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It was a chilly December day when Professor Albus Dumbledore decided to make the announcement to the students of Hogwarts. The announcement that would change the wizarding world and the Muggle world perhaps forever.
"Attention students," Dumbledore announced, the only one standing at the teacher's table. "I have an extremely important announcement to make. I would like you all to remain calm when I announce it and please refrain from talking until I give you permission." He cleared his throat.
"We have been offered a very special opportunity," Dumbledore continued. No one's attention had been grasped. Everyone was staring boredly at the table or letting their eyes glaze over as they glanced at Dumbledore. He cleared his throat for a second time. "A Muggle television producing company has offered us something. The television is a box on which you watch television shows for entertainment. You can watch pre-recorded shows, or live shows such as awards shows, the news, or sports events. It is a great privilege to some people to get a chance to be on television, so this offer that we have received is surely a big one.
"Now," Dumbledore said, shifting weight, "I'm sure you're all wondering what this opportunity that I've been babbling about is. Well, a Muggle television producing company has offered to make a television show about wizards and witches attending Hogwarts!" Dumbledore finished excitedly.
A few of the Muggle-born students squealed and whispered to each other, but some of them- such as Hermione Granger- weren't phased. This wasn't very exciting, and besides, the non-Muggle-born students have no idea what Dumbledore is talking about.
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I know any normal Muggle would be thrilled at an opportunity to be on TV, but I'm not a normal Muggle and I don't care about superstardom, 15 minutes of fame or any of that crap.
But Dumbledore hadn't finished explaining yet and boy, was I in for a surprise...
"Don't all have heart attacks, now," Dumbledore replied sarcastically with a chuckle. "I had hoped you all would be as ecstatic about this as I had been when I first heard the news. But maybe it's because you haven't heard all the details yet. You see, this isn't any normal television show. It's a show where eight wizards and eight witches are chosen to be mixed up and split into different teams where they will battle against each other and vote each other off the show. In the end, there will be a winner, and the winner will receive 1000 galleons and a trophy.
Well, that made things a tad more interesting, in my opinion. And the rest of the school seemed to think the same thing. Whispers were filling the Dining Hall suddenly.
"A game show?" Harry asked dubiously, raising an eyebrow.
"That's what it sounds like to me," I replied, leaning back in my chair.
"Hello!" Ron said. "Non-Muggle-born here! I have no idea what you're talking about!
"A game show is a TV show during which people compete for prizes like money or fancy trips to foreign countries, and stuff," I explained, with a wave of my hand.
"And it sounds like we might be on one," Harry responded.
"That's more like it," Dumbledore commented, satisfied. "Alright, I've let you chat. Now I would like to continue explaining this if you don't mind.
The whispers ceased and Dumbledore continued his announcement.
"I'm sure that those of you who were attending Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament remember the Goblet of Fire that was placed in the Entrance Hall of the school," Dumbledore explained. "Well, we are going to put a box in the Entrance Hall for people who would like to participate in the television show and we will have a drawing of names tomorrow.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. "There are a few slight catches, though. The first is that you must be at least 15-years-old or older to put your name in the box. And- as with the Triwizard Tournament- there will be an age line around the box, which will not permit anyone under the age of 15 to pass. Also, the students who are chosen to participate in this event will leave the school this Friday evening- which is the evening after tomorrow evening- and they will be taken to an unpopulated island in the Pacific Ocean where the television show will take place. I will provide you with more details about this tomorrow before I announce the contestants. Finally- I will let you eat in a minute- for those of you who have seen the popular American Muggle television show "Survivor", that is what this idea is based upon. Oh! And before I let you eat, the box will be open for exactly 12 hours starting in just fifteen minutes. So if you want to be a contestant, write your age and name down on one of the pieces of parchment provided and slip it in the box. Now I will let you eat." And with that Dumbledore sat down and food appeared on the tables.
"Have either of you seen this television show?" Ron asked Harry and me, piling mashed potatoes onto his glistening plate.
"I have," Harry replied. "It's one of Uncle Vernon and Dudley's favorites. They love to make fun of Americans.
"I've heard of it but I've never actually seen it," I told Ron truthfully. "What's it like, Harry?
