🥀ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤: ℍ.ℙ🥀

𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕜: 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

The crowds are cheering, people are taking bets. Emily rolls her eyes and turns to Hermione.

"I can't take this anymore. I'm going to check on him."

Before she had the chance to stop her, Hermione is helplessly watching as Emily walks to the champion's tent.

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Harry is pacing nervously, while Emily is standing by the tent door whispering in.

"Pssst! Harry? Is that you?"

"Yeah."

"How are you feeling? Ok? The key is to concentrate. After that you just have to...", She trails off.

"Battle a dragon."

Emily makes a small noise, before she throws herself onto Harry in a hug. He staggers back from the sheer force of the hug, but wraps his arms around her waist nonetheless.

However, the moment is ruined by a bright camera flash. Rita Skeeter is seen when the smoke from the camera clears.

"Young love! Ohh how.. stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today you might make the front page."

"You have no business here. This tent is for champions and friends.", Krum speaks up.

"No matter. We've got what we wanted.", Rita leaves and Dumbledore enters.

"Good day champions. Gather round please. Now you've waited, you've wondered and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate."

The champions gather around him in a circle.

"What are you doing here Miss Merlin?"

"Oh um.. Sorry I'll just go.", Emily goes to walk off, but not before tapping Harry's shoulder.

He turns around and she kisses him quickly.

"I love you. Be safe."

"I'll try.", He smiles.

"Love you too."

She leaves as Dumbledore continues.

"Barty. The bag."

"Champions, in a circle around me. Miss Delacour over here, Mr Krum, and Potter over here. Right. Miss Delacour, if you will...", Barty holds up a bag. Fleur takes out a little green dragon.

"The welsh green. Mr Krum...", Viktor takes another out.

"The chinese fireball. Oooooh.", Cedric picks one.

"The swedish short-snout. Which leaves..."

"The horntail...", Harry mutters.

"What's that boy?", Barty asks him.

"Nothing.", Harry puts his hand in the bag and pulls out the dragon.

"The hungarian horntail. These represent very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple, collect the egg. This you must do, for each egg contains a clue without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?"

"Very well. Good luck champions. Mr Diggory
the sound of the cannon...", The cannon fires immediately.

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Harry is sitting alone nervously.

"Three of our champions have now faced their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our fourth and final contestant.", Dumbledore's voice rings out over the intercom.