Argh my bad I uploaded the wrong version, opps! I figured I owed you very patient readers a lot of new material to read- which took me weeks to conjure up. So once again -I'm soo sorry about the long wait. Here we are -the beginning of Triwizard tournament - is about to begin! I hope I nailed Voldemort. Tell me what you think, I love constructive reviews the best. omg this story has 73,335 views. O_O Thanks everyone! Reminder- Everlasting will be translated to Korean!
Previously on Everlasting:
"Yet, here you are working with one of the Horntails." Edward reminded him. Just trying to capture the Horntail was proving to be a problem.
"Yes. I wanted to see one in person. But I now can say that Ridgebacks a tad tamer than Horntails..." Charlie informed him, wincing as the Horntail swung her spiked tail at one of the poor saps that were too near her and weren't paying attention. And as a result, the pipes that held her down more, and the dragon was loose. "A lot tamer." Charlie repeated as he went to help the poor wizard that got hurt by the tail.
"Duck!" Charlie suddenly yelled.
Fire raced through the surrounding forest...
Edward tried to conserve his alchemic powers, after all, even though he couldn't use that much, he still didn't want to die because of a damn mythical creature that shouldn't be even alive...in his mind.
"Crap." Edward repeated when the Horntail continued to wreck havoc.
Chapter 27: Dangerous Games
"It's all fun and games 'till someone loses an eye, then it's just fun you can't see." -James Hetfield
In Little Hangleton, England an elderly Frank Bryce sighed at the dimming light of the candle. The years passed by slowly for him ever since he was accused of murdering the Riddles. He scowled at the old newspaper from 1943.
Frank Bryce accused of murder in the Riddle case!
Frank narrowed his eyes when he noticed the light shining through the mansion that was near his little cottage house. He glanced at the spare key hanging near door way and grabbed it.
Blasted kids. Even at night they couldn't stop messin' around. Slowly he trekked up the hills, ignoring the pain from his leg, and the graves of the Riddles. He reached into his pocket and turned the key to open the door of the mansion.
He slowly walked up the stairs as he noticed voices.
"Those simpleminded fools think they are safe. The Order, the Ministry alike. They know nothing, nothing. All those fools believing that they safe, are just caught up in a illusion that was cast by those blinded fools that believe they are safe from us. However, let's remind them all, that they are farther from the truth, shall we?"
"Remind them, M'Lord?" a weak reply.
"That they are not safe from us, you incompetent fool!" A voice hissed.
"In light of that thought. After the Quidditch World Cup ends..."
"We shall commence the attack, of course, M'Lord." A new voice responded.
"Indeed, Wormtail."
A sudden shift and a hiss, and the conversation abruptly ended.
Bryce leaned in closure to the doorway and, perked his eyebrow at the harsh low tone he heard earlier,"Nagini has news, Wormtail."
Stuttering, "In-indeed, my Lord?"
Voldemort chucked in amusement, "Indeed, yes. According to Nagini, there is an old Muggle standing right outside this room, listening to every word we say, you fool."
A squawk, "I'm s-sorry, m'Lord!"
Frank frowned, 'Lord?'
"Why don't you enter?"
"Ah, the Muggle gardner, Mr. Bryce, wasn't it? The one that took care of my family estate? The one that let them be murdered in the first place?" The man hissed.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Now, why should I introduce myself to a Muggle such as you?"
"How dare you-."
"Such a shame, that I must kill you." He cackled.
He frowned, "Kill me? Is that right? Well 'Lord', was it? Well, I don't think much of your manners, "My Lord". Why don't you turn 'round and face me like a man, why don't you?"
Frank stared in horror at the deformed body that he saw, and dropped his light.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The last thing that Frank saw was a brilliant flash of green light and knew no more.
Edward Elric decided that he had enough of dangerous dragons and estranged wizards and their idea of 'tasks'. One pissed off Horntail had been bad enough, but him dealing with the two other dragons was deliberate attempt on his life or so he believed. Never-mind the fact that he had agreed to the said tasks.
He knew Snape was smug about it by the slight twitch of lips when he saw his disheveled form when he returned from his espionage. After Edward officially dubbed that bastard, Bastard the II, Mustang being the lucky Bastard the I.
He scowled. Bastards the lot of them. As if he hadn't helped with the Triwizard tournament enough. Dumbledore had kindly asked him if he could create a complex goblet. Like using his Alchemy so freely was something he could just do. He had to remind Dumbledore he couldn't just ebb his power away for simple tasks such as those.
