'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 51: Golden Treasure

[Bones - Imagine Dragons]

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Thur. 27th October 1994 - 2:37pm...

My Hallowe'en break this year overlapped with the first Tri-wizard tournament round. In preparation for the event, the Professors had transformed the Quidditch pitch into an arena for the first task.

Dragons.

Harry told me Hagrid helped transport four dragons, one for each contestant, with the support of Newt Scamander and Ron's older brother, Charlie. Scamander joined the teachers and the Minister of Magic, to overlook the importance of animal protection for the game.

I snuck around the back of the tents, peering through the gap. A hand took ahold of the material, and I stumble backwards.

Cedric opened the curtain, smiling. "Jane, come on in. We still have ten minutes."

"Thank you." I enter, and immediately walk over to my brother.

He paced around his corner of the tent, halting once he spotted me. "Hi."

"Hello, how are you feeling? You'll do great, don't worry about it too much." I take his hand and squeeze it.

"I'm fine."

A bright flash nearby, made me narrow my eyes. I glance over to a lady wearing lime green and an abnormally large hat.

"Ah! What a lovely image of The Potters!" She exclaimed, gesturing to her photographer to take another photo of us.

Great. Please, Merlin, anyone but her.

"You shouldn't be in here." Krum said, standing in front of the camera. "This tent is only for us champions, and our friends."

I let Harry's hand go, approaching the woman. "You're Rita Skeeter, aren't you?" I ask.

She opened her arms, spinning around. "Why yes! I see my reputation proceeds me-"

"Unfortunately." I cross my arms, "I wouldn't exactly be so joyful about your reputation, if I were you. Write one bad word about me, or my brother, and I'll make sure that it's the last article you'll ever write."

She smirked, "Oh? Little Jane Potter has a bad temper. Such sharp teeth. Do you truly intend to take that type of harsh action against me?"

"I'm counting on it."

She laughed, her eyes shifting around the room nervously, when no one shared her humour. "Listen, little missy, I have a job to do. And as far as I can remember, you're not a contestant."

"Your thoughts don't stretch very far, I'm afraid to admit. Good luck with your next column, I'll looking forward to correcting it." I tilt my head, pursing my lips forward.

Turning, I smile at the four contestants. "Good luck!" I clap my hands, mostly aiming my words to my brother and Cedric.

They all thank me, and I leave.

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Squeezing past my fellow Slytherins, I move past Blaise, Luna and Daphne to sit between Draco and Theodore.