BLINDED

CHAPTER TWO – CHAMPIONS

AN: Hello everyone! I know that I've been gone for quite some time but I'm make a come back now that my life has settled down. Anyways here is chapter two for Blinded. I hope that you enjoy it.

'Dear God, I'm beginning to think that all the Professor's are completely mental.' Harry thought shaking his head in bewilderment. Herbology with Professor Sprout was disgusting. 'I mean who in their right mind would enjoy collecting puss, and with a cheery attitude. She's a nice enough teacher but still odd as Hell sometimes. Then there's Hagrid and his Blast-Ended Skrewts. He has always been crazy with what, the poisonous Dragon, a three-headed dog named Fluffy, and last year a ferocious Hippogriff, and though in Buckbeak's defense it was insulted. But having Blast-Ended Skrewts draws the line, Hagrid it completely mental!'

'No way around it. Having creatures that explode when you aren't even near them! Hagrid is definitely not right in the head.' Harry followed Hermione down to launch after classes today, he definitely needed it. 'And to think we still have classes today.'

Harry sighed as he started to eat his lunch.

"What on Earth could Hagrid possibly be thinking!" Hermione exclaimed ranting. "I mean, there is no logical reason to take care of them, we're going to the library latter, Harry, to research them. They better have some reason to have them or I'll kill something. I know Hagrid can be a little… enthusiastic at times, but this is absolutely absurd!" Hermione finished, flushing she was all worked up, not that Harry could blame her at all as his hand was almost blasted off today.

"Well at least you don't have Trelawney next." Harry complained.

The crazy old teacher was still just as nuts as ever.

'I think each year she just gets worse and worse. How that's even possible I don't even know but she does.'

"Why don't you just drop that class, I mean you are in Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies with me, but I'm sure you would like Arithmancy. Besides, Professor Trelawney is complete rubbish and you know it. You can still change, Harry, or you will be stuck with her until we graduate." Hermione said smugly.

'She's absolutely right, damn it.'

Harry groaned out loud glaring at Hermione, even if she couldn't see with his sunglasses on.

'God damn it, why does she always have to be right all the time it's down right scary.'

"Fine I'll talk to McGonagall after lunch so I don't have to deal with Trelawney today." Harry said with a sigh.

'I hope I never have to be near two hundred feet of Trelawney after this it would just be to troublesome. But seeing how McGonagall doesn't like Trelawney it won't be too much of a problem. If that doesn't work I can always use the Potter charm, Sirius said that McGonagall could never resist it, or the entire female population for that part.'

"Wipe that grin off your face, Hermione." Harry growled in annoyance.

"Harry, you are blind so how do you even know that I'm grinning?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry always seemed to know what she was doing with out his sight and it confounded her to no end.

"Whenever you're right you have this smugness that just oozes from you. It's impossible not to tell." Harry said, smirking at her.

Harry laughed as Hermione huffed and muttered under her breath.

"Smug little bastard… annoying little prick…" Hermione mumbled under her breath.

Hermione couldn't help it but sometimes Harry was just an arse no other way around it. She loved him to death but sometimes, even she was at her limit with him.

"Why, Hermione, I'm offended that you could even say that about me, after all you can personally say that I'm not 'little' at all." Harry grinned.

He couldn't help it, he loved teasing her. She was just too much fun not to. Harry could practically feel the heat coming from Hermione.

'I wonder if I could fry bacon off her face right now.' He mused.

He smirked as he heard the twins roaring in laughter and could tell that Angelina and Katie were trying not to laugh. But their stifled giggles were enough to tell that they were also amused.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! You take that back this instant. I… I… you… I… I… haven't seen anything!" Hermione roared out at him.

The shade of red that Hermione was producing seemed to be a new color to add to the color scheme. Hermione had never felt so embarrassed before this even topped the buck teeth spell from that fiasco with Malfoy last year.

"Hermione, I was just talking about my height, but I'm curious as to why you would immediately jump to that conclusion." Harry replied.

Hermione growled at him.

"It's not funny any more, Harry!" Hermione spat. "If we weren't in the Great Hall with all these teachers I would so hex you right now. You infuriating arse!"

'Hmm, she seems to be embarrassed for some reason, but I must have a great arse if she is talking about it. Who would have pegged her as an ass admirer?' Harry thought.

"You seem to like all kinds of parts about my body today, any reason for it?" Harry asked in amusement and in curiosity mixed in as well.

