Third Person POV
Thousands of tents were set up to accommodate for wizards and witches who were there to attend the final of the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup.
The stadium was colossal as was the crowd of people who were to be in it.
Everyone was searching for their seats.
The Weasley family, Harry and Hermione were walking up and up.
"Blimey, Dad. How far up are we?" Ron sighed.
An unwelcome voice answered.
"Well, put it this way: if it rains you will be the first to know!" Lucius Malfoy smirked.
Behind him was his son and Quinn. Both had haughty looks on their faces similar to Lucius's.
"Father, Quinn and I are in the minister's box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." Draco bragged. Quinn wore a superior look on her face as usual.
"Don't boast, Draco." Lucius scolded giving his son a prod with his stick. "There's no need with these people."
The Weasleys and Harry and Hermione turned to leave when Lucius raised his stick and put it on Harry's arm restraining him.
"Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can." Lucius said fiercely. Quinn and Draco shared smug, knowing looks.
Lucius lifted his stick freeing Harry's arm allowing him to leave with his friends.
Everyone took their seats cheering wildly.
Suddenly the Irish team swooped in on their brooms as a bright sparkly leprechaun appeared performing an Irish dance in the sky and Irish music played loudly. The Irish supporters cheered, shouted and whooped at the sight of their favorite players.
"IRELAND, IRELAND, IRELAND!"
Then she Bulgarians flew in through the leprechaun causing him to disappear. The crowd went mad as they saw Viktor Krum flying in the air.
"KRUM, KRUM, KRUM!"
The Minister , Cornelius Fudge, began to speak to the stadium.
"Good evening! As minister for magic it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup!" Fudge greeted. "Let the match begin!"
After the match which Ireland had won ended everyone retreated to the tents to celebrate.
Suddenly mayhem broke out. The whole place went up in flames.
"IT'S THE DEATH EATERS!" someone cried. "IT'S THE DEATH EATERS!"
"THEY'RE COMING!"
"RUN!"
Everyone abandoned their belongings in a dash to leave. Parents scurried around trying to make sure their children were safe. Some people apparated, others ran to their port keys frantically. Fear and terror consumed them as they saw the masked figures who were causing this approaching with sticks with flames on top in their hands.
More and more people escaped.
Everything was covered with flames as everybody suddenly disappeared. One boy had been knocked down and remained on the ground: Harry Potter.
Quinn POV
Santana, Brittany and I were sitting in a compartment in the Hogwarts Express. Brittany had purchased a mountain of sweets and was chomping her way through Tooth-Splintering Strongmints. Coach Sylvester would kill her if she gained weight...
"I wonder who conjured it." Brittany said as she popped another sweet in her mouth.
"We know who conjured it Britt," I said.
"Who, again?" she asked.
"Barty Crouch Junior." Santana answered. "What was it like wearing that mask and scaring the shit out of everyone Q?"
"It was okay." I replied coolly.
I was lying and Santana could tell.
"No, it wasn't. Now tell the truth." Santana said sincerely.
"Okay. If you really want to know it felt terrible. I felt like we were just doing it to be cruel. Burning everybody's things like that was just nasty. I know my family were always going on about how my day would come but I'm fo
urteen for god's sake. Lucius thought if me and Draco took part so young it would make a good impression on the Dark Lord. Frannie knew I didn't want to do it but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything out there, she was a ruthless bitch." I confessed.
Santana and Britt both put their arms on my shoulders. At least I could tell somebody about it. I was expecting Sirius to send me letters asking if I knew anything about what happened. I didn't know if I should tell him. I mean what if the letter was found and read? What if my family found out what I've been doing with Sirius? I'd be as good as dead to them.
"One day it'll be my turn too Q and I'll be right beside you the whole time. It'll be better than doing it alone, won't it?" San comforted me.
"Yeah, it will." I agreed.
"Lord Tubbington will go with you too." Brittany promised.
I smiled. Brittany always meant well even if she wasn't always as helpful as she thought she was. "I think he should stay with you. He might start smoking again and you're the only one who can stop him."
"I guess you're right. He's just stopped smoking yesterday. He stopped a year ago but he started doing it again over the summer. I think it was the stress of breaking up with his girlfriend that pushed him to do it…" Brittany frowned.
