Chapter 9: Come On, Scooby! Time to Solve A Mystery!

I watched the twins in interest as I sat with Hermione, Ron, and Harry that day. We had no classes. Well, it was a Saturday, after all.

Also the day my parents died...

It's been thirteen years.

Hermione and I were working on Muggle Studies Hoemwork for Professor Victor, who had given us just a fun little matching work sheet, it was really easy.

"Well, I've just done it!" Said Angelina Johnson to Hermione and I. "I just put my name in the Goblet of Fire!" She had a huge smile on her face.

Hermione and I smiled a her. "That's great, Angie!"

"Yea, I really hope you get chosen! It'd be great for a Gryffindor champion!" I smiled.

"It would! Well, I have to go work on some Charms homework! See you two later!"

"Bye, Angie!" I called.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready, George."

The Weasley twins both drank their bottles of aging potions, and while everybody except Hermione and I clapped, George winked a me. I blushed, but rolled my eyes.

Those fools.

They can't trick good old Dumbledore!

The two of them hopped in the age line that Dumbledore had traced around the goblet using his wand, and before the gingers could put the slips of paper with their names in the Goblet, something really funny happened.

The two twins were blasted out, and they magically had grown old, white beards- just like the headmasters.

"You said!"

"No, you said!"

In a playful way, the Weasley twins had begun to wrestle one another on the ground of the Great Hall. Everybody was laughing.

Laughing as went I over to them, stated loudly:

"Ladies, ladies! Calm it down!"

They just pulled me down and began tickling me.

"I did warn you, didn't I?" Came an old, happy and amused voice from the background.

It was Proffessor Dumbledore!

"Madame Pomfrey is already tending to two other Hogwartians who did what you just did, Misters Weasleys."

He paused for a momment, before, saying with a smile:

"Though, they're beards are as impressive as yours are."

We all cracked up laughing, even the twins.

"Miss Potter, can yo please bring them to the Hospital Wing?" He asked me, still smiling.

"Of course, Professor!" I cheerfully said, still laughing at my friends antics.

As me and the twins walked down the halls of Hogwarts to the hospital wing, I began to say to them, "that's as really funny."

"We try, love."

George said pecking me on the cheek.

I rolled my eyes.

"You can kiss my cheek after you get de-bearded."

"De-bearded?" Fred asked me, suppressing a smile.

"I'm pretty sure it is a word!" I defended myself.

"Is it-"

"Really-"

"I'd love-"

"To see-"

"It in-"

"Webster's-"

"Dictionary-"

"So please-"

"So show-"

"Us some-"

"Proof."

Ugh.

"Just take my word for it, or I won't bring you to the hospital wing, and you'll have to explain to your mum why you have long white beards like Dumbledore." I smirked.

They paled.

"Oh, mighty one-"

"We now-"

"Believe-"

"It is-"

"A word!"

"Good, my peasants." I smugly smirked.

The ginger twins rolled they're eyes at me as we walked into the hospital wing.

"Madame Pomfrey, I have two little umpaloompas who tried to get past the age line!" I exclaimed, even though she was right next to me.

"I'm right here, Miss Potter." She scowled at me.

I just smiled a big smile and waved.

"You two can go sit down on those two beds over there. I'll be with you two in the momment." She sighed.

Only Madame Pomfrey...

"Now, Miss Potter, how's your blood pressure?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Dd you even look at it?" She scolded.

I smiled and shook my head, innocently.

"Do that real quick, and I'll be back."

She stalked over to Gred and Forge, and began to scold them like she was their mother.

I pricked my finger, and looked at my blood pressure.

It's just a little low...

So as the nurse came back over, I shoved twelve gummy bears in my mouth.

I LOVE GUMMY BEARS!!!!!!!!!

Meow.

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Later that night, at the Halloween feast...

Oh wait!

I just realised this!

THIS IS THE FIRST YEAR NOTHING BAD HAS HAPPENED ON HALLOWEEN!!!!

In first year:

Hermione and I are attacked by a troll, and Ron and Harry come and save us.

In second year:

Ginny and I wrote that message on the wall in my blood, and petrified Mrs. Norris.

In third year:

Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, had broken into Hogwarts and gashed the Fat Lady's Portrait.

This year?

Nothing!

Yes!!

Of course, it didn't last.

It never does...

Harry and I have lives that are too screwed up for the civil ness and goodness and stuff to last.

Usaully, it all goes bad by...

The end of the feast or so.

Has every years, so, yea.

Blah.

Meow.

After we all ate, the Goblet of Fire had lit up.

Proffessor Dumbledore reached his hand into the Goblet's blue flame.

"YOUR HAND, SIR, ITS GONNA GET BURNNED!!!!!" I accidently yelled out loud.

McGonagall looked at me with a glare so hard that I'd be dead right now if looks could really kill.

"Sorry.... Carry on..."

I said, a blush rising onto my cheeks.

Dumbledore just chuckled at my actions.

You see, that's why this guys pretty awesome.

Mo-Fo Kitty.

"The champion for Drumstrang is...."

Drum roll please....

"VIKTOR KRUM!"

All the Drumstrang blokes clapped and yelled and whooped like the little hunched over boys that wear really furry coats to stay warm that they are.

Krum went into the Trophy Room, where Bagman and Crouch were. He was told to by Dumbledore.

Karakoram had followed his favourite student into the Trophey Room.

Teachers aren't suppose to show favourites, Igor Karakoff.

Yet, you do.

"From Beauxbotens...."

Another drum roll....

"FLEUR DELACORE!"

The girl named Fleur glided over to where Madame Maxine, a huge half giant headmistress, and they went into the Trophy Room, just like Krum and Karakoff had.

The Beauxbotens girls were squealing with excitment. They were clapping too, you just could barely hear or see it over they're squealing.

They sounded like a really, really, really squirmy hamster that was squealing its head off.

Literally.

"And the Hogwarts champion is..... CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!!"

Hogwarts clapped, and the Hufflepuff table went crazy.

LETS GO CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY.

Yea, no.

Blah meh blah nah meh bah nah.

Cedric went to the Trophy Room.

The pretty boy always dies first....

"Now, we have our three-"

That's when the Goblet of Fire had lit up, once again. Everybody had fallen silent.

Dumbledore reached in his hand.

He then exclaimed....

YOUR MOM!!!

No, actually, he exclaimed:

"HARRY POTTER!!!"

Shock was on his face.

We all looked at my older twin brother, and I nervously pushed him up to the Headtable, by Dumbledore.

He then went into the Trophy Room, Dumbledore following him.

We all went to the Common Room.

Ron wasn't in the best mood.

Niether was I.

So, I went up to bed.

I know that Harry wouldn't of done this:

He would of had a beard or something like that.

Only one thought went through my mind as I drifted off to sleep:

Come on, Scooby! Time to Solve A Mystery!