Not that he could just say that with out revealing anything comprising; such as coming from entirely different world, were Alchemy still exists like magic does.
Apparently they wanted it to help the selection of the unlucky students to be chosen to participate in the games. And so that is how he found himself in the presence of the members of the panel that were in charge of the TriWizard Tournament.
Edward closed his eyes, and ignored the presence of the others, and as he clapped his hands he envisioned the goblet in his mind. The tingling familiar blue lighting of his alchemy illuminated the dimmed room, and as he heard the gasps of the wizards he smirked. He knew this was the first time they had ever seen alchemy. Idly he watched the goblet form from the ground up. He hadn't made something like this in a long time. He opened his eyes as he saw the material called hewn. The design was stunning as it was complicated. He smirked when he looked at it.
While the stand of the goblet itself was not something to look at the goblet was another thing. He carefully crafted the goblet's handle bars on each sides to look like branches of top of it looked like olive trees. Once done, he noticed the wizards mutter other spells.
"That was incredible, it looks like it was made by Goblins."
Edward blinked at the one of the wizards from the panel that stood near him and turned his head, "Excuse me?"
The elderly man wore a plain brown over coat with a white shirt along with brown pants, the man and looked amused as he continued to speak to him.
"I'll have you know, Professor, most wizarding crafters would consider that a compliment. Then again most wouldn't, either." He laughed at the professors confused look.
"Most Wizarding crafters are insulted if they are compared goblins you know."
Edward blinked and nodded, "I would agree with the later. What's your name?" Ed arched his eyebrow at the gentlemen. "Theodor Perwett, Professor Elric."
"Incredible," Perwett whispered once more, and then he glanced at him and muttered, "Well all that's left is to inform the others that everything is ready for the tournament."
He idly wondered if he should watch the Quidditch World Cup at Dumbledore's expense.
Harry Potter was bored in his room 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. The only escapes that he had were small, and he often found himself savoring cooking that the Weasleys decided to send to him. But he knew he wouldn't be freed from his 'prison' until the Weasleys themselves arrived to pick him up for the rest of the summer. For Harry it was a dream come true. Because most summers were like hell on earth. His cousins always taunted him along with his lackeys. Making him miserable.
So with that in mind, he was giddy with excitement, as he knew the day came closer to the anticipated Quidditch World Cup.
It was Monday when his dreadful Uncle Vernon asked him, "So when are those creepy friends of yours coming?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at his uncle and replied with hope. "Soon."
He thought, 'Very soon. I hope.'
'Soon' came quicker than he thought. By the afternoon he answered the door to a very pleased with himself Arnold Weasley.
"Ah! Harry! So good to see lad! You know I took to your suggestion about using the Muggle's transportation called the railway...absolutely fascinating. The-"
A cough from his Uncle Vernon brought Mr. Weasley's fascination of Muggle transportation to a halt.
"Right. I presume you're the Muggle, Vernon Dursley, Harry's Uncle? I am honored to meet you, good sir."
"Indeed." Vernon bluntly replied.
"Now, Harry do you have everything packed?"
"Yeah, I just need to go ahead and grab it so we can leave."
Arthur nodded, "I will be down here having a few... words."
Harry nodded and grinned at the awkward situation and promptly left to grab his belongings. He was all too eager to leave this prison of his.
"All set?"
Harry idly noticed the flushed look of his uncle and whispered to Mr. Weasley, "What exactly did you say to him?"
"A few parting words, from myself. Nothing to worry about."
Harry nodded in reply, and as he left he heard, "Good riddance."
"Harry, grab this."
Harry stared at it. It was a distinctly made Weasley scarf. He glanced up at Mr. Weasley, who explained, "It's called a portkey; it let's you travel quickly like Apparition, but legally of course. We can't have you facing an inquiry for 'misuse of magic' now can we?" Mr. Weasley explained quickly once they were outside. Harry touched the scarf awkwardly, and then felt the world around him swirl all too quickly, and then suddenly the world stilled. To his surprise, he found himself staring at the Burrow and they were met with all the smiling faces (of the Weasleys. Much to his own surprise, Hermione was there as well.
"Hiya Harry!" Ginny smiled at him.
"Nice to see ya mate. You been getting our letters? Mom's wanted to make sure your cousins weren't starving you." Ron grinned at him.
