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•───────•°•❀•°•───────• Y/N starts to make her way to the arena. She was nervous not only for her friend but for the others that have to face those dragons she saw. She saw Hermione walking looking around for something. "Hermione is everything ok?" She asked. "Yes it's just I'm looking for the champions tent." "Oh I know where it is follow me."
As Y/N lead the way towards the tent they see Dragons in cages already waiting to kill whatever is in their way. When they made their way to the tent Y/N took a quick peek at Harry who is pacing nervously. Hermione is standing by the tent door whispering in.
"Pssst! Harry? Is that you?" She asked "Yeah"
"How are you feeling?" Asked Y/N
"Ok."
"The key is to concentrate. After that you just have to..."
"Battle a dragon."
Hermione goes in the tent to hug Harry. Then Y/N got to hug him as well but Harry made sure to hug her tighter in a sign he will be ok. A bright flash comes in front of them. Rita Skeeter the journalist approaches them. They both separated with anger in them they know how much Rita lies.
"Young love! Ohh how.. stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today you might make the front page." Y/N rolled her eyes. Luckily Victor was able to save them. "You have no business here. This tent is for champions and friends."
"No matter. We've got what we wanted." Rita leaves and Dumbledore enters the tent but surprisingly didn't see the two girls who sneaked in.
"Good day champions. Gather round please. Now you've waited, you've wondered and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate." The champions gather around him in a circle and Dumbledore finally noticed the two girl. "What are two doing here?" He asked in a calm voice.
"Oh um.. Sorry we'll just go." Hermione grabs Y/N's hand and drags her out.
As Harry looked at Y/N one last time he felt a sense of worry he took a deep breath and payed attention to what Dumbledore had to say.
"Barty. The bag." He said
"Champions, in a circle around me. Miss Delacour over here, Mr Krum, and Potter over here. Right. Miss Delacour, if you will..." Barty holds up a bag. Fleur takes out a little green dragon. "The welsh green. Mr Krum..."
Viktor takes another dragon out. "The chinese fireball. Oooooh." He then hold the bag to Cedric, Cedric picks one. "The swedish short-snout. Which leaves..."
"The horntail..." whispered Harry nervously. "What was that boy?" Barry asked. "Nothing." Harry puts his hand in the bag and pulls out the dragon he wished to not pull out.
"The hungarian horntail. These represent very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple, collect the egg. This you must do, for each egg contains a clue without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?" No one had any questions just nervous faces plastered on their faces forever.
