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Chapter Two

"The Triwizard Tournament"

The next following weeks passed, and before I knew it, it was the end of October. The other two competing schools were coming tomorrow and the buzz about the school couldn't have been louder.

"I can't believe it!" Angelina cried as we sat down in the common room that night, "Viktor Krum – here!"

"Keep it in your pants, Ange", Lee told her, smirking.

"Shutup! We all know you three are excited about the Beauxbatons girls", she teased.

"Why, yes", Fred said, grinning. "Yes, we are".

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Pigs".

"Fred, I don't believe we ever said that we were glad they were coming for looks?" George asked his brother, sounding offended.

"Brother, you seem to be right!"

"It was implied", I pointed out while doodling on the parchment in front of me.

The next evening, we were greeted with the students from Beauxbatons, along with the boys from Durmstrang.

Needless to say, we all swooned once we saw Krum. The guys were too busy staring at the French girls.

I, however, did take some interest from the students at Beauxbatons; they had boys too!

"Cute little French boys, with their cute little French accents", Katie dreamed, playing with her food.

I laughed. "Maybe you can be somebody's croissant", I teased.

She looked excited at this idea. "Really?!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "What about that one?"

I shrugged. "Blondes aren't really my thing", I told her before popping a roasted potato into my mouth.

"Ooh, how about that one?" Alicia pointed out a tall brunette with stunning blue eyes.

Katie grinned. "That's the one", she decided.

Angelina laughed. "And how exactly are you going to get him?"

Katie snorted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Woo him!"

Fred and George were mumbling to eachother about something or another. Lee was staring at a certain blonde who was giggling with her friends.

I patted him on the shoulder. "Lee, mate, you're not gonna get her", I told him sympathetically.

He frowned at me. "Yes I will!" he insisted.

I smiled. "Why do you want a French girl so much?"

"Haven't you ever heard of the French kiss?" he asked me, smirking.

I cringed away from him. "You are a pig", I said.

He grinned. "But you love me".

Dumbledore rose from his seat at the Head Table. "The casket, if you please, Mr. Filch", he said to the caretaker.

Filch, who had been lurking in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore, carrying a big wooden chest, encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old.

"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman", said the headmaster, as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "And they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways; their magical ability – their daring – their powers of deductions – and of course, their ability to cope with danger".

"Danger?" Katie squeaked.

"Wicked", the twins whispered, smirking.

"As you know, three champions compete in the Tournament", he went on calmly, "One from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire".

"Yes!" I whispered, looking at the twins.

We didn't even listen to the rest of the speech, except when we heard that we only have twenty-four hours.

"Do you know how easy this will be?" I asked them, grinning.

"I know!" George insisted. "We thought we were going to have to bribe somebody or something, but no!"

"A cup!" Fred exclaimed. "Really? A little goblet is going to outsmart us?"

"Didn't you three even listen toDumbledore?" Alicia asked, exasperated.

"No", I said quite plainly. "After the Goblet of Fire I just heard blah, blah, blah – twenty-four hours, blah, blah, blah – Ryleigh's amazing".

We all laughed.

"Well", Angelina started, "That last part might be true, but he said he's drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire".

"An Age Line!" Fred said, his eyes glinting as we all made our way back to the common room. "well, that should be fooled by an Ageing Potion, shouldn't it? And once your name's in that Goblet, it can't tell if you're seventeen or not!"

"This is perfect! Ry's been getting Outstandings in Snape's class since day one!" George exclaimed. "You know how to make an Ageing Potion, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course!"

"Well, then!" Fred replied, grinning, "We only have twenty-four hours; we have to get started tonight!"

The lot of us grinned in return and began running towards the common room, preparing for a long night.

"You lot staying up, too?" I asked Harry, Hermione and Ron once we got back to Gryffindor Tower.

"Yes", Hermione told me. "I've got to help them with their Transfiguration essay".

"Hey!" Harry objected. "It's mostly Ron!"

Ron, however, wasn't focusing on an essay of any sort. He was tapping his chin in thought.

"Where is he?" he asked us.

"Who's he?" I asked, confused.

"Krum!" he insisted. "Dumbledore didn't say where the Durmstrang people were staying, did he?"

I looked at him in disbelief. Angelina had gotten up from her chair, glumly.

"No", she told the boy sadly, "Trust me, if I did – I'd be sleeping there tonight".

I laughed. "Ange, go to bed", I told the poor obsessed girl.

"I'll see you in the morning", she told the lot of us, heading up the girls' tower along with Katie and Alicia.

"G'Night, you guys!" Lee called as he went up to his own dorm.

