11 Chapter 11

Chapter 11

HARRY POTTER

Harry sat in the Great Hall as he partook in the feast that had been arranged. The whole table was once again filled with exotic and foreign dishes. Dished that Harry had never seen before. Ron beside him had again forgotten his manners as he had once more piled his plate with enough food for ten people. Hermione stared disappointedly at their red-headed friend as she ate her food.

The whole Hall was buzzing with chit-chat and activity. Today was a special day, as the three champions were to be selected today. Each House had several people vying for the spot for Hogwarts. There was even a small betting pool. Most of those who knew a little bit about the seniors were rooting for Edward Wright. The Headboy from Slytherin was the favorite to be nominated with Angelina from Gryffindor a close second.

Ron suddenly laughed wildly at a joke from Seamus and spilled the goblet of Pumpkin juice. Some of it getting splashed at Hermione.

"RON!" she huffed as set the jug straight. Ron turned and looked at the mess he had caused.

"I am sorry!" he said dismissively, still giggling. He could see Hermione's temper and was expecting her to shout at Ron, yet she just shook her head and took out her wand. And with a wave, the spill had vanished.

"Honestly, he should at least be quiet while eating!" she spoke up. And Harry found himself agreeing with his friend.

And Suddenly Dumbledore stood up and the noise lessened. Their aged Headmaster waved his hand and the food vanished and now the whole Hall quieted down.

"It is time for the selection. I know that many of you have been waiting for this moment eagerly. It seems that your wait has come to an end!"

Dumbledore waved his wand and the lights in the whole Hall dimmed. The ornamental magical Goblet remaining as the biggest source of illumination. Dumbledore had also come down from the dais as he walked near the Goblet.

"Now I shall pick three names. One from each school and these three members will have a chance to win eternal glory and a prize of ten thousand galleons!"

The whole Hall erupted in cheers. Though Harry might have heard some boos from the Weasley Twins. The Goblet shined brightly for a second and the fire in it danced as it changed various colors. Before settling into a yellowish light hue. It danced around spreading the light yellow hue around and a small creature of flame flew out of the Goblet circling it once before landing in Dumbledore's hand, morphing into a piece of parchment.

Dumbledore unfolded the piece of paper.

"The champion of Beauxbatons is MISS FLEU DELACOUR!" and the whole Hall erupted in applause. The biggest came from the Hufflepuff table from where the girl stood up. Another person stood up beside her as he hugged her and the dashing blonde made her way to the stage. Dumbledore shook her hand.

"Congratulations! Please move towards the back room!" Dumbledore said to the girl while smiling. The Girl walked past him and entered the back room. Harry remembered something from earlier as he looked toward his friend. Missing how the fire had changed colors once more. This time morphing into a raging red color.

"Didn't you place a bet on her Hermione?" he asked their studious friend. And she nodded a little embarrassingly.

"Yes, I did." She answered.

"How did you know?" he asked once more and now Dumbledore was opening the second piece of paper.

"Well, I was given an inside tip," she said sheepishly. Harry wanted to ask her more but Dumbledore had begun to speak up once more.

"The champion from Drumstrang is Mr. VIKTOR KRUM!" and this time the cheer was much louder. Perhaps because of Krum's celebrity status. The broad-shouldered boy got up from his seat. His face showed no emotion as the boy made his way to the stage. And after shaking the Headmaster's hand vanished from the HALL as well.

The applause died down eventually and the whole Hall became quiet once more. The silence was much more serious this time. And Dumbledore smiled as the fire sprang into life once more. And Harry stared at the magical fire as it went through various colors before it settled in a very familiar color. The greens flame was much more captivating than either red or yellow. They danced around and a piece of Parchment appeared from them once more.

"It seems we have our final participant. Who will be the champion of Hogwarts?" Dumbledore said with a smile, building up the suspense. The man unfurled the piece of paper and began to speak once more.

"And the champion from Hogwarts is… Our very own Mr. Edward Wright!" And the Hall broke into a thundering applause once more. All the Houses clapped as the boy in question stood with much cheer from his seat. He walked up to the stage and Dumbledore smiled widely as he shook the hand of the Headboy, now champion. And then the boy vanished to the back room as well.

