The Fatal Enchantment

The Four Champions

                Today was Saturday, so I had to wear anything too official. I was simply wearing a. My hair was tied into a bun at the back, and I had au naturel makeup on my face. I had my Gryffindor house robes put on as I sat along with Harry, Ron and Hermione, watching people put their names into the goblet of fire.
Angelina went and put her name in the goblet as we all cheered for her. Then all of a sudden Diggory and his group of foolish Hufflepuffs pushed him through the age line.
"Come on Cedric, put it in!" said one of the Hufflepuffs. Diggory laughed as he stumbled, and he put his name into the goblet. His eyes met mine as he smirked. He came over to me as he kissed my cheek and went away. Leaving me shocked. From the corner of my eye I saw Barty pass by in his Moody form as he glared at Diggory. If I flirt with Cedric, I can shove this idiot in his rightful place. But then I remembered out kissing and snogging session of yesterday night, and I nearly flushed with embarrassment at the thought.
"Eternal glory" said Ron, "Three years from now, we'll be old enough to be chosen."
"Right." Harry replied. "Well, better you than me." My twin brother, always hating too much attention...
Right then the Weasley twins came in cheering like a pair of idiots. Not that they were, their pranks were ingenious, but still. They're idiots...
"Well lads we've done it!" exclaimed Fred. Wow, idiocy has gone up a level. But entertaining at the same time.
"Cooked it up this morning" said George.
"It's not going to work!" sang Hermione.
"Oh yeah!" said Fred.
"And why's that, Granger!" said George.
"You see this? This is the age line. Dumbledore and Lexi drew this together, themselves." Hermione sassed.
"So?" said Fred.
"So an intellectual like Lexi, and a genius like Dumbledore couldn't be fooled by something pathetically dim-witted as an aging potion." Hermione replied.
"Ah, that' s why it's so brilliant" said Fred.
"Because it's so pathetically dim-witted." George continued. "Ready Fred?"
"Ready George," said Fred. "Bottom's up." With that they drank from the vials as they jumped into the age line. Nothing happened. They cheered.
"What?" said Hermione.
"Don't worry Herm, it'll work, trust me. I know the working of the minds of these troublemakers." I said. They put their slips in. "One... two... and ...three..." I said. The next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards. The entrance hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in, once they had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.
"You said" said Fred.
"No you said." George said and then the fight began as the crowd cheered for their fight. All of a sudden Karkaroff arrived with Krum and the boy who had smiled at me. Krum went past the age line, and put his name in. as he turned, he looked at Hermione and smiled. Hermione coyly returned the smile as she blushed.
"Ooh! Someone's got a crush!" I cooed. Hermione blushed further. The boy next to him smiled and winked, as I blushed away.
"Someone's also got a crush!" sang Hermione as I playfully glared and pushed her off. But from the corner of my eyes, I saw Barty glaring daggers at the boy who smiled and winked at me.
That evening when we entered the Great Hall, The Goblet of Fire had been moved; it was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair at the teachers' table. Fred and George - clean-shaven again - seemed to have taken their disappointment fairly well.
"Hope it's Angelina," said Fred as Harry, Ron, Hermione and I sat down.
"So do I!" said Hermione breathlessly. "Well, we'll soon know!"
The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was their second feast in two days, Harry and I didn't seem to fancy the extravagantly prepared food as much as we would have normally. Like everyone else in the Hall, judging by the constantly craning necks, the impatient expressions on every face, the fidgeting, and the standing up to see whether Dumbledore had finished eating yet, I simply wanted to let Harry have a normal year, and to hear who had been selected as champions.
At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Mr. Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored. I saw Barty eyeing everyone along with McGonagall and Snape.
"Sit down, please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for: the champion selection!" said Dumbledore. The goblet let out a red burnt parchment piece. "The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum!" The Dumstrang students and the Slytherin table cheered for Krum. I clapped along with them for the sake of courtesy. Krum shook hands with Dumbledore and went to the Trophy Room. A baby blue burnt parchment came in Dumbledore's hand. "The champion from Beauxbatons... is Fleur Delacour." People clapped as Delacour strutted with pride. Her aura emitted that of a dimwitted blonde. Then a plain parchment came up. "The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory." Well he can die for all I care. "Miss Potter please join the staff panel." I went up and walked, positioning myself to stand between Severus and Barty. "Excellent! We now 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!" The students clapped, but I heard something sizzling. I turned to see the goblet turn violet flame again like the case of the three champions. Severus noted my stare at the goblet and saw the peculiar behavior of the goblet. And then Dumbledore turned as a piece of parchment flew out. "Harry Potter... Harry Potter?" What? No, this can't be. But what can be said, nothing can be normal for him. After all, we never were normal. Him ... the Boy Who Lived, me the shield...
"No... No!" muttered Hagrid.
"Harry Potter!" shouted Dumbledore. I saw Hermione push Harry forward.
"He's a cheat!" shouted Draco.
"He's not even seventeen yet." yelled Dean.
"SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!" I bellowed at my highest octaves, silencing the hall full of students.

Barty's P.O.V.:-

"SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted Alex at the top of her lungs. Immediately the hall became quiet. "Prefects do lead the houses back to their respective dormitories. Head boy please take the Dumstrang students to their ship, and Head girl do the same for the Beaxbaton students..." she said quietly, but enough to catch the attention of each and every person in the hall. Immediately the prefects and the Head boy and girl got onto their duties. She had quite the charisma in her.