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Harry entered the common room, the wall of noise almost knocked him backward.
“You should’ve told us you’d entered!” Fred bellowed, looking simultaneously annoyed and impressed.
“How did you do it without getting a beard?” George roared.
Harry stammered that he didn’t know.
“Now you’ll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match!” Katie Bell, another member of the team, shrieked at him.
Nobody wanted to hear that Harry hadn’t put his name in the goblet, not one single person seemed to notice or care that Harry was in no mood to celebrate. Lee Jordan had even wrapped a Gryffindor banner around Harry like it was a cloak. He couldn’t get away; whenever he tried to go to his dorm, people would close ranks around him, forcing another Butterbeer or snack on him. Everyone wanted to know how he had done it, how he had tricked Dumbledore’s age line and put his name in the goblet.
“I didn’t put my name in!” Harry repeated, his words falling on deaf ears “I don’t know how it all happened.”
“I’m going to bed!” He finally bellowed, after nearly thirty minutes.
Harry wanted nothing more than to find Ron and Hermione, some bit of sanity, but neither of them were in the common room. Insisting he needed sleep, he managed to squeeze his way into his dormitory.
To Harry’s relief, he found Ron sitting on his bed, still fully dressed.
“Oh, hello,” Ron said.
Ron was grinning, but it was a very strained grin. Harry remembered he was wearing the Gryffindor banner that Lee Jordan had tied around him. He tried to take it off, but it was very tightly knotted. Ron just sat there, watching Harry struggle.
“Congratulations.” Ron said finally when Harry had thrown the banner into a corner, “you got across the age line. Not even Fred and George managed that. What did you use, the cloak?”
Harry denied that too, saying for the hundredth time that he hadn’t put his name in the goblet.
“Why would they do that?” Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I dunno, maybe to kill me.” Harry said, feeling very melodramatic.
“It’s okay, you know, you can tell me the truth.” Ron told his friend, “If you don’t want everyone else to know, fine, but why are you bothering to lie to me? Did you get into trouble for it? Isn’t the prize a thousand galleons, and you don’t have to do exams in June either.”
“I didn’t put my name in the goblet!” Harry repeated, feeling very angry.
“Yeah, okay,” Ron said skeptically, “You should get to bed. I expect you’ll need to be up early tomorrow for a photo-shoot or something.”
Ron closed the curtains around his bed closed, hiding one of the two people Harry was sure would believe him.
When Harry awoke Sunday morning, he intended to try to force Ron to believe him, but he saw that Ron’s bed was empty, he had probably gone down to breakfast. Harry dressed and went down the staircase to the common room.
The moment he appeared, the people who had already eaten broke into applause yet again. The idea of going to the Great Hall and facing all of the Gryffindors seemed like the last thing Harry wanted to do, but it was either that, or get cornered by the Creevey brothers. Harry decided to take his chances at breakfast, maybe his Hexside friends would believe him.
Harry opened the portrait hole, only to be face to face with Hermione.
“Hello,” She told him, holding a stack of toast in a napkin, “I brought you this. Do you want to go for a walk?”
Harry agreed, and they walked their way past the entrance hall, and out to the front lawn. The Drumstrang ship was sitting in the Black Lake, the Door to Hexside was sitting by the Quidditch pitch, and the Beauxbatons carriage was by Hagrid’s Hut.
Sharing the toast, Harry shared his plight with Hermione. To his immense relief, she believed him.
“Well, of course I knew you hadn’t put your name in!” she told him, “The look on your face when Dumbledore read your name said that much! But the question is, who did put your name in? Because Moody’s right, a student couldn’t’ve fooled the goblet, or get over Dumbledore’s-”
“Have you seen Ron?” Harry interrupted,
“Erm, yes, at breakfast, with the Hexside students.” She said, hesitatingly
“Does he still think I entered myself?”
“Well, no, not really.” she awkwardly told him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Harry, isn’t it obvious?” She despairingly, “He’s jealous! I mean, I know it’s not your fault that you get all the attention, but you do and Ron has all of those brothers at home, and your his best friend, and super famous. He always has had to put up with being sidelined. I suppose this was just the last straw.”
“Well, tell him that I’d be happy, grateful even, to swap places. Tell him he’s welcome to having people gawking at my forehead wherever I go!” Harry bitterly said to his friend.
“You’re going to have to do that yourself.” Hermione shortly told him, “It’s the only way to sort this out.”
“Well, maybe he’ll believe I’m not enjoying this when I break my neck or-”
“That’s not funny,” Hermione quietly replied. “Harry, I’ve been thinking. You know what you’ve got to do, right?”
“Yeah, give Ron a good kick in the-”
“Write to Sirius! You have to tell him what’s happened. He asked you to keep him posted, it’s as if he expected something like this to happen. Here, I’ve got parchment, and a quill with me-”
“Oh please,” Harry retorted, checking to make sure no one was near, “He came back into the country because my scar twinged, if I told him I was a champion, he’d barge right into the castle.”
“He’s going to find out anyways, you’re famous, this tournament is famous, but he would want to hear it from you.” Hermione told him sternly.
Harry hated when she had a point. He took the quill and parchment and began to write his letter.
Dear Sirius,
You told me to keep you posted on what’s happening at Hogwarts, so here goes - I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the Triwizard Tournament is happening this year. First, a fourth school joined the competition, it’s called Hexside. Then, on Saturday night I got picked as the fifth champion. I don’t know who put my name in the Goblet of Fire. The other champions are Viktor Krum of Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, Luz Noceda of Hexside, and Cedric Diggory, he’s in Hufflepuff.
