Screaming, the crowd gathered around the arena. People were shouting, making bets for who they thought would win.
“I can’t take this, what if something goes wrong?” Roger was currently running his fingers through a hole he had begun forming in his blazer, paler than before.
“Then he’ll probably sit back up and start sowing himself back together,” Wayne announced, getting a glare from Roger.
“That won’t happen if he doesn't have any arms,” Roger snapped as Wayne raised his eyebrow.
Kevin smiled, placing a hand on Roger’s shoulder. “I’m sure he’ll be fine. If not, Dumbeldore is going to learn the strength of Hufflepuffs.” Kevin’s aura turned dark as he grinned darkly.
“Alright, ψυχοπαθής, tone it down a bit.” Wayne rubbed circles on Kevin’s back, pulling him away from Roger who still wasn’t sure. Justin nudged Roger’s side, doing his best to distract him while they waited for the challenges to begin.
Inside the tent, Sly paced back and forth. He had no plan. No resources. No hope.
Hissing, a voice echoed from the other side of the tent. “Sly? Is that you?”
Turning around, Sly walked up to the wall, his ear straining. “Yeah,” he hissed back, knowing who was on the other side.
“How are you feeling? OK? The key is to concentrate. After that you just have to,” he trailed off as Sly chuckled, the words appearing on the other side.
‘Battle a dragon.’
Gulping, he stopped hiding, bursting into the tent and tackling Sly into a tight hug. A bright flash startled them both as Draco stepped away, staring in shock.
“You love! Ohh, how… stirring.” Rita walked out of nowhere as Sly titled his head in confusion. Draco lowered his head, a blush of embracement crossing his face. “If everything goes unfortunately today you might make the front page.”
Growling, Viktor stepped out of the shadows. “You have no business here. This tent is for champions and friends.” He glanced at Draco and Sly who smiled in appreciation.
“No matter. We’ve got what we wanted.” Rita turned away, leaving the tent. Before Sly could thank Viktor, a new nuance entered.
“Good day champions. Gather around please.” Dumbledore waved his arms, motioning for the champions to come closer. “Now you’ve waited, you’ve wondered and at least the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate.” Dumble paused, looking at Draco who had yet to escape the tent. “What are you doing here Mr Malfoy?”
Draco stumbled over his words as he stepped back. “Sorry, I’ll just go.” Glancing at Sly, Draco didn’t say anything more as he left and searched for his friends.
Dumbledore shook his head, returning to the students. “Barty, the bag.”
Barty stepped forward, holding a small bag in his hand. “Champions, in a circle around me.” Berty lifted his head, pulling each champion into their respective place. “Right, Miss Delacour, if you will…” He held up the bag, watching Fleur’s hand reach in and return with a small green dragon on her palm. “The welsh green,” Berty grinned, turning to Viktor. “Mr Krum?”
Viktor repeated the action, a small red dragon latched to Viktor’s hand, sneezing a small ball of fire.
“The Chinese fireball, ooh. Mr Diggory?” Cedric reached in, pulling out a beautiful blue dragon. “The Swedish short-snout. Which leaves,” Barty turned to Sly who gulped.
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Death Parts Us
FanfictionWhen Sirius Black breaks out of prison, seeing his godson hanging around that rat, he does the most logical think that occured to him. He was going to break into Hogwarts and rip that stupid rat into a million pieces. He couldn't imagine a single t...
