(Y/n) POV

The Golden Quartet are on the train going back to Hogwarts and because I was still feeling pain in my chest from the spell at the World Cup, Hermione was insistent, no adamant, about letting me rest for the train ride and for one reason or another she tells me to lay my head on her lap, in her words because of limited space in the compartment. While we ride the train Hermione is reading the Daily Prophet about said World Cup, when the snack trolley was heard passing by. Ron and I both got up to meet the nice lady.

Attendant: Anything from the trolley, dears?

Ron: Packet of droobles and a Licorice Wand. *thinks* On second thought just the droobles.

(Y/n): Uh, 2 chocolate frogs, a dozen pumpkin pasties and 5 Licorice wands.

I sit back down and hand Hermione a chocolate frog and tear into the rest of the snacks.

Hermione: This is horrible. How could the Ministry not know who conjured it? Wasn't there any security or what?

Ron: Loads. According to dad. That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses.

(Y/n): They had to have been posing as civilians to get by security without arousing suspicion.

Hermione: *notices Harry* It's hurting again, isn't it? Your scar?

Harry: I'm fine.

Hermione: You know Sirius will want to hear about this. What you saw at the world cup and the dream.

Harry did just that and sent Hedwig on her way, while Hermione laid me back down, I swear she worries too much. We arrive at Hogwarts and get all our stuff unloaded and ride the carriages to the school. We arrive and see what appears to be a flying fancy looking carriage being pulled quite violently by Pegasi, Hagrid tries to direct the carriages landing but ends up diving for cover to acoid being hit.

Fred: Well, there's something you don't see everyday.

(Y/n): Look to the sea!

Everyone looks to see a ship rise out of the bay, but we are all then hustled into the school and get ready for dinner. In the Great Hall we go through the normal routine of sorting the first years into their houses and let me tell you Gryffindor got some talent this year. Dumbeldore steps up and quiets us down.

Dumbeldore: Now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. Hogwarts will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well.

Dumbeldore doesn't get to finish as Filch came up to him in a suit and running in a weird way. Dumbeldore and Filch whisper and Filch then runs back out of the Great Hall and Dumbeldore continues.

Dumbeldore: So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Triwizard Tournament.

This gets a very excited reaction from everybody and even I'm interested now.

Dumbeldore: Now for those of you who don't know. The Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone and trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint hearted. But more of that later, for now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madam Maxime!

Just then the doors to the Great Hall open up and a line of well dressed ladies come walking down the aisle and they act exactly how they're dressed like fricking princesses, as they briskly jog down towards the front they all use some sort of magic and butterflies appear and mesmerize most of the audience. While the boys cheered loudly as the presentation finished, Hermione looked at me not cheering nearly as much as the other boys.

Hermione: What's the matter? Didn't you like that?

(Y/n): They're, fine. But they care more about their beauty than their skills as witches.

Ginny: What if Hermione wore something like that?

(Y/n): *as Hermione blushes* Then I'd be interested...*eyes widen* Um, that is-

Ginny can barely contain her laughter as Both Hermione and I turn red with embarrassment. Then Dumbeldore grabs everyone's attention again.

Dumbeldore: And now our friends from the north! Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their High master, Igor Karkaroff!

The wizards of Durmstrang put on a mush more manly show, which was fine but I could probably do a better job than them. I was surprised to learn that Viktor Krum was a member of this school, though. The Durmstrang wizards end their performance with a dragon made of fire. With that the feast got underway and Ginny started teasing Hermione again about the Durmstrangs, I didn't pay her any mind as I started eating. As the feast came to a close Dumbeldore started to explain the Triwizard Tounament to everyone.

Dumbeldore: I'd like to say a few words. *touches a golden case* Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do so, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.

Fred/George: Wicked.

Dumbeldore: Because of this, the Ministry has decided to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the haed of the Department of International Cooperation, Mr. Batremus Crouch.

Before Dumbeldore can go any further, a clap of thunder is heard from the magic ceiling and it starts raining.

Hermione: (Y/n)?

(Y/n): This isn't me.

I am quick to react though, I stand up and raise my wand in the air and use my powers to dispel the storm. Needless to say this got astonished reactions from everyone especially our guest schools.

Dumbeldore: Thank you, Mr. (L/n).

I simply nod and sit back down, until I get punched by Hermione.

(Y/n): *whispers* Ow, what was that for?!

Hermione: *whispers* You showoff!

(Y/n): *whispers* What did I do?!

