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"I'm surprised Karkaroff even brought other students with him, honestly." Neville commented as he clapped. Harry nodded, even if he had a feeling Krum would be a formidable opponent. The clapping died down soon after the moment a second piece of parchment flew out of the goblet.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!" Harry rose up immediately and started clapping along with the rest of the school, whistling even as Fleur made her way towards the door of the chamber Dumbledore had dictated. She turned around just before she entered and blew him a kiss. He was so happy for her behalf that he almost missed the third piece of parchment that flew out the Goblet.
"And the champion of Hogwarts," Albust Dumbledore said, his voice even, his eyes marginally wide. "Is Harry Potter!" The applause was thunderous this time, but Harry felt as if it was sounding from somewhere far off. He had been chosen. Neville hugged him tight before resuming clapping, urging him to move. The Gryffindors were practically roaring their appreciation as did the majority of the school. And Severus had stood up from his seat and applauded and cheered, his eyes shining with barely contained tears. Harry moved towards the chamber, smiling brightly, still scarcely believing what was happening.
The moment he walked through the door, silence fell in the room. Krkaroff and Krum regarded him curiously, the Durmstrang champion offering him a nod in acknowledgment. Madame Maxim simply looked at him while Fleur laughed and ran towards him, enveloping him in her arms.
"'Arry!" She called his name as he laughed and picked her up to spin her around. "We did it! We did it!" Harry put her down and smiled at her.
"We sure did!" He was about to comment more on their situation when the door opened once more and in walked; "Adrian?" It was his twin, Harry thought, albeit a much paler looking version of him. What was going on? Ludo Bagman walked in after him, closely followed by Mr. Crouch and Dumbledore.
"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing Adrian's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen . . . lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the three champions already in the room. Harry could already sense something was wrong. Adrian was shaking like a leaf and Bagman looked far too jubilant for anything good to have happened. "May I introduce -incredible though it may seem- the fourth Triwizard champion?" Well, crap, Harry thought as his eyes trained on his brother's pale face. Bloody Halloween.
"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing Adrian's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen . . . lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the three champions already in the room. Harry could already sense something was wrong. Adrian was shaking like a leaf and Bagman looked far too jubilant for anything good to have happened. "May I introduce -incredible though it may seem- the fourth Triwizard champion?" Well, crap, Harry thought as his eyes trained on his brother's pale face. Bloody Halloween.
The silence in the room was almost complete, if once excepted the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. 'Fourth champion', Bagman had said. As in Adrian, his twin. Who had apparently, not only competed for the tournament, but had somehow managed to be selected too. Harry took a few seconds to observe his twin; Adrian was pale and shocked as the rest of them and that could only mean one thing. However his name had been submitted to the Goblet of Fire, he had been ignorant about the fact until he heard his name being called. And that was worse, much, much worse, than having somehow worked his way around the wards placed on the goblet.
"Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman." Fleur said, a small smile edged on her lips as she observed the scene, clearly not wanting to consider the possibility of Bagman's words carrying some weight; there couldn't be a fourth champion. Right? Oh, how Harry wished that were true! But, upon seeing his father entering the room, a dark and confused look upon his face, he knew that wasn't the case. Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand, his mind going from numb to overdrive. How had this happened?
"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Adrian's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!" Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Harry just stared at his twin, hopelessness and anger slowly igniting in him. Fleur frowned.
"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman. " 'E cannot compete. 'E is too young." Her accent was even more prominent in her frustration.
"Well, it is amazing," said Bagman, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Adrian, "but the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the goblet . . . I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage. . . . It's down in the rules, you're obliged . . . I believe, Adrian will have to compete with the rest of you! Besides," he added, his eye trailing towards the other Potter twin, "Harry here's the same age and he has been selected too!"
"Zat is not ze same!" Fleur exclaimed, her eyes narrowing, her veela temper coming through; Bagman had to take a step backwards at her reaction.
"What Fleur means," Harry offered, placing a hand on her shoulder to placate her as he could at the moment, "is that I'm emancipated. Despite my age, I'm an adult." Bagman, who obviously hadn't heard that tidbit of information before, looked at Harry with renewed interest. Before he could comment however, the door of the room opened with a loud bang and in came Professor McGonagall, her face a mixture of shock and dread. Her entrance was enough to spur everybody into movement.
"What, in Merlin's name, is going on?" She asked, her eyes frantic.
Madame Maxime had drawn herself up to her full, and considerable,
height. The top of her handsome head brushed the candle-filled chandelier, and her gigantic black-satin covered bosom swelled.
"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" she said imperiously.
"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff. He was wearing a steely smile, and his blue eyes were like chips of ice. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions -or have I not read the rules carefully enough?" He gave a short and nasty laugh.
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