CHAPTER TWELVE
Harry POV(sry for repeating his POV so many times in a row, but the story is supposed to be about him, so I might have more of his POVs for a while.)
"HARRY POTTER!" My eyes widened and the back of my neck instantly warmed up. No, no, no. I didn't put my name in; Merlin, I didn't even get in the circle. My cheeks burned up as I noticed everyone's eyes bored into my back. Draco was shaking me; pulling me up to my feet.
"Harry, Harry. Your name was called. Go up, everyone's staring," he almost had a poker face, but I could see the ghost of a smile, his eyes twinkling in amusement.
I shakily stood. Step by step, I made my way to the other champions and where Dumbledore stood. I don't get it. How could I have been chosen? I passed the other houses' tables hearing different shouts of,"He's a cheater, that one!" and "He's not even seventeen yet!"
The professors that were quite fond of me gave me sympathetic looks and turned away. I was led down a set of stairs, where Diggory, Krum, and Fleur stood, arms crossed. Diggory looked up at me in surprise, quickly turning to one of disgust. Krum was cross as usual and Delacour shrieked madly,"Vat iz zis little boy doing here? Iz he competing?!"
I rolled my eyes, though the little boy comment stung a bit. Bloody hell, I'm fourteen, only a few years younger than them. There's no difference. Suddenly Dumbledore rushed through the doors and pushed me against the wall. He sternly demanded,"Harry, tell me the truth. Did you, or did you not put your name into the goblet!"
"I didn't, Professor, I swear," I stuttered. He glared at me once more, trying to search for any sign of lying, and promptly gave up. He turned to announce the first task of three will be taking place on November 25. Rest well and practice spells were the only pieces of advice given. Very helpful indeed.
I walked back, to the common room. Upon my arrival, the whole pot of snakes cheered, excited for a Slytherin to compete, non other than the Boy Who Lived, and who exceeded all expectations when being called into a competition for wizards, years older.
Draco grabbed me by the shoulders and laughed,"That was bloody brilliant, mate! How did you not get hurt by the ring? And when did you do it, I didn't spot you putting your name in when we went together. I hope you win!"
He turned to Zabini and asked,"Blaise, don't you think Harry will be the best this year and finally Slytherin would win this. He solemnly nodded and looked at the ground.
Malfoy looked confused for a moment, soon brightening up like a light bulb,"Ah yes, he's upset you got past the magic circle and he couldn't. He doesn't understand right now."
I remembered that and shook my head. Zabini is just different. In a good way of course.
Blaise got over his anger quickly, and had congratulated me, as well as promised to help me with the tasks. We were all sitting in the Slytherin Common Room with our respective girls. Blaise had picked up some third year girl with messy brown hair. I was laying on the couch, Daphne resting her head in the crook of my neck. I kissed the top of her head, glad that she was finally mine. Draco and Pansy were now a "thing" but they said they were keeping it "casual". That pretty much meant that the would snog in broom closets, but not go on dates. Seems bloody ridiculous to me, but then again, Blaise was much worse with a new girlfriend every week.
Blaise's new girl, whose name I still didn't know, was reading out a History of Magic to us, to help us study for the upcoming exam. Honestly she was just putting me to sleep, with the boring material and her droning voice. I could tell the Daphne was already asleep, due to her even breathing. Tomorrow History of Magic was first period, and I had the sneaking suspicion that the only one who would actually pass the exam would be Blaise's annoying girlfriend.
-Time Skip to the night before the first task-
I ran my hands through my messy hair as I practiced the summoning spell with Blaise in a deserted classroom. I was practicing this spell so I would be able to summon my broom to use while I fought the dragon. This morning I had overheard Weasel tell Diggory that the first task would be dragons. I had no idea why Weasley would know that, but I had never been so glad to be in the library before.
"Focus, Harry!" Blaise yelled looking agitated. He had been teaching me the spell all day. He was kind of the smart one in our trio, but he hated teaching people. He had been stupid to agree to help me, but here we were.
Blaise POV
November 25, day one, or task one, of three. The whole mob of green and silver covered the left side of the professor-adult tent. I've been assisting Harry in every way I possibly can. For one, I helped him learn a special summoning spell my father taught me, before he died.
I scanned the battle ground. Task one was pick a dragon, that dragon, you will have to face. Get past it and collect some golden egg thing in the middle of the court. You get deducted for any injuries and the faster you collect it, the better the score.
Dumbledore announced the task will start now. The first person was...que the drum roll please-Diggory. Sweet ole puffy gets the easiest and most tame dragon, the Swedish Short-Snout. Of course, being a Hufflepuff, they don't exactly have any battle experience, nor are they very advanced in fighting. The only thing is, they do have a bit more intelligence and common sense than those lions.
His idea getting past the beast was excellent. Transfiguring some nasty rock into a big dog, to take the dragon's eyes off of him. As bait. Of course, the dumb pest totally fell for it, and turned away. Diggory ran, and I do mean ran, across the field. He got to the egg and picked it up, but curse his excitement and lack of reflex, the dragon turned back, and blew fire onto the left side of his face. Some nasty burns were left there.
