AN: No warnings for this chapter, not much happened, but I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 23: The Surprise Champion
After Loki walked Harry and his friends to Gryffindor Tower, she went straight back to the Great Hall, sat on a bench at the Gryffindor table, made her book on the wizard government appear, and started reading, Dumbledore would not be putting up the age line until early tomorrow and had asked Loki to keep an eye on the Goblet of Fire, and she agreed, it touched her a bit that Dumbledore would ask her, showed he was beginning to trust her, and since Dumbledore would be on Harry's side if Voldemort came back, and would be one of the most powerful wizards against him, that is a trust Loki will not purposely betray. Loki says he is one of the most powerful because Loki is more powerful than him and if Sirius kept developing his telepathic abilities as quickly as he was, and he was always a gifted wizard and the mind stone boosted his magic a little, too. It was likely Sirius would soon pass Dumbledore on power levels, which was good, just in case Dumbledore turned out to be someone they couldn't trust. Though Loki didn't think that would happen, you can never be sure about anyone.
Speaking of Sirius, Loki wished he would hurry and get his butt back here; Harry was going to drive her nuts with his constant asking if she had heard from him and his constant worry, the kid had grown a little closer to Sirius than he was to Loki, and he would be devastated if something happened to him, so, would Loki, the only difference Harry would mourn like a norm kid mourning the death of a loved one, Loki would seek out whoever hurt him, and kill them, without a second thought, Harry and Sirius are the only two people Loki gives a damn about, and no one, is going take her family from her, they'll get nothing but hell if they tried.
Loki signed and looked up at the goblet. The blue flames reminded her of the tesseract, she had briefly considered offering to allow Sirius to use it, but two things stopped her, one, she had been worried if it would affect him the same way the scepter did, and two, Sirius didn't know anything about it if he had to use it for a quick getaway, he could end up anywhere in the galaxy. So, he'd have to rely on apparations; Loki wished she had forced him to tell her where he was going, she had fought off the urge to stick her hand to his forehead and read his mind, but that would have made him mad. Loki didn't want to risk losing any of the trust she had gained back from Sirius, so she let it go. Hopefully, that hadn't been a mistake, and tomorrow was Halloween, and he better show up as promised. She missed the fool.
Halloween fell on a Thursday, but because of the start of the tournament tonight during the Halloween feast, Dumbledore canceled classes for both Thursday and Friday, but that didn't stop a lot of the students from getting up early and coming into the Great Hall to see who put their names in the goblet instead of choosing to sleep in. Dumbledore had shown up at four o'clock to do the age line and ask Loki how everything was going. At six o'clock, a few Durmstrang students showed up to drop their names in, and Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff. At seven o'clock, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came stumbling into the Great Hall and joined Loki at the Gryffindor table. Loki smiled at Harry, still wearing her hat. He looked adorable in it. And Loki was secretly pleased that Harry had asked for when he was sick the other night.
"Anyone put their name in yet?" Ron asked, sitting on Loki's other side.
"Some of the Durmstrang students," Loki replied. "And Cedric Diggory."
"Ugh, not Diggory, that dumb bloke Hogwarts champion, no way," Ron said.
"You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch." Hermione said.
"If I entered, I would have done it last night, and I wouldn't want anyone watching," Harry said. "So, if I didn't get picked no one would know, it would be a little embarrassing to know a cup didn't think you were good enough."
"True," Loki chuckled, "and once the goblet was lit last night, any student seventeen and up were within their right to enter, but if they did, it would have been when I was walking you three to your dorm because I came straight back here afterward and have been sitting here ever since," Loki explained.
"But you're wearing different clothes," Hermione said. She was sitting on Harry's other side and had picked up Loki's book, looking through it.
"Magic, Hermione, magic," Loki said.
Someone laughed, and Loki looked toward the entrance and saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying into the Hall, all three looking extremely excited.
"Done it," Fred said. "Just taken it."
"What?" said Ron.
"The Aging Potion, dung brains," Fred explained.
