I went to the room of requirement for the first time that year the day before the first task. It was a Saturday and I thought long and hard about Snape's words, about harry, my part to play and even Cedric crossed my mind. They had gone though wand testing and interviews today. Harry, somewhat warmed up to me again although I knew the dust wasn't going to be settled for long, Told me and Hermione about this reporter called Retta Skeeter, Who dragged harry into a cupboard to interrogate him. Hermione huffed when she heard the name. I remember the conversation at breakfast that morning.
"She is nothing but a gossip reporter who feeds on lies and half truths." Hermione scoffed and i could tell she was holding back a full on rant.
"She is going to give us trouble, the head lines are a bit fuzzy though" I said as I nibbled at piece of bacon.
"Headlines" I jumped at her outburst.
"It's one path, it might not happen" I tried to relax her, swallowed my bacon and stood up. "Anyway, I can't give away details about the tournament tomorrow, but I can say, stay away from the pumpkin juice, drink a glass of water and at least try to swallow down a few pieces of toast and remember you're the Best seeker in Gryffindor, you should practice" I winked at him before turning to leave.
The Room had the same home feel in its living room setting, however what had changed was now there was a row of guitars. There were all types however, I went for the acoustic guitar. I smirked when i saw the familiar carving.
"So similar but not the same" I mused to myself. I hadn't made up with Ron yet, because I wanted him to learn and see the dangerous situation harry had been put in. Not only that but Harry had received a lot of negative attention from the rest of the house. Hufflepuffs were annoyed because Harry sole Hufflepuffs chance to shine which didn't happen often and most Ravenclaws sided with Hufflepuff and The Slytherins just wanted an occasion to rage war on Gryffindor. Many didn't believe that Harry didn't put his name in, rather got someone older to put it in under a different school. The Slytherins how somehow crafted magic badges which flashed between a yellow background with black writing saying 'support Cedric the real Hogwarts champion' and a green background flashing 'potter stinks!'. I had to admit it was clever magic but it was horrible and I didn't like it one bit. I even confronted Cedric about it when He tried to speak with me.
"The Badges are so childish, you should tell them you believe harry" I had said.
"I didn't make the badges and I have tried telling my friends but they won't listen, I'm just a Hufflepuff" Cedric ran his hand though his hair.
"Make them listen then, Cedric. You're not just a Hufflepuff, You have a courage many Gryffindor haven't got and an intelligence to match. Don't sell yourself short" I had before leaving, making my way to the Room where I was know.
I truth was I was scared that what i was seeing wasn't the truth so i didn't want to see at all, so I was here. I pulled the strap of the guitar over my shoulder. I strummed, the sound making me shiver. How I had missed it. It was like an addict getting there fix.
(Giving tree by the plain white T's)
"All the leaves on the Giving Tree have fallen
No shade to crawl in underneath
I've got scars from a pocket knife
Where you carved your heart into me
If all you wanted was love
Why would you use me up
Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?
I lie in the dead of night and I wonder
Whose covers you're between
And it's sad laying in his bed
You feel hollow, so you crawl home back to me
If all you wanted was love
Why would you use me up
Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?
Well, I see a trail that starts
A line of broken hearts behind you
That lead you back to me
The once sad and lonely fool
With nothing left but roots to show, oh
If all you wanted was love
Why would you use me up
Cut me down, build a boat, and sail away
When all I wanted to be was your giving tree
Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?
Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?"
Hearing my voice echo and mix with the sound of the guitar was like a breath of fresh air. I felt as if everything loosen. I took in a breath placed down the guitar and left the room of requirement.
The Next morning was hectic as I helped guide people to the stands of the magically build dragon fighter arena and finish organizing the champions tent when Fleur Delacour, Victor krum, Cedric and Harry were gathered. They all looked nervous, even the stony faced victor looked unnerved. I basically made sure shoe laces were tied but my mind was more on the future than the present.
"I don't see anything shall go wrong today, Expect a few minor burns, so don't worry you'll be fine" I tried to cheer them up, saying the middle part as quite as possible.
"What do you mean by see" I turned around to see a women with blonde hair and dress head to toe in acid green, "Reeta Skeeter" She stuck her hand out. "What would your name be young man, Care for an interview."
"Miss, I am going to have to asked you to leave, this is a tent reserved for the Champions" I guided her out the tent flap all the while she asked questions all the while.
10 minutes later Dumbledore, Karkaroof, Madam Maxine, Ludo Bagman and Mr Fudge entered and the tasked was explained.
"Does everyone understand" Ludo asked jollily. He was the announcer for the games and made my insides crawl.
"Taylor if you would" He handed me a dark draw string bag, I nodded already knowing what to do. I walked to Krum first, he reached into the small bag and pulled out a small red dragon, a small 2 on the side.
"Chinese Fireball, you will enter second " I muttered, walking to Cedric. He repeated and pulled out a yellow dragon, this one with a number three.
"Swedish short-snort, you will enter third" next was Fleur.
"Welsh Green, You will enter first" I saw her swallow and I nodded a silent you could do it. I already saw it happen. Last was Harry. He fumbled for the last figure. He out a black dragon.
"The Hungarian horn-face, you will enter last, you got to watch both ends" I muttered. Returning to Dumbledore's side.
"Good luck everyone"
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