We looked over the cat who sat opposite us on the other side of the compartment with my cat Snowy. He didn't look very happy but the again, he hardly ever did.
"Sweets anybody?" the woman with the cart was coming around again.
"Yeah, I'll take a licorice wand." I said giving her the money.
I was trying to lay off junk food for the cheerios weigh in, but screw it. I wanted candy.
Santana bought salt water taffy and closed the compartment door and sat down next to Lord Tubbington and Snowy.
"So who are you crushing on?" Brittany asked San.
"Nobody actually. If I wants a little something I will gets a little something, but I ain't got my eyes set on any boys in particular." Santana shrugged. She never was into romance.
"Finn." I admitted. "He's popular, I'm popular. It makes sense, doesn't it? Plus I bet I could get him out of Glee club; then he could be even more popular. Plus I could always quit."
"Getting Finnocence out of Glee club will be like taking a fish out of water. He'll just flop around having a little spastic fit. Then he dies. Face it Q, he's grown attached. Alright, so maybe you think that Mercedes chick is okay and I gotta admit she's pretty cool with her little homo friend. But have you seen Berry? It's like she's begging to be insulted. She's an insult to herself!" Santana said bitchily.
"As if I don't already know that San. We all know Berry needs a nose job - or even better, an entire body job - but for some reason Finn likes her!" I said shaking my head.
I honestly never understood what he saw in her. She was ugly and annoying.
"At first I thought she had a toad on her face. Turns out it she didn't, it was her nose. She must have an awesome sense of smell…" Brittany said blankly.
"I'm surprised she didn't." Santana sneered.
Mercedes POV
"Who do you think did it?" Kurt asked.
"I bet you a million galleons it was You-Know-Who." Artie said.
"Nah, that guy is long gone." I disagreed.
"I-I think it w-was Crouch." Tina said.
"No, he wouldn't do that. It would make the Ministry look bad. I mean they clearly didn't have much security there if they let that happen." Artie pointed out.
"Well you are all incorrect. Artie, it could not have been You-Know-Who. And what is scaring the ministry is that there was so much security there and it happened right under their noses. Tina, be realistic." Rachel inputted.
"Did we ask for your opinion?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
I got along with everyone in the club but Rachel. She was a selfish, oddly desperate, rude girl, and I don't like that kind of person. I've had about three solos since I joined Glee and Rachel gets solos every single day. Was I jealous? …Maybe.
"Well if I was to quote Kurt, he said 'Who do you think did it?'. He did not aim the question at any specific person, therefore it was an open question to the whole group. So yes, you did ask for my opinion." Rachel replied calmly.
I didn't say anything. I just glared at her.
"Well before this gets even more awkward I'm going to go change into my uniform and robes…" Artie said hesitantly.
"M-me t-t-too." Tina added.
Ever since those two started dating they did everything together.
"I'm going to go with you…in case Artie's wheelchair knocks Tina down…" Kurt lied.
3rd Person POV
The students and teachers watched ecstatically as a chariot with horses flew through the air above them, gliding gracefully down outside Hogwarts…knocking Hagrid down in the process.
Next a boat came towards land, appearing small but going upwards towards the sky revealing more levels until it appeared to be ginormous.
Gasps escaped the mouths of the spectators.
Everyone rushed inside and sat in the Great Hall at their tables knowing Dumbledore would have something to say about the arrivals.
Dumbledore stood up before them as he did at the start of each school year and began his speech.
"I would like to make an announcement! This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen -"
He stopped talking to speak to Filch who had come running up to him. They murmured to one another for a moment then Filch waddle-ran back out of the hall. Dumbledore continued.
"So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament."
"Brilliant!" someone whispered excitedly from their seat. Murmurs could be heard throughout the hall, everyone becoming eager to know more and compete. Dumbledore ignored them and continued with his speech.
"For those of you who do not know the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. For each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madame Maxime."
Girls in blue uniforms with odd hats entered the Great Hall, doing an odd swoon-sigh routine. The were all beautiful girls to say the least. They reached the top of the Great Hall and released butterflies which matched their uniforms then split to the sides. Then their headmistress walked up.
"Blimey. That's one big woman." Seamus Finnegan commented to Ron.
And acrobat danced as the Madame Maxime walked up. She reached the top of the hall and the girls bowed, and were applauded and received wolf whistled. Dumbledore kissed Madame Maxime's hand.