At the mention of the cakes Harry grinned, "They were great, thanks mate."
In the few days they were there Harry enjoyed playing Quidditch, hunting down gnomes, as they did in their second year of Hogwarts. Soon enough the day of Quidditch World Cup was upon them.
"Up! Get up!" Yelled Mrs. Weasley. Harry groaned. "You'll be late!"
"Got everything ready?"
Harry, Ron, Hermione, George, Fred, and Ginny nodded.
"Right then, let's go, or we'll be late!"
Quickly as possible they followed Mr. Weasley to their destination before seeing a familiar face, and one unfamiliar one.
Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff, and his father Amos Diggory by the similarity.
"Good morning, Amos!"
"Good Morning Arthur, fancying seeing you here!"
Harry blinked at the familiar-looking Hufflepuff Seeker player from last year.
"Cedric?"
"Oh, nice to see you Harry."
"Right, off you lot go."
"Ready to see some pro Quidditch?" Fred asked.
All Harry could reply was, "Who isn't?"
Fred laughed, Too True."
As the climbed the last leg of their hike, he noticed that the others were surrounded by a old shoe. He suddenly realized how they were going to travel to the World Cup; a portkey.
'Not again.' He thought with disdain.
"Harry touch it!"
"Erm sorry."
"Just touch the shoe Harry, it is a portkey."
"Right."
Suddenly, like the first time he remembered, the world began to swirl and magically they were there. Tents of all colors were up, many tents were colored Red for the Bulgaria, and the rest green for the Irish. Harry grinned. This was going to be the best summer ever. No more annoying cousins. No scolding looks from his Aunt and Uncle, either.
"Harry!"
Harry startled at Hermione's voice, and already the group had begun to move.
All right Let's go find our tent! Weasleys, follow me!"
The Diggory's departed from them, waving good-bye.
"See you around, Cedric!"
"You too, Potter!"
"This is so exciting -wait, is that a Hippogriff?" Harry heard Ginny ask Hermione.
"Ginny, why someone would fly a Hippogriff?"
Ron shook his head as he reminded Hermione, "Professor Elric would -remember the other year?"
Harry blanched at the mention of infamous Stormswift, Professor Elric's Hippogriff. He wouldn't ever forget the mad test. It took weeks before rumors died down.
"It was just for the test, Ronald!"
"So you say!"
"He wouldn't use a Hippogriff for transportation! That would be a dreadful idea for a transportation since Hippogriffs have a tendency to lead their riders off course, and since they're prideful creatures, it's also well known that they buck off their riders in midair-" Hermione began to inform Ron with an eye roll.
"So... what about Harry and Snuffles?" Hermione paused as she remembered third year and Hagrid's Hippogriff, Buckbeak.
"That was different, it was just a short distance."
"But still, Professor Elric-"
"He wouldn't fly all the way here. That would be mad."
Harry shook his head; of course that man wouldn't do such a thing.
Flying over the Quidditch World Cup Edward Elric shivered, despite wearing his old red jacket, and sneezed, "Someone must be speaking highly of me."
"Right, here we are!"
Before Stormswift landed he sharply swerved the other direction.
Edward yelled in frustration, "No, you blasted Hippogriff! Fly the other way, damn you! Otherwise no more damn ferrets!"
At the threat of no ferrets, Stormswift finally conceded to flying the right direction for his master, flying past the tents and other flyers that were waving at them for some reason.
Just for the ferrets, he will let his master believe that he will listen to him.
Distracted about ferrets, Stormswift soon forgot about his surroundings and found himself declining at a fast rate, too close to where the stadium was standing.
In his peripheral vision for some reason Harry thought he saw a spot of gold hair and a red jacket, on top of a Hippogriff.
Harry also could've sworn he heard a screech of "-fly the other way, damn you! Otherwise no more ferrets!"
Strange. He could've sworn he knew that voice from afar. But Harry was doubtful, he didn't know anyone that crazy.
Like Hermione said, it was unlikely that anyone would fly here on a Hippogriff. He shook his head and then suddenly glanced at the old tent that was before him. Considering how many of them they were, how on earth were they supposed to fit in a small tent like that?
"Come on, Harry!" Ron pulled at him to enter the small tent. But as Harry entered he noticed that, despite it's small size outside, it was huge inside. He never saw anything like it.