Next was the French princess Delacour. Taking on the most general dragon, hence the name the Common Welsh Green. Her attempt was clearly a successful one, though it was quite dry. No show, really. All there was to it was a sleeping spell and she took it. But midway through, the scaley thing set her skirt ablaze, only to have her put it out in an instant.
Krum and the Chinese Fireball. The Conjunctivitis Curse is a clever one, it blinds your opponent. Krum's dragon couldn't see for a moment, but in result, it stepped back, crushing half of the real eggs. Ouch. That'll take away many points.
Ah. Last, but certainly not least, our famous snake. Bloody hell, I know his luck was bad, but all the time? He had to choose the hardest of them all, the Hungarian Horntail. It's got spikes everywhere and can shoot the deadliest of flames. He started down the path, only to run around like a maniac. He didn't get too far when the dragon looked from the behind and swiped its tail across Harry's shoulder.
Deduction of points. Great. He surely was suffering, trying to get out of the wrath. I slapped my face and stood up.
"Your wand Harry, your wand!" I screamed.
He looked up with confusion and nodded,"Accio Firebolt!"
He ran behind a rock for a safety and waited until the entire audience heard the familiar whooshing sound of the broom. He looked out and jumped on, the crowd erupting with cheers.
But with Harry's luck, the dragon broke free of the chains; how dangerous is that?! They both flew towards the castle and all we heard were yells and crashes for the next few minutes, before a robed figure, Harry of course, came flying back. We jumped on our feet, for he had received the fastest time.
Harry POV
I was hoisted upon the shoulder of my House as the cheered my name aloud. I clutched the golden egg in my hands, and waited for the crowd to put me down. I saw Draco off to the side looking happy but frowning at the injury on my shoulder. Blaise was grinning with the rest. All of a sudden, Adrian Pucey bursted through the Common room doors, holding a couple cases of firewhiskey and butterbeer. Everyone started cheering louder, and I was put down.
Around the room the people began to chant, "OPEN IT! OPEN IT!". I knew they were referring to the egg, so grinning I opened it. I'm sure I made the entire Common Room deaf. The egg let out a piercing scream, and I slammed it shut. Everyone was silent.
"Bloody hell, what was that?" I turned to see the question come from my beautiful girlfriend. Everyone began to chat again, and I made my way over to her, placing the egg in Draco's hands on the way. I grabbed a shot of firewhiskey and downed it quickly. Then I did the best thing I have ever done. I grabbed Daphne's face, and pulled it to my own.
I heard the Common Room once again go silent, and it echoed with cat calls and wolf whistles. She eased into the kiss, and deepened it. My arms twisted around her waist and I smiled through the kiss. When we broke apart more cheering could be heard through the Common Room. I pulled her over the the couch, and laid there with her just enjoying my victory.
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"Merlin, it's been weeks and I haven't figured ANYTHING out about this blasted egg. And I dread to open it, that horrid ringing left echoes in my ears for days. Help me?" I groaned, leaning onto Zabini.
He rolled his eyes,"Please, I helped you on the first task. You still have a long time. If you need help the week before, I'll lend you my sexy mind and work my magic. But now, sod off, I have a date,"he smirked.
I instantly whined, throwing a mini tantrum, and Blaise reached out to ruffle my already unruly hair, "See you later, princess," he whispered.
I scowled and ran to the library. I passed each aile about eggs, yet nothing seemed fit enough to be considered Triwizard Tournament quality. I turned the corner, but stopped short as I spotted Diggory and Granger having a conversation. Or in other words, Granger was hanging on to the poor guy, bothering him about all that nerdy stuff. I could clearly see how annoyed he was getting; she wouldn't stop babbling.
"So Cedric, did you solve the egg for the second task in the Triwizard Tournament?" she asked very seriously. He nodded and opened his mouth to answer, but got cut off by-guess who.
"How? Tell me! Oh you're so smart Cedric!" she drunkenly yelled.
He facepalmed,"Hermione, would you please stop bothering me? If you leave me, I will tell you, how about that?" she squealed and nodded like a robot.
"So I went to the Prefects bathroom and took a bubble bath with it-don't ask. Something in me just told me I should just try it out. Anyways, when I opened it, it made a terrible screeching noise, so I put it under; I didn't have the willpower to close it. I heard someone coming, so I went underwater to hide, when I heard this beautiful voice, singing. It was majestic and the nasty sound from the egg can produce a melody once in its homeland. So the lyrics of the song tell you about the second task. That's all I figured out right now, and I need to finish my essay, so see ya,"he hurriedly cut her off.
She huffed and ran away, but I heard everything. This time I owed it to Mudblood, but thanks Diggory for doing the work. Time to show Zabini how 'smart' I am.
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Ok, that's it guys! Sry for not posting for a long time; I finally got a good math grade so I had to work! But my teachers just love to stress us out; it's called high school, as I'm sure most of you know. Anyways please review and give us more ideas! I feel like cookies.
Lots of love,
Eliza