My first co-written thing, EVER. (With brubin. Hi Ben!) And I am so, so, SO sorry for not updating anything else. On the bright side, I just found my flash drive containing the only copies of the next chapter for EVERYTHING so maybe I'll update other things soon. Until then, have a companion fic, for all you people who read If I Wasn't There and beyond. I might also want to mention that there's going to be a different writing style from what you're used to me doing; what else did you expect when you're co-writing? Not to mention how these chapter's are ridiculously short... Okay, fine, I'll let you read now.
Dave walked up to the age line. There was no going back once he crossed it. He knew that he could do it. He was part dragon! What can't a dragon do? He stepped over the line, and waited a moment to make sure he wasn't going to be thrown out or anything. He reached out and placed his name into the goblet. The blue flames engulfed the paper quickly, and then it was over.
"How dare you cheat on me." Zohra slapped Dave in the face.
"I'm a boy. Boys will be boys. I need some action once in a while. This taking it slow thing isn't really going to work for me."
"You jerk. How could I have ever loved you, Dave? You know, I'm a person of second chances so I'll give you one."
"It's just not meant to be. I'm sorry, Zohra." Dave smiled slightly, trying to cheer her up. "Maybe we can be friends."
"That- that would be nice. Just friends." Zohra spoke in a much calmer tone now.
"Um, well, see you around, friend." Dave walked away and up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
"What do you mean about dangerous?"
"Dangerous! You don't know! People have died in the tournament. And I don't want you to be the next." CaraLena said in a worried tone.
They both walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Slytherin table with the Durmstrang students.
The Hogwarts students watched out the widow, mesmerized by the scene before them. A giant ship was emerging with great strength from the lake. Durmstrang had arrived.
"Before you is the Goblet of Fire. In a few moments three names will be drawn. There will be one champion from each of the schools." Dumbledore uncovered the cup and the top erupted with blue flames.
"When you put your name into the goblet, it creates a magically binding contract. You can never take it out. I suggest thinking long and hard about your decision," Dumbledore warned the students.
A slightly burned piece of paper fluttered out of the goblet and landed in Dumbledore's hand. Written on it was a name.
"The Hogwarts champion is ... Dave."
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