He then announced: "And now our friends from the north. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master Igor Karkaroff."
Boys burst through the door doing an impressively synchronized routine with sticks. Sparks flew from the bottoms of the sticks.
"Activating the gaydar." Kurt said, eyeing the boys as they walked past him and Mercedes. She giggled and the pair high fived.
"Fresh meat," she said excitedly. "Chocolate meat if I'm lucky!"
A number of girls, particularly cheerios, fanned themselves with their hands dramatically.
"Ooh, Aunty Tana likes this…" Santana whispered to the girls at her table.
The boys reached the top of the Great Hall and Viktor Krum and Igor Karkaroff burst through the doors.
"Blimey, it's him! It's Viktor Krum!" Ron gasped as Krum walked past him. A large amount of the students watched the esteemed Quidditch player in awe.
A boy at the top of the broad room held out a stick, creating an animal of fire which died out as Krum and Karkaroff arrived at the top.
"Albus!" Igor greeted giving Dumbledore a hug.
Everyone dug in to the feast hungrily.
Noah Puckerman ate a chicken leg in ten seconds flat, burping loudly afterwards with a proud look on his face.
"Now that is job well bleedin' done!" Seamus laughed giving Puck a high-five.
"You eat like a pig." Quinn said rolling her eyes in her signature bitchy fashion.
"Thanks Princess." he winked back.
He had taken to calling her Princess. The main reasons were that everyone knew her family were the richest people in the wizarding world, she acted above everybody and was practically treated like royalty. She used to shoot him dirty looks when he said it but she soon realized he wasn't going to stop, so she learned to tolerate it.
"Your attention please!" Dumbledore requested. "I would like to say a few words: eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament but to do this the student must survive three tasks; three extremely dangerous tasks."
"Wicked!" the Weasley twins said in unison.
"For this reason the ministry feels it is fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of International Magic Co-operation Mr. Bartimus Crouch."
Suddenly the illusion of candles above the students and staff violently roared, showing lightning. The students let out high pitched screams. A man standing in the doorway at the top of the hall beside the teacher's table raised his wand calming it down.
Some students recognized the man to be Alastor - or Mad-Eye - Moody, the ex-auror. Dumbledore welcomed him. Barty stepped up and spoke to the students, his eyes twitching oddly.
"After consideration the ministry has concluded that no student under the age of seventeen should be able to put forth their name for the tournament. This -"
He could no longer continue over the shouts and protests of the crowd of students.
"THAT'S RUBBISH!" the Weasley twins screamed.
"THAT'S NOT FAIR!"
"TO HELL WITH THAT!"
Dumbledore stepped forward and yelled: "SILEEENCE!"
When everybody and shut up he pointed his wand at a statue which was in front of the teachers' table and had been brought in by three men. The statue melted down to reveal the Goblet of Fire. A blue flame erupted from the cup and remained above it.
"The Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore presented. "Anyone who wishes to enter the tournament must put their name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame by this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen there is no turning back. As from this moment the Triwizard Tournament has begun."
Glee Rehearsals
Everybody was chatting away in their groups awaiting Will's arrival.
"I am so putting my name in that goblet." Santana said. "I gonna whoop everybody's asses in this Tournament."
Having overheard the Latina, Rachel simply had to comment.
"I'm afraid you cannot Santana. I'm sure you remember what Bartimus Crouch said. The age requirement is seventeen. You are only fourteen."
"Fuck off RuPaul. Nobody asked you. Quite frankly I despise you and wish you didn't exist. Please do me a favor and keep those trout lips shut. Got it?" Santana growled with her back to Rachel.
"Santana, if you wish to communicate with me I'm afraid you must look at me." Rachel said.
"Well I would, but your disaster of a face could turn Medusa to stone."
Quinn and Brittany laughed. The other members tried to hold back their chuckles but some failed earning evil looks from Rachel.
At the moment Mr. Schuester walked in. "Hey guys! I hope you are ready to work because it's a new school year and we are going to win at sectionals!"
"Is he high…?" Brittany whispered.
"No, he's just freakishly happy." Santana said not so quietly.
Mr. Schue pretended he didn't hear them but turned the happiness down a notch.
