Harry Potter positioned himself between Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson, while Hermione Granger settled herself between Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. The Slytherins glanced at the two Gryffindors with suspicious expressions, with Pansy being the first to break the silence. Her voice dripped with venomous sarcasm and disgust as she interrogated Harry, "What are you doing here, Potter?"
Granger, speaking on behalf of Harry, provided a concise response.
"Idiots, Weasley."
However, her words only caused more confusion among the Slytherins. Curiosity got the better of them, and they turned their attention towards the Gryffindors, but immediately redirected their gazes due to the intense and venomous glares emanating from the Gryffindors.
Draco took the opportunity to speak next, but his words were abruptly interrupted as Dumbledore began his speech. Suddenly, Filch burst into the room, exchanged words with Dumbledore, and hastily retreated. The arrival of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang followed suit, signaling the commencement of dinner. Draco's train of thought was sidetracked as Durmstrang students joined their table. Finding an available spot, Harry vacated his seat only to return as some of the Beauxbaton students sat as slythern.
Slythern common room.
Fleur Delacour was lounging on the plush couch, engrossed in a conversation about magical fashion spells with Daphne and Pansy. Across the room, Victor Krum was deeply engaged in a discussion with the Slytherin boys about Quidditch strategies. Igor Karkaroff and Madam Maxime were deep in conversation with Snape, discussing their inter-school relations.
Suddenly, the common room erupted in chaos as Hermione Granger dashed by, urgently shouting, "A highly agitated snake is on its way!" This announcement grabbed everyone's attention, and they anxiously turned towards the door just as Harry Potter burst through it. The door swiftly slammed shut, sealing off any escape route.
Harry wasted no time and stormed over to Marcus Flint, who was comfortably seated in front of the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. With a fierce yank, he pulled Flint out of the chair, sending him tumbling to the floor. Harry defiantly claimed the seat for himself and began muttering in Parseltongue, a language reserved for the snake-wielding wizards.
Enraged by Harry's audacity, Flint quickly stood up, brandishing his wand, and yelled, "What's the big idea, Potter? Do you think you own this place? Well, I'll show you!" However, before Flint could finish his threat, Harry swiftly grabbed him by the neck, forcefully bringing him closer. In a matter of seconds, Flint found himself released and fleeing from the scene.
Unluckily for Flint, his escape placed him next to Madam Maxime, who just witnessed his disrespectful behavior towards Harry. Without hesitation, she reprimanded him by smacking him on the head with her hand, causing him to crumple onto the floor in a disheveled heap.
Meanwhile, Fleur, observing the commotion, exchanged a concerned glance with Victor before getting up from the couch and gently kneeling down beside Harry's chair. In a tender and delicate voice, she addressed him, "Are you alright, Harry?"
Harry turned his gaze to Fleur, and for a fleeting moment, she glimpsed a raw, seething hatred in his eyes, which quickly dissipated. Overwhelmed with emotion, Harry broke down, burying his face in Fleur's embrace. Amidst his broken sobs, he vented his frustrations, "I absolutely despise Dumbledore. He sneaked in on my way here, and I suspect he tampered with the Goblet. It's always related to me, why can't I just have one year without something going wrong? Why?"
Fleur offered comfort by gently patting Harry's head and planting a tender kiss on it, silently assuring him that she was there for him.
October 31st.
As Cedric's name resonated in the air, a wave of enthusiasm and cheers swept through the crowd. However, the atmosphere soon shifted as the Goblet of Fire exhibited an unusual behavior, spitting out Harry's name instead. Surprisingly, Harry refused to budge from his spot, perplexing everyone. Nevertheless, the onlookers egged him on, encouraging him to proceed. Finally relenting, Harry cautiously made his way into the adjacent room.
In that very moment, Madame Maxime laid eyes on Harry; an instant recognition dawned upon her. Overwhelming emotions flooded her heart, and she enveloped the young boy in a tight embrace. Tenderly, she lifted him up, placing him on her arm so that he could rest his weary head upon her broad shoulder. Tears streamed down her face as the weight of the situation sunk in.
Observing the unfolding scene, Igor emerged from the shadows, his face twisted with rage. Cursing at Dumbledore and the Ministry officials who had arrived, he expressed his anger in no uncertain terms. Fluer, too, added her voice to the commotion, vehemently supporting Igor's resentment. Victor, always quick-witted, conjured up hexes to chastise the intruders.