"I'll kill you, Potter. I'm going to chain you up and torture you slowly. I'll make you beg for mercy by the time I'm done with you!" Hermione shouted.

She could just imagine it now as his girly screams echoed around in her head. Screw the rules, she was going to punish him and enjoy it.

"Ohhh, kinky," Harry grinned at her.

Harry's response caused Hermione to send a heat wave from her body that could be felt from America.

"Who's kinky?" Alicia asked sitting down.

This of course caused everyone to roar out with laughter. Katie and Angelina clutched their sides from laughing so hard while the twins fell out of their seats pulling Lee with them.

"You. Are. Dead!" Hermione shouted bringing out her wand.

Now Harry knew he was better at dueling and a lot stronger than Hermione, but he also wasn't stupid. So like any smart man, he knew when to retreat. After all pissed off women some how seemed to gain some sort of ungodly amount of unknown power when enraged. It was an unspoken rule to all men and boys to run.

'It must be in our DNA.' Harry thought as he ran out of the Great Hall with spells flying all around him as he twisted and turned to avoid getting hit.

One spell just barely skimmed him face as he turned just out of reach and left the Great Hall.

'That was close. I shouldn't have pushed her that far, but it was too great of an opportunity to miss. Oh well might as well as see McGonagall about my schedule now.'

Two Days Later:

The past two days had actually been normal for Harry. He was still a little wary of Hermione, who was still blowing off steam around him for the stunt that he had pulled. But he was able to get out of Divination and decided to not take another class. Other than that Harry was looking forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts today. The twins and Lee had said that it was an awesome class, and that Moody actually knew his stuff made it even better. Harry entered the classroom with Hermione as they sat down together. All around them students were talking and looking excited for the class to start, the whole school having heard about his classes. The door slammed open as Moody limped up to the front of the class room scribbling frantically on the chalkboard.

"Put your books away, we won't be needing them for this lesson." Moody barked out, looking at his students. "You won't be needing them for this. This whole year we'll be studying illegal curses. Today is all about the Unforgivable Curses." Moody surveyed the class with his glass eye whizzing around; some of the students looked excited while others where weary. "Now them, CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody roared out, causing the students all to jump out of their seats.

Moody started laughing out loud crazily.

"Always be on your guard anyone can turn on you, now looking at the person next to you, you're sitting next to a potential killer. Congratulations." Moody muttered.

Moody started stalking around the classroom staring at all his students like they were about to up and kill him.

"Weasley!" Moody randomly barked out, causing Ron to jump.

"Yes, Professor?" Ron asked nervously not that Harry could blame him.

'Moody is scary as hell and his constant muttering to himself makes him all the more freaky.'

"Give me an Unforgivable." Moody said all the while his eye was spinning wildly around the room staring at all the students.

"My dad, he did mention one, the Imperius Curse, or at least I think that's what it was called." Ron answered as he fidgeted looking frightened at Moody.

"Right you are lad. Your dad would know all about that one to. Now watch closely." Moody grabbed a creepy looking spider thing out of an open jar and held it out for the class to see and pointed his wand at it. "Imperio."

The spider started dancing and flailing around causing the class to laugh.

"Think it's funny do you!" Moody roared out.

The spider started hopping around and crawling around all over the students. Harry thought that the screams could be hears all the way in London from here. Then all of a sudden the spider ran over into a base of water and jumped into it. Moody grabbed it out when it became apparent that it would drown.

"The Imperius Curse, complete control over a person to do whatever you wish them, even if it means death as you just saw. Had I not stopped it, it would not be among the living right now." Moody stated.

The entire class was quiet; the seriousness of the lesson was all to clear.

'I might not have been able to see it but I could hear it struggling, fighting for air. People think that seeing things are the worst things to have happen to them, but after the Dementors from last year hearing my mother screaming to her death while Voldemort just laughed was sickening. This just makes me realize how much more of a sick bastard Voldemort really is.' Harry thought but was brought back to attention when Moody began speaking again.

"Longbottom, give me another Unforgivable." Moody barked staring at Neville with his full attention.

"The… The Cru… Cruciatus Cures." Neville stuttered out.

Moody nodded at him but didn't comment on it. Turning to the strange spider creature Moody mumbled the spell. "Crucio!"

Shrieking sounds could be heard as the creature started shaking uncontrollably. Moody's face started twisting into some sick kind of pleasure.

"Stop it! Can't you see that it's bothering him. STOP IT!" Hermione shouted.

Moody stopped it abruptly and looked around the class.