Hope you’re doing okay, and Buckbeak
Harry
He sent the letter via one of the school owls, much to Hedwig’s disapproval.
Luz awoke on Sunday morning still sore from the previous night’s celebrations, during which Eda had managed to sneak into Hogwarts and steal lots of food from the kitchen. She looked at her girlfriend, smiled, then got up.
“So, you’re finally up, eh?” Eda said to her. “Took ya long enough, it’s almost noon.”
“Congrats, though. You really deserve the title of champion. Not every fifteen year old has discovered a form of magic not known for hundreds of years, overthrow a dictator, then go and help create a new government in his place. You’re pretty special, kid. Don’t forget it.” Eda told Luz.
“Thanks, Eda” she replied, the reality of the tournament finally setting in. She really is the champion, she’s gonna have to do these three tasks. Maybe she would even win.
Luz decided to call her mamá to tell her the good news. She pulled out her phone, only for her to have no signal.
Luz stepped through the portal door, showing up at the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, she tried again to call her mother, but there was still no signal.
“Eda, is there a way you could get the portal door back into Gravesfield? I wanna talk to mamá Camilla” Luz asked of her mentor.
“Luz, getting the portal door back to Gravesfield would take days, someone would have to go through the portal, close it, and then carry the door with them all the way to where you need it.” Eda explained, “It links up to wherever I last had it, I normally like to keep it in that old shack, but Bump insisted on using it to get to Hogwarts. Sorry kid, you’re probably not going back to Gravesfield until the summer.”
Luz was disappointed, but she understood. She stepped back into the Owl House and sat herself on the couch.
A few minutes later, Amity came downstairs.
“Sweet Potato!” Luz cried, pulling her girlfriend into a hug. “Oh, can you believe it? Me! champion!”
“Yeah, I can believe it. There was a whole party last night, remember?” Amity replied.
“I remember, but it’s just so unbelievable! I’m the champion! Me! Luz!” Luz excitedly told her.
Amity chuckled at her girlfriend’s excitement. “Well, I’m glad your excited. Tell me, why did you take so long to leave that room last night?”
“Oh, Harry was in a lot of trouble, I was in a bit, but not nearly as much as Harry.” Luz explained to her beautiful girlfriend.
“You were in trouble? What for?” Amity asked.
“Well, since I’m under seventeen, they were really upset that I managed to get my name in the goblet. But it’s not like they could do anything about it. My name came out, meaning it ‘deemed me worthy’ or whatever, so I have to compete now.”Luz explained, “Poor Harry was getting torn apart by everyone for putting his name in, and being the second Hogwarts champion. He kept saying that he didn’t put his name in and he had no idea how it happened. The only people to believe him were Dumbledore and this weird guy with two different colored eyes named Moody.”
“Well, I’m glad you still get to compete. Do you know what the first task is?” The beautiful witch asked.
“I don’t know, they said it’s supposed to be a surprise.” Luz admitted, “Something about courage in the face of the unknown I think.”
“Well, whatever it is, I know you’ll do great.” The older witch told Luz, “‘course, not as good as I would’ve done when I was your age.”
Luz agreed with Eda’s sentiment, even if it was mostly just to shut her up. Then smiled at her girlfriend.
“So, after such an eventful day, why don’t we do something nice, just the two of us!” Amity decided.
“Like what?” Luz asked, wondering what her beautiful girlfriend had in mind.
“Maybe we could go to the library?” Amity offered, “Or maybe we could just hang out together in my study.”
“That sounds great!” Luz admitted ecstatically, she really had wanted a nice day to relax and be with Amity, so this was perfect!
And so, they went to the Bonesborough library. It was a beautiful day, by Boiling Isles standards, the sun was shining, the trees were a beautiful shade of red.
When Luz and her girlfriend reached the study, Luz saw that a few books were added to the shelf since last time she was there. one of them in particular caught Luz’s eye, it was very thick, and looked about a hundred years old, its leather binding was solid black.
“Oh, that’s a book I borrowed from Hogwarts yesterday afternoon, it’s about all kinds of magical flora and fauna in the Human Realm.” Amity told her. “It’s kinda wordy though, theres only about five hundred species covered in those almost two thousand pages.”
“Wow, that’s tough.” Luz admitted, “So what did you have in mind here?”
“Well, we both love Azura, and fanfiction, soo…” Amity started, Luz got the hint.
“I would love to write some Azura fanfiction with you!” Luz told her awesome girlfriend. “What kind of premise for a story did you have in mind?”
Amity explained her idea, and together they spent the entire day doing nothing else but write Azura fanfiction together. It was one of the most enjoyable days Luz had experienced in a long time. Amity’s ideas were so wonderful, and Luz helped make them go from wonderful to superb.
As they finished the second chapter, Luz smiled at the cotton candy haired goddess, then gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I love writing about Azura and Hecate falling in love, it’s one of my favorite fanfiction tropes” she admitted.
“mine too,” The beautiful Blight told her, her face a bit pink from the kiss.
Luz looked at the time, it was almost eleven o’clock! “Amity, isn’t it a school night?”
“Yeah, it is.” Amity said, “Dad wouldn’t be too happy about me coming home this late, so maybe we should just spend the night here,”
“In your study?” Luz asked
“Yeah, maybe write some more, then we can cuddle up on the beanbag,” Amity said, her idea seeming brilliant in Luz’s mind.
They wrote some more, then around one in the morning, they finally went to bed. Amity was so beautiful, Luz couldn’t help but admire her. She was so lucky to have such an awesome girlfriend.