"Now, I borrowed this tent from a good chap, Mr. Perkins-" Mr. Weasley proudly whispered to him.
After dusk the Quidditch game had commenced they quickly went up to the stadium. As he walked up the stadium Harry began to notice the debris, a crowd, and a familiar face; a sheepish-looking Professor Elric.
"Well, there you are! Rumor has it you flew in on a Hippogriff!" The Minister of Magic, Ludo Bagman, laughed. Harry blinked at the Professor Elric standing at one of the stairways.
"I hope you aren't referring to my grand entrance? If it's any consolation, I didn't have any control..."
"It was very hard not to, I am afraid Professor you made some of the engineers angry, after all building this stadium took a year to do!"
"I apologize... I can fix it."
The Minister just laughed, "Don't worry about it, it can't get any worse than it is. Besides, we were going to tear this stadium down after the games any way. If anything, you've already helped the process."
"It was completely un-intentional, Minister, it was Stormswift's fault."
"Which subsequently makes it your fault. How is the poor creature?"
"He's all right."
"Shall we proceed then, Professor?"
Harry stared disbelievingly at the Professor's retreat, for beside the start of staircase was a large gapping hole -suspiciously the size of a Hippogriff. Harry idly wondered what in the world had happened to make the Professor, or rather the Hippogriff, crash.
Once Harry and the others had climbed to the very top of the staircase, they saw an amazing view.
"Ladies and gentlemen of all ages, let the 1994 Quidditch World Cup begin!" The prime minister voice boomed throughout the stadium, and the spectators responded with massive cheering, which caused the stadium rumble.
Ireland came out first flying on Firebolts, each player wearing green robes with their names embroidered in silver on the back". To represent their country they casted Leprechaun. Veela were Bulgaria's mascots and they played in robes of scarlet.
Harry grabbed his Omniculars and smiled. This would something he would remember.
Despite Viktor Krum catching the snitch, the Irish won by ten.
"Well Krum is awesome-" once they were settled once more.
"I think you're in love, Ron!" Yelled Fred.
"He wishes, he could.."
"I am not Ginny."
Hermione grinned and then, much to Ron's horror, Fred and George began to sing, "Ickle Ronniekins and Krum sitting in the tree-"
Ron groaned, "Don't sing that awful Muggle song!"
Harry laughed. Nothing bad was going this day.
Little did Harry that in a few hours he would be very wrong.
Screams were heard later that evening.
Ron rolled his eyes, "Those Irish are having too much to drink."
"It's not that! They are being attacked, we must go now!" Mr. Weasley stated with a panicked expression, as he entered the tent breathlessly.
That's when Harry listen more carefully to the sounds of screams, and he realized that those weren't screams of cheer, but rather screams of horror. Harry stared in shock. Quickly he grabbed what he needed, and ran with the others.
In the mayhem he noticed the black coats; Voldemort's followers, the Death Eaters. Panicked yells could be heard.
"It's the Death Eaters!"
"Run! They're here!"
"What the bloody blazes is going on?" Ron said in horror as they saw the tents being torched.
Harry shook his head, "C'mon,let's go."
They ran as quickly as possible so they would not get separated. They ran into Draco Malfoy of all people. "Watch where you going!"
"What are you doing just-"
Draco sneered, "Ah, well if isn't the Mudblood Granger and Weaselbee, just so you know they're after Mudbloods. D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around… They're moving this way, and it would give us all a great laugh."
"Harry scowled at him, "In case you didn't realize Malfoy, Hermione's a witch."
Draco laughed, "Have it your own way, Potter. If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."
"Let's just go!" Ron yelled.
Near by a voice yelled, "Morsmordre!"
Harry whipped around, and noticed something green in the skies above the trees. It was a colossal skull, comprised of what looked like stars, with a enormous serpent emerging from its mouth like a tongue. It danced among the stars in smoke like it belonged there. Harry stared at it with horror. Fear ripped through him as he noticed the Dark Magic in the skies above.
Why did he had a bad feeling about this year?
A few days later Harry found him self not being able to sleep, being plagued by nightmares did that to you. Especially if the nightmares were real. Harry disregarded the newspaper with the headline of, "Terror at the Quidditch World Cup!"
And as he tried to fall asleep he couldn't. For the past few days at the Burrow he was plagued by nightmares. When Harry dreamed he felt like a ghost, as he prodded one of Voldemort's memories. He saw this time though, through the eyes of a Muggle.
