Harry Potter And The Triwizard Tournament
written by Lilliana Wyvernclaw
The Triwizard Tournament is an event where four out-of-age students face three, very dangerous tournaments against three more students from each different schools except for one (from his school). Harry gets chosen for the tournament and he has to face the challenges ahead. Harry has to also face the Dark Lord Voldemort during his third task and be able to get off that trap, since the Dark Lord wants him dead.
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05/31/21
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Chapter 3 - The Dark Mark
Chapter 3
When they were inside, Harry never imagined this. He was so happy that he was out of the Dursleys' house. Then, Linda was asking Harry:
“Can we kiss now?”
“No, but maybe in the evening in Gryffindor Tower, when we get to school, okay?” Harry answered.
“Okay.” Linda said, gloomily.
“Don't worry, we'll have a lot of time to kiss, and guess what, I've being thinking: if there might be time in the evenings, we might dance in the moonlight, just me and you. Plus, we can play with your magic, just the two of us, you and I.” Harry explained.
“OK, I like that. It's good I've got you.” Linda said, hugging him.
They went over the corner, where the Weasleys were playing, so they joined them and they singed, but then, Mr. Weasley said:
“Kids, we have to get out of here.”
Everyone was screaming, shouting for their lives, then everyone was crying, but then, ten minutes later, Harry was the only one there; then, he heard a voice, it said an incantation that said: “Morsmordre!” And a green skull with a green serpent flashed to the sky. Then he ran away. Then he heard voices, calling his name: It was Linda, Ron and Hermione.
“Harry, we were looking for you.” Hermione spoke first.
“Yeah, but, what is that?” Harry asked. Harry felt his scar hurting, while Linda felt her chest burning. Then they heard twenty Stupefy voices coming from each angle, they were protecting themselves. Then Mr. Weasley came and shouted:
“Stop! That's my son! Harry, Ron, Hermione, Linda, are you OK?”
“Yes, we are.” Ron said.
“Stop, you've being caught by the scene of the crime.” Mr. Crouch said, pointing his wand at them. Then, Mr. Weasley said:
“Barty, they're are just kids.”
“Crime?” Harry asked, confused.
“It's The Dark Mark, Harry.” Hermione whispered.
“Voldemort. Those people, tonight, with their masks, they were his followers?” Harry asked, breathing heavily.
“Death Eaters. We better get to the tent, it's late.” Mr. Weasley told them and they went to the tent.
“Can we kiss now?”
“No, but maybe in the evening in Gryffindor Tower, when we get to school, okay?” Harry answered.
“Okay.” Linda said, gloomily.
“Don't worry, we'll have a lot of time to kiss, and guess what, I've being thinking: if there might be time in the evenings, we might dance in the moonlight, just me and you. Plus, we can play with your magic, just the two of us, you and I.” Harry explained.
“OK, I like that. It's good I've got you.” Linda said, hugging him.
They went over the corner, where the Weasleys were playing, so they joined them and they singed, but then, Mr. Weasley said:
“Kids, we have to get out of here.”
Everyone was screaming, shouting for their lives, then everyone was crying, but then, ten minutes later, Harry was the only one there; then, he heard a voice, it said an incantation that said: “Morsmordre!” And a green skull with a green serpent flashed to the sky. Then he ran away. Then he heard voices, calling his name: It was Linda, Ron and Hermione.
“Harry, we were looking for you.” Hermione spoke first.
“Yeah, but, what is that?” Harry asked. Harry felt his scar hurting, while Linda felt her chest burning. Then they heard twenty Stupefy voices coming from each angle, they were protecting themselves. Then Mr. Weasley came and shouted:
“Stop! That's my son! Harry, Ron, Hermione, Linda, are you OK?”
“Yes, we are.” Ron said.
“Stop, you've being caught by the scene of the crime.” Mr. Crouch said, pointing his wand at them. Then, Mr. Weasley said:
“Barty, they're are just kids.”
“Crime?” Harry asked, confused.
“It's The Dark Mark, Harry.” Hermione whispered.
“Voldemort. Those people, tonight, with their masks, they were his followers?” Harry asked, breathing heavily.
“Death Eaters. We better get to the tent, it's late.” Mr. Weasley told them and they went to the tent.