"Mr. Schue I believe it is time to decide on a captain of the club. Realistically, I feel that I am the only person in this club who is capable of such a title and we all know I am the best singer and dancer out of all of us." Rachel said.
"That's a load of crap Treasure Trail." Quinn snapped.
"Have you seen Quinn, Britt and me dancing? We make you look like a stumbling idiot. Well actually you do that yourself." Santana insulted.
"I'm totally awesome. And hotter. And better at everything." Brittany said, directing this at the whole club.
"Don't even think you are a better singer than me Berry! I ain't gonna be your Kelly Roland no more. I am Beyoncé." Mercedes stated adamantly.
She stood up and stalked into the centre of the room.
"Mercedes, we all know you are superb for belting out notes at the end of my performances. I do agree that you are excellent at projecting your voice, but you couldn't compare yourself to me…" Rachel said confidently, visibly pitying Mercedes for assuming she was comparable to her.
"If I were you I would shut that overgrown mouth of yours before I come over there and personally shut it for you! Mr. Schue, I have a song I prepared earlier and I would like to perform it now." Mercedes said.
She was in full diva mode. All she lacked was her name in bright twinkling lights.
"Go ahead Mercedes." Mr. Schue nodded going to sit in a spare chair so Mercedes would have space to perform.
"Thanks. I need backup dancers." Mercedes requested.
Quinn, Santana and Brittany stepped up and got behind Mercedes. After all, Mercedes had just expressed her dislike of Rachel. In the Unholy Trinity's books, that earned her brownie points.
Mercedes:
Mama said get your ass out of bed,
I said hell to the no
Said wash your grandma's nasty hair,
I said hell to the no
They tried to take away my tots
I said hell to the no
Yeah, 'cause I'm the one that calls the shots
And I say hell to the no
Try to make me change my weave
Well I got something up my sleeve
It's a whole lotta
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany, and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
I said
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany, and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
I'm not trying to diva out
But this shows gotta stop so shout
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany, and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
Tell me I should eat my Wheaties, you know what
Hell to the no (Quinn, Brittany, and Santana: Hell to the no)
Tell me I'll come down with diabetes
Hell to the no (Quinn, Brittany, and Santana: Hell to the no)
Mercedes:
Try to make me change my eats
But baby that just isn't me
I'm a whole lot of
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany, and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
I said
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
I'm not trying to diva out
But this shows gotta stop so shout
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany, and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
Take me you can leave me but I won't ever change
If you don't like the rules don't play my game
Time for me to get R-E-S-P-E-C-T, but if I don't, it's all in me
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
I said
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
I'm not trying to diva out
But this shows gotta stop so shout
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
I'm not trying to diva out
But this shows gotta stop so shout
Mercedes with Quinn, Brittany and Santana:
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hell to the no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Mercedes:
Aw, hell to the no...
Everybody applauded Mercedes and her backing singers and dancers. Kurt winked at her with a big thumbs up. He couldn't have been prouder of her.
"That ladies, gentlemen, Rachel; was an original song by none other than me, Miz Mercedes Jones!" Mercedes breathed heavily.
She looked triumphantly at Rachel who looked slightly taken aback.
"You were outstanding Mercedes!" Artie complimented.
"You were OK." Rachel amended.
"OK? I think you mean KO!" Santana corrected giving a high five to Mercedes.
Mercedes bowed very pleased with her performance.
"Mercedes, I give you the solo at sectionals! Different song though - a ballad." Mr. Schue promised.
"Mr. Schuester, this is an outrage! I am the balladeer of this club! Nobody can steal that from me, ever." Rachel protested.
"Rachel try to be happy for Mercedes." Finn frowned.
Rachel pouted unhappy that she was being deprived of her spotlight. This was not over, no way.
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The Gryffindors and Slytherins were in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Their new teacher had swapped some people's seats around, leaving Quinn beside Neville instead of Santana, Puck beside Draco instead of Seamus, Kurt beside Pansy instead of Mercedes and other unwanted changes were made to the seating arrangement.
Finally the odd-looking teacher spoke. "Alastair Moody. Ex-auror…ministry malcontent...and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end! Any questions?" he said gruffly. "When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. First, can any of you tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"
"Three, sir." Hermione Granger answered.
"And they are so named?" Moody asked.
