Harry, Ron, Hermione and I went up to the Owlery that evening to find Pigwidgeon, so that Harry could send Sirius a letter telling him that he had managed to get past his dragon unscathed.
On the way, Harry filled us in on everything Sirius had told him about Karkaroff. Though shocked at first to hear that Karkaroff had been a Death Eater, by the time we entered the Owlery Ron was saying that we ought to have suspected it all along.
"Fits, doesn't it?" he said. "Remember what Malfoy said on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff? Now we know where they knew each other. They were probably running around in masks together at the World Cup. . . . I'll tell you one thing, though, Harry, if it was Karkaroff who put your name in the gob- let, he's going to be feeling really stupid now, isn't he? Didn't work, did it? You only got a scratch! Come here — I'll do it —"
Pigwidgeon was so overexcited at the idea of a delivery he was flying around and around Harry's head, hooting incessantly. Ron snatched Pigwidgeon out of the air and held him still while Harry attached the letter to his leg.
"There's no way any of the other tasks are going to be that dangerous, how could they be?" Ron went on as he carried Pigwidgeon to the window.
"Yeah cuz everyone knows that tasks get easier with each round." I sneered. "Of course the final task will be the easiest, I bet we'll just have to sign our names."
"You know what? I reckon you could win this tournament, Harry, I'm serious." Ron said glaring at me. "You'd only have to compete with this git." He said jabbing his finger at me.
He's not wrong you know, you've got a chance.
Hermione, however, leaned against the Owlery wall, folded her arms, and frowned at Ron.
"They've got a long way to go before they finishes this tournament," she said seriously. "If that was the first task, I hate to think what's coming next."
"How about... two dragons?" I suggested.
Ron threw Pigwidgeon out of the window. Pigwidgeon plummeted twelve feet before managing to pull himself back up again; the letter attached to his leg was much longer and heavier than usual.
We watched Pigwidgeon disappear into the darkness, and then Ron said, "Well, we'd better get downstairs for your surprise party, Harry — Fred and George should have nicked enough food from the kitchens by now."
"Well I'll see you guys tomorrow then." I said, slightly sulkily as I turned to leave.
"You're coming too." Ron said grabbing my arm and pulling me back. "Fred and George told me to make sure you come as well."
I smiled at this.
Sure enough, when we entered the Gryffindor common room it exploded with cheers and yells. There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface; Lee Jordan had let off some Filibuster's Fireworks, so that the air was thick with stars and sparks; and Dean Thomas, who was very good at drawing, had put up some impressive new banners, most of which depicted Harry zooming around the Horntail's head on his Firebolt, though a couple showed Cedric with his head on fire, and there were even on or two of me deflecting fire, and shattering the dragons chains.
I helped myself to food, a few people congratulating me, but most of them just ignored me; and sat down with Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
I was ecstatic that I had gotten through the first task, and I wasn't in last either.
Don't celebrate too soon you've still got a lot of work left, there's two more trials still.
I sighed, I knew Tom was right. I couldn't stop now, I had to start preparing for the next task.
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Goblet of Fire
Fanfiction(Y/n) Weasley, starting to feel disconnected from his family, is staring his fourth year at Hogwarts, and with that brings new adventures, new threats, and new feelings.
