Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter'. I do own my own characters. I hope you enjoy and I'll try to post a couple of chapters a day since I leave on a 40 day vacation on the 25th...No matter what or how busy I become with packing and everything, I will have it all posted before my flight takes off...
When I was called to a classroom the day before the first task, the little hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I saw Mr. Ollivander and knew this wasn't going to go well. I noticed the reporter and photographer and smirked. Maybe if I take the focus off myself, it won't be so bad.
"We're here for the weighing of the wands. Mr. Krum, please come forward."
Viktor's wand was inspected and deemed in top working order. Fleur's wand produced a bouquet of flowers and then they looked at Cedric's wand. The wand maker made it shoot stars out of the tip and was approved. Everyone in the room turned to me, waiting for me to present my wand.
"And your wand, Ms. Potter?"
"I don't need a wand anymore."
"Nonsense. Every witch needs a wand," the reporter said.
"Every other witch may need a wand but I can assure you, Rita Skeeter, that I do not. Professor Dumbledore can attest to that or would you like a demonstration?"
"What are you getting at, Ms. Potter? Just give Ollivander your wand and be done with this charade," Crouch said.
"I'd keep your mouth shut, Mr. Crouch. I know of your recent houseguest. What I'm trying to say is that I came into an inheritance of sorts before my 17th birthday. It allows me control over my magic without a wand. I can perform any spell you'd give me if you'd like."
"Monsieur, you can't let her compete without a wand. It'll put the others in a compromising position. The other's can't compete with that."
"Madame Maxine, I am a 4th year and even if I had a wand, the others would know more spells than I so I'd be at a loss. But if that were the case, would you still think it's unfair? No because your student is older and knows more spells. I would be told to research and learn the spells even though I didn't place my own name into the Goblet, someone else did."
They finally ruled that it was alright and Rita wanted to do interviews with the champions. I offered to go first and smirked. I let her ask her questions and pretended to think it over. She of course asked about the inheritance.
"Let me say this, Ms. Skeeter. Everyone thinks of me being the Girl Who Lived but has anyone thought to think beyond that? I never wanted this life-to be famous, to be on Voldemort's radar. I never asked for the titles and the crap that comes with them. I just want to live my life. So go bug someone else."
I took my broom out and flew around the pitch. Ron was busy scrambling to do his homework and Neville was helping Sprout in the greenhouses. I spotted Moody clunking along towards the Forbidden Forest so I followed. He led me to a clearing where I spotted wizards wrangling dragons.
"Oh, bloody hell."
I conjured my patronus and told it to seek out the other champions. The message consisted of 'First Task Dragons.'
The day of the task came along and everyone was in a frenzy. Neville was close to hyperventilating and Ron barely touched any food. Fred and George were taking bets and many didn't think I'd get a lot of points.
"How can you be so calm, Arya? You know what you're going up against," Ginny asked.
"Dragons are easy to understand and besides, I can't die. I might get charbroiled but it'll heal quickly. Faster than if the others got torched."
The champions were ushered in to a tent where we met Crouch and the headmasters. We were told that we had to get the golden egg away from the dragon. The egg was the clue to the second task.
"Inside is a replica of the dragon that you will be going up against. There are tamers nearby in case the dragons become too much. Delacour."
Fleur selected the Common Welsh Green with Viktor picking the Chinese Fireball. Cedric went next and pulled the Swedish Short-Snout. I pinched the dragon's tail in between my fingers and pulled it out of the bag. I had the Hungarian Horntail and would go last in competing.
While the others went, came back injured but clutching their golden egg, I played with the little dragon replica. We were told that we could keep them so I named it. I watched as Ares flew around in the air in front of me.
"Potter."
I left Ares with Cedric and straightened my robes. There were many ways I could get the egg but I thought of the simplest way. I stepped out of the tent and looked at all the students in the stands. I spotted my friends and the two Marauders sitting beside them. I spotted another redhead watching the dragon so I assumed it was Charlie, Ron's older brother.
The Horntail went mad as it caught sight of me. It did a growl in the back of its throat but I didn't move. I took a step forward and raised my hand. As I was about to summon the egg, the dragon breathed fire. Hastily I erected a shield around me.
"So you want to play dirty."
I flicked my wrist and the dragon stumbled. I lowered the shield and watched as the dragon laid down. It was asleep but the snout was quite close to the egg. I deepened the sleep and approached.
The crowd started to yell that I was crazy for walking up to the Horntail. I grabbed the egg and stroked the dragon's scales. They were prickly but shined dozens of colors.
"Sleep tight, Hera."
I waved to my friends and family before heading back into the tent. Madam Pomfrey rushed to me thinking the worst but I shook her off. She went back to check on the others before we were allowed to go out to get the scores.
"The scores are as follows: fourth place with 40 points, Fleur Delacour, third place with 45 points is tied between Cedric Diggory and Viktor Krum, and first place with…"
I wasn't really paying attention but staring at the egg. I saw the joint lines so it must open. I felt the top knob and gave it a twist as Crouch was about to say my score. A horrible shriek filled the air. I kept it open for a few seconds before twisting it closed. Every person had their hands covering their ears.
"Oops. Sorry," I apologized.
"Like I was saying. First place with 50 points is Arya Potter. How a 4th year knows that type of spell and be powerful enough to cast it is beyond me. Champions, the egg contains the clue for the second task. You must decipher it before the next task in order to participate."
The Gryffindor tower was partying late into the night, courtesy of Sirius, Remus, and Charlie. They supplied the butterbeer and food. Dobby happily winked in with the other elves to help clean up after everyone was in bed. I was sitting by the fire staring at the flames. By using my magic today, I showed everyone that I was powerful. Voldemort would hear about this from Crouch Jr. but not even he could stop me.