"The contestants are brought to an island and they compete for rewards and immunity so they can vote each other off," Harry explained. "But they can only bring like clothes and one "luxury item" which is like a toothbrush or a diary or a book or something. That's all I really know, though.
"So we probably wouldn't be able to use magic if we went on this show," Ron said worriedly.
I sighed. "You guys are so pathetic," I said. "You really can't last without magic?" I made a noise that was kind of a mixture between a sigh and a tut.
"We can last without magic!" Harry cried confidently.
"Yeah!" Ron agreed. "It would just be a little hard! But we could still do it!
"Sure you could," I responded with a smirk. "Why don't you guys go put your names in that box, then.
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"Okay," I replied without really processing Hermione's question thoroughly.
I didn't notice the look of terror that had spread across Ron's face.
"On one condition," he suddenly said. "If you put your name in, also.
"Fine," Hermione answered, her chin held high. She abruptly got up and marched to the long line that had formed where the age line began.
Ron and I reluctantly followed her.
"What exactly did I agree to?" I whispered to Ron.
"We have to sign up for this... thing," Ron told me, horrified.
"Shit!" I whispered, slapping my thigh angrily. Great. This can only end in CRAP.
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"I'm most certainly going to win this," I said arrogantly as I stood proudly at the front of the line.
"Of course you are, Draco!" Pansy said adoringly, hanging onto my arm. "You win everything. That's because you're so sexy and wonderfully athletic." She giggled.
"Thank-you, Pansy," I said, bored, examining my fingernails. "But the more you suck-up to me the less likely it will be that I take you to the final two with me.
"Sorry, Draco," she said quietly, backing off my arm.
Finally Dumbledore stepped up to the line, standing in front of me. My heart was pounding. I had to make it onto this TV show. I had to! I could be a famous Muggle and a famous wizard. I could have all the money in the world...
"Okay, I'm about to let students over this line one at a time," Dumbledore said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Please remember that if you are under the age of 15, you will not be allowed over the line and do not try to fool this line because aging potions, etc, will not work. That having been said, off you go, Mr. Malfoy.
I sprang over the line and leapt up to the small table on which a wooden box with a slit in the top and a pile of parchment, ink, and a quill pen were all sitting. I hastily scribbled my name as clearly as I could on the slip of parchment, and shoved it into the box.
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I'm not quite sure why I wanted to put my name in that box. Maybe it was because I wanted attention, or because I was extremely bored. Or maybe it was just the aspect of getting to miss school to be on TV. That could be it.
The point is, after Dumbledore made his announcement; I ran right up to that box and stood behind Draco and the others. "The others" meaning people who hang out with Draco. His little gang.
Anyway, I'm getting off track. The point was, I was volunteering myself to go on national television. That was something I tended not to do.
Especially when Dumbledore had yet to explain the rules to us.
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I don't think that night could have dragged along any more slowly. I glumly finished eating my dinner after I shoved that slip of parchment into that box with all the pride I could muster.
When we finished our dinner, Harry and I trudged up to the common room sadly and complained to each other about the stupidness of Harry and his cockiness and constant need to prove Hermione wrong.
Well, at least he was complaining about himself and recognized the error of his ways.
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"Oh. My. God," Lavender Brown said seriously to Parvati Patil as they sat in the Gryffindor common room, talking excitedly. "I cannot believe that we are getting a chance to be on TV. This is just too much for me to handle.
"I know!" Parvati squealed. "A TV show about wizards! Shouldn't they have thought of this earlier?
"I know! But who cares! All I can say is that we'd better make it!" Lavender cried.
The two girls screamed from containing too much excitement. They couldn't hold it in.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were watching Parvati and Lavender with depressed looks on their faces. They really were quite pathetic. Harry was thinking about how stupid it was that he even was able to speak. He would have a much better life, in his opinion, if he was a mute. Ron was thinking the same thing about Harry.
Heeheehee... Things are about to get very interesting...
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A/N: I hope you all like this idea for a story! I'll try and make the next chapters more humorous I mainly wanted to write this, though, because I love the TV show Survivor. PLEASE R&R about whether or not I should continue the story or if it's completely useless! THANKS!