You walked into the great hall and looked at the big cup of the Triwizard Tournament. You saw Ron and Harry talking. You approached them.

'I don't get it. Why would you volunteer for this? You can die.' You sighed.

'Yeah... I don't get it either.'

'Eternal glory! That's why.' Ron grinned.  'If you win you're amazing.'

'Yes!!' You heard behind you.

Everyone started applauding as Fred and George ran in with a small bottle in their hands.

'Thank you!' They smiled while giving high fives.

You grinned and as they passed you, you gave them a high five.

'Well, lads, we've done it!' George spoke.

'Cooked it up just this morning!' Fred smiled.

'It's not going to woooorrk.' Hermione sighed.

You hadnt even noticed her. She was reading on the side of the great hall. Fred and George sat down besides Hermione.

'Oh yeah?' George asked. 

'And why is that so?'

'You see this?' Hermione asked while pointing at the circle around the goblet. 'That's and Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself.'

'So?' The twins asked.

'So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a Dodge as pathetically dimwitted as and aging potion.' She sighed.

'But that's why it's so brilliant!' George smiled. 

'Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.'

They got up and stand on the bench. They drank the potion and jumped into the age line. You couldn't believe nothing happened!

'Yes!' They smiled.

Everyone clapped. They threw in they're papers. Still nothing happened! Well, maybe Dumbledore didn't protect it as well.

'Yes!' They spoke again before high fiving.

But then the flame grew brighter and they're papers flew out and pushed the two boys out of the aging line. You laughed and the boys got up with gray hair and a long beard. They started fighting. Everyone gathered around them and you and Hermione stayed where you were.

'Bloody idiots.' You laughed as you looked at Hermione.

The door opened and everyone looked up. Viktor Krum walked in. You saw Hermione looking at him with a slight smile. Viktor put his name into the goblet, then he smiled at Hermione who smiled back with a blush. He walked away.

You looked at Hermione who looked at you shortly. You smirked at her. She rolled her eyes with a slight smile. You left the great hall and walked towards the common room.

'Hi.' Draco smiled.

You sat down besides him and Draco gave you a small kiss.

'I went to the goblet. The people who put their names in there are crazy.' You sighed. 

'Well, it will be fun to look at.' Draco spoke.

'Maybe.' You shrugged. 'It's just not my thing. What happens when someone dies? Don't they need permission?' You asked.

'No, it's their choice.'

'But shouldn't parents at least get the choice to say: yes, my child is allowed to die?'

Draco laughed.

'And then it's suddenly okay when someone dies?' He asked.

'They can at least prepare.'

'You can't prepare for death.'

'They can at least know what their child is doing.'

Draco sighed and shook his head.

'So we do need permission to go to Hogsmeade but we don't need permission for this dangerous tournament?' You asked.

Draco looked at you.

'If you say it like that then it's strange.'

'Because it is strange.'

'You're the only one who even thinks about that.' Draco sighed. 

'There needs to be someone who thinks about that.'

-

A few days later everyone gathered in the great hall. You walked in and looked around. You joined Harry, Hermione and Ron. They smiled at you.

'Champion time.' Ron sighed. 'I wish I could enter.'

'We know you wish that. But it might not be the best idea.' You spoke.

'Why? Don't you think I can do it?' He asked.

'What if you die?' You asked.

Ron sighed and rolled his eyes. You watched all the students gather. Every school had their own little part of the great hall. Hogwarts had the most students.

The goblet was in front of the great hall. Who would risk their lives for eternal glory? That was what you were all waiting for. Who would be the most stupid students off all?

'Sit down, please, sit down.' Dumbledore spoke.

Everyone sat down. Ron sat besides you, then Hermione was on your other side and next to her was Harry.

'Now, the moment you've all been waiting for: the champion selection.' Dumbledore spoke.

Moved his hand through the room, dimming the fire in the lamps on the walls. He walked towards the cup and placed his hands on it. Then he stepped back. The blue flame became red and shot out a paper.

'The Durmstrang champion is.... Viktor Krum!'

Everyone applauded and he stepped forwards to shake Dumbledore his hand. Another paper shot from the goblet. Dumbledore grabbed it.

The champion for Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour!'

A applause echoed through the great hall and Fleur stepped forwards. Then the final paper shot out.

'The Hogwarts champion is... Cedric Diggory!'

You looked over at Cedric. He joined you to the world cup this summer. He looked like a guy that could survive it.

'Excellent! Now we've got 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!'

A blanket was pulled up form something and you saw a big cup with blue accents. Snape stepped forwards a bit confused. Hagrid seemed to notice something two. The goblet... the flame was growing. Dumbledore turned around and walked towards it. The flame grew red and another paper flew from it.

'Harry Potter...' He mumbled.

Harry Potter? No that must have been a mistake.

'Harry Potter?' He asked.

Everyone looked at Harry who looked at Dumbledore terrified and in confusion.

'HARRY POTTER!'

You pushed Harry towards the front. He stepped forwards and sounds of protest were heard. Dumbledore handed his his paper and Harry joined the champions.

When the sounds died down Dumbledore turned to the teachers. How did Harry get into this? This couldn't be correct. Then the flame grew again.

'Dumbledore, sir.' Hagrid spoke while pointing at the goblet.

Dumbledore turned around and another paper flew from the goblet.

'Are you kidding me?' You mumbled.

'This can't be possible... five champions?!' Hermione asked.

Dumbledore mumbled something and he looked through the great hall.

'Y/N Y/L!' He shouted still irritated.

Your eyes grew and you swallowed. No... no no. You didn't put your name in the goblet! This wasn't happening! This couldn't be happening.

Hermione pushed you forwards and you almost tripped. More people started protesting. You looked at Draco who looked at you in confusion. You walked towards Dumbledore and he handed you your paper.

Y/N Y/L

It was really there... but this wasn't your handwriting. 

'Sir, there must have been a mistake. I-'

'Just go.' He spoke.

You looked at Harry and walked towards him. You stood besides him. You looked at his paper. The same handwriting?

'Harry... did you put my name in the goblet?' You whispered at him.

'No! What makes you think that?!' He asked you.

'Our papers have the same handwriting.' You whispered.

He looked at it. Dumbledore spoke the the students and then you were send to a different room.

'You're right... same handwriting.' He mumbled before walking down with you.