Here's Chapter Five. :)

Everyone was talking excitedly about the Triwizard Tournament and they were making friends with the guests. Harry looked up at the head table and saw that a teacher was missing.

"Hey where's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Harry asked.

"Maybe everyone's too afraid to take the job," Hermione said.

"Or maybe Snape finally got the position and is now the Potions teacher and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Ron said.

"Don't say that Ron," Melissa said. "It's bad enough we have to put up with Snape in potions class. I'd hate to put up with him in Defense Against the Dark Arts to. That's my best class."

"Same here," Harry said. "And if Snape taught it our good grades would no longer exist."

"I just can't wait until the Triwizard Tournament begins," Fred said excitement filling his voice. "I am so going to enter."

"You and me both Fred," George said in the same excited voice.

"What," Melissa said. She was shocked that they wanted to enter. Dumbledore did mention how dangerous it was. "Didn't you two pay attention to what Professor Dumbledore said? He said the tasks are extremely dangerous."

"Ah but that's the fun of it," George told her.

"I'm going to enter to," Ron said.

"What? Ron you are not going to enter," Hermione told him. "It's too dangerous."

"Come on Hermione," Ron said. "It's an honor to be the champion of your school. Are you going to enter Harry?"

"No," Harry said. "I'd rather not draw more attention to myself thanks."

"What about you Melissa," Fred said. "You've got to enter to."

"Yeah that's not happening," Melissa said.

They continued talking until Dumbledore got to his feet.

"Could I have your attention please," Dumbledore said in a calm but serious voice.

Once Dumbledore asked this the enter room fell silent and turned their attention towards the Headmaster.

"I would like to say a few words," Dumbledore continued. "Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."

Harry and Melissa glanced at each other and then back to the Headmaster.

"For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all of this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Minister Bartimus Crouch," Dumbledore said.

Just then loud thunder roared overhead. The students look up to the magical ceiling and they saw rain start to leak through. As the students broke out in terrified screams a man appeared in a side doorway leading to the Great Hall. He pointed his wand up at the ceiling and cast a spell at it sealing the roof.

The students stop screaming and turned their attention towards the man who was now limping up to the head table. He had shoulder length blond hair that was almost like straw. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and black pants. On his right leg he wore a black boot while his left leg was made out of metal. But the strange part about this man was his eyes. His right eye was a very light blue almost a gray color while his left eye was a huge blue one that was spinning about widely in its socket while the other eye was still. His name was Mad-Eye Moody.

"Bloody hell," Ron said as he stared at Moody. "It's Mad-Eye Moody."

"Who," Melissa asked.

"Alastor Moody," Fred told her. "He was once an Aura."

"Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him," George added.

"He's supposed to be mad as a hatter these days," Ron said.

Moody's magical went around the room as he walked. It fell on Harry and then it landed on Melissa. Melissa shuddered as she noticed that the eye was on her.

"What's wrong," George asked.

"That eye creeps me out," Melissa told him.

"Dear old friend," Dumbledore said with a smile on his face as Moody walked up to him. "Thank you for coming."

Moody nodded and he took a long drink from a hip flask.

"I wonder what he's drinking," Melissa said.

"I'm not sure," Harry said. "But I'm pretty sure it's not pumpkin juice."

As Moody seated himself at the head table Barty Crouch made his way to the front of the room to talk to the students.

"After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final," Barty Crouch told the students.

The students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang all booed.

"That's rubbish," Fred and George shout.

"Silence," Dumbledore yelled. The moment he did the room stopped booing and fell silent.

Dumbledore walked up to a wooden box and he waved his right hand. The box melted away reveling a golden goblet with a blue flame coming out of the top. He then turned to the students and spoke.

"The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before 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."