Title: The Triwizard Tournament
Disclaimer: I own nothing. (darn it all)
Author: Me, Peach
Genre: Adventure and Comedy
Summary: Ron encourages Harry to enter the triwizard tournament, again.
Also, it has been about year, since Cedric Diggory had died and Harry is taking it, very badly.
Warning: Suicide
A/N: This is the best fanfic, I've written. :P and this is not a gay fic and it is not this so-called slash, you people speak of.







It was the sorting ceremony. Also, Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts. "Frost, Kelly." said Proffessor McGonagall. A rather tall, girl with blonde hair approached the front. Proffessor McGonagall put the sorting hat on the girl's head. "GRYFFINDOR!!!" The sorting hat shouted. The Great hall roared with applause. The girl grinned and joined the house, she was sorted into. The applause died down. "Diggory, Emily." Announced proffessor McGonagall. A tall, wavy haired girl, with Rectangular glasses, nervously walked up to the front. "HUFFLEPUFF!!!" the sorting hat shouted. The girl left the front and joined the other hufflepuffs.

The applaused died down, again. The last first year was Jessica Frost. She was short with short curly hair and grayish black eyes.

She walked to the front. "I'd say, you belong in... GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the sorting hat. Jessica stepped off the sorting stool

and joined her sister and, of course, the house that she was sorted into. Emily, Jessica and Kelly were the only ones to be

sorted. Harry looked at Jessica. "Hi, I'm Harry." said Harry. "Hi, Harry. I'm Jessica.'' said Jessica. "Hi, Jessica." said Harry.

"You can call me, Jessie or Jess." said Jessie. "Ok." said Harry. Dumbledore was trying the students' attentions, by clinking a spoon and a water goblet together. " Now, that we have our first years sorted, I have wonderful news." said Proffesor Dumbledore. The conversations had died down and turned to Dumbledore's direction. "Now, since last year, the Triwizard Tournament was a success, the ministrey of magic wants us to have it, again." Dumbledore announced. The students all chattered with amazement. " The same rules are going to be a little bit different, this year. I'm going to let students, younger than 15, enter." Dumbledore announced. The students roared with applause. "That's all I have to say, at the moment. Now, I would like all students to report to

their common rooms." Dumbledore shouted. The students got to their feet and headed for the common rooms. Harry, on the

other hand, did not look too happy, at all. He looked like he was about to cry. Ron put an arm around him, for no reason. "Harry,

you okay? You seemed a bit distracted, tonight."Ron noticed. "No, I'm fine." Harry Denied. "Are you sure?" Ron asked. "Yeah."

"Okay. If you say so. Because, you look really pale." said Ron. Harry sighed. "Ron, I'm fine." he said, getting a bit discouraged.

The Gryffindors approached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. "Password, please." said the fat lady. "Fortuna Major."

Harry guessed. The door to the Gryffindor common room. Everything looked the same. Harry went right up to the boys' dormitory. Ron followed him. "Harry, I think you're keeping something from me." he told him. Harry turned to him. "Okay, maybe I am. But, so what? You aren't the one, who had to watch someone get killed, during an underaged tournament." Harry said, throwing his hogwarts robe onto his trunk. "I had no idea, that's how you were feeling, mate. Cedric's death was an accident." Ron said, trying to comfort him. "Then, why do I feel so guilty?" asked Harry, who was crying, now. Ron pulled him, into a hug and pressed Harry's head onto his chest. "It's alright, mate." he whispered, rubbing his back. Ron sat on his bed and continued to comfort his best friend.
About two minutes later, Harry was asleep. There were tearstreaks on his face, but Ron wiped them away and laid down.

It was 10:00 at night. Harry was sweating and shaking with fear. He was having a nightmare/flashback.

***Flashback/nightmare!***
Harry gazed around the graveyard. He looked
very scared. "Cedric, we have to get back to the cup!Now!!"
He said to Cedric.
"What are you talking about?" Cedric asked, concerned,
as well. Silence. Complete silence. Harry broke it, with a
scream of pain. "argh!!!" shouted Harry. He collapsed
onto his knees, clutching his hair. "Harry, what is it?" asked
Cedric. "GET BACK TO THE CUP!!!UGH!!!" Harry shouted
in pain. Cedric backed away from Harry and yanked his wand out.
"WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Cedric shouted at whoever
was approaching him and Harry. Then, a frightening, raspy voice replied:
"Kill...The...spare!" Another person held their wand out and shouted, "AVADA
KEDAVRA!!!" A green light was released from this person's
wand and surrounded Cedric's body. Forgetting about his pain,
Harry watched Cedric, being throttled across the graveyard and land on the ground. Hard.
"NO!!!CEDRIC!!!" Harry shouted. No answer. Cedric was dead.

