Slytherin Heart

23.

While most of the Great Hall was abuzz with anticipation, I was nervous. People die during this tournament.

"Sit down, please!" Dumbledore asked. "Now, the moment you've all been waiting for! The champions selection!" He raised his hands and dimmed all the torches in their brackets, so the main source of light came from the blue flame of the goblet.

He approached the flame as it turned red and spit out the first name. "The Durmstrang champion is...Viktor Krum!"

Viktor shook a first with happiness and everyone started cheering and clapping as he walked over to Dumbledore, and shook his hand.

"The champion from Beauxbatons...Fleur Delacour!" More cheering followed as she got up and shook Dumbledore's hand.

Then, the Hogwarts champion. Cedric Diggory; that's when everything suddenly went quiet for me, I didn't clap or cheer and instead I followed him with my eyes as he got up and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore yelled, spinning around with his arms opened. "We have our three champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory. The Triwizard Cup!"

He pointed towards the cup and the sheet covering it flew off and gave the situation more gravitas. However, the cup was promptly overlooked when the goblet appeared to be ready and spit out another name.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore yelled.

Hermione pulled Harry up from his seat after he slowly went to sit down again, I stared over at them dumbstruck.

"He wouldn't," I mumble to myself. "Not even the twins could do it!"

"He's a cheat!" Students began to shout as he walked up.

Rather than shaking his hand, Dumbledore only stared at him as he walked by.

I made my way over to Ron and Hermione after we had been dismissed and I could tell Ron was pissed off.

"Ron, you have every right to be pissed at Harry, but think about this for a second. Harry would never put his name in the goblet, why would he?! It's irrational," I tell him, but I could see he'd already made up his mind.

Ron wanted to be mad at Harry, and this was his perfect reason to be.

***

A few days had gone by and Ron and Harry weren't speaking to each other. In fact, I haven't spoken to Ron either because he wasn't thinking clearly.

Cedric and I had spent some more time getting to know each other, and as we were sat in the library together, professor McGonagall came up to me.

"Miss Malfoy, might I have a word with you?" She asks. "I hear you're quite the dancer. If you are happy to, would you mind assisting me and the other heads of houses in teaching our students to dance for the Yule Ball?"

"I'd be glad to, professor!" I smile at her.

"Wonderful! The dance will be after the first task has taken place," McGonagall informs me.

No one had any clue what the first task would be, but we were all outside and sat in the stands overlooking a rocky pit. There was a golden egg; this was the only thing there that appeared interesting.

I could feel Amy's hand holding mine, and although I couldn't see them, I knew they were here, still using Harry's cloak.

"Seems like a simple task," The Doctor stated, but that was when the cannon started, music from the band began to play and Cedric stepped out.