Forever Yours

Chapter uno

Harry Potter."

Harry just sat in his seat, dumfounded. What was his name doing in the Goblet? How had it even gotten in there? "HARRY POTTER!" Hermoine nudged him forward. His mind was so full of questions, that he just stared blankly at Dumbledore as he dragged his feet toward the old man. He heard his classmates muttering in uncertain tones. They too, wondered how The-Boy-Who-Liveed managed to get his name into the running. Harry could hear all of them. Some were envyous of his succssessful attempt whilist theirs got them landed into the Hospital wing. Others were confused. The rest seemed to think this was a normal occuring thing, Harry getting put into dangerous situations such as this.

But there was one voice that stood out to Harry. Draco Malfoys voice- his tone somewhat amused- flew right into Harry's ear, as if it was an owl that had a letter for someone inside. "Can you see the look on Potter! HA! when he had someone put his name into the Goblet, maybe he should have got it through his thick skull that people have died." But Harry already knew that. And, he thought, I never wanted my name in the Goblet. Did someone just assume that just because as a baby i defeated Voldemort and was forced into other situations that i would want this? It was completely absurd. When Harry reached the High Table (name of table?), Dumbledore pushed him into a differtent room.

"Do zey want us back in ze Hall?", Fleur Delacour asked Harry. Dumbledore walked into the room. "HARRY DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FYIAHHH?!?" (he asked camly)

~Tardis Ride!~

The first task was coming up fast, and still Harry had no clue what he was doing. Dragons, he thought. What am I going to do against a dragon?!? He had been pouring over every book he could find about dragons, savouring the information on every last page. Aparently, just threaten Harry with a dragon, and he studied harder than Hermione. Book after book, page after page, word after word, and Harry still had no idea how to defeat the dragon. Hermione sometimes helped him, but it was in vain. The had found nothing. "thats it.", Harry slumped down in his chair, "im done. If I die, I die." Harry and Hermione had been studying all saturday. The tournament was in less than a week. "HARRY! Dont say thing like that!" Harry sighed, but nodded. He looked down at the book he was reading, The reliable book on dragons. He had just finished it. He shut the book and sighed once more. Then, he noticed something. There was a loose page. But Harry had not read a page that was falling out of the book. He swiftly pulled it out. It was just a spare peice of parchment. On it were the words, 'Use your broom. Make the broom come to you. Use a summoning spell to make the broom come to the arena. and, just, dont die, okay?' It was signed with a question mark. "Mr.Potter?"

Moody was behind him. "yes,sir?" Moody said nothing, but beckoned Harry to follow him. Harry did what was told. "Do you know what you are going to do?" Harry nodded. Moody pulled a look. "well? What is it?", he asked. Harry explained about using a spell to summon his broom. Moody nodded, and then sent Harry away.

~With Draco~

'Why did i give him that? He could have seen! I dont even know myself why i put the darn parchment in his book! How would I have explained?' Drcao scolded himself as he walked through the halls toward his domitory. He was very confused about his own actions. He had a sudden jolt of fear when Harry was chosen, and now he helped the bloke. What was going on in Draco's subconsious?

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Heylo peepal! First Drarry so please excuse my horrid writing. Plus, ive been afraid to publish this for about 2 months minimum. Anyway, i hope you enjoyed and all that other mushy author shit.