[The camera then pan from the ceiling of the Great Hall, to the benches where Hermione, Avery, Ariel, Amara, & Peyton are sat. Them watching older students put their names into the goblet along with other students.]

Peyton: [staring at the goblet] It's kind of fascinating, isn't it? A whole tournament testing the strength of three different wizards and witches from different schools.

Hermione: [shakes her head] This tournament is dangerous. [holds up a copy of Triwizard Tragedies ] This book states that people have been splinched in this tournament! More than once!

Peyton: [furrows her eyebrows] Splinched?

"You're a bit cute when you're clueless, darling." George whispered to Peyton causing the girl to blush.

Marlene tilted her head, "Wait! Who are all the couples? I'm bloody confused."

Dorcas groaned, "Why can't you just wait for the movies to tell you? Why ruin the suspense? The build up?"

Marlene blinked at Dorcas making her sigh, "Actually I want to know too."

"Watch the movies!" Theo, Ariel, and Mateo groaned out.

Avery: Splinching was what occurred when a witch or wizard Apparated or Disapparated unsuccessfully, leaving part of his or her clothes or body behind in their former location. [grimaces] It's extremely painful.

Amara: Which is why I will be studying my arse off when it's time to take our Apparation Test.

[Older students are putting their names into the Goblet of Fire. A group of Hufflepuffs playfully push Cedric towards the Goblet.]

Hufflepuff Student: Come on, Cedric, put it in!
[Cedric does so, and the Hufflepuffs all cheer.]

Ron:  Eternal glory, be brilliant wouldn't it? In three years from now we'll be old enough to be choosen.

Harry:  Yeah well rather you than me.

Jasper: [snorts] The chosen one no longer wants to be chosen.

[Just then, the twins come running into the hall cheering, holding vials. Students start to cheer them on, as they bask in the "glory".]

George:  Thank you thank you, well lads we've done it.

Fred:  Cooked it up just this morning.

Molly groaned and facepalmed, "Of bloody course."

Avery: [playfully sighs] Who wants to do the honors?

Ariel: [smirks] All you, Mione.

Hermione: [smirks over her book, sings] It's not going to work.

Fred: [he and George sit on opposite sides of her] Oh yeah? And why's that Granger.

Hermione: You see this? [points to a white line circling the goblet] This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.

Fred: So?

Hermione: [mocks him] So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion.

George: That's why it's so brilliant.

Fred: Because it's pathetically dimwitted.
[They stand up, shaking their vial of gooey green substance.]

George:  Ready Fred?

Fred: Ready George?

Twin: Bottoms up! [They cross their arms, and they chug back the potion.]

[They jump inside the age line, and cheer. They put their names in the flame and do a high-five.]

Avery: [smirks] Wait for it...

[The flame fires up and they're flung across the room onto the floor. When they get up they have full heads of grey hair and beards.]

Laughter erupted in the hall, the Marauders cry-laughing on the floor.

"That's what you two get!" Molly chuckled.

"Bloody hell! I needed that!" Peter cried out holding his stomach.

George: [fuming] You said..

Fred: [fuming] No, you said..

[They roll around fighting on the floor and the crowd cheer. The  room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the flame. He looks at Hermione and she smiles.]

The Aceys/ Peyton: [smirks, sings] We saw that.

Hermione: [blushes] Well, I'm not the only one being admired from a far. [points to the other side of the hall where Mateo was talking to his friends and admiring Avery, once again.]

Peyton: [playfully rolls her eyes] Creep. Wait here.
[walks over to where her brother and his friends were talking.]

Avery: [eyes widen] Wait, wh-what is she doing?!

"Ugh, my hormones." Avery scoffed to herself.

Jasmine smiled, "As much as I am team Havery, I love seeing you get nervous about a boy!"

"Mommmm!" Avery groaned hiding her red face in her laughing boyfriend's chest.

"This is just a taste, wait until fifth and sixth year. Havery in its prime." Harry smirked.

Amara: [chuckles] Why so nervous, Aves?

Hermione: [chuckles] Avery and nervous is so weird to hear in the same sentence.

[Peyton was walking back with her brother in tow.]
Peyton: [sighs] Now please explain to Avery why you are staring at her like a creep.

Avery: [bites her lip, smiles] I don't think he's a creep. It's actually kind of sweet.

Mateo: [raises an eyebrow] Really? [Avery nods] Well, would it be even sweeter if I told you: you are very beautiful to admire from a far, but up close you are beyond?

