"Sit down please." Dumbledore called throughout the Great Hall, standing beside the Goblet of Fire, everyone turning to him in anticipation. "And now the moment you've all been waiting for: the champions selection!" Everyone was silent with anxiety, as he approached the blue flame. It suddenly went a bright red, and a small piece of paper flew out from the flame into the air, allowing Dumbledore to catch it. "The Durmstrang champion is ... Viktor
Krum!" The Durmstrang crowd roared, Krum's expression hardly changing from his serious expression to the small smile he wore as he stood and went to
The crowd silenced nearly instantly as a blue paper flew out, and fluttered down gently for Dumbledore to catch. "The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur
Delacour!" The girls from Beauxbatons let out their own cheers, Fleur standing and walking out prettily, Harry nudging Ron as he watched her walk away, a third paper flying out, Dumbledore snatching it from the air and reading it, almost anxiously. This was his student, his champion, and he was hoping for a good one. "The Hogwarts champion..." Diana took Angelina's hand in her own, Angelina squeezing hers tightly. "Cedric Diggory." Hufflepuff shrieked as one with excitement, Ron groaning and dropping his head on the table, Angelina sighing but keeping good sport and clapping for him as he went back with the other two
"Excellent! we now have our three champions!" Dumbledore called, silencing the crowd again. "But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory: the tri-wizard cup!" They all clapped again as Crouch revealed the cup, but Diana noticed Snape looking in the other direction, at the Goblet. She turned, and witnessed what many of the others took a moment to see. The Goblet was red again, more wild than before, as if it were combusting, and a fourth name flew out from it. Dumbledore hurriedly snatched it from the air, and with a shaking hand, read from the tiny slip of torn notebook paper.
"Harry Potter." He whispered, sounding as though he scarcely believed it himself. "Harry Potter?" He looked around the room, Diana feeling the blood drain from her face as Harry sat back down in his seat, her quickly taking his hand into hers. There was no way, no way, Harry was going to compete in that tournament. "Harry Potter!" Dumbledore shouted again, clearly losing his wits, and Hermione nudged Harry up.
"Go on Harry." She murmured, Harry fighting her, but she pushed him forward. "Harry for goodness sake." Harry stood up shakily, Diana shaking her head, her face pale.
"No." She whispered pleadingly. "Oh, Merlin, no." But Harry slowly made his way to the front of the room, his head spinning and his legs on autopilot as voices whispered around him.
"He's a cheat! He's not even seventeen
yet!" Shouted one voice as Harry took the paper from Dumbledore, who's face was a mixture of pity and anger, and headed to the back.
"Harry!" The silence of the room was interrupted by Diana's shout as she stood up and ran for the back room, ignoring the looks she earned and the whispers she could hear as she ran in. "Harry!" she ran into the room, the teachers close behind her, Harry backing away from them, the other three champions confused.
"Harry!" Dumbledore hurried over to him and put his hand on Harry's shoulder, Harry falling back, nervous. Dumbledore looked like a madman! "Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"
"No sir!" He said quickly, too frightened to even think.
"Did you ask one of the older students
to do it for you?"
"No sir!"
"You're absolutely sure?" Dumbledore seemed almost scared of Harry's actions.
"Yes sir!" Harry nearly said "no" again, but caught himself.
"Well of course he is lying!" Madame Maxime shouted furiously.
"To hell with you!" Diana tried to run at her, but Snape held out his arm to stop her, Cedric running up behind her to do the same. "Harry wouldn't lie!" She shouted furiously.
"The hell he is." Mad-Eye growled as he hobbled over. "The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object,
only an exceptionally powerful conjurer
could have hoodwinked it. Magic way
beyond the talents of a fourth year." Karkaroff came over, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed as he came over to Mad-Eye.
"You seem to have given this a fair bit
of thought Mad-Eye." He murmured, going eye to eye with the one eyed man, who's mechanical eye whirred to meet Karkaroff's.
"It was once my job to think as dark wizards do Karkaroff, perhaps you remember?" He growled, and Diana looked to Harry, her worry levels increasing with each glance that was passed around and each word that was said.
"That doesn't help Alastor." Dumbledore told him, trying to keep himself and everyone else calm now, before turning to Crouch. "I'll leave this to you Barty." Crouch looked between the Potters, the teachers, the other champions, then finally back to Dumbledore, then at the ground.
"The rules are absolute, the Goblet of
Fire constitutes a binding magical contract." He admitted, Diana shaking her head quickly, panicking, her heart pounding. "Mr. Potter has no choice, he is as of tonight... a tri-wizards champion."
"No!" Diana shrieked, pulling away from Snape and running at Crouch, grabbing his arm. "Can't we do anything? Who's representing the Goblet in court? Who's enforcing the contract that binds Harry into the tournament? What's that silly Goblet going to do if Harry doesn't compete?!" Snape and McGonagall ran over, Crouch nearly falling over as she shook his arm.
"Miss Potter!" McGonagall exclaimed, Crouch pulling away from her.
"Get off me, woman!" He shouted furiously, adjusting his cloak as she ran over to Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore, there must be something we can do!" Dumbledore shook his head.
"Diana, the contract of the Goblet of Fire is equivalent to that of the Unbreakable Vow." She crumbled at his words.
"And there's nothing we can do?" She practically begged, Dumbledore shaking his head. She backed away slowly, looking to Harry as her eyes filled with tears.
"Diana." Harry walked towards her.
"No." She choked out, sniffling.
"Diana, come on-"
"No!" She ran out of the room, Harry stopping in his tracks, feeling a tear land on his extended hand.
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WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!
De TodoI debated this for a while, and decided to do it. These are chapters or small bits that I want to put into my stories in the future! I type them all the time, and decided to let you guys see them early! But I you don't want to see any of them, then...
