I yawned, sitting up and stretching. How long was I asleep?... Eh whatever, I groaned slowly getting out of bed. Oh that's right... I need to ask professor Moody what was going on yesterday. I got out of bed and walked over to my closet.
Getting changed, I put on a short plain white T-shirt and some jeans. Just then remembering that the first competition thing was going on today, I slipped my Slytherin robe on. Guess I'll have to talk to him after this happens.
Reluctantly, I put on my shoes, and gently picked up the ferret, whom I just realized was now awake. And set it on my shoulder. Walking out of my room, down the stairs and to the common room. I saw Crabbe and Goyle walking to the door to leave and quickly went over.
"Hey, when's the first competition thing for this dumb tournament. Or- is that now..." I asked them. They stopped and looked back at me, glancing at each other. "Yeah, it's now. That's why we were leaving stupid..." Crabbe said, both turning and leaving.
I sighed, and followed them out. All the way outside to where the first competition was being held. I walked over to the bleachers and sat down where the other Slytherins were. The ferret has carefully hoped down from my shoulder and onto my lap.
I smiled softly, gently petting it. Everyone was yelling on who they wanted to win or whatever. I simply could care less. To be honest, everyone's dumb. Sorry to be, I don't know, biased? But I think Harry's clearly ganna win. I mean, he survived Voldemort. He can survive some little competitions. Right?
"Your attention please, each of the three tasks involves very considerable danger. Please keep your seats at all times, this will minimize any risks you may be exposed to." Dumbledore announced. As I instantly moved the ferret closer to me.
"I'm sure we all wish our champions the greatest of luck." Everyone started cheering. But I couldn't help but notice. Draco wasn't here. That's... Odd. There isn't an occasion he wouldn't miss if it meant he could comment about Harry.
The cannon shot. Everyone cheering "Diggory!" As Cedric walked out. Guess he's first... "Three of our champions have now faced their dragons... And so each of them will proceed to the next task. And now our fourth and final champion, Harry Potter." Dumbledore said.
Harry Emerged from an opening in one of the caves. The dragon he was facing being let out and chained. The dragon he was facing... A Hungarian horntail!? What the actual bloody hell. Why was this even a choice!? That's the most dangerous dragon!
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Tch, stupid potter gets to have the most dangerous dragon? rubbish. Oh he's lucky im a ferret right now. Tch. Damn Potter needing to show off. Oh if I could rant about this little boy who lived. Oh curse him and his stupid scar. "It's oddly quiet, huh... Draco really isn't here... Wonder what ever could have taken his attention away from pestering about Harry..."
Naomi said. Oh of course it's quite stupid. I can't speak! Oh... I can't stay mad at her, even though she's a pain.... You really cant hate this girl even if she was the death of ya... Okay, for her sake.... I hope dumb Potter wins.
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Fanfiction(ON PAUSE) Naomi Skies. a pure-blood witch, with vitiligo. being a kind Slytherin, she is always a target of Draco Malfoy's absurdness. she has survived these first three years at Hogwarts, but... when things change, how will she react? with the Yul...
