Hogwarts love Story Part 22

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  1. What is your age?
  2. What is your gender?
  1. "Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly, and Snape went quiet, though his eyes still glinted malevolently through his curtain of greasy black hair. Professor Dumbledore was now looking down at you and Harry, and you both looked right back at him, trying to discern the expression of the eyes behind the half-moon spectacles. "Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" he asked calmly. "No," you both said together. You were very aware of everybody watching you closely. Snape made a soft noise of impatient disbelief in the shadows. "Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" said Professor Dumbledore, ignoring Snape. "No". "Ah, but of course zey are lying!" cried Madame Maxime. Snape was now shaking his head, his lip curling. "They could not have crossed the Age Line," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "I am sure we are all agreed on that -" "Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line," said Madame Maxime, shrugging. "It is possible, of course," said Dumbledore politely. "Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake!" said Professor McGonagall angrily. "Really, what nonsense! They could not have crossed the line themselves, and as Professor Dumbledore believes that they did not persuade an older student to do it for them, I'm sure that should be good enough for everybody else!" She shot a very angry look at Professor Snape.
  2. Madame Maxime put her arm around Fleur's shoulders and was leading her swiftly out of the room. You could hear them both talking very fast in French as they went off into the Great Hall. Karkaroff beckoned to Krum, and they, too, exited, though in silence. "Harry, _____, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed," said Dumbledore, smiling at the three of you. I'm sure your houses are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise." You glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and the three of you left together.Harry walked ahead,leaving you and Cedric together. The Great Hall was deserted now; the candles had burned low, giving the jagged smiles of the pumpkins an eerie, flickering quality. "So," said Cedric, with a slight smile. "We're playing against each other!" "I s'pose," you said. You really couldn't think of anything to say. The inside of your head seemed to be in complete disarray, as though your brain had been ransacked. "So...tell me..." said Cedric as you reached the entrance hall, which was now lit only by torches in the absence of the Goblet of Fire. "How did you get your name in?" "I didn't," you said, staring up at him. "I didn't put it in. I was telling the truth." "...okay," said Cedric. "Well...see you, then".He gave you a tight hug,and you hugged him back. Instead of going up the marble staircase, Cedric headed for a door to its right. You stood listening to him going down the stone steps beyond it, then, slowly, you started to climb the marble ones. Was anyone except Ron and Hermione going to believe you, or would they all think you'd put yourself in for the tournament? Yet how could anyone think that, when you were facing competitors who'd had three years' more magical education than you had - when you were now facing tasks that not only sounded very dangerous, but which were to be performed in front of hundreds of people? Yes, you'd thought about it...you'd fantasized about it...but it had been a joke, really, an idle sort of dream...you'd never really, seriously considered entering.... But someone else had considered it...someone else had wanted you in the tournament, and had made sure you were entered. Why? To give you a treat? You didn't think so, somehow... To see you make a fool of yourself? Well, they were likely to get their wish.... But to get you killed? Was Moody just being his usual paranoid self? Couldn't someone have put you're and Harry's name in the goblet as a trick, a practical joke? Did anyone really want you both dead?
  3. You met Harry at the top of the stairs. He said the password dully,and the two of you entered.The blast of noise that met your ears when the portrait opened almost knocked you backward. Next thing you knew, you and Harry were being wrenched inside the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands, and were facing the whole of Gryffindor House, all of whom were screaming, applauding, and whistling. "You should've told us you'd entered!" bellowed Fred; he looked half annoyed, half deeply impressed. "How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" roared George. "I didn't," you said. "I don't know how -" But Angelina had now swooped down upon you and Harry; "Oh if it couldn't be me, at least it's a Gryffindor -" "You'll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie Bell, another of the Gryffindor Chasers. "We've got food, come and have some -" "I'm not hungry, I had enough at the feast -" But nobody wanted to hear that you wasn't hungry; nobody wanted to hear that you hadn't put your name in the goblet; not one single person seemed to have noticed that you weren't at all in the mood to celebrate....Lee Jordan had unearthed a Gryffindor banner from somewhere, and he insisted on draping it around Harry like a cloak. You couldn't get away; whenever you tried to sidle over to the staircase up to the dormitories, the crowd around you closed ranks, forcing another butterbeer on you, stuffing crisps and peanuts into your hands....Everyone wanted to know how you had done it, how you had tricked Dumbledore's Age Line and managed to get your name into the goblet.... "I didn't," you said, over and over again, "I don't know how it happened."