Avery: [blushes deeply, smiles] Very sweet actually.

"Oh shit, I didn't know how smooth he was." Diane muttered.

Regulus leaned over to her and whispered, "Must be in the genes then, Darling."

[The camera then shows Harry narrowing his eyes at Mateo flirting with Avery.]

Harry: [scowling] Who the bloody hell is that bloke?

Jasper: [snorts] That is Mateo Rios, Amara's cousin and Peyton's twin brother. Well technically they're her uncle and aunt but they're the same age so they tell everyone they're cousins.

Ron: [stunned] Blimey, the genes in that family are strong.

Harry: [nudges Ron roughly in the rib] Shut it. Why is he all over Avery?

Jasper: One, apologize to Ron.

Harry: [sighs] Sorry, Ron.

Jasper: Two, he's not "all over Avery". They're friends and if he's admiring and flirting with her he can because three: you and Avery are not together.

Ron: [rubbing his stomachs] He's right, mate. Until you grow a pair and ask her to officially be your girlfriend, she's free to flirt with any guy she wants.

Harry: [deeply sighs] I need new friends.

"They were not wrong though." Avery nudged her boyfriend in his rib.

"Bloody!" Harry winced, hunched over.

[That night, the students all gathered in the hall.]

Dumbledore: Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champions selection! [Dumbledore waves his hand, the torches all dim down. He then approaches the blue flame and it glows red. A name comes out. Everyone looks on anxiously.]

Dumbledore: [catches the parchment] And the Durmstang champion is... Viktor Krum!
[Durmstang crowd cheers, as Krum collects the parchment and head to the back. Then another name comes out on blue piece of parchment.]

"Predictable!" James shouted.

Dumbledore: [catches the parchment] The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour!
[ The Beauxbatons girls all cheer for their classmate. She collects her parchment and head to the back. Another parchment is flown out of the goblet.]

"Saw that coming from a mile away!" Sirius scoffed.

Dumbledore: [catches the parchment] The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory! [The Hogwarts students, especially the Hufflepuffs, all congratulate Cedric. He hugs a few people on his way to collect his parchment, then heads straight to the back.]

"Tell us something we don't know!" Peter laughed.

Dumbledore: 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 tri-wizard cup!

[ People cheer, but the goblet glows red, causing everyone to silence and stare at it in confusion. Another name flies out. Dumbledore takes it and reads...]

Dumbledore: [mumbles aloud] Harry Potter? [Harry's smile drops and so does he, back imto his seat. Trying to hide.]

"There's something unpredictable. You didn't see that coming. And there's something you don't know. Now, shut up and watch the movies." Remus deadpanned.

Hagrid: [shakes his head in denial] No. No...

Dumbledore: [yells] Harry Potter!

Hermione: [pushes Harry] Go on, Harry. For goodness sake. [Hermione starts to bite her fingers nervously, as Ron glares at his best friend going to collect "eternal glory."]

Avery: [her irises start to flicker from white to it's original honey brown, shakes her head] Something isn't right.

"Wh-what just happened to your eyes?" Mary stuttered.

"Seer gene." The Original Trio shrugged.

"This is just the slightest version, wait until she learns how to control it." Ron shuddered.

"Sometimes it bloody creeps me out." Amara muttered in disgust.

[She makes eye contact with Jasper, and nods to the exit. He catches the hint and they sneak out of the Great Hall to get to a secret passageway to the trophy room where the champions are held.]

[Harry slowly walks up to Dumbledore, who gives him the parchment. He makes his way through the hall as the students gave him dirty looks.]

Student: He's a cheat! He's not even eighteen yet!

[As Harry collected more dirty looks, McGonagall sends him a comforting look, slightly pushing him away from prying eyes.]

[Harry walks down the stairs into the trophy room, where the rest of the champions are. They come to the middle of the room, seeing Harry, confused. They all hear commotion coming from the top of the stairs, as Jasper and Avery come through the secret door trying not to be seen just yet.]

Maxime: [as the staff rush down the stairs] It's wrong, I tell you!

Karkaroff: You French tart! Everything is a conspiracy theory with you!

Dumbledore: Quiet! I can't think!

Karkaroff: Everything is a conspiracy theory!

Maxime: I protest!

Dumbledore: [runs to Harry] Harry!

Maxime: I protest!