"One drop each," said George, rubbing his hands together with glee. "We only need to be a few months older."
"And you call me dung brains." Ron snorted, "You're the one who told on yourself in front of a teacher." he used his thumb to point at Loki, who smiled and waved, the three sixteen-year-olds paled, but then Fred grinned.
"But she's not like the other professors; she's cool," Fred said, "You won't stop us, right?"
Loki waved her hand toward the goblet. "You may try if you like."
"Excellent, not only beautiful, but also likes a little mischief," George said. "I knew there was a reason you were my favorite professor."
"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know," Hermione warned. "I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this." Fred, George, and Lee ignored her.
"Ready?" Fred said to the other two, quivering with excitement. "then, I'll go first."
Loki watched as Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket bearing the words Fred Weasley, Hogwarts. Fred walked right up to the edge of the line and stood there as if trying to work up the nerve to cross it.
"You really aren't going to stop them?" Hermione asked Loki.
"If I thought that had any chance of working, I would have," Loki said, "But as you said, Dumbledore thought of Aging Potion. Don't worry, when it backfires, they won't get hurt, but sometimes you have to let someone make a fool of themselves before they learn to listen."
Fred took a deep breath, then stepped one leg over the golden age line, paused, then, after nothing happened, put his other foot over it, and then cheered; George let out a yell of triumph and leaped after Fred, but the next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle and landed on their backs, only about two feet from the Great Hall's entrance and both of them now had identical long white beards. The Great Hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in once they had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.
"Did you know that would happen?" Ron asked, laughing.
"I did not, but I knew whatever happened would be entertaining," Loki replied, smiling; she'll have to remember to show Sirius the memory of this.
"I did warn you," said a deep, amused voice, and Dumbledore appeared in the doorway. "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfroy. She'll fix you up." Dumbledore turned and left the room. Fred and George set off for the hospital wing, accompanied by Lee, who was howling with laughter. Still smiling, Ron turned around at the table to eat breakfast. By now, the Gryffindor table was filling up with students. Loki stood and began walking around the hall.
Loki stood not far from the goblet when Angelina Johnson walked into the Hall, up to it, and slipped a piece of parchment in, then went over to the Gryffindor table as they cheered her on. The cheering in the Hall died down as Madame Maxime entered the room, her students right behind her. One by one, the Beauxbatons students stepped across the age line and dropped their slips of parchment into the blue-white flames. The last one to drop her name in was a girl with long silvery blonde hair and deep blue eyes. From Loki's instant dislike, she was sure she was at least part veela.
She wasn't the only one Loki took a dislike to. About ten minutes after the Beauxbaton students dropped their names in, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff walked in side by side and went up to the age line, where Pietro paused as Wanda stepped over it and dropped her name in.
"How do you think they are related?" Harry asked Hermione. Loki looked their way and frowned at the way Harry looked at the Durmstrang girl. She hoped her son wasn't developing a crush on Wanda Maximoff. Not only was Wanda too old for him, but something about her didn't sit right with Loki. She had too much power coming from her, and it felt unnatural.
"Siblings, most likely," Hermione answered.
"They are twins," Fred said; he and George were back and beard free, and they sat down next to Hermione, and Lee sat next to them.
"How do you know?" Harry asked, frowning at Fred.
"We can just tell," George answered.
"As twins ourselves," Fred said, "We can tell when others our twins, even if they don't look alike, The Maximoffs aren't identical like George and me."
"Obviously, but they are still twins," George said, "Look how close they are."
Loki looked toward the Maximoff siblings and watched them leave the Great Hall, thinking Fred and George had a point, they did seem closer than regular siblings, and even though Pietro didn't drop his name in the goblet, they looked the same age.