"As you can see, the Cruciatus Curse is the torture curse. If under it even the best of fighters minds will shatter. The pain is unbearable it also causes horrible side effects most of the time especially if the caster doesn't do it right. It can cause immense pain for days, or sometimes weeks after." Moody stared at the class as if daring them to say something stupid.

The class was quiet absorbing in the information they were given.

'How can anybody do that to people? Just this summer the Death Eaters at the World Cup were messing around with the Muggles just for fun. The thought that they could just carelessly do this to someone just for entertainment, words just can't describe how disgusting this is.' Harry thought.

"And the last Unforgivable Curse, does anyone know it?" Moody asked looking at the students.

Hermione raised her hand up shakily.

"Yes, Ms. Granger." Moody called to her.

"Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse." Hermione whispered paling.

Moody grunted in agreement as he turned to the spider.

"Avada Kedavra." A flash of green light burst out of his wand as the spell hit the creature silencing it for good. "The Killing Curse, one hit and your dead. Only Mr. Potter has survived this, I hope this lesson has been productive for you, as it was enjoyable for me. Now, just the use of one of these on another human is an automatic ticket into Azkaban prison. This year I will be teaching you how to protect yourself and counter dark curses. So stop sitting there looking stupid and start writing notes down." Moody barked out, causing the rustling and scurrying of students to start writing.

'Out of all the curses surprisingly the Killing Curse is the most merciful. Just one hit and you are gone no suffering or torture. But to actually live with yourself knowing that you murdered someone and possibly enjoyed it, you have to be completely messed up in the head to do that. How the Ministry allows and Death Eater from before to roam free is beyond me, bunch of idiots, especially Fudge.' Harry mentally scoffed.

Moody started stalking around the classroom again making the students slightly nervous of him.

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody suddenly shouted making all the students jump again.

Moody started cracking up in a fit of laughter as the bell rang dismissing the students from the class.

"Longbottom, stay behind for a moment, I need to speak with you." Moody called out.

Harry glanced at Hermione as she also slowed down now reluctant to leave the classroom.

Neville nodded to them.

"Go on without me, I'll catch up to you guys later." Neville said.

"If you are sure, Neville." Hermione said, chewing on her bottom lip nervously.

"Go on, I'll see you later." Neville said as he nodded to them.

"Later then." Harry called out to him and leaving with Hermione.

'I am a bit nervous to leave Neville with him; ex-Auror or not he's mental.' Harry thought.

Both Harry and Hermione left and started heading back to Gryffindor Tower.

Neville arrived back at the tower unharmed and in a much better mood. Moody had him for some tea and just gave Neville a book on Herbology. Much to the relief of Hermione and Harry, although classes with Moody were educational the man was completely mental. Adding to Harry's growing list of mental Professors. After he cast the Imperius Curse on the students nothing to big happened after that, he was still insane but he knew what he was doing and Harry had to give him that. Moody was a master at casting all the dark and illegal curses he would use. Harry knew that as an Auror that you needed to have some experience with dark spells, but Moody had them all mastered and more. The only time that Harry had encountered someone who was this good at the Dark Arts was Voldemort or one of his followers. Harry knew Moody wasn't a Death Eater, but for some reason he was incredibly wary around Moody.

It deeply confused him because this was one of Dumbledore's closest friends. After a while he decided just to keep an eye out on the man.

'Something about him feels incredibly off and for the life of me I just can't figure out what it is. Dumbledore trusts him, but I just have this gut feeling about him that something is off, and it's so bloody confusing. The only thing I can do is wait and see how things play out, but damn it all, I hate waiting. Oh well, things are about to get more interesting especially with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. It wouldn't be Hogwarts without mayhem.'

"Did you do it?" Harry asked, smiling at the twins.

"Yep, and your cloak is in your trunk safe and sound." Fred assured him.

"When do you think that they will notice?" Harry asked them as they were just about to finish eating.

"Oh we reckon quite soon. Brilliant idea by the way, Harry." George complimented.

Harry mock bowed his head in recognition.

"Look, it's starting." Lee whispered.

Soon the cries of outrage and humiliation as well as roaring laugher was heard. The whole left half of the Slytherin table was stuck to the bench they sat on. A wonderful mixture of Muggle supper glue and magical spells made a perfect prank.

"Just wait until they are unattached from the benches." Harry smirked.

"What'd you do?" Lee asked him eagerly.

