19. The Golden Egg

Y/N's POV

After beating the Dragon, I was escorted back to the enclosure where Madam Pomfrey was, she tended to my wounds and afterwards I would be allowed out to receive my score. Next to me was Harry who was being treated to a nasty gash on his knee.

"You alright?" he asked

I nodded. "Just about."

"I'm sorry about everything, what you said was true but I just didn't want to admit it." Harry said with a sigh.

I looked at him with a small smile. "It's all good, friends argue sometimes."

Harry smiled gratefully. "Are we good now?"

I nodded. "Definitely, but I'm still going to win the bet."

"What bet?"

"The Triwizard one dumbass."

Harry looked at me and we both laughed. There's nothing wrong with some friendly competition. Before we could say anything else, Ron and Hermione came in.

"Y/N, Harry, you were both brilliant!" Hermione said squeakily. There were fingernail marks on her face where she had been clutching it in fear. "You both were amazing!"

I smiled. "Cheers 'Mione" before beckoning her over to give her a massive hug.

I turned and saw that Harry was looking at Ron, who was very white and staring at Harry as though he were a ghost.

"Harry," he said, very seriously, "whoever put your name in that goblet, I- I reckon they're trying to do you in!"

It was as though the last few weeks had never happened.

"Caught on, have you?" said Harry coldly. "Took you long enough."

Me and Hermione stood nervously between them, looking from one to the other. Ron opened his mouth uncertainly.

"It's okay," he said, before Ron could get the words out, "forget it."

"No," said Ron, "I shouldn't've-"

"Forget it," Harry said.

Ron grinned nervously at him, and Harry grinned back.

Hermione burst into tears.

"There's nothing to cry about!" Harry told her, bewildered.

"You two are so stupid!" she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug and dashed away, now positively howling.

"Are you two good then?" Ron asked, looking between me and Harry and we both nodded.

"Let's go and find out your scores then Y/N" Hermione said before dragging me out the tent.

Picking up the golden egg and my Firebolt, feeling more elated than I would have believed possible an hour ago, I ducked out of the tent, Ron was behind me talking fast. He was trying to decide whether my attempt was better or Harry's was. It turns out Harry tried a collection of spells on the dragon and luckily for him, one seemed to do the trick.

"It's marks out of ten from each one," Ron said, I looked forward and saw the first judge, Madame Maxime, raise her wand in the air. What hooked like a long silver ribbon shot out of it, which twisted itself into a large figure eight.

"Not bad!" said Ron as the crowd applauded. "I suppose she took marks off for your shoulder."

Mr Crouch came next. He shot a number nine into the air.

"Looking good!" Ron yelled, thumping me on the back.

Next, Dumbledore. He too put up a nine. The crowd was cheering harder than ever.

Ludo Bagman - eight.

"Not bad," said Ron, "Harry got a ten from him for some reason. You two got around the same."

And now Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number shot out of his wand too - four.

"What?" Ron bellowed furiously. "Four? You lousy, biased scum-bag, you gave Krum ten!"

"You're tied in first with Krum Y/N." said Charlie Weasley as he came over to say hi to us. "Harry's following close in second though. Anyways, Bagman wants all the champions back in the tent"

I nodded and me and Harry turned to walk back to the tent.

"Well done, all of you!" said Ludo Bagman, bouncing into the tent and looking as pleased as though he personally had just got past a Dragon. "Now, just a quick few words. You've got a nice long break before the second task, which will take place at half-past nine on the morning of February the twenty-fourth, but we're giving you something to think about in the meantime! If you look down at those golden eggs you're all holding, you will see that they open...see the hinges there? You need to solve the clue inside the egg - because it will tell you what the second task is, and enable you to prepare for it! All clear? Sure? Well, off you go, then!"

With that, me and Harry left the tent to rejoin Ron and Hermione. Our next task was to go to the owlery to inform Sirius of what happened, he would be proud to find out that me and Harry made it out alive. After all that, we started making our way back to the Common Room and there was speculation that a party was being held in both me and Harry's honour.

Sure enough, when we entered the Gryffindor Common Room it exploded with cheers and yells again. There were mountains of cakes and gallons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface; Lee Jordan had let off some Filibuster's Fireworks, so that the air was thick with stars and sparks.

"Blimey, this is heavy," said Issac, picking up the golden egg, which I had left on a table, and weighing it in his hands, "open it, Y/N, go on! Let's see what's inside it!"

"He's supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione said swiftly, "it's in the tournament rules..."

"Yeah, go on, Y/N, open it!" several people echoed.

Lee passed me the egg, and I prised it open.

It was hollow and completely empty - but the moment I opened it, the most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room.

"Shut it!" Fred bellowed, his hands over his ears.

"What was that?" said Seamus Finnigan, staring at the egg as I slammed it shut again. "Sounded like a banshee...maybe you've got to get past one of those next!"

"It was someone being tortured!" said Neville, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the floor. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal," said George, "they wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing...maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower."

"Want a jam tart, Hermione?" said Fred.

Hermione looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering her. Fred grinned.

Hermione took a jam tart. Then she said. "Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?"

"Yep," said Fred, grinning at her.

"How do you get in there?" Hermione said in an innocently casual sort of voice.

"Easy," said Fred, "concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and-" he stopped and looked suspiciously at her. "Why?"

"Nothing," said Hermione quickly.

"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" said George. "Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion?"

Several people chortled. Hermione didn't answer.

"Don't you go upsetting them and telling them they've got to take clothes and salaries!" said Fred warningly. "You'll put them off their cooking!"

I laughed and looked at Hermione before dragging her to one side to talk to her. "We haven't really talked in a while."

She looked quite guilty. "Sorry, I've been spending quite a lot of time in the library with Harry."

I couldn't help but feel jealous. "Oh...are you two a thing now or something?"

She looked almost shocked. "Definitely not!" she then smiled at me softly. "I don't like Harry, I like someone else."

"And who would that lucky guy be 'Mione?" I said, looking down at her

"I guess you'll have that find out yourself." she said before quickly giving me a suprise kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Y/N"

"G-goodnight 'Mione." I said, feeling myself go red. We weren't even together yet we acted like we were. It was so confusing but I loved it at the same time.

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