A few minutes after the discussion about the Maximoffs, Hermione, Ron, and Harry left the Great Hall to visit Hagrid, and Loki stayed behind, guarding the Goblet of Fire, Loki would see Harry and his friends once more before the feast when they came in for lunch and then left after eating Hermione decided to go to the library, and Ron and Harry were going to their common room to hang out, Ron had said something about playing chess. Not long after lunch Hagrid strolled in and began to decorate for tonight's event; out of boredom, Loki offered to help. Together she and Hagrid had the Great Hall decorated in half the time.
Finally, after spending all night and day in the Great Hall, it was time for the Halloween feast. Loki magically changed into something a little nicer, choosing a black jumpsuit that had a sparkly green snake wrapped around one leg, and decided to wear her green cape, her hair styled like last night, except this time she had on her witch hat. When the Great hall began to fill up, Loki took a seat at the head table. Loki waved at Harry when he looked her way, then shook her head, knowing he was asking if Sirius had arrived. If it weren't for Harry, Loki would search for him, but she wasn't going to leave her son without protection when there were dozens of strangers in the castle.
The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Everyone in the Hall kept constantly craning their necks to look at the goblet or Dumbledore with impatient expressions on their face, and there was also a lot of students fidgeting in their seats, their meal going mostly in touch. Even Loki was beginning to grow impatient; she just wanted this day to finally end, so, she could leave the Great Hall.
At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Schmidt looked emotionless and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr. Crouch, however, seemed entirely uninterested, almost as bored as Loki felt.
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," Dumbledore said. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when I call the champion's names, I would ask them to please come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber." he indicated the door behind the staff table. "where they will be receiving their first instructions."
He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the Hall. Everyone watched, waiting. A few people kept checking their watches.
"Any second," Flitwick said, sounding as excited as the students.
The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red. Sparks began to fly from it. The next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it, and the whole room gasped. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read in a strong, clear voice, "will be Wanda Maximoff."
"Go, Sis," Pietro cheered, getting to his feet and clapping, as Wanda walked up to the head table, walked along it, nodded at Schmidt, who gave a nod back, smile slightly, then disappeared through the door into the next chamber. The clapping and chatting died down. Everyone's attention returned to the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red again. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," Dumbledore announced. "is Fleur Delacour!"
Fleur Delacour was the part Veela Loki saw putting her name in the goblet that morning. When her name was called out, two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms, Loki rolled her eyes at them as Fleur Delacour vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, and the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip, Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory."
"No!" Ron called loudly, and Loki chuckled as the Hufflepuffs glared his way, pausing in their cheering to do so. Ron just glared right back. Cedric didn't care about his outburst, though; grinning, he headed toward the chamber behind the teacher's table.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real — "
Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him. The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment Loki's heart snuck, having a bad feeling about this.
Automatically, Dumbledore reached out and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore, who after a long moment glanced at Loki before turning back to the students and reading out.
"Harry Potter."
The silence in the Hall was deafening until Pietro Maximoff stood, smiling; he said.
"I bet you didn't see that coming." Everyone looked at him as he sat back down, now laughing, which brought Loki out of her shock.
"No," Loki yelled, jumping to her feet; then she walked around the table and up to Dumbledore. "You better say you either read that wrong, or you're joking."
"It's what the parchment says," Dumbledore said as Loki snatched it from his hands, she frowned at her son's name written in unfamiliar handwriting. Dumbledore turned toward Harry. "Harry, if you please, go to the side chamber."
"No, Harry, do not," Loki ordered. Dumbledore turned back to her. "I do not care about the tournament rules, Dumbledore, my son is not competing."
"Professor Ikol out here is not the place to discuss this," Dumbledore warns, then looks back at Harry, whose face was now red, with embarrassment, as he looked between Dumbledore and Loki, standing by the Gryffindor Table, not knowing if he should go in the side chamber or stay here. "Harry, go in the side chamber, please."
"No, Harry, do not," Loki said. "You are not going to be in this tournament."
"Professor, I am the Headmaster of this school; Harry Potter is my student," Dumbledore said, "I asked Harry to the side chambers so we can get this sorted out."
"There is nothing to sort out. I say Harry isn't in this tournament," Loki said, "His handwriting isn't even on this piece of parchment; he did not enter his name."