A scream of outrage soon answered his question. The Slytherin's that were able to get unattached from the benches now were wearing brilliant golden yellow robes.

"That makes their robes bright yellow all day. And since Hufflepuff is also a gold colored house Snape can't accuse that a Gryffindor did this." Harry said.

"Brilliant!" Fred said.

"How'd you do it?" George asked him.

"I added my own special stuff to the glue so they can sit on the bench stuck being green snakes or stand up being proud Hufflepuffs." Harry told them laughing.

"Who did this!" Snape roared out and the Great Hall quieted down. "If no one tells me then you all will have to be punished, and fifty points from Gryffindor!"

"Just one moment, Hufflepuff is yellow my Gryffindors would have turned them red if they did this. You can not blame my lions for every thing. Sixty points to Gryffindor for not behaving out of line." McGonagall cut across.

The two teachers soon began yelling at each other with Sprout and Flitwick soon adding into the fray. Defending their houses against Snape. All and all Harry and the guys got out of trouble and pulled a prank right under Snape's long hooked nose. Life was definitely good.

All the students were waiting inside the Great Hall waiting for the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to arrive.

'Now, I guess that the proper thing to do would be to get the whole school outside, freeze our arses off while waiting for our guests to arrive and greet them, and then go into the school after escorting them into the Great Hall. But, like the French, who think oh so highly of us, we're going to be like the British bastards that they think we are and have them take care of themselves. Besides, how does standing in one place say welcome to Hogwarts?' Harry thought.

Harry was brought out of his musings as he could hear Argus Filch, their oh so great school caretaker huffing and wheezing from what Harry could only assume what was running, and announced that Beauxbatons had arrived. Students all around turned to the entrance waiting for them to come through the entrance. Dumbledore stood up as they came through, Harry could 'see' them running and feel them unleashing magic as they came down the hall. The males of the school much to the female' ire welcomed them very enthusiastically.

'You can practically feel all the Hogwarts girls giving off a 'don't fuck with me' attitude right now. I'm glad that I'm blind other wise the girls would probably throttle me. I don't need Divination to know that Fred and George are going to get their arses kicked by the girls tonight. Oh well, there's nothing I can do but pray for them.' Harry thought as he smirked at this as maybe he would get a front row seat as he had never seen a wrestling match before, but this would probably be better than anything he would ever see happen.

Filch came back in huffing and wheezing again as Dumbledore stood up and welcomed Durmstrang. There entrance was more about power, as they marched like elite soldiers with a burst of fire magic surrounding them. They settled in with the Slytherins while Beauxbatons went with Ravenclaw. Dumbledore was giving his speech when a girl from Beauxbatons laughed out loud, which greatly annoyed Hermione while Harry just watched on with amusement.

'Hermione always rapidly listens to Dumbledore, so for Dumbledore to be interrupted is like a cardinal sin in Hermione's book.'

Other than that dinner went normal until he and Hermione went to leave. Apparently the whole Durmstrang group decided to leave almost smashing into the two of them. Harry heard and saw the gray mass nearby, quickly grabbed Hermione pulling her close spinning them away from crashing while backing away to avoid crashing into them. Harry could feel the stares of amazement from the nearby students at the end of the tables. Harry then let go of Hermione.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked her concerned.

"Fine, just surprised is all." Hermione said, sounding breathless.

She was shocked at Harry's reaction time but then again he is a seeker after all she reasoned.

"Harry Potter?" Harry heard a man ask.

His voice was older and rougher sounding.

"Yes, and you are?" Harry replied curious.

He had a hunch but just wanted see if he was right.

"Igor Karkaroff Headmaster of Durmstrang. Curious, but I thought I heard that you were blind." He stated bluntly.

'And I thought that us British were supposed to be tactless buffoons with no manners. He is blunter than Ron is. And there are so many responses I could give him, oh well, might as well try and give us British lads a chance at looking good.' Harry thought as he turned directly where Karkaroff's face was. 'After all, nothing like a direct approach.'

"I am Headmaster Karkaroff, and the rumors you heard were true I am blind." Harry responded, hopping it was direct but not rude.

"Then how… how did you move like that and know where we were? Even I myself would have difficulty moving out of the way like that not to mention that you maneuvered not just yourself but someone else as well." Karkaroff said, looking at Harry much more closely.

Grinning Harry gave his favorite response, it was completely true but confused the hell out of people.

"Just because I'm blind doesn't mean that I can't see. Now if you will excuse me and my friend we'll be going now." Harry said politely.