"'Night", we chorused and I began to look at the ingredients list infront of me.

"Need anything?" George asked, looking over my shoulder at the list.

"Oh, Ryleigh", Hermione said, sounding as if she was disappointed in me. "You're not encouraging them, are you?"

I grinned. "Of course, I am!"

"Of course, she is", Fred agreed, nodding.

"Boys, bad news", I said, looking at the list suddenly. "We don't have Eye of Newt".

"Well, can't we make it without that?" George asked, sounding desperate.

I sighed. "We need four".

"So…that's a no?" George sounded confused.

"Wait", Fred said. "I have a thought…"

"What is it?!" me and his twin asked urgently.

"I distinctly remembered having to use Eye of Newt in our fourth year", he told us, "Meaning…"

We all grinned mischievously, whipping our heads in the Golden Trio's direction.

"No!" Hermione protested after we had asked her.

"Oh, come on, Hermione!" I pleaded.

"No!" she insisted. "I will not go against Dumbledore's orders. That is disrespect for – ".

George placed a Silencing Charm on her, and she looked furious. "The rules, we know", he said, grinning.

"What about you, Harry?" Fred asked.

He shrugged. "Sure, I'll be right back", he replied, running up to his dorm.

"Brilliant!" the twins exclaimed.

I looked at the furious brunette, grinning. "Well, she doesn't look happy", I said pointedly.

"I'd ask you to keep her like that for the rest of the night", Ron sighed, "But I need her for Transfiguration"

"I'll help you, Ronnie-kins", George offered, using the nickname his brother so every much disliked.

"Really?" the young redhead asked, his eyes brightening.

"No", George said bluntly, smirking.

Ron looked down at his essay, mumbling as we took the Silencing Charm off of Granger.

She started to tell us off as Harry came down the stairs with the ingredients.

I grinned as I took it from him. "Potter, you are officially my favourite person in the world", I exclaimed.

"Hey!" the twins protested.

I sighed, "Next to them". I threw in the Eyes of Newt and stirred four time counter-clockwise.

"What next?" George asked.

"Kitchens", I said.

"Kitchens?" Fred repeated.

"I'm hungry", I replied.

"What about the potion?" George demanded.

I sighed. "Clearly you know nothing. We have to let it sit for fifteen minutes".

"To the kitchens!" Fred agreed.

"The kitchens?!" Hermione persisted. "Did you know that house elves are down there, slaving over hot stoves?!"

"Yes…" I said slowly, "That's why we're going. Food",

"Oh, Merlin, Ryleigh. Just go before she gets started on spew", Ron groaned.

"It's not spew!" she yelled at him. "It's S.P.E.W., and I have you know…"

But we didn't hear the rest of her rant, because we sprinted out of that common room as if our lives depended on it.

Laughing as George tickled the pear, we stepped into the kitchens.

A herd of house elves came scurrying up to us, offering us numerous things.

"Can Dobby help Miss Ryleigh?" my favourite elf asked.

I smiled at him and nodded. "I'm feeling a bit peaky, how about a batch of brownies?" I asked, even though I knew that I would get it.

"Of course, Miss Ryleigh!" Dobby replied, running off to get my treats.

I looked over to Fred and George, to see that they had asked the elves for a basket, and were now piling food into it. I laughed at them.

"You guys eat too much", I told them, smiling.

"Uphm oohm polkinf", Fred replied, his mouth full of food.

I slapped my hand to my forehead. "Chew, swallow, then talk".

He followed my instructions and then grinned. "I said look who's talking", he repeated.

I stuck out my tongue, but then grinned as Dobby returned with a plate full of brownies.

"Thanks, guys!" we called as we took our food and walked back to the common room.

Once we entered, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were still in there, Granger looking quite peeved.

"Hello, lovely people!" I sang as I munched on my treats. "Brownie?"

"Ooh!" Ron exclaimed, reaching for one.

Hermione slapped his hand away.

"What?" he whined. "It's safe to take food from Ryleigh; it's Fred and George you have to worry about!"

He reached again for a treat, and once more, his bushy haired friend prevented him.

Ron made a "hmph!" and returned to his essay, begging Hermione to fix his spelling.

As Fred and George stirred the potion clockwise for five minutes as I had advised them to, I levitated a brownie over to Ronald.

He grinned and looked up at me, quickly shoving it into his mouth before Hermione could notice.

After he finished chewing and mouthed 'thankyou' to me; I waved my hand airly and continued to throw ingredients into the cauldron.

"Stir the mixture counterclockwise four times before throwing in Essence of Gargoyle", I read from the book, handing Fred the spoon once more.

"Ew", he said, doing what he was told. "Essence of Gargoyle?"