"You got all three of them right Hermione," he said to their friend. And Hermione was smiling and clapping like several others. Her face flushed slightly and joy danced across her face. Harry stopped speaking for a second as he just continued staring at his friend for a moment. Dazed as he just continued to stare, stopping only when Hermione turned to face him once more.

"You were saying something Harry," she asked with that same smile Harry was struck out of his stupor and he just shook his head in a slight panic. Forgetting what he had wanted to ask her a moment ago.

"Nothing. It was nothing," Harry said hurriedly and Hermione just nodded her head as the whole Hall became quiet once more.

"This will be all. The first task will take place in two weeks. I know all of you are excited but I believe we must end the night at this," and with that students began to walk out of the Hall. The discussion about the Tri-Wizard once more dominated the Hall.

Harry made his way to the dorm, gossiping talking, and joking with everyone but that strange emotion was still in the back of his mind. The same question rang in his head even as he covered himself with blankets at night.

What was that?

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EDWARD WRIGHT

I am demy way down the Hall and saw the striking form of my girlfriend before anyone else. She had been looking at the stairs and I saw her expression brighten up as soon as she spotted me. Both of our steps carried us toward each other and she pulled me into a hug as soon as I had stepped down from the stairs.

"You are here! We are both in the tournament!" she said excitedly. A little bounce in her steps. Her body close to mine was like a drug and I had to control myself so I did not crash my lips on hers because even now I saw McGonagall staring at me with a huge smirk.

"AKHM!" she coughed slightly making Fleur remember their location once more. And she hurriedly her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Congratulations Edward. I am glad that you were chosen to represent Hogwarts," the Transfiguration professor spoke up with a smile.

"Thank you, Professor."

And then I spotted the third person in the room. Viktor Krum stood on a side of the room quietly conversing with his Headmaster. Our eyes met and I nodded at the boy.

The door behind us opened once more and Dumbledore came in in the towering form of Headmaster Maxime. They came down and congratulated us all once more.

"I believe that members from the Ministry will now brief you about the rest," And with that, the two people from the ministry joined in on the conversation.

"Bravo! Bravo! Such energetic faces. Kind of remind of my days when I played Quidditch for England…" and before Ludo Bagman could narrate his whole life story Percy Weasley, the replacement for the deep under investigation Mr. Crouch interrupted him.

"I believe that it is already late enough. We should not waste any more time." He added much to my delight.

"Of course. Of course. I was getting to it." Ludo Bagman said while waving at the red-haired Weasley. The man rubbed his hands as he began the explanation.

"All right as you probably know, each task has a theme and you will be provided with a clue regarding it. Now, the clue for the first task is Courage. You have two weeks to prepare. You can all prepare however you like. Outside help may be prohibited but..." the man leaned in conspiratorially and whispered.

"But there are several precedents claiming otherwise." And with that, he backed up once more.

"And that will be all. Now I will leave you guys with your preparations. We will see each other in some time," and the man moved out of the room with due haste.

"I believe that this covers everything. If you have any query, you can contact me as well as other Headmasters regarding it."

All three of us nodded at Dumbledore and the man smiled as he continued.

"Then I believe that this is goodbye. And all of you have my good wishes for the tournament."

And we began to walk out of the room. Fleur is still attached to my side.

"So do you want me to go easy on you in the tournament," I asked in a teasing tone? Fleur flared at me from the side and huffed at my words.

"Watch what are you saying! Keep talking like that and I will pull the rug from right under you in the duel we have, my dear Eddy!" my head swirled toward her at her use of my nickname. A nickname that I did not like at all.

"Where did you hear that name?" I asked, a part of me already aware of the answer. Fleur just smiled refusing to give me the name.

"Tell me or I will have to find it out forcefully," I said with a small smile.

"Forcefully, Eddy?" she teased me. And as soon as the words had left her she was in my arms once more. Her body was trapped between me and the wall. My face inches from her own face.

"Oh, I am liking this. My little Eddy!" she spoke up once more. I just smiled as I saw the huge smile on her face. I stared straight into her blue eyes. The light from the lamp made them shine perfectly in the corridor.

"I believe you are going to love what I do next!" and with that my arms tightened around her. Our faces were conjoining as I felt myself melt in her arms. Two people joined together in the shadows their heads inseparable from the other.

That night much to the worry of Fay, Fleur did not return to the carriage. Yet Fay found solace in the fact that she had a very good idea about whom her friend was entangled with that night.

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