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[All of the student from the three schools are gatherd in the great hall to find out who the champions are. Rose is sitting by herself staring into space. Dione and Enzo walk over] Hey girl. [rose jumps shaking her head]

"Day dreaming about Jupiter Malfoy" Sirius sings. James hits his arm. "Ow!"

Rose: Hey, I saved you seats.

Dione: You good?

Rose: Yeah...yeah...

Dumbledore: Sit down. Please. Now the moment you've all been waiting for: The champion selection. [he uses his magic to turn down all the fires. Puts his hands onto the goblet, the goblet changes colour as a peice of parachemnr comes out of it.] The. Durmstrang champion is Victor Krum. [The hall cheers]

The hall cheers

Dumbledore: [The goblet lights up again] The champion for Beauxbatons...is Fluer Delacour [The hall cheers. She steps up shaking his hand

Dumbledore: The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory. 

"Yess! That's my son!" Amos cheers loudly.

Rose: Woah!!!

Dumbledore: Excellent! We now have our three champions.  But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions...this vessel of victory... The triwizard cip!

[The goblet starts to become flamed again, Changing colour, a parchment comes out. Dumbledore looks confused] Harry Potter...? Harry Potter? [Harry sits down. Hagrid shakes his head]

James and Lily  faces drop "no!"

Hagrid: No. no.

Rose: What...?

Dumbledore: Harry Potter!

Hermione: Go on, Harry. Harry for goodness sake [Ron watches angry. Dumbledore stares at him confused as he hands him the parchment. Rose gets up.]

- He's a chest!

- He's not even 17 yet.

Rose: Shut it, Jones.. [following hary down to the trophy room.] Haz?

Harry: Rose..I didn't - I - I -

Rose: Look at me. [she holds his face looking in his eyes. Her eyes flash green. He winced a bit.] I belive you. I belive you.

Fleamont shakes his head "don't use magic on your brother rose"

Maxime: It's wrong. I tell you!

Moody: You French tart. Everything is a conspiracy theory!

Some chuckle at moody

Dumbledore: Quiet! I can't think!

Maxime: I protest!

Dumbledore; Harry.

Maxime: I protest!

Dumbledore: Harry,  [charging to him putting his hands on Harry's shoulders making him fall back] did you put your name in the Goblet of fire?

"Don't touch my son like that!" James glared at him.

Harry: No sir.

Rose; Get your hands off him!

Dumbledore: Did you ask one  of the older students..to do it for you?

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