. "I know," I said, "We'll get to see Harry fight a dragon."
Suddenly Dean stopped. "What was that Seamus?"
"We'll get to see Harry fight a dragon!"
"How do you know?"
"What do you mean?"
Dean shook his head, a bewildered expression on his face. "I mean, no-one knows what the task is yet. Even the champions aren't supposed to know."
He was right. How had I known that? Maybe I am developing the Inner Eye. That can't be happening. There's no such thing as the Inner Eye. Professor Trelawney never actually sees the future hardly; she's just a fraud.
Anyway, forget that. What was I trying to write about? Yes. The first task. I kept wishing Harry good luck. I was trying to make him feel better, maybe. Eventually, though, about the third time I said, "Good luck, Harry,", or, "Don't worry, you'll go fine,", he gave me a look that was clearly saying, If you wish me luck one more time, I'll go on a psychopathic rampage. He wasn't really appreciating my support, so I glared at him and said, "Fine, but don't expect me to cry when you die." Harry stared at me for a few short moments, then burst out laughing.
That's good: Harry's feeling happy.
The first task was, well, exciting. Cedric was first. I was right; they had to face a dragon. Cedric's was this massive blue-grey dragon – well, I suppose all the dragons were massive. Anyway, he Transfigured a random rock into a little black Labrador, which went a bit psycho and started running round randomly and barking. The idea was to distract the dragon, I think, but then – Cedric must've got too close, I guess – it gave up on the dog and turned against Cedric. Still, he got the egg.
Fleur tried some sort of sleeping spell on the dragon (it was massive and green – the dragon that is, not the spell), which was pretty cool until the dragon started snoring. It went to sleep and all, but the thing was, it snored fire, see, so her skirt caught on fire. But that was okay; she got the egg too.
Krum hit his dragon (which was massive and a kind of blood-red colour) in the eye with some spell. I seriously can't believe he didn't think of flying. I mean, he's a famous Quidditch player and all. Anyway, the dragon went stumbling round blindly while Krum got the egg, but the rest of the eggs got pretty much squished.
Harry's was awesome.
He summoned his Firebolt (I wish I had one, not fair). He can actually do a Summoning Charm; Professor Flitwick's going to love him forever more. Harry and Hermione and Flitwick can be in a…
Right, forget that. That's a wee bit too disturbing. Anyway, Harry Summoned his Firebolt and got the dragon to take off while he dived underneath it and got his egg. It was pretty cool. Dean's trying to talk to me; I'll leave this now.
The Secret Diary of Viktor Krum
We had the first task today. I was such a failure. All the eggs got trampled. I still had no idea what to do, standing in that tent about to face the dragon, when I suddenly remember that someone had told me once that a dragon's weakest point was its eyes. That helped. I did a Conjunctivitis curse, but I didn't realise the dragon would go into throes of agony and trample all the eggs.
The worst bit, thought, was looking up into the crowd and seeing my true love, Seamus, up there. He had seen the whole thing…every bit of my miserable failure. Why am I such a failure? Why can't I have a useful talent? Oh well. Harry and me are tied in first place so far, which is more than I ever hoped for. Maybe that will impress Seamus.
Oh , if only I'd thought of flying like Harry did. Harry flew so well. Seamus probably saw that and… what if he's in love with Harry Potter? What if he's never even thought of guys that way? Even if he had, he's so… wonderful, he surely must already have someone else.
What will I do if he never loves me? Ah, woe is me…
I've been watching Seamus. I want to say something to him, but those gold-flecked hazel eyes put me off. His eyes always seem to be laughing at something, and I'm scared if I try to talk to him, they'll be laughing at me. Besides, everywhere he goes, the tall black boy with the sketchbook is beside him. How can I profess my undying love for Seamus when he's with someone else? Someone else that he almost gives the impression of being in love with…
I just need to get over this Seamus boy, stop thinking about him. I should find a nice Bulgarian girl… But how can I do that? How can I forget an angel?