"Is that right? Lord, is it? Well, I don't think much of your manners, "My Lord". Turn 'round and face me like a man, why don't you?"
A green flash went throughout the room.
He heard a snarl of, "Avada Kedavra!"
The dream was over and Harry lurched out of bed, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Soon enough September came by once more. The first of the guests were from Beuxbatons Acadmey of Magic from France. The group arrived in a pastel blue coach pulled by twelve huge, winged horses. The carriage door was embossed with the golden coat of arms and opened to reveal golden steps. The horses also were golden-colored with red eyes, which Ed noticed as they flew quickly past the castle.
'This is going to be an exciting year, with the other foreign wizards.'
Later that evening, the traditional beginning of year feast began, after the new first year students were sorted.
"Unfortunately, there will be no Quidditch trials this year-"
Immediately an uproar began.
"Silence!" The headmaster bellowed.
Abruptly a rather strapping looking Argus Flinch, with apparel that was reminiscent of Muggle's tuxedo, entered the Grand Hall. Quickly he rushed to the headmaster and whispered, "They have arrived, and are rather impatient to introduce themselves, headmaster."
"Settle down. Instead of Quidditch, this year at Hogwarts, we are hosting a legendary event; The Triwizard Tournament! Now, for those of you 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. If chosen you stand alone; but more of that later. Now let me introduce you to the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madam Maxime!"
When the doors opened the beautiful ladies of Beauxbatons entered the hall with pride.
"Now our friends of the North; The proud sons of Durmstrang and their High Master, Igor Karkaroff!"
"Now, let's welcome them with our Hogwarts song shall we?"
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."
"The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector ... the Goblet of Fire." Dumbledore.
"The Triwizard Tournament?" murmered Ron.
"Oh, did you know? "Well there once was the case when the Heads of the participating schools are always on the panel, because all three of them were injured during the Tournament of 1792, when a cockatrice the champions were supposed to be catching went on the rampage. It's all in Hogwarts: A History." Hermoine informed Ron.
"I've stated before, and I will say it again, Harry. She is a walking, talking encyclopedia!"
"I heard that, Ronald! Next time you need help for an assignment you can do it yourself." Hermione hissed at him.
Harry snickered at his friends horrified look. "You too, Harry."
"Wait, what did I do?" Harry.
"You didn't say anything."
"Exactly. So why-"
Harry slumped and turned to Ron accusingly, "I sometimes don't understand women."
"Karma." Ron whispered to Harry.
"Eternal glory! That's what awaits the student who wins The Triwizard Tournament, but to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."
"If your name is chosen, there is no turning back. As from this moment... the Triwizard Tournament has begun."
"Now, in less exciting news, as some as you know Professor Lupin has resigned for health reasons. Now in light of that, it is with great honor that I introduce Alastor Moody who is an Ex-Auror, Ministry malconten, And your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"Bloody Hell! Isn't that Mad-Eye Moody?"
Edward raised an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of drenched looking Alastor Moody.
"Who?"
"Alastor Moody. An auror." Seamus added.
"An Auror is a dark wizards catcher! He's one of the most famous ones!"
"Almost half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him." Ron informed him.
Edward glanced at Mad-Eye with a smirk, "Fancy seeing you here. I never pegged you for a teacher."
"I'm not, the bloody Minister thinks I'm getting old and restless. He was adamant that I do something, 'before I do something'. To quote him. Ha! 'Do something' he says. What I should be doing is chasing those damned Death Eaters that attacked the World Cup! Not babysit! Constant Vigilance!" Mad-eye replied.
Edward laughed. "You haven't changed a bit."
"You know I would be boring if I did."
Edward nodded, despite their rocky start, Mad-Eye and him had begun to get along.
"Did you ever find the thing you were looking for?" Mad-Eye gruffly asked him once the feast began.
"No."
"Shame."
"Indeed."
They fell into silence once Dumbledore's speech ended, and the feast began. Unlike the usual feasts of Hogwarts, Ed noticed, the Elves this year had sprung up the foreign food as well.
"Professor, I hope it isn't true that you flew into the stadium at the World Cup." Snape suddenly asked.
Edward winced. "Maybe."
"Stupidity seems to be catching."
Edward rolled his eyes. Then he noticed the crowed of gathering students, once the feast was over. "If you'll excuse me, Snape. I see my old friend is need of assistance."
