Death's Chosen Child

Chapter 1: Part one

Harry is sitting in the stands with Ron and Hermione by his side, he actually doesn't want to be in the Great Hall for the reveal of the champions of the Triwizard Tournament, but he doesn't have a choice.

He looks around the room and feels dread settle in his stomach. He just knows that something is going to happen, and he hopes that he will not be in the middle of it. But counting on his shitty Potter luck, it's possible he wishes for too much.

''Who do you think is going to be Hogwarts champion, mate?'' Ron asks from his place next to Harry. Harry shrugs, not really bothered by who is the unlucky bastard that needs to participate.

''I heard Angelina had entered herself.'' He replies while looking at the girl. Who is talking excitedly with Katie Bell. ''I hope she is chosen. A Gryffindor champion would be neat. Everything better than Slytherin.'' Ron exclaims.

''Has someone from Slytherin even entered?'' Hermione asks while skimming through the book she had brought with her. She also didn't want to come but was also forced to join in the Great Hall. According to McGonagall, it was mandatory.

''There is a rumor that Warrington entered his name, you know that big bloke that looks like a sloth,'' Dean Tomas says just behind Harry.

''We can't have a Slytherin champion!'' Ron says in disgust. Harry barely refrains from rolling his eyes. Ron's prejudice against Slytherin is awful. Harry never told him that he almost was a Slytherin. He doesn't think it would survive their friendship, to be completely honest.

"And all the Hufflepuffs are talking about Diggory," said Seamus sounding irritated. "But I wouldn't have thought he'd have wanted to risk his good looks." He ends with a sneer towards the Hufflepuffs. A couple who had overheard are now glaring at him.

Harry barely contains his blush when he looks at the Hufflepuff side of the room. He never told anyone that he sometimes fancies blokes, and he has to admit, Cedric Diggory is a good-looking one.

''Let's hope it's going to be Angelina then,'' Hermione says off handily.

''Thanks, Hermione!'' Angelina exclaims, clearly having overheard the conversation.

At that moment, Dumbledore stands from his seat, and a hush falls over the Great Hall.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore with the same twinkle in his eyes as always. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" - he indicated the door behind the staff table - "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

Then he sweeps out his wand and dims the light in the entire Hall. The blue flames give the Hall an eternal glow, and Harry can't tear his eyes away from the flames.

Then the fire turns red, and a piece of parchment is spitten out. Everybody seems to be holding their breath when Dumbledore reaches out and reads the parchment.

''The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum!'' He declares. The whole rooms claps, and Harry sees Viktor smile while receiving multiple claps on the shoulder before he disappears through the door to the next chamber.

The fire turns red again, and another parchment flies to Dumbledore's hand. ''The champion for Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour!''

''It's her, Ron!'' Harry jokes when Ron almost starts to drool while looking at the blonde witch that seems to float towards the other room. ''Oh, look, they are all disappointed,'' Hermione whispers in Harry's ear. Harry looks over to the other Beauxbaton students and chuckles when he sees the envy and even tears from some of them.