The Five Champions

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Katrina's POV

I sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at Harry and I. I was stunned. I felt numb. I was surely dreaming. I had not heard correctly.

There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry and I as we sat, frozen, in our seats.

Up at the top table, Minnie had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Grandfather, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly.

I turned to Ron, Hermione, and Harry; beyond them, I saw the long Gryffindor table all watching me, openmouthed.

"I didn't put my name in," Harry and I said blankly at the same time. "You know we didn't." I added.

Both of them stared just as blankly back.

At the top table, Grandfather had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Katrina! Up here, if you please!"

"Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry and I a slight push.

I got to my feet, trod on the hem of my robes, and stumbled slightly. Harry and I set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didn't seem to be getting any nearer at all, and I could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon me, as though each were a searchlight. The buzzing grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour, I was right in front of Grandfather, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon me.

"Well...through the door, Harry...Katrina," said Grandfather. He wasn't smiling and as I looked into his blue eyes there was no twinkle - just a stoney expression with a hint of fear when he looked back at me.

I moved off along the teachers' table. Hagrid was seated right at the end. He did not wink at Harry or I, or wave, or give any of his usual signs of greeting. He looked completely astonished and stared at us as we passed like everyone else. We went through the door out of the Great Hall and found ourselves in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A handsome fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite.

The faces in the portraits turned to look at us as we entered. I saw a wizened witch flit out of the frame of her picture and into the one next to it, which contained a wizard with a walrus mustache. The wizened witch started whispering in his ear.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when Harry and I walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.

"What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"

She thought we had come to deliver a message. I didn't know how to explain what had just happened. I just stood there, looking at the three champions. It struck me how very tall all of them were.

There was a sound of scurrying feet behind us, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry and I by the arm and led us forward.

"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing our arms. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen...lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. "May I introduce - incredible though it may seem - the fourth and fifth Triwizard champions?"

Viktor Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed Harry and I. Cedric looked at me in surprise and his face mirrored the fear on mine. He looked from Bagman to Harry to me and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said. Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."

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