Harry lifted the golden egg high into the air. The people all around him were cheering loudly. The twins had Harry sitting right on their shoulders.
"We knew you wouldn't die. Harry." George started.
"Lose a leg." Fred added.
"Or an arm." George said.
"Pack it in altogether." Fred continued.
"NEVER!" The twins said in unison.
"Go on. Harry. What is the clue?" Seamus asked. He handed Harry the golden egg.
"Who wants me to open it?" Harry asked. The crowd cheered. I stood to the side with Hermione right beside me.
"You want me to open it?" He asked again. The crowd loudly cheered. "Yes!"
He turned the clasp. He opened the egg. A loud. Horrific screeching noise came out. It made us all instantly cover our ears. He closed it immediately to stop the sound.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Harry asked. He rubbed his ears.
I saw Ron appear in the doorway. He looked quite awkward.
"Alright everyone. Go back to your knitting. This is going to be uncomfortable enough without all you nosy sods listening in." Fred said. He shooed everyone away.
"I reckon you would have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire." Ron commented. He stepped closer to Harry.
"Caught on. Have you? Took you long enough." Harry said coldly.
"Wasn't just me who thought you had done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back." Ron mumbled.
"Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better." Harry snapped.
"At least. I warned you about the dragons." Ron defended.
"Hagrid warned me about the dragons." Harry shot back.
"Oh. No. No. I did. Do you not remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus never actually told me anything. So it was really me all along. I thought you would be alright. You know. After you figured that out." Ron explained.
"Who could possibly figure that out? That is completely mental." Harry scoffed.
"Yeah. It is. Is it not? Suppose I was a bit distraught." Ron admitted.
"Boys." I stepped forward with Hermione before they could start fighting again.
Hermione was reading today's newspaper in the common room. I sat right beside her. I was reading it over her shoulder.
"Look at this! I cannot believe it. She has done it again. 'Miss Granger. A plain but ambitious girl. Seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey. Sources report. Is none other than the Bulgarian bon bon. Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter is taking this latest emotional blow.'" Hermione huffed. I shook my head in disgust.
"That Skeeter lady is bad news. We have to inform someone of higher authority about her. Most of her works are completely fabricated." I huffed in annoyance.
"How about you inform your parents before she makes things worse?" Hermione suggested.
"They are too busy this time with the Ministry. I do not know if they will have time to go after her." I sighed.
Just then. A young boy walked up holding a large package.
"Parcel for you. Mr. Weasley." Ron thanked him. The boy. Nigel. Was gazing intensely at me and Harry.
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Mischievous Glint | George Weasley
FanfictionIn a world overshadowed by the looming threat of Voldemort, George Weasley finds himself inexplicably drawn to Y/N, the only daughter of the Wizarding World's wealthiest and most influential family. As fate would have it, she is destined to play a c...