Harry maneuvered through the Durmstrang students with Hermione leading them causing more people to look amazed at his normality for being blind. Harry could hear all the whispers and talk from his display and just grinned amused.

'Not exactly humbling but it was fun to do. Put it on my list of things 'Harry Freakin' Potter' can do.'

The school was in a buzz. Durmstrang had just finished placing their names into the Goblet of Fire. Harry quietly finished his breakfast bidding the group a quiet goodbye before setting off towards the library. Harry just turned around a corner, only to crash into someone sending them both onto the floor. Harry groaned and started getting up.

'Damn it, I left my cane in my room this morning, I could have avoided this but I wasn't paying attention.'

"What are you blind?" The girl demanded angrily.

Now, Harry should have been offended, angry, or insulted. Instead he couldn't help but grin.

'This is going to be fun.'

"Actually, I am." Harry sensed her stiffen as she looked at him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The girl sounded mortified.

'Of all the things you had to say Fleur it was that! And I insulted Harry Potter!' Fleur thought.

Fleur was cursing herself he was easy to recognize with his famous lighting bolt scar showing. Harry just bent down handing her books back to her.

"You know, I never have heard that one before, it's kind of funny since it's true." Harry said, as he thought it was funny.

Fleur just stared at him in shock.

"Anyway, where are my manners, hi I'm Harry Potter." Harry said as he held his hand out to the girl.

"Fleur Delacour." Fleur answered as she took his hand.

'He is very different then I thought he would be.' Fleur thought shaking his hand.

Harry then felt a pull more like an allure that he should be very attracted to her even if he couldn't see her. Everything about her became so imposing, Harry was surprised by her soft hand he didn't want to let go of, wisps of her silky hair that he wanted to run his hands through, her soft trilling voice he wanted to keep on listening to, and her intoxicating smell; Honeysuckle and Rosewood.

'What the hell is going on here it's like the allure Fred and George told me those Veela had, coming onto the field for the Quidditch World Cup.' Harry thought.

Shaking away these thoughts and the urges to do something stupid he released her hand and took a deep breath clearing his mind.

'Thank God that I am learning Occlumency. Now that my mind is clear I can act normal.'

"Well Fleur, if that's all then I'll be heading to the library I'm sorry for running into you. I'm guessing you are going to enter the tournament so I wish you all the best." Harry said as he nodded to her and walked away.

'Polite, apologized, and took the blame for a fault what was mutual. Score one for the British.'

Harry was about to enter the library when he heard rushing footsteps coming towards him.

"'Arry!" Fleur called out stopping next to him.

Amused at his new name Harry turned to her.

"Is there something wrong, Fleur?" Harry asked bemused, he was kind of curious as to what she wanted.

"You… you are not attracted to me? It iz strange, every boy I meet fall all over zee place around me." Fleur tilted her head at him in curiosity.

Floored, Harry could only blink.

'That was blunt.'

"What?" was all he managed to gasp out in shock.

He knew people could be forward with him but this took first place.

"You don't like girls zen?" Fleur asked, confused but also amused.

'He is really adorable when he is flustered, which is funny considering how confident he seems to be.'

Fleur started to smile at him.

"Hell no! No! I like girls, screw that I love them even! You just caught me off guard. But as to your question I just cleared my mind and shook off whatever trance like thing is around you. It was simple really." Harry said while shrugging nonchalantly.

Fleur was floored.

'He… He can just do that with no problem? Only papa is one of the few males that I know of who can do that with ease.' Fleur shook her head snapping out of her thoughts.

"You just… threw it off? Like it was nothing?" Fleur said in amazement.

Scratching the back of his neck nervously Harry smiled sheepishly nodding. Fleur looked at him for a long moment studying him from head to toe.

'He is better looking than more of the men that I have seen, but besides being blind he does no appear to be different. But, there is something different about him, what it is, I just can't put my finger on it.'

"What? Do I have a extra nose or something?" Harry asked, bringing her back to attention.

Fleur just laughed shaking her head, trying to stop her giggles.

"No, no it iz not zar. It's fine 'Arry." Fleur answered.

'He seems so normal despite being blind. Gabby will be relived to hear this and so jealous that I am talking to him, she was so upset when she heard about him becoming blind.'

"Good, I really don't want another nose." Harry told her faking a relived expression.

"It would make you stand out." Fleur agreed with him smiling.

"Just like a scar on my forehead huh? I should really look into getting one of those. After all I hardly get any attention at all." Harry said with a grin.