Subsequently, Harry was swiftly escorted away from Hogwarts, finding solace in the familiarity of the Beauxbatons carriage. Unwavering in his loyalty, he refused to leave, whether it was Fluer's comforting presence or Maxime's protective embrace. Time ticked away as Harry continued to rest, the chaos of the outside world severed from his weary consciousness.
When the day of the first task arrived, however, everything changed.
First task:
When Harry's name was called, the Hungarian Horntail perked up and turned its attention towards the tent. Sure enough, a little boy walked out, causing the dragon to tremble. Many of the onlookers gazed at her with fear and apprehension, thinking she had been taken from the wild. However, the handlers had made a mistake.
In Parseltongue, the dragon spoke, initiating a conversation with Harry.
"Master, master, look, I'm here," she communicated.
"Yes, you are, and I'm so happy that you are. You would not believe what has happened to me."
Harry explained everything about the tournament, and as he spoke, the dragon's anger and rage grew within her. The other dragons nearby seemed to be listening intently.
"Well, I never! I am never leaving your side again, master. Never," she firmly declared. Harry embraced her, and they remained locked in a heartfelt hug for some time. Eventually, the dragon shrank in size until she was about as large as a Great Dane.
"Thank you, Ilocain," Harry gratefully expressed.
"You're welcome, master," she responded, before moving towards him and taking the golden egg in her claws. She settled between his feet and fixed her gaze upon the judges. Harry received a score of 32, surprising everyone. It was Maxime and Igor who awarded full tens, while the other three judges gave significantly lower scores.
Yule ball:
Contrary to popular belief, Harry, much to everyone's surprise, arrived at the Yule Ball accompanied by a stunningly beautiful girl. Although her identity eluded most people, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity surrounding her. However, no one dared to dwell on it for too long, as Harry's imposing dragon companion would shoot them a menacing glare.
Harry and his mysterious partner gracefully danced their way through the evening, mingling with important figures from the international community. Nevertheless, Harry soon excused himself from their company, opting to explore different parts of the venue. Despite high expectations, the night proved to be rather uneventful, lacking any noteworthy occurrences.
Second task:
The anticipated event came to an abrupt end even before it had a chance to unfold. Maxime and Igor, towering figures with commanding presence, had instructed the others to patiently wait on the sandy shore. Suddenly, a mesmerizing sight unfolded as a group of majestic mermen elegantly approached, breaking through the water's surface. With their impressive aquatic grace, they delivered the captured individuals as instructed, their shimmering tails glistening in the sunlight. However, before the wise and venerable Dumbledore could utter a single word, the mermen vanished into the depths, leaving the group bewildered by their fleeting appearance.
Third task:
It was an utter farce, that's what it truly was – an absolute farce. The crowd had high expectations, envisioning the participants venturing into the intricate labyrinth to claim the coveted trophy. And yes, that's precisely what they set out to do. As Harry, along with Cedric, Fleur, and Victor, finally reached the maze's enigmatic center, they each extended a hand to touch the shimmering goblet. In an instant, a mystical force whisked them away, depositing them at Riddle Manor.
Riddle manor:
“Kill the spare.”
“Avada kedavra”
“expelliarmus”
“stupify”
CRACK! “Avada kedavra”
CRACK! “Avada kedavra”
POP!, POP!, POP!, CRACK. “Ferventi Sanguine,Confringo, Confringo, stupify.”
"All finished!" exclaimed one of the friends, as they poured the potion onto the ground. It seeped into the grass, creating a mesmerizing sight as it spread across the entire graveyard. Suddenly, there came the sound of pops and cracks, followed by piercing screams. Then, with a final burst of energy, a second cauldron merged tightly with the first, emitting a resounding CRACK!
In an instant, they found themselves back at the entrance of the twisted maze, all four of them. Their faces lit up with joy and they couldn't contain their laughter. Approaching them, a group of aurors and teachers were left in awe, unable to put a stop to their euphoria. Cedric was the first to compose himself, stepping forward to explain to Madam Bones what had just transpired. The aurors then used their magic to apparate to Riddle Manor and promptly returned, their queasy stomachs causing them to lose their lunch in the process. Despite the discomfort, each one of them uttered the same three words, "Death and chaos."
The news quickly spread - Voldemort was no more. The dark wizard, the epitome of fear, had been defeated. For good.
HMS