Captivated by their love ~ Y/n Potter x Bellatrix and Narcissa Black

10. The goblet of fire

-Y/n's pov-

'now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..' Dumbledore starts but someone stops him, whispers something in his ear and walks away.

'So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime.' Dumbledore says. A group of girls dressed in blue dance up the aisle and release butterflies into the air. They bow and everyone applauds.

'And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff.' Dumbledore says. A series of older boys walk up the aisle brandishing bo staffs, twirling them around and periodically stabbing them into the ground with a spark effect. I notice one of them Viktor Krum.

So the feast has started and everyone is talking, it's cool that this year the tournament is held at Hogwarts.

'Your attention please! I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.' Dumbledore explains

'For this reason the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister Bartimus Crouch.' Dumbledore explains

Suddenly thunder roars and rain starts falling from the clouds above us. Then someone stops it and takes all attention.

'After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final.' Bartimus Crouch says and people are shouting because they find it unfair.

'Silence!' Dumbledore then shouts, everyone grows silent. The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the tri-wizard tournament has begun.' Dumbledore says.

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Fred and George now run into the room, people cheer as they're holding something. 'Cooked it up just this morning.' Fred says 'it's not going to work' Hermione says

'oh yeah. And why is that Granger?' Fred asks 'You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.' she explains 'so?' Fred asks

'see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself. So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion.' she says

'That's why it's so brilliant.' George says 'ready Fred?' George asks 'ready George?' Fred asks 'Bottoms up' they say at the same time and drink the potion. They jump into the circle and they are successful.

People cheer them on. They put their names in the goblet and cheer. But then fire spews out of the goblet and the boys get send flying.

Hair starts growing 'You said!' they say at the same time, they then start to wrestle.

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'Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champions selection!' Dumbledore says and we all sit down, I am sitting next to Pansy and Draco

'who do you think will be selected?' Pansy asks 'well I saw Viktor Krum putting his name in the goblet so for Durmstrang. For Beauxbatons I have no idea and for Hogwarts, I think that Cedric Diggory or maybe Flint' I say.

The first paper comes out of the goblet 'The Durmstrang champion is ... Viktor Krum!' Dumbledore announces, people cheer loudly as Viktor Krum walks towards Dumbledore. Then the second paper flies into Dumbledore's hand

'The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour' he says and people cheer, the girl stands up and walks towards Dumbledore. 'The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory.' he says and we all cheer, Cedric stands up and walks towards 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 cup!' Dumbledore says but then the goblet glows red and another paper flies into Dumbledore's hand

'Y/n Potter. Y/n Potter?' he shouts and I frown, looking at Draco 'go' he encourages me, but I hesitate 'Y/n Potter!' he shouts and I quickly stand up, walking towards Dumbledore 'she's a cheat! She isn't even seventeen!' people start shouting.

'silence!' Dumbledore shouts and I arrive at him 'stand with the champions' he says and I nod, I stand next to Krum, who looks at me.

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'I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? what mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest. Lovely.' a woman says and takes me away from the other champions.

'so, Y/n, here you are, at the age of twelve' she says 'I am fourteen' I tell her 'about to compete against three students. Not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?' she continues

'I dunno I haven't really thought about it.' I tell her 'Course you're not just any ordinary girl of twelve are you...' she says 'fourteen' I tell her once again

'The story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament' she says 'No I didn't enter.' I tell her

'Course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel Y/n.' she says and turns towards her self writing quill 'Scratch that last. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? proud? or concerned that your attitude shows at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic deathwish.' she says

'Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past.' I tell her