Snape arched his eyebrow in surprise. Edward navigated through the crowd as he heard whispers of the foreign students mutter, "Look, it's the Harry Potter!"
"Igor."
"Edward Elric. Long time no see."
"I wished it was longer. I haven't seen you since I studied at Drumstrang."
"Indeed, and you haven't changed a day. My old friend, was that lead any good?"
"It wasn't good." Edward shook his head at the mention of that.
Whispers begun when Edward walked past the students, ignoring the shocked gazes at realization that he and Igor had history.
It was a few days later when Edward sat in the Great Hall when he heard triumphant yells. As the door swung two infamous Weasleys twins pranced with glee.
"Ah Ladies and Gentlemen, we have good news-!"
"See here, in this little bottle-?" George Weasley held a small bottle up in the air to show the gathered students.
"-This will let us bypass Dumbledore's age limit!"
"Really? I highly doubt it, if the headmaster drew the line." Hermione Granger stated matter-of-factly.
"Ready, George?"
"Ready Fred."
Chants of "Chug!, Chug!" began as the Weasley twin began drink the liquified potion.
Edward Elric sighed at the Weasley's antics, and rolled his eyes knowing whatever they were about to attempt wasn't going to work. Wizards under seventeen were banned from joining the tournament, but George and Fred Weasley would not let that dampen their quest"
He blinked once as the Weasley's hopped over the age limit line drawn by Dumbledore. He chuckled once at the cheering.
'It's a little too early to be celebrating…' He mused to himself.
Grinning, he watched the two place two slips of paper in the Goblet of Fire.
One.
Two.
Three.
Suddenly the Goblet of Fire burst into flames and then blasted the two Weasley twins out of circle. He rolled his eyes when he saw the twins sprouted gray hairs at an very alarmingly rate.
"Well.. at least we know the culprits." He was amused when both of the twins began to grow excessive white hair.
"You said-"
"No, you said it would work!"
"I never said such a thing!"
"Fight! Fight!" The surrounding students had surrounded the twins and cheered them on much to his dismay.
"Professor Elric." Fred muttered.
"Clearly this wasn't one of your better attempts at trying to break the rules(,) was it?"
They shook their heads in shame.
"Thought not." He swiftly left the room with amused glances, once he left he heard the shout matches again.
"I told you it wouldn't work!"
"You said it would, you liar! This was your fault!"
Eventually Fred and George's attempt to breach the rules, discouraged those attempting to join the tournament. Many had not wanted to grow beards early. It was near midnight two weeks from the start of the feast when the drawing was to begin. Harry was excited, as was the rest of student body.
"We've all waited for this moment! The choosing of the participants for the TriWizard Tournament."
Loud cheering could be heard, and hollering. Dumbledore strode over to the Goblet of Fire, and waved his hand, and as he did the Goblet spat out a bit of a parchment paper.
"Silence! Now the first contested is Victor Krum for Drumstrang!"
Dumbledore let the cheering settle before waving his hand once more ,as he did before, "Next shall be Fleur Delacour for the Beuxbatons Academy of Magic!"
"And for the final contested for Hogwarts shall be Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff!"
Abruptly the Goblet spat out a fourth parchment, and perplexed, Dumbledore called out the name, "Harry Potter!"
A sudden hush fell through out the room, Harry gulped as he noticed all the accusing eyes of the room on him.
Immediately Dumbledore was surrounded by Madame Maxeme, Master Karoff, and the Minister of Magic himself.
"He's under age-!"
"Preposterous, are you saying he cheated?! Dumbledore drew an age limit!"
"It is absurd that a underage wizard should participate! If you ask me, the boy wanted more glory. After all, he is the Golden boy-" Igor snarled.
"That's preposterous coming from you, Igor! Your chosen was Krum!"
"Silence!" Dumbledore yelled, "What's done is done. The Goblet, despite it's integrated design, chose Harry Potter to participate. So we have no choice but to let him do so. "
"I suppose that settles it. Now shall we begin the festivities?"
AN: Damn I think I just wrote an epic chapter- which is good considering I have been writers block for a few months! What do you think? Did you like how I have Voldemort written? Let me know.
So anyways who's happy that this story is back after months of waiting? Reviews are awesome. So see you next time. I promise that I won't make you wait for months for the next chapter. As stated: Everlasting will be Translated to Korean; starting this week (maybe? or next week)!