"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will -"
Professor Moody wrote on the chalkboard as he spoke. "Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban, correct. Now, the ministry says you are too young to see what these curses do, I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk Mr. Finnigan!"
Everybody's head whisked around to Seamus who was sticking gum under his desk.
"Ah, no way! The old codger can see out the back of his head…" he whispered.
"And hear across classrooms!" Moody added.
Everybody stared at their teacher shocked he had heard their classmate. Moody continued.
"So, which curse shall we see first?"
Nobody answered.
"Weasley!" he barked.
"Yes?" Ron squeaked nervously.
"Stand." Moody instructed.
Ron obeyed as the entire room stared at him.
"Give us a curse." Moody commanded.
"Well, my dad did tell me about one." Ron said. "The Imperius Curse."
"Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that." Moody said. "Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why."
Moody walked over to a table with jars of bugs on it and picked out an ugly spider.
"Hello!" Moody greeted the spider picking it up. "Lovely little beauty. Engorgio!"
The spider became twice its original size. Then Moody cast another spell. "Imperio!"
He pointed his wand around and the spider moved to where the wand pointed which was on Neville and Quinn's desk. Neville was rather calm about it, but Quinn was the opposite. Quinn squealed and cringed away from the huge spider, utterly terrified and clung to Neville and squeezing his hand, much to his surprise.
"Is Princess scared of a little spider?" Puck laughed with Seamus.
"Shut up Puck!" Quinn screamed.
Mad-Eye laughed gleefully and made the spider fling itself onto Vincent Crabbe's head. Vincent grabbed his head in attempt to get rid of the hairy beast.
"Don't worry. It's completely harmless." Moody assured.
Everybody was laughing apart from Crabbe himself and Quinn, who was squeezing a startled Neville's hand trying not to scream with terror. Moody then made the spider jump onto Parvati Patil, then onto a petrified Ron.
"If she bites, she's lethal!" Moody laughed madly.
Draco chuckled amusedly and very loudly, above all the other giggles.
"What are you laughing at?" Mad-Eye demanded forcing the spider to throw itself on Malfoy's face. The smirk soon disappeared from the boy's face. Beside him, Puck was struggling to breathe through his laughter. Behind the pair sat Pansy and Kurt, both of whom were as white as sheets.
"G-Get off!" Draco shrieked waving his arms around helplessly.
This encouraged the laughter, some students even clapped.
"Talented, isn't she!?" Moody chuckled delightedly. "What should I have her do next? Jump out the window?"
The spider flew at a glass circle and crashed into it, fell and hovered over a small bucket of water.
"Drown herself?" Moody added, before making the spider float onto his hand. All amusement gone he continued. "Scores of wizards and witches have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius curse. But here's the rub: How do we sort out the liars? Another, another."
Pupils raised their hands.
"Up, up. Come on. Longbottom, is it? Up." Moody said.
Neville stood up.
"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology." Moody told Neville. Neville nodded.
"There's the um, the Cruciatus Curse." Neville answered.
"Correct, correct. Come, come." Moody ushered Neville up to the teacher's desk where the spider stood on all its legs.
"Particularly nasty." Moody commented on the spell. "The torture curse. Crucio!"
The spider struggled. Its legs buckled under the force of the intense pain. The spider staggered about squealing helplessly, begging for mercy. Neville winced, thinking of his poor, unfortunate parents. Seeing that this was what they were but through made him feel terrible. It were as if the spider morphed into his parents in front of his very eyes. He could almost feel the creature's pain. He shut his eyes tightly.
"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!" Hermione yelled unable to stay silent any longer.
The teacher looked from Hermione to Neville then to the spider and stopped torturing the creature. He picked it up and prowled over to Hermione.
"Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable Curse Miss Granger." Moody deadpanned. Hermione shook her head. "No? Avada Kedavra!"
The spider dropped dead.
"The Killing Curse." Moody explained. "Only one person is known to have survived it and he's sitting in this room."
Neville returned to his seat looking depressed and traumatized. Quinn looked at him and held his hand again, this time not to hold back a scream but to comfort the boy.
Thursday, Great Hall
The Great Hall was filled with students, many of them crowding around the Goblet of Fire, including Artie and Mercedes.
"I wish I was old enough to put my name in." Artie sighed. "I would have kicked ass."
"Did you hear about the Weasley twins? They made some Aging Potion, but it backfired and turned them into hairy old granddads." Mercedes chuckled.