"No matter." Crouch spoke up, "He will still have to compete -" Crouch went silent at the look Loki gave him, then turned back to Dumbledore.
"You might be his Headmaster, but I am his Moth-"
"For Merlin's sake." McGonagall cried out, cutting off Loki. "You two are confusing the poor boy." She walked over and put her hands on Harry's shoulder, and stirred him toward the chambers behind the head table. Loki glared at Dumbledore once more before turning and following after her son; she was so angry magic had started flowing from her fingers, and she left glowing green footprints behind.
Loki entered the side chamber and noticed Harry frowning at someone, and when she looked at where he was looking, she felt a little bad for him; Wanda Maximoff and Cedric Diggory were standing a little close together, talking with smiles on their face, as they stood in front of the fireplace. Loki walked over to Harry to see if he was alright, but before Loki could ask, Fleur noticed them and turned to Harry.
"What is it?" Fleur asked. "Do they want us back in the Hall?"
Loki narrowed her eyes at her; how dare the brat think her son was some messenger? He was royalty, not only on Asgard and Jotunheim, but considering what family his father came from, he was particularly royalty in the wizarding world. And that's not even counting the fact that Harry is famous himself.
There was a sound of hurrying feet behind them, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward.
"Extraordinary." he muttered, squeezing Harry's arm. Before Loki could intervene, Harry jerked away from Bagman and returned to where she was. That did nothing to change Bagman's excited mood.
"Extraordinary, Gentlemen... lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. "May I introduce, incredible though it may seem, the fourth Triwizard champion?"
There was a silence that followed that announcement. The champions all looked at one another, confused, and then Fleur turned back to Bagman.
"Funny joke, Mr. Bagman," Fleur said.
"Joke?" Bagman said. "No, no, not at all! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"
Cedric looked bewildered, and Fleur narrowed her eyes. Wanda didn't seem bothered by the news.
"But there has to be a mistake," Fleur said, "he cannot compete. He is too young."
"Well, it is amazing," Bagman said, rubbing his chin and smiling at Harry., which caused Loki's anger to flare. "But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the goblet. I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage. It's down in the rules, and you're obliged. Harry will have to do the best he."
"He is not competing. I already said this." Loki said; everyone turned to her.
"Surely, Bagman, there is some way to get Harry out of this," McGonagall said.
The door behind them opened again, and a group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Mad-Eye Moody, Snape, Sprout, Madam Maxime, and Schmidt.
"What is going on," Fleur demanded, walking up to Madam Maxime, "They are saying this little boy is to compete."
"Actually, I said he wasn't," Loki said. "And I think you should watch how you speak about him."
"Are you threatening my student?" Madam Maxime demanded.
"Oh, just stating a fact," Loki said. The two glared at each other.
"Ladies, fighting isn't going to help," Dumbledore said, and Madam Maxine turned to him.
"What is the meaning of this, Dumbledore?" Madam Maxime demanded. "How could a fourth name come out of the goblet?"
"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," Professor Schmidt said. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions, or have I not read the rules carefully enough?" Schmidt gave a fake laugh.
"It's impossible," Madame Maxime said. "Hogwarts cannot have two champions. It is most unjust."
"We were under the impression that your age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," Schmidt said.
Loki noted how she didn't sound upset at all, more like she couldn't care less, just wanting in on the argument or putting up an act. Loki couldn't tell which; Schmidt was hard to read, and she kept her face a perfect mask, no emotions at all, not even in her eyes.
"Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break the rules." Snape said." He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here -"
"Watch it." Loki cut in, and Snape glared at him, only for Loki to narrow her eyes back at him.
"Enough," Dumbledore demanded. Loki and Snape looked away from each other, and Loki crossed her arms; she could feel her magic at her fingertips again, just itching to be let out.
Professor Dumbledore was now looking down at Harry, who looked right back at him, an unhappy expression on his face.
"Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.