***End of Flashback/Nightmare!***

The bad dream was over. Harry was, now, whimpering Cedric's name. There were tears running down his temples. "Cedric." Harry sobbed. Ron heard his tearful whimpers and got out of bed. "Harry, wake up." said Ron, pushing his hair back. Harry jerked his tear-drenched eyes open, Then sat up and turned to look at Ron. "Where is he? Where's Cedric?" Harry asked, totally confused. "He's dead, mate." Ron said. More tears began to drip out of Harry's eyes. He broke down and buried his face in Ron's lap. "It's alright, mate." Ron said, stroking his hair. "Why'd he leave me?" whimpered Harry. "It's okay, I'm here, mate." Ron said, laying him down onto the bed. He laid his chin on the top of Harry's head.

I will have more. Writer's block just realllllly sucks.

I've got a quick question. When it says to not read until you're finished are you refering to the post or the story? In other words, are we allowed to read it?

you are allowed to read it. I'm reffering to the post.
I didn't mean to write that.

Oh, okay. Lol, I thought so. Well, in that case, it's coming on great.

Thanks, I'm glad you like it. I'm probably going to continue it, tommorrow. But not tonight. I have to go to school, tommorrow. I will, however, add more to the first post.

Harry and Ron woke up the next day.

Harry was still very upset about the dream, he had. Ron woke up, as well. "Morning, Harry." said Ron. "Morning." said Harry. He looked like he wanted to cry. His eyebrows were furrowed, there was a frown on his face, and his nostrils were flaring. "You okay?" asked Ron. '' Yeah.'' Harry lied. He was lying. Then, he sat up. Ron saw tears forming in his eyes. "C'mere." he said, pulling him into a hug. "I miss him, so much." Harry sobbed. "I know. It's gonna be okay." Ron promised him. Harry hid his face, into his shoulder. Hermione and the two new girls had entered the boys' dormitory. "Morning, Ron." said Hermione. " Morning." said Ron. Hermione noticed that Harry was crying. "Is he okay?" Hermione asked. " Does he look okay to you?" Ron asked, rather loudly. "Hey, shut up, over there." ordered Seamus Finnigan's voice.

"Well, what's wrong with him?" Hermione asked Ron. "Well, last night, he woke crying about Cedric." said Ron. "Oh." said

Hermione. Ron got off Harry's bed, but his arm was still around him. Harry wiped his eyes. " Why don't we go down to the

great hall.

You'll feel better after you eat, Harry." Ron suggested. "Okay." said Harry, wiping his eyes, again. Ron let gop of Harry and grabbed a fresh set of clothes of his trunk. "Ron, we have to wear our Hogwarts uniform." Hermione reminded Ron. "Oh." Ron responded. He grabbed his robe and went into the bathroom and shut the door. "Harry, you okay?" Hermione asked. "Yeah." Harry responded. He grabbed his robes, as well and ent toward the bathroom and the door, even though Ron was in there. "Hey, shut the d*mn door." Ron shouted. Then, saw Harry standing there. "Oh, sorry, Harry." Ron said. Harry slammed the door shut. "It's okay. I didn't know you were in there, Ron." Harry said, outside the door. Just minutes after that, Ron came out of the bathroom.

more to come, soon.

Harry stepped into the bathroom, as well and shut the door. As soon as the door closed, Ron stepped up in front of the door. "Harry, we're going to wait in the common room, okay?" Ron reminded him. "Okay." said Harry. Ron backed away from the door. Hermione, Jessica and Kelly followed him, down to the common room. "Ron, I'm a bit worried about Harry." said Hermione. "He's fine. What's there to worry about?" Ron asked. "I don't know." Kelly answered. "Shut up. I wasn't talking to you. "Ron said to her.

The kids sat on the armchairs and waited for Harry to finish getting dressed. About 5 minutes later, Harry came down the

stairs of the Gryffindor common room. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah. Let's go." said Ron. Harry walked the rest of the way down

the stairs.


There is more.

that's it for this post.

Ooooh, interesting! Lol. No, but seriously it's very dramatic and entertaining. I just have one thing to say, if you don't mind. I think that Ron is a little too sensitive and understanding. I mean it's great but I always thought of Ron as this loyal, but doubtful friend. Of course, besides that-they're only my views, anyway-it's great!

thanks. And I kind of thought the same thing, as well.

The kids entered the Great hall. Cho Chang was waiting for Harry outside the hall. "Hello, Harry." she said. "Hey, Cho." said Harry. "How are you?" asked Cho. "Just peachy. How about you?" asked Harry. Cho laughed. "Fine, thanks." she said. "Harry, c'mon." said Hermione. "I got to go. I'll talk to you later." Said Harry. "Okay. See you later." said Cho.