George shrugged. "Maybe it's because gargoyles are old?" he suggested.

We all froze.

"Are gargoyles old?" I asked myself.

The three of us turned to the fourth years. "Hermione!"

She looked up, agitated. "What?"

"Are gargoyles old?" Fred asked.

Her eyes lit up and immediately I knew this was a bad sign. "Well, I read about them in All About Magical Myths a few days ago, and legend says that millions of years before our time, Terrence The Tall believed that – ".

"Earth to Granger!" George interrupted.

She sighed, apparently mad that she didn't get to finish her recollection of the book. "Yes, they're old", she said finally.

"I was right!" George exclaimed, doing a little happy dance.

We all laughed at him but Hermione, who was mumbling about Terrence The Tall still.

Fred bounced up and down, poking me repeatedly. "Is it done, is it done, is it done?!" he asked excitedly.

Finally, I sighed and said, "No, Fred. It needs to sit for an hour before we stir it again, and then it will be done".

"But that's too much work", he pouted.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, you two. You go lay down on the couch. I'll stay up to finish the potion".

"Awh, Ry", George said, "You don't have to do that".

I looked at him wearily. "You're giddy inside, aren't you?"

He grinned sheepishly and nodded. "I'm tired".

"Okay!" I said, "Then go lie down. I'll be fine, don't worry".

"You sure?" Fred asked.

I groaned. "You two are impossible. Go sleep".

They both gave me a hug followed by "love you!" and "you're the best!"

It seemed as though as soon as their head had hit the pillow, they drifted to sleep. I rolled my eyes at their being tired and went to sit at the table with the three fourth years.

"So you have an hour to kill?" Ron asked me.

"Yup", I replied, running my fingers through my hair.

He smiled sheepishly, "Then can you help me with this? Hermione refuses to do anything else".

"Well, I had to move onto Harry's essay, didn't I?" she objected.

I laughed. "Sure, Ron. I'll help, but you guys have to promise to not let me fall asleep", I said.

"Deal!" he immediately replied and pushed his parchment over to me.

I looked over his essay, amazed at how little this boy knew. While Hermione was yelling at Harry for using an improper spell, I decided to help little Ronnie-kins out.

"Ron", I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Want me to write the rest?"

His eyes lit up at my proposition. "Would you?!"

"Of course!" I responded and took his quill from him, finishing the essay in a flash.

I think Ron found I was being unusually nice to him, seeing as I didn't tease or manipulate him in anyway.

I leaned over to whisper to him again. "Just because I pull pranks on you all the time, doesn't mean I can't be nice to you", I said.

He chuckled slightly and shook his head. "You amaze me".

I shrugged and grinned. "It's what I do", I replied before sliding his finished essay back over to him.

"Well, I'm off to bed", Ron told us.

"Me too. 'Night, Hermione. 'Night Ryleigh", Harry added.

"Goodnight!" we called as they walked up to the boys' dorms.

Hermione smiled slightly at me. "I saw that", she said.

"Saw what?" I asked, wearing the innocent smile I had worn so many times over the years.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, still smiling. "If you're tired, I can finish that potion for you".

I looked at her, surprised. "Hermione Granger, that potion is a complete disregard for the rules", I replied in a serious tone.

She laughed. "Just don't tell Fred and George I did. They'll expect me to let them get off with all of their other schemes", she sighed.

I grinned and placed my hand over my heart. "Cross my heart and hope to die".

"G'Night, Ry", she said, smiling.

"'Night", I responded, curling up on the empty armchair. Fred was occupying the couch and George was on the loveseat.

The next morning, the twins woke me up eagerly, a whole two hours before breakfast.

I groaned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "What?" I demanded.

"Does the potion work?!" they both asked.

I grinned. "Let me shower, change, and then we'll find out".

We did just that. We fully sprinted down to the room where the Goblet of Fire was being held, our lot in tow.

There was a crowd, as always, waiting to see who entered. The twins ran in, screaming and the crowd cheered.

Hermione was reading her book on one of the benches, rolling her eyes. I grinned and sat next to her.

"Thanks again", I said.

She looked at me funny. "Thanks for what?"

My grin grew, and her face broke out in one as well.

"Ryleigh just helped us cook it up last night!" Fred announced proudly.

"It's why we keep her around", George added, sending a wink my way.

I laughed.

"It's not going to work", she sang loudly towards the twins.

I grinned. She knew it was going to work. Well, maybe she doubted it, but I sure as hell hoped it was going to work.

"Oh, yeah?" Fred said, taking a seat next to her, George on the other side of me.

"And why's that, Granger?" his twin asked.