"All the Ravenclaws have been talking about it. They all think they could have gotten it right." Artie said. "I think they were afraid they'd get in trouble if they got selected, though."
"What about you? Did you think you could get past the Age Line?" Mercedes asked raising an eyebrow.
"No! I'm smart, but I would never be able to get past Dumbledore's Age Line. Do you think you could?"
"I wish! I ain't no genius." Mercedes said shaking her head.
"Sit down, please!" Dumbledore called out over the noise of the chattering students.
Everybody reluctantly obeyed, sitting at their house tables.
When everybody settled, Dumbledore continued. "Now for the moment you've all been waiting for: the champion selection!"
He approached the Goblet of Fire and put his hands on it. The blue flame turned red and he removed his hands as a piece of parchment erupted from the flames.
"The Durmstrang champion is…Viktor Krum!" he announced loudly.
There was an outburst of cheers throughout the hall as Viktor approached Dumbledore and went through a door at the back of the hall..
Another piece of parchment flew from the goblet.
"The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"
Everybody applauded and Fleur disappeared into the same room as Viktor.
A third piece of parchment rose from the flames.
"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!"
Cedric's friends congratulated him as everybody clapped loudly.
Cedric followed the two other champions into the room and was gone from sight.
Dumbledore continued loudly. "Excellent! We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions; this vessel of victory… the Triwizard Cup!"
Barty Crouch had carried in an object covered with a grey sheet and placed it at the top of the Great Hall. Dumbledore pointed his finger at it and the grey sheet flew off, revealing a beautiful trophy.
The crowd of students went wild with enthusiasm, clapping and cheering at the top of their lungs.
Suddenly, everybody went quiet.
"What's going on?" Finn whispered to Sam Evans. Sam shrugged, and like everybody else his eyes were glued to the Goblet of Fire.
Dumbledore frowned and approached the goblet once again. The flame had turned red. Igor Karkaroff looked murderous.
A fourth piece of parchment burst from the scarlet flame. Dumbledore caught it in his hand and read it aloud. "Harry Potter. Harry Potter?"
Harry sank down in his seat as everybody looked around.
"No. No." Hagrid said to himself, trying to pretend this wasn't happening.
"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore shouted.
Harry hesitantly stood up after being persuaded by Hermione. Glares from all four tables followed him as he walked up to Dumbledore, who handed him the piece of parchment. No applause, no cheering. Just glares.
"He's a cheat!" one boy yelled out.
"He's not even seventeen yet!" another shouted.
"That isn't fair!" Sam yelled.
"He's a sly little shit!" Santana Lopez screeched.
With that, Harry entered the room. Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Barty, Snape and McGonagall dashed into the room seconds after him, leaving the Hall.
Everybody immediately started talking about Harry.
"How did he do it?" Artie said to Blaine who was sitting next to him.
"I have no clue. He must be better at magic than we thought…" Blaine replied with a twinge of jealousy.
"He's an asshole. If he knew how to get his name in he could have at least told everybody else!" Puck growled angrily.
"Yeah, he's a bloody git!" Seamus agreed.
Behind them the Weasley twins were trying to figure out how Harry had managed to do it.
"This is BULLSHIT!" Santana roared over all the angry boys and girls. A load of Slytherins showed their agreement with her before she began to shout non-stop in Spanish.
"I think Lord Tubbington told him." Brittany said matter-of-factly to Tina.
"Uh, a-awesome." Tina smiled.
"No, it's not awesome! Lord Tubby should have told me…"
At the Ravenclaw table Rachel was ranting on at a bunch of very disinterested girls. "I cannot believe this happened! Four champions. No, Dumbledore won't allow this. He'll put a stop to this. It simply wouldn't be fair to the rest of us. Harry is underage, it's against the rules. I'm positive he'll be punished…"
"That boy is such a loser!" Mercedes said to Kurt. "So attention seeking."
"I can't say I was very interested in entering myself. It would destroy my hair and nails." Kurt chuckled inspecting his manicure.
McGonagall emerged from the champions' room and told everybody to quieten down and told Santana to get off the table which she had been standing on during her Spanish rant. Everybody reluctantly ate their food in silence then left for their common rooms and dormitories, more than likely to talk about Harry more.