white roses // neville longbottom

thirty-nine

i sit next to hermione as people but their name in the goblet. cedric's friends push him into the circle. he puts his name in the goblet and everyone claps. oh no..the twins run in cheering for themselves. everyone joins in. "well, lads, we've done it." fred says. "cooked it up just this morning." george says. "it's not going to work." hermione says closing her book. "oh yeah?" fred asks as the twins get on either side of us. "and why is that granger?" george asks. "you see this? this is an age line. dumbledore drew it himself." hermione says. "so?" fred asks. "so, a genius like dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an aging potion." "but there's why it's so brilliant." "because it's so pathetically dimwitted." the twins says and stand up. the shake the potion. "ready fred?" ready george." they link arms. "bottoms up." they says and drink the potion. they jump into the age line and nothing happens. everyone cheers. they put their names in and cheer again. the goblet goes crazy. fred and george are flung out of the age line. when they sit up they're grandparents. "fight fight fight fight!" everyone shouts. i stand up and walk out of the opposite. i walk down a hall and see cedric standing alone. i walk over to him. "hi cedric." i say. "oh..hi.. y/n, was it?" he asks. i nod. "good to see you again." he says smiling. "cedric, why did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" i ask. he shrugs. "there's a chance of eternal glory." "there's also a chance of you dying." i say. he leans off of the wall. "don't be so negative, i'll see you around y/n." he says and walks off.

-in the great hall-

i sit down next to ron. "now the member you've all been waiting for: the champion selection." dumbledore says and dims the flames all around. he brings his hand to the goblet. the flame turns pink for a moment and spits a name out. "the durmstrang champion is viktor krum." dumbledore says. all of the boys from durmstrang cheer. krum stands up and shakes dumbledores hand. the flames turn pink again and another name flies. "the champion from beauxbatons is fleur delacour." dumbledore says. fleur walks up and shakes dumbledores hand. another name flies out. "the hogwarts champion, cedric diggory!" oh god...not cedric. anyone but cedric. cedric stands up and all of hogwarts cheers. "excellent! we now have our three champions. but in the end, only one will go down in history. only one will hoist the chalice of champions. the triwizard cup!" dumbledore shouts and lifts up a covering to reveal the beautiful trophy. the flames on the goblet of fire begin to go crazy. dumbledore slowly walks up to it. the flames turn pink. another name flies out. "harry potter." dumbledore says quietly. "harry potter?" dumbledore says louder. we all look at harry. "no. no." hagrid says. "harry potter!" dumbledore shouts. "go on harry." hermione says. harry stays still. "harry for goodness sake." she says and forces him up. how could he. how could he put his name in there. harry slowly walks up to dumbledore. no one says a word. he walks to the champions. "he's a cheat!" "he's not even 17 yet!" i can't believe him. i cannot believe him.

-back in the common room-

"bloody idiot." i say sitting on ron's bed. harry was still gone with the other champions. ron doesn't say anything. "he's going to get himself killed." i say. "i'm quite worried for him." neville says sitting on ron's bed as well. "he's a bloody cheat that's what he is. now get off my bed!" ron says and waves us away. i scoff and lay on nevilles bed. "what's got your knickers in a twist?" i ask. "who said you could be on my bed either?" neville asks. i roll my eyes and sit up. i sling my legs over the side of nevilles bed. "i know when i'm not wanted." i say and walk out of the boys dorms. bloody dramatic, both of them.