"You see this? This is an Age Line. Dumbledore wasn't lying last night at the feast. I saw him draw this himself", she told them.

"So?"

She sighed, "So, a wizard like Dumbledore could not possibly be outsmarted by something as pathetically dimwitted as an Ageing Potion".

"Oh, but that's why it's so brilliant", George said.

"Because it's so pathetically dimwitted!" Fred told her.

She rolled her eyes once more as the twins pulled the small test tubes out of their pockets.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George".

They entwined their arms. With a "bottoms up!" they downed the potion and jumped into the Age Line.

They waited for a side effect.

None came.

"Yeah!" they both cheered, grinning at the crowd, also cheering. They tossed their small pieces of parchment into the Goblet and I held my breath.

Nothing happened.

"Yes!" the twins screamed, hi-fiving eachother. The crowd cheered.

I cheered also, squealing loudly. It had worked. My potion had worked!

I had spoken too soon. With a flash of fire and light, the redheaded boys were thrown out of the Age Line.

I gasped and stood from my seat, only to see they had sprouted long, white beards! I laughed, just like everybody in the room as they tackled eachother.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the pair, grabbing them both by the ears.

"Hospital Wing?" I asked them, smiling.

"If you would", they both said with a nod.

I swear, sometimes I felt like these boys' mother.

A few hours later, the twins were fine, but we had missed all of our classes.

"Might as well head back to the common room", George said with a shrug.

We followed his lead and once in Gryffindor tower, were greeted by our lot.

"Very nice beards earlier, boys", Katie commented, laughing.

"I reckon you could have given Dumbledore a run for his money!" Angelina exclaimed, also laughing.

"Oh, haha", Fred said sarcastically, flicking Angelina's head.

"Hey!" she yelled.

"Oops, sorry", Fred replied with an innocent wink.

"I can't wait for dinner", Lee told us. "I want to know who got Hogwarts Champion".

We all knew that Angelina entered, but frankly I didn't think she was going to win all that much.

"Cedric entered", Alicia said, swooning slightly.

Katie smiled. "Now he is worth a shag or two".

"Uh, yeah – men leaving as of now", George stated, standing up.

I scoffed. "Men?"

"Yes, men", Fred said, puffing out his chest importantly.

I scrunched up my nose and pulled a look of disgust. "You look like Percy when he announced that he was Head Boy", I told him.

"Oh, you mean the thirteen hundredth time?"

"That's the one".

He sent me a mischevious grin and looked at his twin. "I feel like attacking some first years; how do you feel?"

"I second that!" George exclaimed.

And like that, the twins and Lee were gone.

"Well we know how to get rid of them incase of emergency now", Alicia shrugged.

We laughed and began our usual conversation of gossip.

By dinner, the enter castle was in a permanent buzz. Who was going to be chosen?!

As the headmaster stood up, we all quieted down.

"The Goblet is ready to make its decision", said Dumbledore, "I estimate it will need another moment or two".

And just like that, the flames inside the Goblet turned red. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it – the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and read aloud, "The champion for Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum!"

A storm of applause swept through the Hall as Krum stood up and made his way to the front.

"That's right, Krum! That's my boy!" Angelina screamed.

I covered my face with my hands. "Maybe if I stay like this long enough, I can pretend like I don't know you", I told her.

We both laughed, but were soon silenced as the flames turned red again. "The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

I noticed all of the guys look up as a girl with silvery blonde hair pranced up to the front.

When Fred turned back to me, I was giving him a look of disgust.

"What?!" he insisted, "She's Veela I tell you!"

I rolled my eyes and patted his arm. "Of course she is".

The Goblet of Fire shot up once more, its red flames revealing the last piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!"

Before cheering, I sent Angelina a look of sympathy. She shrugged and smiled, cheering along with the rest of the school. The Hufflepuffs were going wild.

Finally, the applause died down as we listened to Dumbledore congratulate the champions, but he was cut off by the Goblet of Fire shooting up again.

We all showed a look of confusion as he caught the piece of parchment. Dumbledore's face went into shock as he read aloud, "Harry Potter".

The Hall broke into gasps and whispers. Every single person's head whipped to the young fourth year.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore bellowed and Hermione pushed him up.

"He's a cheat!" a Slytherin yelled.

"He's not even seventeen yet!" a Hufflepuff insisted. Wow, just because they never won anything didn't mean they had to be such ignorant prats.

"Bloody brilliant", the twins whispered.

"How do you think he managed that?" Fred asked, nudging me.

"I don't know…" I murmured, watching the young boy nervously approach Dumbledore. "But I think he just made a bunch of new enemies".