"Of course, he didn't." Loki snapped.
"Professor Ikol, please," Dumbledore said, "I want to hear it from Harry." Loki scowled, her anger bowling.
"No," Harry replied. Snape made a soft noise of impatient disbelief, and Loki glared at him.
"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" Professor Dumbledore asked, Loki angrily opened her mouth, but Dumbledore raised his hand, silencing her. Loki scoffed, dropped her arms, and started pacing.
"No," Harry replied, sounding annoyed.
"Ah, but of course, he is lying!" Madam Maxime cried.
"Watch it," Loki demanded, pausing and glaring at Maxime, "Do not accuse Harry of anything. I am already in a bad mood; giant or not, you will regret it."
"I am not a giant." Madam Maxime said. "I am just big bone." Loki snorted as she started pacing again, magic escaping her fingertips; she could feel Wanda's eyes on her.
"Harry could not have crossed the age line," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "I am sure we can all agree on that. Dumbledore drew it himself."
"Dumbledore must have made a mistake with the line," Madame Maxime said, shrugging.
"It is possible, of course," Dumbledore said politely.
"Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake." Professor McGonagall said angrily. "Really, what nonsense! Harry could not have crossed the line himself."
"Of course, he didn't," Loki said, stopping her pacing. "He couldn't have even without the age line. The only time that goblet was left alone since being lit was when I walked Harry to Gryffindor Tower after last night's feast. Whoever slipped his name in had to at some point before I made it back into the Great Hall."
"But don't you see? He tricked you." Fleur said, "While he had you distracted, some older student was putting his name in the goblet for you."
"Trick me?" Loki laughed, "Girl, there is not a person on this realm that can trick me. Besides, whoever put Harry's name in that goblet was not a Hogwarts student,"
"And how would you know that?" Maxime demanded.
"I teach History of Magic, and my student's work in my class is mostly writing essays. I would have recognized the handwriting, but I did not; therefore, whoever put Harry's name in that goblet is not from Hogwarts," Loki explained.
"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman, " Madam Maxine said, "you are our objective judges. Surely you will agree that this is most irregular?"
Bagman wiped his face with his handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch, who took a moment before speaking.
"We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that those whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament," Crouch said.
"Harry is not competing," Loki said.
"Barty knows the rule book back to front," Bagman said, "So, looks like Harry-"
"Finish that sentence, and you won't be around to judge the tournament," Loki warned.
"Professor Ikol, that is enough," Dumbledore warned. "None of us are happy about this situation."
"I think Potter is." Madam Maxime said.
"Don't assume to know anything about me," Harry said, "I'm not happy about this. I didn't want to be in this stupid tournament. I get enough attention because of this stupid scar on my forehead and something I don't even remember."
Loki walked over and put her hands on Harry's shoulders as Madam Maxime laughed.
"Please, I bet you love your fame and seek more." Madam Maxime said, and quicker than anyone could see, Loki rushed forward, grabbed Madam Maxime by the robes, and despite her large side Lokk slammed her against the wall, with surprising ease.
"I warned you to watch what you say about Harry unless you wish not to watch your champion compete. I would let that be the last thing you say to or about him," Loki said, then let go of Madam Maxime and began to pace again. She really wished Sirius was here to help her with this.
"If anyone's got reason to complain, it's Potter," Moody growled, speaking for the first time. "but... funny thing. I don't hear him saying a word."
"Why should he complain?" Sprout burst out. "He gets to compete. If he wins, he gets fame and glory, plus a thousand Galleons in prize money."
"Please," Loki snorted, "Harry already is the most famous wizard in Britain, he doesn't want anymore, and if he wants a thousand Galleons, all he has to do is ask Sirius or me."
"Really? Ikol, you and Black would hand Potter a thousand Galleons if he asked?" Snape asked curly his lip.
"If he wanted it for something sensible, yes," Loki replied.
"I believe I should clear up something for those who may not know and be confused by Professor Ikol's anger. She and Sirius Black are Harry's legal guardians; understandably, she is upset and worried about his wellbeing." Dumbledore said.
