The Fatal Enchantment

The Fate of The Champions

                I stood along with Hermione in my top and leather pants as I watched him master the summoning charm. He was not able to do it earlier. But now... he's mastered it. I witnessed him successfully summon Trevor, the pet toad of Neville Frank Longbottom, a pureblood Gryffindor student in his fourth year, whose parents were Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix during the first wizarding war, and tortured to insanity by none other than the Lestrange brothers, Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty himself. And the audacity of him...to perform the curse on a spider in front of the poor boy; making him relive the memory of his parent's torture.
"Harry, I really think you've got it!" said Hermione delightedly.
"Just as long as it works tomorrow," Harry said desperately. "The Firebolt's going to be much farther away than the stuff in here, it's going to be in the castle, and I'm going to be out there on the grounds..."
"That doesn't matter," said Hermione firmly. "Just as long as you're concentrating really, really hard on it, it'll come. Harry, we'd better get some sleep... you're going to need it."
"I agree with Hermione brother, you need some sleep. We cannot afford you to sleep in the grounds tomorrow as the dragon blows up your face." I said taking him by his shoulder and guiding him away from the classroom. We kept walking until we arrived to the Gryffindor tower and said the password to the Fat lady. Then, we went to sleep. Well Harry went to sleep in the boy's dormitory and Hermione and I went to sleep in the girls's dormitory.
The next day, I got ready in a fully body covering and went down to the classroom of Barty and mine and got everything ready. Especially of the different devices used by Voldemort. We would be doing the fatal effects of the use of the Cruciatus Curse today, with the sixth years. I stood along as I arranged the pictures for the slide show, of the different people who'd been tortured; I didn't put up the faces of Frank and Alice though. Or it would be a live torture of Neville himself.
By midday, we were done with the first half of the classes, and we all headed down to the Quidditch grounds. I went up along with McGonagall, and went searching for the candidates. Fortunately, it was Severus who was escorting Diggory, McGonagall who was escorting Harry, the Head Girl Gemma Farley, escorting Delacour, as I would be escorting the Bulgarian candidate, and Bulgarian Quidditch team Seeker and bon bon, Viktor Krum.
"Zdraveĭte Viktor" I said.
"Oh! Zdraveĭ i na teb, Mis Potŭr " said Viktor.
"It's Alexia" I said.
"Alright Alexia." said Viktor. "So who are you supporting?" he asked. At this I simply raised my brows looking at him. "Oh how silly of me, of course you shall support your brother..."
"Ochevidno Viktor" I laughed as I escorted him to the tent, to see Diggory and Fleur had already arrived. "Sega , ne izpadaĭte v panika , prosto dŭrzha na khladno glavata ... Imame mag'osnitsi , koĭto stoeshe nablizo , za da kontrolira situatsiyata , ako izleze izvŭn kontrol ... Osnovnoto neshto e prosto da napravite naĭ-dobriya , i nikoĭ nyama da mislya, che nyakoĭ po-losho ot ti ... Dobre li ste ? " ("Now, don't panic,just keep a cool head... We've got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand... The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any the worse of you... Are you all right?") I told him as he nodded his head. "Best of luck" I said as I left. I saw Harry and wished him the best and went away. Secretly, I hoped that it would be Diggory who got the Hungarian Horntail... and my brother who got the Common Welsh Green.
I went up to the wand like microphone, and faced the crowd of students and staff. I spotted Charlie along with his helpers taming the four dragonesses. People were laying out eggs, along with a golden egg, of the size of the dragon's egg along with them.
"Sonorus" I said as I amplified the sound, and whistled on the microphone, silencing the crowd. "Your attention please, today's a great day for all of us, we are going to witness the first task of the champions of the triwizard tournament." I said as the crowd cheered and applauded as the dragonesses roared in the background. "Now to get the Triwizard Championship trophy, each of the school champions has to do three extremely dangerous tasks. Therefore, for this reason I plead you, on second thoughts, I command you please remain seated at all times, no matter what the reason. Thank you. Quietus" I said as I made the announcement and joined the staff, consisting of Mr. Crouch from the Ministry, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Sprout, Barty, Professor McGonagall and myself as we went to the champion's tent. We saw the bimbo Skeeter there, as I smirked like the spawn of Satan at her, as she moved away to the outskirts of the tent.
"Gather round, gather round" said Mr. Crouch. Barty eyed him with malice, as I nudged his abdomen to prevent any suspicion from rising. And with Karkaroff, Severus and Dumbledore being on high alert, with Sirius knowing a death eater was inside Hogwarts, and with Dumbledore and Severus knowing that the ingredients for Polyjuice Potion were being stolen, only to be replenished every late night or early morning by me, they were on high alert. I mean, why else would Dumbledore have Alastor Moody, an ex-Auror, come and teach at Hogwarts!!!!!!!!!
"Good day, champions. Gather round, please. Now, you've waited. You've wondered. And at last, the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate." said Dumbledore.
"What are you doing here, Hermione?" I asked.
"Oh, um.. Sorry, I'll just... go." She said.
"Barty, the bag." Dumbledore said. Mr. Crouch came up with a pouch in front of the champions and began to arrange them in a circle.
"Champions, in a circle around me. Miss Delacour, over here. Mr. Krum, and a, Potter, Mr. Potter, over here. That's right. Now. Miss Delacour, if you will..." he said. Fleur put her hand and gasped as she took out a miniature dragoness. "The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum..." Viktor did the same, and cringed taking out his. "The Chinese Fireball. Oooooh...." Mr. Crouch said to create the atmosphere of excitement. Then Diggory put in his hand and gasped as he cringed and moved his hand in pain. "The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves..." said Mr. Crouch. Oh shit!!!!!!! I looked at Barty at this.
"The Horntail..." said Harry. I glared at him as I gave him a just shut the fuck up or they'll discover you cheated you dumbass of my brother! look. Harry immediately shut up.
"What's that boy?" asked Mr. Crouch.
"Nothing." Harry replied.
"The Hungarian Horntail." Mr. Crouch said. "These represent four very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple: collect the egg. This you must do, for each egg contains a clue without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?" the champions shook their heads telling they understood. I saw the Swedish Short Snout had number 1, the Common Welsh Green number 2, the Chinese Firebolt number 3 and the Hungarian Horntail number 4.
"Very well. Good luck champions. Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the cannon you need to..." said Dumbledore. Let's see Diggory, how much you fair well in front of your dragoness...