"Zat iz what I was thinking, defeating a dark wizard iz not nearly enough attention. A scandalous tattoo would do as well." Fleur offered.

"Would a giant heart saying 'I love me!' be good enough?" Harry asked.

Fleur laughed.

"No, you need something bigger zen zat 'Arry. And it has to be somewhere underneath your clothes, if it's showing zere iz no fun in finding or looking. Not to mention less secretive and shocking."

"I'll work on that, in the mean time do you want to join me? If you're not busy that is, would you like to come to the library with me?" Harry asked her.

'It's always nice to have company as the library can get boring if you're here all alone. That must be why Hermione always drags me here with her, not that I mind.'

"I would like zat 'Arry." Fleur said and then followed Harry where they went to a small table in the corner of the library.

It was after meeting that they then proceeded to come back daily and chat with one another, becoming fast friends. Hermione liked her as she would often join them in the library.

'But her and the girls freaked out after they found out I was with an 'older woman'. Thank God I was able to calm them down and explain it to them. It's also fun for all of us to speak French people always try and listen in on me. Fleur was really shocked as she didn't even realize we were speaking French until I pointed it out. Granted she was busy writing a paper, but it was still funny as hell.'

Fleur was very nervous about being chosen she wanted to prove that she was not just a pretty face, which was hard considering she was of Veela heritage. When Harry found out he wasn't all that surprised as he had his suspicions, they were just confirmed. Fleur only had one friend Ami Brun, it was hard making friends, considering the girls around her turned into jealous bitches. Fleur couldn't fully control her powers yet and needed special training, which was a lot of time and had to have a willing Veela to do so. Fleur said that her 'Grandmuzzer' would be willing after graduation so it wouldn't interfere with her school.

The entire Great Hall was buzzing as it was time to announce the champions. The Goblet of Fire suddenly glowed a bright red as a paper was flung out of it. All the students stopped their activities and watched intently. Dumbledore grabbed it looking at it for a moment.

"The champion for Beauxbatons Academy is, Fleur Delacour." Dumbledore shouted.

The Great Hall went into cheers mostly from the males but Harry, Hermione, and Ami also shouted their support.

"All right, Fleur!" Harry and Hermione shouted together.

She turned to them and smiled at them even if Harry didn't see her do it he just guessed that's what she did when she paused and turned towards them.

"I knew she would be chosen only her and Ami seemed up for the challenge." Harry said to Hermione, who nodded in agreement.

"Isn't it exciting that we know a champion, hopefully Angelina will be chosen also." Hermione gushed.

'This is getting so exciting that you can feel it in the air all around with everyone.' Hermione thought as she couldn't help but smile as it would be exciting for another friend to be chosen.

"Yeah, but Krum will be chosen from Durmstrang for sure, I'll bet my Firebolt on it." Harry said as Fleur left the room.

Hermione turned to him incredulously.

"Harry, you can't just know that, it's a magical goblet that chooses each champion carefully with…" Hermione was cut off as Dumbledore read the name on the paper that just came out of the goblet.

'I was just going to say it chooses them with immense caution going over and selecting on what each champion can bring into the tournament that makes it all the more special.' Hermione thought.

Hermione huffed in irritation for once at Dumbledore.

"The champion for Durmstrang is Victor Krum." He shouted out, causing Harry to turn to Hermione smugly smiling which caused her to inwardly groan.

"I told you so." Harry sang to Hermione.

'Whatever.' Hermione thought in irritation as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, stuff it, Harry." Hermione huffed folding her arms while Harry just grinned.

'It feels so good to be right, that and even if I bet my Firebolt, I wouldn't have lost it.'

For the last time that night the goblet glowed red as the final paper came out. The whole school froze waiting for the Hogwarts champion to be chosen.

"The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory." Dumbledore called out.

Needless to say, the Hufflepuff table went crazy. This was the biggest thing for them since Helga Hufflepuff probably. Or so Harry figured.

"Oh well, at least it's a neutral house I think it's best that way." Harry said.

Hermione nodded in agreement. Just as Cedric left the Great Hall the fire started glowing red. A paper flew out to everyone's amazement. It was so quiet it seems as if time itself had stilled. Dumbledore grabbed it and read it out loud in a baffled whispered, but everyone heard it.

"Harry Potter." Dumbledore whispered.

'Oh hell.' Harry thought.

AN: And cut! I hope everyone likes this chapter. I really enjoyed writing it. Anyways, please read and review.

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