Champion Selection

Chapter six

Cool, two in one day.
Gotta love snow.

Hermione and I were sitting on a set of bleachers reading a book while a large amount of people put their names into the Goblet of Fire. And guess what, it was raining outside. There was a loud ruckus coming from the hall. Looking up I saw Fred and George running with a small vile in their hands.

This can't be good.

"Well everyone, we've done it. Cooked it up just this morning." The twins announced.

"It's not going to work." Hermione told them.

"Oh, yeah, and why is that Granger?" They asked.

"You see that? That's an age line. Dumbledore drew it up himself." She answered.

"So?"

"So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something that is as pathetically dim-witted as an aging potion.' She said.

"But that's why it's so brilliant, because he's so pathetically dim-witted," They laughed standing up." Ready Fred, ready George. Bottoms up."

They drank the potion and jumped passed the age line. Nothing happened. Everyone cheered them on. Fred and George then took out two pieces of parchment and threw them in. Thinking they were in, they began to cheer again, but the goblet started acting up. A blue light hit the two boys and they flew across the room, then they began to fight.

"Boys are so stupid." I said to here.

"You got that right." She replied.

The cheering of the fight soon died down as Viktor Krum walked into the room. Walking right up to the goblet, he also put his name in. He looked at Hermione and walked right back out.

"I think someone has the hots for you." I sang.

"No, he doesn't," She blushed." Do you think so?"

"I think he does." I answered.

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The next day, Thursday, everyone gathered into the Great Hall for the champion selection.

"Finally,the day has come for what we've all been waiting for. The champion selection." Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the room.

He dimmed the lights, and walked over to the goblet. A piece of paper exploded from it.

"The Dumstrag champion is, Victor Krum," He started. "The Beaubuxton's champion is Fleur Delecour, and the Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory." Many people burst into applause and congratulated to champions.

However, a few moments later, another piece of parchment flew out of the goblet.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore shouted.

I gasped and looked at Harry. How on earth did he get his name in?

Hermione had to physically push him in order for him to move. Ron looked pissed.

"He's a cheat! He's not even seventeen yet." Someone shouted while Harry walked towards the front of the hall.

I watched as Harry walked away to were the other champions had gone. I got up and walked out.

Am I getting good at that or what?

Thank goodness the corridors were completely empty. I went out to the court yard and took a seat on one of the benches. It was another pretty night. There have been a lot of those lately. Looking at the sky, I could feel a few tears slipping away from the corners of my eyes. How could Harry do this? There is no way he was sure to survive.

"You know, this is starting to become a habit for you." Draco noted walking my way.

"I'm not in the mood for talking right now." I told him.

"I can see that," He said." But I can tell you're going to say what's upsetting you anyway."

"Fine," I sighed." There's no way that Harry is going to live through this. I mean really, Krum, Fleur, and Cedric are all seventeen and he's fourteen. No way in hell is he going to survive. And how could he have gotten his name in there in the first place? He couldn't have done it, not with the age line, so that would mean that someone older did it. That or a teacher. I bet it was Moody."

"Feel better?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said." You're really good at that."

"Thank you." He said.

"I just don't know if I can handle this. I can't loose him too." I stated as another tear fell.

"Haylee, if he can live through a Basilisk attack I think he'll be ok." Draco said giving me a reassuring hug.

In the distance I thought I heard a small clicking sound. Probably just my imagination.

"You sure?" I asked.

"I know." He answered.

"Thank you," I said pulling away." I talk to you later."

He nodded and we went our separate ways.

Third Person

Professor McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore were walking up to Dumbledore's office to talk about what had just happened when they heard two voices coming from the courtyard. Glancing around the corner, they could see the young Gryffindor and Slytherin sharing a warm embrace. Quickly, before they had been seen, they went the other way.

They then entered Dumbledore's office.

"How could this have happened, Albus?" McGonagall asked him." First the Dark Mark, now this."

"What do you suggest we do?" Dumbledore asked her.

"Put an end to it. Don't let Potter compete." McGonagall answered.

"You hear Barty, the rules are clear." Dumbledore told her.

"The devil with Barty and his rules. Since when do you accommodate the Ministry?" She asked him.

"Master, I too find it difficult to find these incidents more than a coincedance, however, if we are truly to discover the meaning of these events, we should, for the time being, let them unfold." Severus spoke.

"What and do nothing?" McGonagall asked." Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat."

"I agree with Severus." Dumbledore answered." Alestor, keep an eye on Harry, would you."

"I can do that." Moody answered leaving the office.

When Dumbledore was sure that he was gone, he turned to the remaining Professors.

"As for you two," He began." I would like you to watch over a certain student from you own houses.

"What do you suppose they were doing down there?" McGonagall asked the two older gentlemen.

"If I recall correctly, I remember seeing Ms. Potter leaving the Great Hall as soon as her brother went to were the others had gone. I'm guessing when everyone else left; Mr. Malfoy went to find her." Serverus answered.

"But why?" McGonagall asked." Aren't they supposed to be enemies?"

"Just because Harry and Draco are, doesn't mean she has too," Serverus answered her." I remember hearing him and Blaise talking about her in the common room the other day."

"Don't you just love young love?" Dumbledore asked them.

"Albus, you don't think?" McGonagall asked.

"Why not?" He said.

"It's just, Harry would be furious." She answered.

"True, but have they been caught yet?" His eyes twinkled.

"No, I suppose they haven't." She pointed out.

"So you would like us to see where this leads?" Severus asked Dumbledore.

"I would," He smiled." I think this would be good, for the both of them."

End Third Person

"Where were you?" Hermione bombarded when I entered the bedroom.

"Sorry to worry you, 'Mione," I told her." It's just; Harry's name coming from the giblet is freaking me out."

"I understand," She said." But if Harry can live through fighting a Basilisk, I think he'll be all right." I laughed at that." What?"

"Oh, nothing,' I sighed." That's what Draco said."

"So that's were you were." She smiled.

"Oh, shut up," I told her." I'll talk to you in the morning."

"You better, we have a lot to talk about." I heard her say.

"I'm not gonna talk about it." I said.

"Trust me, you will."

"Good night, Mione."

"Night, Haylee."

This wasn't going to be the year I thought it was going to be.

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