Harry: Guys, who is that next to the door there?

Ron: Bloody hell, that's Mad-eye Moody.

Hermione: Alastor Moody. The auror.

Dean: Auror?

(Y/n): Dark wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him.

Ron: He's supposed to looney these days.

Crouch: Ahem, after due consideration, the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen will be aloud to partake in the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final and will not be changed.

Damn, well there goes my chance. This announcement got a negative reaction from most of the student body and were booing the Ministry until Dumbeldore yelled at everyone to remain silent. Dumbeldore then raised his wand and the golden case seemed to melt away and reveal a ancient looking stone goblet. I recognized this artifact but have never seen it in person, then the goblet ignited a blue flame and Dumbeldore explains.

Dumbeldore: The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves in the tournament need only write their name on a piece of parchment and throw it into the flames before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen, there's no turning back. As of this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun.

As we head to our dormitories for the night I am frequently stopped by the students of the foreign schools and asked questions about my display in the Great Hall. I try pass them by but ultimately was the last one to the Gryffindor Common Room. I make it and close the door and see Hermione still awake.

(Y/n): Look, Hermione about what I said in the Great Hall, I didn't mean to make it weird or offensive in any way. I'm sorry.

Hermione: Oh not to worry, Ginny put us in that position, no apologies necessary.

(Y/n): There is another thing I could use your help with this year, if your up for it?

Hermione: What do you need?

I then explain my new training regiment while I'm here at school this year and she surprisingly agreed to help. We then tell each other good night and head to bed.

Next Morning

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Moody: Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror. Ministry of malcontent and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbeldore asked me. End of story. Goodbye. The end. Any questions. Now, when it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. Now, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?

Hermione: *hesitantly* Three, sir.

Moody: And they are so named?

Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. Any use of one of them will-

Moody: Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban, correct. Now the Ministry says you're too young to see what these curse do, I say different. You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared! You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!

Seamus: *whispers* The old codger can see in the back of his head.

Moody then throws his chalk at Seamus.

Moody: And hear across classrooms! *approaches the desks* So, which curse shall we see first. Weasley!

Ron: Yes?

Moody: Stand. *Ron stands slowly* Give us a curse.

Ron: Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperious curse.

Moody: Oh yeah, your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why.

As Ron sits back down Moody proceeds to grab a cave spider from a container on his desk. First he makes it bigger, then casts the Imperious curse and flings the spider past several students and while I thought Draco's reaction was pretty funny, Hermione and I ultimately never showed any amusement in this demonstration.

Moody: *laughs* Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? *serious tone* Drown herself? *brings the spider back to his hand* Scores of witches and wizards claimed that they only did You-know-who's bidding, under the influence of the Imperious curse. Bit here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars?

Moody then asks for another curse and Neville is called upon, and Neville confided in me during our second year what happened to his parents and I did not have a good feeling about this at all. Neville rises.

Moody: Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology.

Nevilee: There's, um, the Cruciatus Curse.

Moody: Correct! Correct! Come, come. particularly nasty. The torture curse. Crucio!

The spider starts writhing in pain and as Neville starts having horrible flashbacks, I start to get up as Hermione yells.

Hermione: Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!

I don't give Moody the chance to stop and shove him into a chair and turn Neville to me and try to get his attention and calm him down. I end up leading Neville back to his desk and kneeling down next to him as Moody recovers and stands back up. Draco tried to make a slur but I simply rip a desk out of the floor and throw it near him shattering it into tiny splinters and threaten Draco to rip his head off if he speaks again during class. Moody, instead of apologizing, picks up the spider and sets it in front of Hermione.

Moody: Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Ms. Granger?

Hermione couldn't bear it and shakes her head no while holding back tears.

Moody: No? Avada Kedavra!

The curse kills the spider instantly, and Moody explains.

Moody: The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it and he's sitting in this room.

He then approaches a nervous Harry and I remember Harry telling me about his dream and that it involved this curse. Class ends and I stay with Neville to make sure he's okay, Hermione and the others comment on Moody's audacity to perform those curses in a classroom. Speak of the devil, moody comes down and after persuading me he leads Neville back to his study for some tea.

In the Great Hall

Hermione is reading a book as I watch several wizards put their names into the Goblet of Fire, Cedric being one of them.

(Y/n): Eternal glory. How cool would that be?

Hermione: You should already be proud of what have already accomplished.

(Y/n): Heh, except Harry gets all the credit.

