Lauren A. Black (my Harry Potter oc)

The First Task (Age 12)

It was breakfast time and the students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang crowded around the great hall. Harry sat at his seat and stared at the plate of food in front of him. 

"Hey Harry," Lauren greeted the wizard, sitting down next to him and stealing a treacle tart from his plate. He didn't move. Lauren tilted her head as she took a bite out of the tart, analyzing him. Her gaze settled on the troubled look on his face and as she dug deeper into his eyes, she saw how terrified he was. "What's wrong?"she asked him. Finally he spoke. 

"Dragons," he muttered, so quietly that Lauren could barely hear him over the noise of other students. 

"What about them?"she questioned. "Don't tell me Hagrid won another one at a card game." Harry shook his head. 

"No," he said gravely. "That's the first task," Lauren's eyes widened. 

"Dragons," she repeated. "Dang it Harry," she complained, throwing the treacle tart on her plate. "Why do you get to have all the fun?" Harry stared at her. 

"Fun?" he said nervously, "Lauren, I'm as good as dead!" She glanced at him. 

"Yeah, that's about right," she said plainly. "For your sake I hope you get an Antipodean Opaleye." 

"What's an Antipodean Opaleye?"

"The least aggressive kind of dragon," Lauren said, as if this was common knowledge. "The Hungarian Horntail is the most aggressive," she added. Harry pushed his plate away and plunked his head against the table. 

"I'm so dead," he said ruefully. 

"No you're not," Lauren insisted. "I'll help you." He looked up at her. 

"Really?"

"Really."

2 days later....

Lauren and Harry were in the library. 

"There are 10 breeds  of dragons, and from what I got out of Hagrid, the two more dangerous ones are going to be the Hungarian Horntail and the Chinese Fireball,or as it is sometimes known, the Liondragon," Lauren explained. "And I really pity the person who picks that Horntail." Harry nodded. She sat down next to him and started to explain the weaknesses of the other possible dragons that could be in the competition. But throughout the lesson, both of them  noticed a small buzzing noise, as if there was a beetle nearby. As dinner approached and they begin to pack up, Lauren hear the familiar sound of a camera, taking a picture. But as she turned around, she saw no one. 

"Don't worry about it," Harry said. "Someone was probably taking a picture of Victor Krum or somebody," Lauren narrowed her eyes in suspicion. 

"Probably,"she agreed. 

The Task...

Lauren stood in the stands between George and Marian as the announcer's voice boomed out. 

"And now our Fourth champion, Mr. Harry Potter will face off against the Hungarian Horntail!" Lauren's heart dropped and she sank to the floor of the stands and buried her head in her hands. 

"Oh no," she muttered. 

"What is it?"Marian asked her. 

"Harry is going to die." Lauren said factually. Marian's eyes widened.

The next day...

Lauren sat at breakfast between Harry and Neville, when Hermione stormed in, red faced, and threw The Daily Prophet down on the table. Lauren glanced at the paper and spotted a heart shaped photo of Harry and Hermione hugging. 

"This is absolutely ridiculous," Hermione declared. "Listen. Our youngest Triwizard champion, Mr. Harry Potter has found himself a love interest with Ms. Hermione Granger-" Hermione continued but Lauren didn't hear the rest. She burst out laughing so hard she fell off her seat and continued to roll on the ground, laughing her head off. Harry looked completely horrified by the article and Hermione was so mad that she was unconsciously tearing the paper. Lauren was still laughing when Dumbledore stood up and said, 

"All Gryffindor students are to report to the Transfiguration classroom after breakfast, Slytherins to the Potions classroom, Ravenclaws to Charms, and Hufflepuffs will remain in the Great Hall." The students did so and as Lauren sat among the other Gryffindors, she found herself growing excited as McGonagall explained the Yule Ball.