Harry Potter and his sister Alison

Chapter 11

Alison sighed as she and Sarah sat down next to Harry and his friends. "Learning magic sounded fun at first and then you walk into History of Magic."

Harry chuckles and kisses her cheek. "Yeah I know what you mean. It's the most boring class I've ever been in."

Ali laughs a bit. "Even more boring than Divination?"

Harry and Ron laugh shaking their heads. "Divination is just weird."

"Shh!" Hermione hissed. "It's starting."

They look over at the front of the Great Hall when the flames inside the goblet turned red suddenly and sparks began to fly from it. A tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry and Alison saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up to Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

The clapping and chatting soon died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red one more. A second piece of piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Alison, Hermione, and Ginny all rolled their eyes as Ron and Harry literally began to drool over the blonde who had gracefully gotten to her feet and walked between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables then also disappeared into the same side door Viktor had gone through.

As soon as Fleur had left, the Hall fell silent once more. The Hogwarts champion was next...

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

The loud, rambunctious applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again. He had begun to talk about how each school had to fully support and cheer on their champion when he stopped suddenly by the sudden change in color of the fire in the goblet again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Dumbledore grabbed the parchment paper. He held it out and stared at the name written on it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out-

"Harry Potter."

Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He had not heard correctly.

The just dead silent Hall filled with a low buzz as the students turned to look at one another and began to whisper things back and forth. Harry slowly turned and saw a confused and horrified expression on his younger sister's face and blank stares from his friends which he couldn't figure out was a good or bad thing.

He heard Dumbledore call his name again but it was much louder this time.

"Go." Hermione whispered, giving him a little push towards the front.