Dumbledore: Harry. [Grabs him, pushing him into the trophies] Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?

"Woah, woah, woah!" Sirius shrieked out.

"Bloody hell, Dumbledore man! You could've asked softer than that!" James yelled.

Harry: No, sir!

Dumbledore: Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?

Harry: No, sir!

Jasper: [whispering to Avery] He could've asked a bit calmer than that.

Dumbledore: You're absolutely sure?

Harry: Yes! Yes, sir!

Maxime: [pushes a lamp from in front her face] But of course he is lying!

Moody: The hell he is! The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year.

Amelia raised an eyebrow at the man on the screen, "That was... suspicious."

Karkaroff: You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye.

Moody: [threateningly] It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember.

Dumbledore: [enraged, walking between them] This doesn't help, Alastor! [to Barty Sr.] Leave this to you, Barty.

Barty: The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr. Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight... a Triwizard champion.

Avery: [fuming, leaving her hiding space] The hell he is!

"There's the Guardian Angel in training!" Lily clapped.

Harry: Avery?

McGonagall: Miss Lupin, how did you get in here?

Avery: [scoffs] Priorities, Minnie. Crouch how can you say that the rules are "absolute", when your number one rule was that no one under eighteen shall be allowed to enter the tournament! [the flames behind the girl grow higher, no one notices.]

Jasper: And our dear Harry is way under eighteen. He just turned fifteen like a month and a half ago.

Dumbledore: [sighs] Lupin, Black. You heard Barty. The rules are absolute. He has to compete.

Avery: No the fuck he doesn't!

Maxime: [gasps] Les jeunes filles ne devraient pas parler comme ça.

Avery: [scoffs] Épargnez-moi la putain de conférence ! Harry is a boy!

Tell her off, Queen!" Peyton, Ariel, Amara, Daphne, and Theo yelled."

"Cursing people out in French is so fun." Natalie laughed.

"And attractive." Regulus stated looking at his girlfriend.

Avery winked at Reg, "I know that comment was for Diane, but I'm delusional so thank you, Reggie."

Dumbledore: [shouts] Enough! Miss Lupin, I share your concerns, but there is nothing we can do. What's done is done.

Avery: [shakes her head, walking towards the authority figures] You and I both know there is plenty you could do.

Jasper: [pulls her back] Moon, let's go.

Avery: [turns to walk away but stops] If something happens to him, his blood is on all of your hands. Then your blood, will be on my hands. [she storms out of the room, Jasper in tow. The room now silent, tension thick.]

Barty: [shook] Did we just get threatened by a fifteen year old witch?

Snape: I wouldn't underestimate that fifteen year old witch if I were you.

Cedric: [mutters to Krum and Fleur] He's not wrong, he beat me by two seconds.

Karkaroff: [scrunches his face] And why is that.

Snape: Look. [points to a table of trophies that are now melted.]

Maxime: [eyes widen] That petite thing, cause that?

Moody: Something tells me she'll do a hell of a lot more if something happens to Potter.

"Avery Moon Lupin everyone!" Pandora clapped.

"Scaring authority figures since 1991." Barty chuckled.

[Outside the castle, the camera pans up to Dumbledore's office. Inside, Dumbledore is standing in front of his Pensieve.]

McGonagall: This can't go on, Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this?

Dumbledore: What do you suggest, Minerva?

McGonagall: Put an end to it. Don't let Potter compete.

"Yeah Minnie!" The Marauders cheered.

Dumbledore: You heard Barty. The rules are clear.

McGonagall: Well, the devil with Barty - and his rules. And since when did you accommodate the Ministry?

"THATS WHAT I'M SAYING!" Avery yelled.

Snape: Headmaster, I too find it difficult to believe this mere coincidence. However, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events, perhaps we should, for the time being... let them unfold.

McGonagall: [eyes widen] What? Do nothing? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat!

Dumbledore: I agree... with Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry, will you? [McGonagall frustratingly threw her hands up, and started to pace.]

Moody: I can do that.

Dumbledore: Don't let him know, though. He must be anxious enough as it is... knowing what lies ahead. [he points his wand to his temple, taking a wispy silver string of his memory into the Pensieve] Then again, we all are.

[The memory shows Harry's name on the parchment that flew out of the goblet.]

"It's only year four." Lily groaned, rubbing her temples.

[The scene changes to the Gryffindor boy's dorm, where Dean, Seamus, Neville, Jasper, Ron and Harry we're getting ready for bed.]