Hermione: Don't let that stop you from being you. You have always done everything you can to help others. Remember what you said to me our first year, and Ron was being a salty git about my being smart enough to get the spell right the first time? Never let what others say stop you from being you. So while Harry may be given the credit for some of your feats don't let that trip you up.

(Y/n): Hmph, you always do know what to say. Thanks Hermione.

Fred/George: Yes!

The clown twins run into the Great Hall and are given a welcoming applause by a lot of the younger students.

(Y/n): *whispers* How much you want to bet they get turned into old men when they cross that age line?

Hermione: I say it will happen when they put their names in. Alright, you're on. 5 sickles?

(Y/n): Deal.

Fred: Well lads, we've done it.

George: Cooked it up just this morning.

Hermione: It's not going to work.

Fred: Oh yeah?

George: And why's that, Granger?

(Y/n): See this *points to age line* This is and age line. Dumbeldore drew it himself.

George: So?

Hermione: *closes book* So, a genius like Dumbeldore couldn't possibly be fooled by something as dimwitted as an aging potion.

Fred: Yeah, but that's why it's so brilliant.

George: Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.

(Y/n): You know that doesn't make sense right?

George: Ready Fred?

Fred: Ready George.

Fred/George: Bottoms up.

THey drink the potion and hop inside the age line. Proud that they've beaten the age line the dorks then try to put their names into the Goblet of Fire. After putting them in the twins cheer but then the Goblet of Fire then retaliates and smacks the boys away and turns them into old men. I end up givinh Hermione her sickles

Hermione: Thank you for playing, Mr. (L/n).

(Y/n): Alright, take your sickles, Ms. Granger.

The twins proceed to fight each other and while I would be semi interested, it amounted to a baby's version of play fighting. So I just sat next Hermione and at my lunch. The crowd then quiets down as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the Goblet and then gives Hermione a weird look and for some reason it put me on edge, Hermione responds with just scooching closer to me and leaning her head against my shoulder and continues to read. Viktor walks away and I ask.

(Y/n): Is it just me, or was he looking at you funny?

Hermione: He was trying to flirt with me.

(Y/n): I'm sorry, what?

Hermione: Wow, you really don't get out do you?

(Y/n): Hey, it's not my fault my dad keeps me cooped up inside the house all the time.

Hermione: Flirting, is when you're trying to attract someone for more amusement rather than actual love.

(Y/n): Oh. Sorry.

Hermione: *laughs* There's no need to be sorry. Just keep being you.

(Y/n): Yes, Ma'am.

Timeskip Thursday Night

Everyone is gathered in the Great Hall for the Champion selection, Dumbeldore calls for everyone's attention and we all sit down.

Dumbeldore: Now the moment you've all been waiting for. The Champion selection!

Dumbeldore dims the torches and waits for the Goblet to spew out the first name. Dumbeldore catches the piece of parchment.

Dumbeldore: The Durmstrang Champion is, Viktor Krum!

*APPLAUSE*

Viktor walks up to Dumbeldore and the Professor shows Viktor where to go and wait for the other champions. The Goblet of Fire then spews out another name.

Dumbeldore: The Champion from Beauxbatons, is Fleur Delacour!

*APPLAUSE*

Fleur then goes to join Viktor and the Goblet spews out the last Champions name.

Dumbeldore: The Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory!

*APPLAUSE*

Cedric walks to Dumbeldore and joins the other champions.

Dumbeldore: Excellent! We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory. The Triwizard Cup!

Dumbeldore reveals the magnificent cup that the champions are fighting for. Hermione then taps my knee and points to the Goblet.

Hermione: Is that supposed to be doing that?

(Y/n): *looks at Goblet* No.

Dumbeldore and everyone else soon sees what the Goblet as it spews out one more piece of parchment, Dumbeldore catches it and reads the name on it.

Dumbeldore: Harry Potter. *crowds whispers* Harry Potter. HARRY POTTER!

Hermione finally pushes Harry towards the Professor's position, Ron has a jealous scowl on his face while I simply Rub the bridge of my nose and sigh.

(Y/n): *to self* Well, here we go again.

Harry goes to join the other champions as various people in the crowd cast slurs and outrages towards Harry. This year will definitely be an interesting one now.

(A/N): Well, here we go. Harry has been selected to compete in the tournament. How will our heroes handle this outcome and how, if able, will they cope and help Harry survive? Tune in next time, as the adventure continues.

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