AN: Ok so this chapter is a bit longer then normal. So enjoy! And feedback is always a plus and welcomed!!!

Chapter Eight:

"What has Sirius said about this Isra?" Ron asked as the Hogwarts Express made its way towards Hogwarts. "She sounds iffy to me."

"All he said in his letters was that she is my dad's cousin. That's all," Harry said rubbing his forehead.

"Does he know that your scar is hurting again?" Hermione asked looking up from her copy of the Daily Prophet.

Harry shook his head no. Ever since the events at the World Cup, his scar had been hurting more and more. And odd dreams had been happening more and more.

"I think he should know." Hermione said. "And maybe ask him again about Isra."

"What about…" Dudley said speaking up. But a look from Harry quickly cut him off. He didn't want Ron or Hermione (especially Hermione) knowing about his dreams yet.

"What about what Dudley?" Hermione asked looking at him.

"Never mind."

"Why don't you want your friends to know about your dreams?" Dudley quietly asked Harry as they exited the Hogwarts Express and were making their way towards the carriages that would take them up to the castle. Ron and Hermione were a few feet in front of them.

"Ron would probably send an owl to his mother, who would be fussing over me immediately and Hermione wouldn't let me out of her sights."

"They at least care about you."

Harry looked up at Dudley. He could tell that he still missed his parents dearly. The past year had been a trying time for both of them. But Harry had to admit that Dudley had taken to being a wizard better then he ever imagined.

"There are people who care about you too, Dudley. Don't forget that."

"So are you going to tell them about your nightmares?"

"If they get worse I will."

"Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen..."

Flitch running up the aisle in a funny way, which quickly whispered something to the headmaster before running down the aisle again, cut off Dumbledore. That was when Dumbledore began to talk again.

"Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard Tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the Tri-Wizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand-alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime."

The doors to the great hall opened up as a group of girls dressed in blue began to come up the aisle. When they reached the front of the hall, the stopped and released butterflies in the air. All the students began to clap.

"Blimey, that's one big woman," Seamus whispered as their headmistress walked up the aisle. Natalie and the rest of the Gryffindors turned to look at her. Natalie thought that she had to be the biggest woman that she had ever seen.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their head master Igor Karkaroff," Dumbledore said continuing on with the introductions.

The doors to the great hall opened once again with a line of older boys walking in, carrying staffs that they were twirling around and hitting the ground with every so often causing sparks. Gasps went up from the Hogwarts students when the last two students and the head master entered.

"Blimey, it's him," Ron whispered. "Viktor Krum!"

Harry had remembered watching him in the Quidditch World Cup as the Bulgarian Seeker. He was good. Very good.

After the feast with the three schools, Dumbledore and Bartemius Crouch explained more rules about the tournament, including an age limit, much to the displeasure of many students, Dumbledore revealed the Goblet of Fire.

"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."

"Wouldn't it be great if we could try to be the Hogwarts champion?" Ron asked as he, Harry and Dudley watched as the older students put their names into the Goblet of Fire.

"Not me. I'm too scared. I'm still not used to all this magic stuff. Our new professor scares me more than Snape does." Dudley said talking about Mad-Eye Moody.

Harry and Ron chuckled. "I agree with Dudley." Harry said. "I wouldn't want to be a champion either. I've been through way too much in my life already."

All three schools gathered in the great hall in anticipation to see whom the champions would be a few days later. After much anticipation, Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory were the three champions that the goblet had chosen.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions!" Dumbledore said as he revealed the Tri-Wizard Cup. "But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the Tri-Wizard cup!"

Everyone began to cheer when the goblet of fire began to suddenly glow red again as it spit out another piece of paper. Dumbledore caught it and read it in confusion.

"Harry Potter. Harry Potter?" he said in confusion.

"No... No," Hagrid whispered.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore screamed out.

Harry sat there in silence and shock, as did everyone else. It took Hermione to get Harry to move.

"Go on Harry," she said. "Harry for goodness sake."

Harry slowly walked up to Dumbledore, who handed him the paper with his name on it. Harry couldn't believe it. The paper actually said his name on it. He turned and walked towards the trophy room where the other champions had gone.

"He's a cheat! He's not even seventeen yet," someone yelled out as Harry walked past. He vaguely heard them as nothing but fear and confusion ran through his head. Who had put his name in the Goblet of Fire? Why had someone put his name in the Goblet of Fire?

Isra stood starring out her sitting room window. Her arms were wrapped around herself and she was visibly shaking. She had just found out that Harry had been chosen as a Tri-Wizard Champion.

"Dumbledore said that he doesn't know how or why Harry was chosen," the man who had met her at the Hog's Head said from the couch.

"Then why let him compete?" she asked, turning to look at him with tears running down her cheeks. "He's only a boy!"

"I agree," the man said standing up. "But we've got to do what Dumbledore says. We've gotten this far."

She nodded as the man pulled her into a hug and held her close. "Soon everything will be set right," he whispered. "You'll see."