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Here is chapter 6. Thanks to my reviewers MissBubblyJayy and Phoenix Feather Queens. And I don't really know what the great hall looks like when they're choosing the champions. You never get a clear shot so the description is what I think it looks like. Enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 6:
The three-wait four Champions? When did this Happen?
"Do I have to explain it again?" I asked.
"No, I think I've got it," Cedric replied. I was trying to explain Muggle stuff to him. You see, even though my mom knows about Hogwarts and Diagon Alley and stuff like that, her side of the family doesn't have a clue. As far as they're concerned, I go to an all girl boarding school so I reaped the rewards of both Muggle life and wizard life.
"Good, cause I'm not explaining it again." I said as we turned a corner and walked towards the great hall. So we've been spending more time together, so what?
"But I thought you asked me if-"
"Doesn't matter, I wouldn't have explained it again anyways." I said as we walked into the great hall. Today was the day that they chose the champions for the Triwizard Tournament. I was really hoping that Cedric's name didn't come out of that goblet because, even though he does annoy me sometimes, I guess I kind of do care for him. The room had a blue glow to it from the goblet which sat in the middle of the room. Cedric and I sat across from each other at the Hufflepuff table. There were the four house tables on one end of the room and some benches on the other side for those who couldn't get a seat on one of the tables. The great hall slowly filled up with more and more people and it soon got louder. Cedric's friends joined us and I was excluded from the conversation. Oh well, that was to be expected. His friends didn't really like me. I didn't really mind much. I wasn't their biggest fan either, especially the blonde girl who worshiped Cedric like a god. It was quite obvious that she liked him and it had started bugging me recently for some odd reason.
A very excited first year took a seat beside me and started jabbering about how excited he was about whom the champions would be and just the Tournament in general.
"I'm so excited, I can't wait to find out who the champions are going to be, aren't you excited?"
"Ecstatic," I said, unenthusiastically.
"I wish I knew someone who put their name in the goblet; do you know someone who put their name in the goblet?"
"Yup," there was no point in lying.
"Well, of course you would, your seventeen I bet you know lot's of seventeen year olds who put their names in the goblet…" I shot a pleading look at Cedric who look somewhat amused.
'Help me,' I mouthed as the first year chatted away. Cedric smile and nodded. He opened his mouth to start a conversation but then Blondie pulled him into another conversation. I pouted and glared at the blonde. She just gave me more reason to hate her. And no, I don't know her name. Don't really care either.
"Now the moment you've all been waiting for," Dumbledore called out, catching everyone's attention. "The champion selection," I crossed my fingers under the table. I really didn't want Cedric to be chosen. Dumbledore threw his hand up and moved it around the room to the goblet. He walked up to the goblet and put his hand on it before backing away. Okay, I've got to be honest. Dumbledore was very smart and a great head master but that was really…weird. The flame turned read, shrunk a little and spout out a piece of parchment. Dumbledore caught it and read out the name. "The Durmstrang champion is…" he paused for effect. "Victor Krum!" Well, duh, he's the world's best seeker who seemed too young to be on the Bulgarian Quidditch team. He shook hands with Dumbledore and walked to the room behind the staff table. The goblet spit another name out. This parchment was fancier then Krum's. I wasn't sure if I'd call it parchment though. It looked like those things the Muggles used to make coffee. I had no idea what it was called because I didn't drink coffee. "The Beauxbatons champion is…Fleur Delacour." You mean that French chick with the long, straight, beautiful blonde hair and the flawless face? In my eyes, she was the most girly of them all. It didn't make sense. She walked up to Dumbledore and shook his hand before heading to the same room Victor did. That left one more champion, the Hogwarts champion. I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Please not Cedric, please not Cedric," I whispered under my breath. I felt a hand squeeze mine under the table. Tingles ran up my spine. I quickly uncrossed my fingers and opened my eyes. Cedric smiled at me and squeezed my hand again. I smiled reassuringly back and squeezed his hand. I looked back at the goblet as another name came out. Dumbledore caught it.
"The Hogwarts champion is…" not Cedric, not Cedric, not Cedric. "Cedric Diggory!" What?! No! His hand let go of mine and I grabbed at the space where it should've been but came out with nothing. He was already walking away. I sighed before clapping as he made his way over to Dumbledore and did the same thing as the other two. "Excellent! We now have our three champions but in the end, only one will hoist this chalice of champions," Barty Crouch was walking behind the staff table carrying something that a cloth draped over it. He placed it in the center of the table. "This vessel of victory," okay, okay get on with it! It reminded me of some of the shows my Muggle cousins watched where the character just won't shut up! "The Triwizard Cup!" Dumbledore pointed to the covered object. The cloth flew off to reveal a trophy with glowing glass walls in the cup part and handles shaped like serpents with vines wrapping around them. It truly was beautiful. Applause rang out through the great hall. Snape seemed very intent on something and I followed his gaze whilst clapping. The flame in the goblet looked like it did when Fred and George put their names in. The flame changed from blue to red and another name came flying out. This didn't make any sense. There were only supposed to be three champions! Hence the name TRIwizard Tournament. Dumbledore caught it like the other three and read the name.
"Harry Potter," what? Harry was too young. I even remembered when he first came to school and the little debate he had had with the sorting hat and the whole immortal stone, dark lord living under the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher turbin ordeal. That wasn't more then four years ago. Four! "Harry Potter," Dumbledore called again. No one moved. "Harry Potter!" Dumbledore yelled. I backed up a bit. I had never seen Dumbledore angry, or heard him yell like that before. It scared me. Harry finally walked up to Dumbledore. Dumbledore handed him the piece of parchment and sent Harry in the direction of the other three. I stared after him. Was Dumbledore actually going to let Harry compete? He was only fourteen! I pondered this as Dumbledore dismissed us to our common rooms. He couldn't let him compete…could he?
Hufflepuff Common Room:
"He's going to make him compete?!" I exclaimed. Cedric and I had finally gotten a moment alone since he arrived in the common room. The rest of the Hufflepuff house had decided to throw a celebration in honor of Cedric being in the Triwizard Tournament. We had been talking about Harry's name coming out of the goblet and Cedric had just told me about what Mr. Crouch had said about Harry competing.
"That's just what Crouch said. It's all up to Dumbledore now," Cedric said.
"But Harry's only fourteen," I said.
"Exactly, so how did he get his name in the goblet?"
"I don't know, maybe someone decided that it would be a funny prank."
"Oh yeah, hilarious," Cedric seemed very ticked off at Harry being entered in the Triwizard Tournament. I didn't know why. I was just worried, about both of them. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I yawned.
"I'm going to go to bed." I announced. He only nodded, his eyes trained on the fire. I bit my lip. "Congratulations," I said, squeezing his hand. He squeezed back, sending tingles running through my whole body. What was up with that?! "Good night," I got up and started to walk away but his hand didn't let go of mine. I looked back at him. He was still staring intently at the flame. "Cedric,"
"Yeah?" He finally looked away from the flame and at me.
"You can let go of my hand now,"
"Oh, sorry," his hand dropped mine but that tingly feeling still remind I turned and started towards the dormitories. What was with that tingly feeling when he squeezed my hand? That had happened every time we had physical contact, which is more then you think. I turned to look at him one more time but I couldn't see him. He was surrounded by his friends. I sighed before turning and heading into the seventh year girls dormitories. Maybe this feeling will pass, in due time.
Kind of a short chapter but also kind of necessary-because of the Cedric/Chloe moments mostly, and of course the champion selection. Anyhow, hoped you enjoyed it! R&R!