POTTER

22

"Three of our champions have now faced their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our fourth and final contestant."

Harry enters the rocky arena. The crowd are cheering his name. He sees the golden egg sitting alone, he makes a run for it but the dragon appears. Harry's forced to retreat behind a rock as the dragon flames him. Harry stumbles and falls around the arena.

"Your wand Harry! Your wand!"

Harry summons a broom. He jumps on and flies off, the dragon gives chase. The dragon bursts through the crowd and they look stunned. Harry is flying at high speed around the Hogwarts buildings. The dragon cuts him off and whips him off his broom, he lands on the roof of Hogwarts, hanging on for dear life. The dragon is clambering across the roof, strewing tiles as it goes. Harry reaches his broom but it's stuck. He jerks it loose and lets go of the roof just in time before the dragon swipes at him. He falls a long way but regains control. He flies on to an area with a bridge, he flies through a gap in the bridge but the dragon crashes into it and falls into the water. The crowds are mostly silent. We see Harry flying towards us and the crowd erupts. He goes straight for the golden egg.

"The yule ball has been a tradition of the tri-wizard tournament since its inception. On Christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. As representitives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost...a dance. Since Professor Snape isnt available to teach Slytherin to dance they're going to share a dance practice with Gryffindor"

Groans emerge from the boys who are listening on. The girls seem a lot more excited.

"Silence. The house of Godrick Griffindore has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."

"Try saying that five times faster."

They try. Slytherin entered the hall, Draco and Athena walking next to each other they're amused seeing them together.

"Now to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight."

"Something's about to burst out of Hilary but I don't think it's a swan."

"Inside every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr. Weasly, will you join me."

She grabs Ron and pulls him up to dance.

"Now, place your right hand on my waist."

"Where?"

"My waist."

He does so and a wolf whistle comes from the crowd.

"Now bend your arm. Mr. Filch..."

The music starts.

"One two three, one two three, one two three."

"Oi! Never gonna let him forget this are you?"

"Never."

"Everybody come together."

The girls instantly stand and walk forward, the boys are all still seated.

"Boys, on your feet."

Neville stands.