"This is so unfair," Fleur said.
"Cheating." Madam Maxime said, "Gives Hogwarts a bigger chance at winning."
Harry started laughing, and everyone turned to him, except for Loki, who was pacing back and forth again.
"You guys must not have much faith in your Champions," Harry said, "To fear me, a fourteen-year-old wizard, to beat them and win, I've only been studying magic for four years. If anything, I'm the one with the biggest chance of dying."
"Do not say that," Loki ordered.
"Maybe someone's hoping Potter will die competing. " Moody said; everyone turned to him, and Loki gave him an angry look.
"Say that again, and you'll..."
"Professor Ikol, would you please stop threatening everyone, or I'll have to ask you to leave," Dumbledore warns.
"What nonsense are you on about?" Professor Schmidt demanded.
"It was a skilled witch or wizard who put the boy's name in that goblet," Moody said, "to spit Potter's name out as if he belongs to another school, it would take a powerful Confundus Charm to bamboozle that goblet into forgetting that only three schools compete in the tournament. I'm guessing they submitted Potter's name under a fourth school to ensure he was the only one in his category. "
At his explanation, everyone turned to look at Loki, who shrugged. "Whoever put Harry's name in is going to be awfully disappointed because he is not competing in this ridiculous tournament."
"What would happen if Harry doesn't compete?" Cedric asked.
"I'm not sure," Crouch said, looking tired, "There aren't any recorded cases that I know of where a Champion did not compete after being chosen. It could be anything from having to pay a few thousand galleons or even death. We are talking about an ancient tournament."
Loki growled and started pacing even more, magic now flowing from her hands, and she walked back and forth, ready to blow. Again leaving glowing green footsteps all over the floor, they glowed for a few minutes and then faded out; Wanda Maximoff watched her in surprise, realizing, like her, this Professor Ikol wasn't a normal witch, but much more powerful.
"Harry, given the risk of what might happen if you do not compete, then I'm afraid you must," Dumbledore said.
Loki let out an animalistic growl and tossed magic at a bookshelf, causing it to explode and books and pieces of wood going everywhere. Everyone turned to her in surprise, and some were a little fearful.
"Reigna Ikol, calm yourself now," McGonagall demanded, and Loki started pacing again.
"Well, shall we crack on, then?" Bagman said after a long moment of shocked silence. "Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Barty, want to do the honors?"
"Yes," he said, "The first task is designed to test your daring, so we will not tell you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard. Very important. The first task will occur on November twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges. The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept the help of any kind from their teachers. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests. Now, I believe that is it." He looked to Dumbledore.
"Yes, that is all," Dumbledore said. "Now, I'm sure we all are will like to have a good night's sleep." Everyone but Loki and Harry left the room.
Loki was hardly paying attention as she paced back and forth, mumbling threats. She hadn't even realized everyone else had left but her and Harry, who grabbed hold of her arm and stopped her; she turned her attention to him.
"You are right; whoever put my name in that goblet is going to be disappointed because I'm not going to die in it," Harry said, "but I need you to keep a cool head so that you can help me. I do not care about the rules, and I didn't enter anyway."
Loki looked at the determination on his face, took a long deep breath to calm herself, then waved a hand and fixed the broken bookshelf, and return the books to their shelves.
"I promise I will try to stay calm," Loki said, "But you will spend every minute of your free time training."
"Dose this count as an emergency?" Harry asked, "I want to write Sirius, get him back here."
"Yes, I was just thinking that myself," Loki said; she put her arm around Harry and led him out, vowing to kill the person who put Harry's name in Goblet of Fire.
AN I know this chapter was probably a little boring, next if I can get it written right, having a little trouble with it, but anyway I'm hoping I show what Sirius is up to, and will probably start with when Sirius left Hogwarts. This chapter was already written when I uploaded the last one, but only just started on the next, so it won't be so fast being uploaded.