~~~~~~~~~~~~still going this story is now officially my longest! ~~~~~~~~~~

                We all decided to go and witness people putting their names into the goblet. Around it was a blue age line. So people under seventeen couldn’t enter their name. Fred and George mentioned that they were going to make an aging potion. I wonder if it’ll work. Cedric came in with some of his friend and he entered his name into the goblet.

                Then sure enough the two Weasley twins came in with their potion.

                “Well lads we’ve done it.”

                “Cooked it up just this morning.”

                “It’s not going to work,” Hermione sang.

                “Oh yeah?”

                “And why is that Granger?”

                “You see this? This is an age line,” she told them drawing it out. “Dumbledore drew it himself.”

                “So?”

                “So,” she said closing her book. “Dumbledore couldn’t possibly be fooled by something as pathetically dimwitted an aging potion.”

                “Ah, but that’s why it’s so great.”

                “Because he’s so pathetically dimwitted.”

                “Ready Fred?”

                “Ready George.”

                “Bottoms up,” they said in unison.

                The two drank the potion down, and then jumped into the circle. Everyone seemed quite pleased when nothing happened. Then the two of them tossed their names into the fire. And again nothing happened. Then the fire swirled out hitting the two of them knocking them back.  When they sat up the two had become old men. The white hairs complete with a gray mustache and beard.

                “You said-,”

                “You said-,”

                The two of started fighting and people started chanting fight all around. Hermione opened her book and started reading again. I was fiddling with my pendant again when the room got quit. When I looked up Krum and Karkarroff and another guy walked in. Krum tossed the paper in and looked in me and Hermione’s direction. He caught her eye and they held each other’s gaze for a second and then he left.

                “So are you interested in him?” I whispered in her ear.

                “No, no of course not.”

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                Finally it was Thursday night, and the three champions would be chosen. People started to crowd in and take their seats.

                “And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for the champion selection.”

                Dumbledore dimed all the fires in the room. As he moved towards the fire the flame became an orange red color. And out of the fire shot out a piece of paper.

                “And the Durmstrang champion is, Victor Krum.”

                Cheers erupted as Krum went to the back room where the champions waited. I wanted to ask Hermione what she thought but Dumbledore was about to announce the second champion.

                “For the Beauxbatons academy, Fleur Delcor.”

                In my honest opinion Fleur looked to girly to be a champion. And a little weak too. Finally the Hogwarts champion was about to be called.

                “The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory.”

                Go figure, the guy everyone thinks is so cool and hot wins.

                “That’s it we have our three champions. But in the end only one will go down in history. And only one will win the Triwizard Cup.”

                Suddenly the fire turned bright red orange again and a piece of paper went into the air. Dumbledore caught it and seemed to be at a loss of words.

                “Harry Potter.”

                 Harry stood slowly but then sat back down.

                “HARRY POTTER.”

                Hermione shoved Harry forward. He was only fourteen, which meant that there was no way that his name should have come out. Let alone have been entered. Ron had a deep look of hatred when he went up to the back room along with the other champions. Who could blame him really? There were tons of people hoping to get in.

~~~~~~~~~~~~I’m stopping this chapter short. Of course if you’re reading this, and are like Alana, you’ll just want Draco and Quinn to have a moment again. I do too. But I’m free to make up my own storyline for awhile. Sorry it’s been so long since I uploaded. ~~~~~~~~'