Princess of Gryffindor (Harry Potter x Reader) (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 5: Dumbledore Asked Calmly

Your POV
Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the chest that had been placed nearby. The lid creaked open, and he reached inside and pulled out a large, roughly cut wooden cup. It would have been somewhat plain if not for the bright blue flames that filled the cup. He closed the casket and put the cup on top for everyone to see.
"Anyone wishing to submit themselves as a champion must write their name and school clearly on a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet. Aspiring champions have twenty four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the name of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the Great Hall tonight where it will be freely accessible to those wishing to compete."
Looking around once again, Dumbledore said, "To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation, I will be drawing and age line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the Great Hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line. Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament to the end. The placing of your name in the Goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly preparing to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."
We all rose and began to leave the great hall.
"Are you going to enter? You are seventeen after all," I asked Fleur.
"Perhaps, but I must think about it first." I nodded and told her goodnight, as she had to go with the rest of her school.
Next morning we all, except for Fleur, were in the Great Hall to see who was going to enter the tournament.
"Eternal glory. Be brilliant, wouldn't it? In three years from now we'll be old enough to be chosen," Ron said wistfully.
"Yeah, well better you than me, mate," Harry said. The twins came running in.
"Well, lads we've done it! Cooked it up this morning!" They said confidently. Hermione and I looked at each other, and simultaneously said,
"It's not going to work." The twins just looked at us and then sat on either sides of us.
"Oh yeah? Why's that, Granger and Gryffindor?"
"Because Dumbledore himself drew that age line."
"So?" Fred, I think, asked.
Hermione slammed her book shut in annoyance. "So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something as pathetically dim witted as an aging potion."
"That's why it's so brilliant." With that, the twins stood up, drank the bottles and jumped across the age line. Nothing seemed to happen, so they cheered. Then they put their names in the flame and high fives each other. The flames flew up and they were flung across the rom onto the floor. When they got up, they had long white beards and full heads of grey hair.
"You said-!"
"You said-!" They rolled around, fighting on the floor as the crowd cheer. It soon became quiet as we noticed someone else walking up to the cup. It was Viktor Krum. He locked eyes with Hermione, and I nudged her teasingly. I saw Fleur walk over to us.
"I'm going to enter," She said quietly. I widened my eyes.
"Good luck!" She smiled, walking away, and put her name in the Goblet.
Dinner seemed to take ages. We all finished our food in record time. Dumbledore seemed to purposely eat slowly, but he finally finished. The Goblet turned from blue flames to bright red flames.
"Now, the moment you've all been waiting for: The Selection of the Champions."
Dumbledore approached the flames, and a piece of parchment comes flying out, right into his hand.
"And the Durmstrang Champion is..... Viktor Krum!"  Everyone cheered, and I distinctly heard Ron whisper to Harry,
"No surprises there."
Another name came flying out.
"The Champion for Beauxbatons...." I held my breath. Part of me hoped that Fleur would be chosen, but the other part was afraid of what could possibly happen to her.
"Is Fleur Delacour!" I cheered and clapped as she went into the adjacent room that Krum had just gone into. All that was left was Hogwarts. The last name came flying out.
"The Champion for Hogwarts..... Is Cedric Diggory!" All of the great hall clapped and hollered! "Cedric" was a (rather handsome) Hufflepuff seeker, if my memory was right.
"Excellent!" said Dumbledore. "And now that we have our three champions...." My attention was drawn to the Goblet. It was still bright red. A collective gasp ran through the hall as a fourth name was spewed out. Dumbledore looked astonished but read the parchment anyway.
"Harry Potter," he said CALMLY. The whole hall became silent. Harry awkwardly walked up to Dumbledore, but unlike the other champions, was not offered a handshake or even a smile. I stared into space. This is supposed to be the Triwizard Tournament, not the Quadwizard Tournament! I don't know what's happening, but I know one thing. Harry didn't put his name in the Goblet. For one thing, he has enough attention that he doesn't like in the least bit, so why would he want to get more? It doesn't add up, but one thing is certain. Something, or maybe someone, isn't what or who they seem to be. And that's what we need to figure out.

A/N
Finally done with this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing the ending. It's very cliff
hanger-y. I know, that's not a word, but it works. But also....

No, I'm not letting you see what's in it. But, I will tell you this. I'm going to have it out somewhat soon! Hope you all enjoy this chapter!