Ron: [glances at Harry] How'd you do it? [no response] Never mind. Doesn't matter. You could have let your best friend know though.

Harry: [furrows his eyebrows] Let you know what?

Ron: You know bloody well what. [walks to his bed.]

Harry: I didn't ask for this to happen Ron. Okay? You're being stupid.

Ron: [getting under his covers, slightly fuming] Yeah that's me, Ron Weasley... Harry Potter's stupid friend.

"Bloody hell, mate. Did you really think Potter put his name in?" Draco chuckled.

"Harry's not that smart enough to pull that one off." Fred snorted.

"Or cunning enough to go through with it." George added laughing.

Harry rolled his eyes, "As Jasper said, the chosen one no longer wanted to be chosen."

Jasper: [mutters] And I though Ron and Hermione argued like an old married couple.

[All the boys start to feel awkward as the tension grows between Harry and Ron. Harry scoffs and stands beside Ron's bed.]

Harry: I didn't put my name in that cup. I don't WANT eternal glory I just wanna be.. Look, I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why, it just did.

[Harry waited for Ron to realize the truth but Ron just turned over in his sheets, away from Harry. Harry scoffed and got into his bed.]

Ron: [turns over to Harry] Piss off. [then lays back down.]

[Harry, disappointed in his friend, shakes his head and takes his glasses off, then lies down for bed.]

Jasper: [purses his lips] Way to talk through your problems guys. Goodnight, I guess. [turns off his lamp.]

"How could anyone sleep with all that tension in the room." Alice questioned.

"Place a charm on your curtains and take some calming draught— you weren't actually asking were you?" Amara pursed her lips.

"No, but thanks for the tip." Alice giggled.

[A camera flashes, and Rita Skeeter steps forward.]
Rita: What a charismatic quartet.

[The four champions are posed for her photographer.]

Rita: [walking up to shake their hands] Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter. I write for The Daily Prophet. But, of course, you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know. You're the juicy news. [strokes Fleur's cheek] What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? [suddenly slaps Fleur's cheek] What mysteries do the muscles mask? [ruffles Cedric's hair] Does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick? Me, myself, and I want to know, not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? [no one is] Shall we start with the youngest? [grabs Harry] Lovely.

"Fire her." The dynamic duo coughed out.

[Rita pulls Harry into a broom cupboard, where they are greeted by a floating notepad with a quill.]
Rita: Mmm, this is cozy.

Harry: It's a broom cupboard.

Rita: You should feel right at home then. [as she and Harry sit down] Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?

"Did she just? I fucking hate her." Avery scowled.

"Me too." Lily scowled at the woman on the screen.

Harry: Oh, um, no.

Rita: [as she talks, the quill writes on the notepad] So tell me, Harry, here you sit, a mere boy of twelve.

Harry: I'm fifteen. Sorry.

Rita: ...about to compete against three students not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who've mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned? [the quill pauses dramatically]

Harry: Um, I - I don't know. I haven't really... thought about it. [the quill starts scribbling away]

Rita: Just ignore the quill. But then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of thirteen, are you?

Harry: Fifteen.

Rita: Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?

"Fire that bitch." Hermione groaned to herself.

Harry: Uh, no, I - I didn't enter.

Rita: 'Course you didn't. [winks] Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. [laughs to herself] Scratch that last. [the quill crosses out the last thing it wrote] Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention, at worst, a psychotic death wish?

Harry: [glances at what the quill is writing] Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!

Rita: [purses her lips] Perhaps you joined this tournament to impress a certain someone? [smirks as Harry's eyes widened] Tell me, Potter. Who is this mystery girl you're trying to woo? Why were you stupid enough to join this tournament for love?

Harry: [stammers] I-I didn't join it cause of Ave— I mean any mystery girl. I didn't even put my name in the — I don't to do this. I don't want eternal glory. The goblet was messed with—

Rita: [claps her hands loudly] And we're out of time. [fake smiles] Thank you, Potter. I'm sure my readers are going to love this rebel thing you have going on. [blinks, yells] KRUM!

Harry rolled his eyes as Avery was holding in her laughter in his neck. "Just laugh now, if you don't you'll think about it all night."

Avery smiled, "I like teasing you before bed."

"And I like teasing you in bed but you don't hear me talking now do you?" Harry whispered smirking at his blushing girlfriend.