The Girl Who Lived

Triwizard Tournament

Later that day, Ron, Mione, Harry, Ginny, Fred, George, and I were sitting in a circle in the common room.
"So..." Mione started, "Should we get to know each other? I mean, we all know each other, but none of us know you, Heather."
We decided to go in a circle and state one fact about ourselves that people might not know.
Fred went first. "I am older than Georgie, here." He pays George on the back.
"How was that fair? It's not my fault I'm younger!" George whines.
We all laugh.
"Okay-my turn." Ron says. "I am terrified of spiders because someone turned my teddy bear into one when I was younger." He glares at Fred and George. Harry lets out a laugh, then stops when Ron looks at him.
"Whoops. Sorry about that." Fred says. "But not really."
Ron sighs as we all try not to laugh.
Finally, it was my turn. "My hair is not naturally brown. It is actually red, but Aunt Petunia wanted me to dye it so I looked like 'part of the family'."
Mione nodded. "I can see you with red hair. It would actually look quite good on you."
Then Harry went. He told us that he crashed a flying car into a tree his second year.
I gasped. "You did what?"
Harry laughed. "I blame Ron."
Now it was Ron's turn to gasp. "I thought we were friends! Why does everyone blame everything on me?"
Mione told us that even though she's "the brightest witch of her age," or so she's been told, she can barely fly a broom.
I smiled, knowing that Hogwarts was my new home, and this was my new family.
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Lying in my new bed, which is next to Mione's, I was thinking about the upcoming event that was announced during the feast.
*Flashback*
A/N I got this directly from Goblet of Fire. Rowling gets all credit.
"We are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly.
The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.
"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar . . ."
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Er — but maybe this is not the time . . . no . . ." said Dumble- dore, "where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament . . . well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely.
"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities — until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."
"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, looking alarmed. But her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of students in the Hall; many of them were whispering excitedly to one another, and Harry himself was far more interested in hearing about the tournament than in worrying about deaths that had happened hundreds of years ago.
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger.
"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."
"I'm going for it!" Fred Weasley hissed down the table, his face lit with enthusiasm at the prospect of such glory and riches. He was not the only person who seemed to be visualizing himself as the Hogwarts champion. At every House table, Harry could see people either gazing raptly at Dumbledore, or else whispering fervently to their neighbors. But then Dumbledore spoke again, and the Hall quieted once more.
"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," he said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age — that is to say, seventeen years or older — will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This" — Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious — "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred's and George's mutinous faces. "I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen.
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted sup port to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"
Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall.
"They can't do that!" said George Weasley, who had not joined the crowd moving toward the door, but was standing up and glaring at Dumbledore. "We're seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot?"
"They're not stopping me entering," said Fred stubbornly, also scowling at the top table. "The champions'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be allowed to do normally. And a thousand Galleons prize money!"
***
I just wish that I could enter. Imagine that- Heather Potter: Hogwarts TriWizard Tournament Winner.
I can only dream of the possibilities.
However, don't all dreams come true? I know there's a saying or quote or something about that. Something about nightmares and dreams. It's on the tip of my tongue, but it's all the way in the back of my mind.
I am dreaming as I fall into a dreamless sleep.
How ironic.

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