One and Only ; George Weasley

Chapter 4

When the feast was over and everyone had eaten, Dumbledore got up and walked to the front, joined by Barty from the ministry.

George was again sitting with my hand but this time it was under the table and he was just holding it, our fingers intertwined while he with his other hand drew circles on the back of mine.

“Your attention, please!” Dumbledore shouted, the room getting quiet. “I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.”

“Wicked.” Fred smiled and I reached over the table to smack his arm.

“For this reason—” Dumbledore continued. “...the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch.”

A thunder sounded loudly from outside and the rain started leaking through the food. Someone sealed it with magic and everyone turned to see a strange looking man in the doorway with one fake eye.

“Bloody hell.” I whispered. “It’s Mad-Eye Moody.” “Alastor Moody?” Hermione asked me. “The auror?”

“He was a catcher.” I said. “Half the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him. He’s supposed to be mad as a hatter though these days.”

Mad-Eye started walking down the aisle, approaching Dumbledore who opened his arms and welcomed him.

“My dear old friend.” He said. “Thanks for coming.”
“That stupid roof.” Mad-Eye said, taking a drink from a bottle he was holding.

“What’s that he’s drinking, you suppose?” A student from Gryffindor asked but I didn’t get to see who it was.

“Dunno.” Harry replied. “But I don’t think it’s pumpkin juice.”

As Mad-Eye walked up to stand in a corner, Barty from the ministry stepped forward. “After much deliberation, the ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final.”

The room was filled with angry banter and people booing. Even George and Fred got annoyed with it.

“That’s rubbish!” They shouted in unison before George continued alone. “You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“Silence!” Dumbledore roared, the room immediately going quiet. He casted some magic over a box which melted into a goblet that contained a blue flame. “The goblet of fire. Anyone wishing to

submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there’s no turning back. As from this moment, the tri-wizard tournament has begun.”

“Bloody Merlin.” Fred said when some started leaving the great hall while others stayed in their seats, talking in groups. “It’s not fair. We’re seven months away from turning seventeen.”

“You were considering putting your names in there?” Kathleen asked and the twins both nodded. “You’re mental.”

“To be honest, I was considering it as well.” I said. “It’s obviously impossibly now. I’m still sixteen for another eight months.”

“I wouldn’t have allowed you to join anyway.” George said. I raised my eyebrows, taken back by his comment before I turned my full body towards him.

“That’s our cue to leave.” Fred said, getting up while rushing Kathleen. “Quick. Before they start pulling each other’s heads off.”

“You wouldn’t allow me?” I asked George through gritted teeth. “Excuse me Weasley but I am capable of making my own decisions. I do not make my choices based on what my boyfriend thinks.”

Fred and Kathleen hurried away and we were some of the last students on the hall.

“I might have worded it wrong.” George said as I pulled one leg over the bench. George followed my actions so he could fully face me.

“Yeah, you worded that so wrong.”

“I didn’t mean I wouldn’t let you. I just meant I wouldn’t want you to put your name in the goblet. The tri-Wizard tournament is a dangerous thing to take part of and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt if you got chosen.”

“What shouldn’t I say?” I asked. “You and Fred wanted to join too. If you put your name in it and got chosen, I’d be the one worrying that I’d lose you like I lost my father.”

George pushed some of my hair behind my ear before he rested his hand against my jaw.

“And you need to know something, George.” I said. “I love you but you are not the person to allow me to do certain things.”

“No, I know.” He nodded, pulling me into a hug as we sat here on the bench, facing each other with one leg on either side. “I just worded it wrong. I’m sorry darling.”

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