it was the day of the first task of the triwizard tournament, which harry was mysteriously nominated to take part in.

it's been a mess since then, throughout the whole school, everyone's been on edge, not just us.

harry was in the champions tent with the others and i was in the stands with ron, mione and astrid, who was comforting me.

we saw the first task with dragons and i started to get even more anxious

ron and harry were fighting because ron felt betrayed, which is just stupid because it's so obvious that he didn't put his name in the goblet.

"indi, relax, he'll be fine" astrid whispered, grabbing my hands and removing them from my mouth before i consumed them.

the arena fell silent as harry was bought into the ring, a nervous look on his face. he spotted the golden egg, what the champions had to collect, sitting alone and unattended. so he tried to collect it, however he was forced to fall back, the dragon blocking him with a wall of fire. harry hid behind a rock as the flames continued to hold him there. everyone gasped as harry's arm was burned by the flames, my anxiety growing as tears welled in my eyes."your wand harry, use your wand!" hermione shouted.

it fell quiet until we saw harry's broom fly around the corner. he mounted it and flew out of the arena, the dragon breaking the chains and following close behind. everyone was on the edge of their seats, worried as everything was quiet, no sign of harry or the dragon. then out of nowhere he swooped in, grabbing the egg and flying towards the tent. everyone cheered and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of him unharmed, minus his arm.

"see, i told you he'd be fine" astrid said to me as i nodded, hugging her tight.

*later in the gryffindor common room*

astrid, hermione and i stood in the group surrounding harry as the common room filled with cheers. the twins then put him on their shoulders.

"we knew you wouldn't die harry" george said.

"lose a leg" fred added.

"or an arm" george continued.

"pack it in altogether" said fred

"NEVER!" they shouted in unison.

"go on harry, what's the clue?" seamus asked curiously, handing harry the egg.

"who wants me to open it?! you want me to open it?!" harry yelled in enthusiasm and everyone cheered in excitement.

harry opened the egg and a loud, ear piercing screech filled the room, everyone covering their ears immediately.

"what the bloody hell was that?" exclaimed ron from the doorway

"alright everyone, go back to your knitting. this is gonna be uncomfortable enough without all you nosey sods listening in" fred announced.

"i hope they finally fix things" i muttered as hermione and astrid nodded in agreement.

"shhh let's eavesdrop" astrid whispered.

"i reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the goblet of fire" ron said.

"caught on have you. took you long enough" harry replied, being the sass queen he is.

"wasn't just me who thought you'd done it. everyone was saying it behind your back" ron reasoned.

"brilliant. that makes me feel loads better" he answered.

"at least I warned you about the dragons." ron said, trying to make harry feel better.

"hagrid warned me about the dragons"

"oh no no, i did. don't you remember? i told hermione to tell you that seamus told me that parvati told dean that hagrid was looking for you. seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. i thought you'd be alright, you know, after you figured that out" ron explained.

at that me and astrid shared a glance, both of us wondering how we were related to such an idiot.

"who could possibly figure that out? that's completely mental" harry replied dumbfounded.

"yeah it is isn't it. suppose I was a bit distraught" replied ron

"boys" hermione, astrid and i muttered in unison , shaking our heads.

*the next morning at breakfast*

"parcel for you mr weasley." said a boy named nigel

"thank you nigel." ron said as nigel was gazing at harry.

"not now nigel. later. go on." ron said

as nigel left, "i told him i'd get him harry's autograph. oh look mum's sent me something. mum sent me a dress??" ron explained

"well it does match your eyes. is there a bonnet?" harry asked, smiling. "aah" he said as he pulled it out of the box

"astrid these must be for you." ron said

"i'm not wearing that it's ghastly." astrid retorted

hermione and i started laughing

"what are you two on about?" ron asked

"they're not for astrid they're for you! dress robes." i said, still snickering with hermione, astrid and harry joining in

"dress robes? for what?" ron asked, confused

*later in the great hall*

"the yule ball has been a tradition of the tri-wizard tournament since its inception. on christmas eve night we gather with our guests in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. as representitives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and i mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost... a dance." mcgonagall announced

groans emerged from the boys who were listening on.

"silence. the house of godric gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. i will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.

"try saying that five times faster." fred whispered to george

they tried as mcgonagall continued, "now to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight.

"something's about to burst out of hilary but I don't think it's a swan." ron whispered to seamus

"owh!" he whisper-shouted as i whacked his arm

"inside every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance. mr weasley, will you join me." mcgonagall announced

the look on ron's face made me want to burst out laughing as i shared a glance with astrid, her also trying to hold her giggles in.

mcgonagall grabbed ron and pulled him up to dance.

"now, place your right hand on my waist." she instructed

"where?" ron asked, the look on his face worsening, which made me and astrid burst out giggling.

ronald sent us a glare which made us shut up

"my waist." mcgonagall repeated as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist as a wolf whistle came from the crowd.

"now bend your arm. mr filch..." she continued as the music started

"one two three, one two three, one two three." mcgonagall counted along with the beat

"oi! never gonna let him forget this are you?" harry asked me, astrid and the twins

"never." we all chorus-mouthed as mcgonagall instructed us all to come together