  4. "I'M GOING TO BED!",you yelled after what seemed like ages. "No,really George,I'm tired".You walked up the stairs and went into your room. You collapsed onto your bed. "You didn't do it,did you?",asked Hermione. "We don't think you put your name in",said Ginny. "of course I didn't",you said standing up. You pulled Hermione and Ginny into a hug. "I love you both",you said. "I love you too",they said together.
  5. On Sunday morning,when you went down to breakfest,Ron scowled at you cruelly. You face fell and you didn't know what was wrong. "Whats wrong with Ron?",you asked Hermione. "He's jealous!",she exclaimed. "You've got to be joking",you replied. "No really",she said. "You know what you've got to do?" said Hermione. "Give Ron a good kick in the b-""No",cut in Hermione. "You've got to write to Sirius". In the afternoon you went up to owlery with the letter you had written. "Hi Ferret",you said,when you saw Draco. "Hi",he said. You sent an owl off with the letter and turned to face Draco. "Do you believe that I put my name in?",you asked seriously. "I don't think you did",he replied. "Thank you",you said. Draco smiled. "Now you have to hug me",he smiled. You laughed and gave a hug.
  6. On Monday the lessons began again.The Hufflepuffs, who were usually on excellent terms with the Gryffindors, had turned remarkably cold toward the whole lot of them. One Herbology lesson was enough to demonstrate this. It was plain that the Hufflepuffs felt that you and Harry had stolen their champion's glory; a feeling exacerbated, perhaps, by the fact that Hufflepuff House very rarely got any glory, and that Cedric was one of the few who had ever given them any, having beaten Gryffindor once at Quidditch. You thought even Professor Sprout seemed distant with you - but then, she was Head of Hufflepuff House. The only person in Hufflepuff not treating you like this was Cedric.
  7. "Antidotes!" said Snape, looking around at you all in potions, his cold black eyes glittering unpleasantly. "You should all have prepared your recipes now. I want you to brew them carefully, and then, we will be selecting someone on whom to test one..." Snape was going to poison someone. You imagined picking up his cauldron, and sprinting to the front of the class, and bringing it down on Snape's greasy head - And then a knock on the dungeon door burst in on your thoughts. It was Colin Creevey; he edged into the room, beaming at Harry, and walked up to Snape's desk at the front of the room. "Yes?" said Snape curtly. "Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter and _____ Lupin upstairs." Snape stared down his hooked nose at Colin, whose smile faded from his eager face. "Potter and Lupin have another hour of Potions to complete," said Snape coldly. "They will go upstairs when this class is finished." Colin went pink. "Sir - sir, Mr. Bagman wants him," he said nervously. "All the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs..." "Very well, very well," Snape snapped. "Lupin,Potter, leave your things here, I want you back down here later to test your antidote." "Please, sir - they've got to take their things with them," squeaked Colin. "All the champions..." "Very well!" said Snape. "Potter -Lupin, take your bag and get out of my sight!"
