'Till The End Darling

11. Judgement Day

Narrators pov:

Dumbledore had given his speech and the calling of names begun.
The first name to be called from the Goblet was Victor Krum. Majority of the girls from all four houses swooned over him as he made his way to the front. George couldn't help but flicker a protective gaze to y/n who, as she always was, sat to his right. He smiled to himself as he noticed her fiddling with a loose thread on her tie rather than drooling over the Bulgarian. Alicia gave an audible sigh of frustration, he looked to his left and gave her half a smile. Truth was he was getting rather sick of her.
"Hes going to be brilliant, 10 sickles he wins the whole thing" Ron said to y/n.
"Youre on" she said shaking his hand "ill bet on my champion once I know who they all are."

The second name to be pulled from the flame was "Fleur Delacour" Dumbledore called. Y/n noticed that this was the girl who waved at her when she first arrived.

"I bet on her to win" y/n whispered to Ron.

Although confident as she seemed y/n was sure she saw a flicker of hurt behind Fleurs eyes due to all the cruel remarks coming from other girls. Y/n caught her eyeline and gave a small thumbs up to her and a reassuring smile.

"Now for the Hogwarts champion" Dumbledore said barely containing his excitement.
"It could be you" Fred said to Angelina excitedly, he gave her hand an affectionate squeeze under the table.

"Cedric Diggory!"

Enthusiastic cheers sounded through out the hall, even the slytherins cheered for him. Y/n clapped loudly for the boy. George furrowed his brows at this but she didn't notice.

Dumbledore smiled brightly and opened his arms. "Fantastic, now that all three champions have been announced it is with great honour that I declare that the Tri Wizard Tornaments have begu-"
A silence fell over the great Hall as the Goblet began sizzling, red flames spitting violently, just as it had when Fred and George had attempted to trick it. The flames rose higher and higher and the Gobelt began to physically vibrate. Dumbledore walked up cautiously to it when all of a sudden a fourth peice of parchment was spat out. He caught it elegantly and raised it to his face as though double checking he had read it right.
"Harry potter" he mumbled to himself.

"Harry potter!" He shouted this time.

"No it can't be?" Y/n spoke with worry.

Harry was trying to hide himself behind Hermione, but the latter was pushing him forwards to the front. Ron looked furious. While the rest of the gryfindors just looked to him in disbelief.

"Harry potter up here please!" Dumbledore spoke almost violently.

Harry got up and slowly began making his way to the front, he caught eye sight with his friend y/n and the pure worry in her eyes made his stomach twist. He shook his head apologetically in response.

Finally all the champions were escorted out of the hall, including Harry. The Room was buzzing with people swearing and shouting all sorts of things about Harry.

"They can't let him compete they simply can't, there's an age restriction for a reason, he could die!" Y/n cried furiously.

"Hey don't worry he'll be okay. He murdered the dark Lord when he was fresh out the womb this'll be a peice of cake for Harry" fred joked.

"You'd think he would've told his best friend how he done it" Ron mumbled with his arms crossed.

"He wouldn't have done it" y/n defended.

"Well then how'd he become a champion" Ron laughed dryly.