Hermione lead Harry to the table. "Did you have a nice chat with Cho?" Hermione asked. "Yeah." said Harry. He sat next to

Ron. Dumbledore was getting ready to make his speech. "Children, can I have your attention, please?!" Dumbledore asked the

entire great hall went quiet. ''Thank you. Now as you all know, the triwizard tournament has returned to Hogwarts. And the

rules are going to remain, the same. But I have other news." said Dumbledore. "The goblet will be set up, tonight at 7:00."

said Dumbledore. "Remember, anyone who is 15 or older may join. But if you change your mind, later, you will not be able to quit." Added Dumbledore. The students got up and started cheering, loudly. "Alright, continue with your breakfast."said Dumbledore. The students began to eat their breakfast. "Ron, c'mere. I have to tell you something." said Hermione. Ron moved in closer to Hermione. "What's up?" asked Ron. "Maybe Harry should re-join the tournament, again, this year." said Hermione. "Hermione, no. Look how happy he is, right now. I don't want to put him, through anymore pain." said Ron. He looked over at Harry, who was talking and laughing with Neville and Seamus. "Let's tell in the Gryffindor Common room." said Ron. "Sounds fair enough."said Hermione. Ron nodded.

Breakfast was over. The students were suppose to report to their common rooms. "Password." said the fat lady. "Fortuna major." said Ron. The door opened up, instantly. "Harry, we have to tell you something. Will you promise not to cry?" said Ron.
"Yeah, I promise." Harry promised. "Okay. Umm... Hermione, you tell tell him." said Ron, pushing Hermione in front of Harry. "Okay. Look, Harry, since the Triwizard Tournament has returned to Hogwarts---" she paused and turned to look

at Ron. "Just tell him." Ron mouthed. Hermione turned back to Harry. "Me and Ron think that you should

give the tournament another chance."said Hermione. "No." Harry said, almost ready to cry, even though he promised

Ron that he wouldn't cry. "Well, would you join, if one of us joined?" Ron asked. "No." said Harry. Ron approached him

and put an arm aroud him. "What's wrong, today, mate?" he asked Harry. Tears were glistening in Harry's eyes. "I just





don't want to see anyone else get killed, again." sobbed Harry. A tear rolled down his cheek. "C'mere." Ron whispered, pulling him into a tight hug. "I didn't mean to make him cry. It was only a suggestion." Hermione admitted. "It's not your fault, 'Mione." said Ron, stroking her arm.
Harry took his head off Ron's shoulder. "I have to take my mind off Cedric." He sobbed. "Okay." said Ron. "What are you gonna do?" Hermione asked Harry. "Write a letter to Sirius." said Harry, who was barely crying, now. "Okay." said Ron. Harry got to his feet and headed up to the Boy's dormitory. He approached his trunk and took out a notebook of parchment and a quill. He started writing. He wrote,





Harry felt a set of tears beginning to glisten in his eyes. But, he ignored them and just continued with his story.



Harry put the quill down on the table. Hedwig fluttered onto his shoulder. Harry stroked her beautiful, gray feathers. "I have a letter for you to deliver for me, Hedwig. Can you do it, for me?" Harry asked the owl. Hedwig screeched, in understanding. Harry stuffed the letter in the envelope and gave it to Hedwig, then, she flew out the window and disappeared into the clouds. Harry felt tears form in his eyes.
He thought that writting to Sirius would help, but it was only making him, feel worse.

Author's note: Hi, everybody. I'm back. I would've posted, last weekend, but I just didn't have the energy, to do that. So, anyways, enjoy.

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Ron came into the dormitory, to see how Harry was doing. "Hey, Harry."said the redhead. Harry looked up at him. Ron saw tears forming in Harry's brilliant green eyes. "What's wrong?" asked Ron, putting an arm around him. Then, Harry didn't answer. Tears began to run down his cheeks. "C'mere." said Ron, pulling him into a hug and laying on the bed. "It is because Hermione mentioned the Tournament?" Ron asked him. Harry nodded, tearfully and buried his face in Ron's chest. Hermione and Kelly came into the dormitory. "We have to go to class, now." said Hermione. "Just give us a few minutes.Okay?" said Ron. Hermione's focused on the still-sobbing Harry.

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"What's wrong with Harry?" asked Hermione. "I think he's really shaken up, because you mentioned the Triwizard

tournament."said Ron. Hermione frowned. "Let me give him a hug."said Hermione. Ron tried to get Harry off of him. Harry sniffed and wrapped his arms around Hermione' s neck. Hermione tried not to cry, even though it was hard."It's gonna okay." she said to Harry.

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Harry sniffed, again and nodded. "C'mon, let's go to class, while we still have time." said Hermione. Ron got off the bed.

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The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher greeted Ron and Harry at the door.

"I won't make you do anything, you don't wanna do. Okay?" said Hermione, rubbing his back.Harry sniffed, again and nodded.

Ron got off the bed.