  8. Harry knocked on the door and you both entered. You were in a fairly small classroom; most of the desks had been pushed away to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle; three of them, however, had been placed end-to-end in front of the blackboard and covered with a long length of velvet. Five chairs had been set behind the velvet-covered desks, and Ludo Bagman was sitting in one of them, talking to a witch you had never seen before, who was wearing magenta robes. Viktor Krum was standing moodily in a corner as usual and not talking to anybody. Cedric smiled at you and stood behind you,resting his head on your shoulder. Fleur looked a good deal happier than you had seen her so far; she kept throwing back her head so that her long silvery hair caught the light. A paunchy man, holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, was watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye. Bagman suddenly spotted you and Harry, got up quickly, and bounded forward. "Ah, here they are! Champion number four and five! In you come,in you come...nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment -" "Wand weighing?" Harry repeated nervously. "We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead," said Bagman. "The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter," he added, gesturing toward the witch in magenta robes. "She's doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet...." "Maybe not that small, Ludo," said Rita Skeeter, her eyes on Harry. Her hair was set in elaborate and curiously rigid curls that contrasted oddly with her heavy-jawed face. She wore jeweled spectacles. The thick fingers clutching her crocodile-skin handbag ended in two-inch nails, painted crimson.
  9. Rita Skeeter pulled Harry into a broom cupboard,to speak to him. Everyone sat down. After a while,Dumbledore came and told Rita Skeeter that Harry had to come and sit with everyone else. Harry quickly sat next to Cedric who was on your left,and Krum was on your right.
  10. "May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?" said Dumbledore, taking his place at the judges' table and talking to the champions. "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament." You looked around, and with a jolt of surprise saw an old wizard with large, pale eyes standing quietly by the window. "Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" said Mr. Ollivander, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room. Fleur Delacour swept over to Mr.Olivander and handed him her wand. "Hmm..." he said. He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it chose to his eyes and examined it carefully. "Yes," he said quietly, "nine and a half inches...inflexible...rosewood... and containing...dear me..." "An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela," said Fleur. "One of my grandmuzzer's." "Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, I've never used veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands...however, to each his own, and if this suits you..." Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently checking for scratches or bumps; then he muttered, "Orchideous!" and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip. "Very well, very well, it's in fine working order," said Mr. Ollivander, scooping up the flowers and handing them to Fleur with her wand. "Mr. Diggory, you next." Fleur glided back to her seat, smiling at Cedric as he passed her,and annoyance ran through your body. "Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it?" said Mr. Ollivander, with much more enthusiasm, as Cedric handed over his wand. "Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn...must have been seventeen hands; nearly gored me with his horn after I plucked his tail. Twelve and a quarter inches...ash...pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition...You treat it regularly?" "Polished it last night," said Cedric, grinning. You hurriedly looked at your wand. It had fingerprints all over it,so you rubbed it quickly with your robes. Seeing Harry doing the same,you grinned sheepisly at him.
  11. Mr. Ollivander sent a stream of silver smoke rings across the room from the tip of Cedric's wand, pronounced himself satisfied, and then said, "Mr. Krum, if you please." Viktor Krum got up and slouched, round-shouldered and duck-footed, toward Mr. Ollivander. He thrust out his wand and stood scowling, with his hands in the pockets of his robes. "Hmm," said Mr. Olhivander, "this is a Gregorovitch creation, unless I'm much mistaken? A fine wand-maker, though the styling is never quite what I...however..." He lifted the wand and examined it minutely, turning it over and over before his eyes. "Yes...hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" he shot at Krum, who nodded. "Rather thicker than one usually sees...quite rigid...ten and a quarter inches...Avis!" The hornbeam wand let off a blast like a gun, and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end and settled on the window sill. "Good," said Mr. Ollivander, handing Krum back his wand. "Mr. Potter." Harry got to his feet and walked past Krum to Mr. Ollivander. He handed over his wand. "Aaaah, yes," said Mr. Olivander, his pale eyes suddenly gleaming. "Yes, yes, yes. How well I remember." He made a fountain of wine shoot out of it, and handed it back to Harry, announcing that it was still in perfect condition. "And Ms.Lupin",he said. You walked past Harry,and handed your wand to Mr.Olivander. "Ah yes",he said looking at it. "Very long,fourteen and a half inches,though very bent. Yew and dragon heartstring,I believe?".You nodded. He made a couple of birds shoot out of the end,and handed it back,saying it was in perfect condition.
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