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AN: Whatever you recognize is J.K. Rowlings. The rest is mine. Read on! Oh its sorta a recreation of the Triwizard tournament.
( Destiny's POV )
I come from a long line of Seers. My name is Destiny Taylor. I am in my 6th year at Hogwarts. I have extremely black hair, that falls perfectly past my shoulders, and down my back. My eyes are a pasty blue, and my skin is extremely peachy. I am pretty well - rou nded for my age, and my best friends are Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. They are the only ones that know of me being a Seer, apart from Dumbledore and Voldemort, and I intend to keep it that way. Today I nearly fall asleep in potions,

" Destiny, " Hermione says gently, " Your potion is over boiling. " I awake with a jerk, and moan. I had a dream, no, nightmare about Voldemort again. What hell. Hermione waves her wand over my potion, and it is fixed. I grin,

" Thanks, Hermione. " I say, but Harry has a concerned look on his face. I sigh, that look is always on his face. Exspecially when I'm involved. See, Harry isn't the only one that Voldemort wants. No other Seer's can see into the future the way I do. Something has prevented them from seeing Voldemort's future, but, it hasn't affected me and it won't. I just know it. And that's why he wants me. So he can use me, then kill me. Mucho Grande. Potion ends quickly and I pack up as fast as possible. I walk out of the room and stop, my eyes change and I have a vision.

' I am walking down the hall. Little do I know Voldemort is around the corner. He has a, well his mouth is in a ' U ' shape anyways, smile on his snake - like face.

' Destiny Taylor, ' He says, smirking.

' What do you want from me, I have nothing! ' I cry out.

' You have... ' He doesn't get to finish though because someone slaps me on the face, and I am on the ground. I am all sweaty and pale, I feel extremely weak to for some reason. When is this going to happen? Harry helps me sit up, and looks extremely worried,

" Destiny, What did you See? " He says quietly. Erg, why must that boy know EVERYTHING? He knows when I'm hurt or angry. I tell Harry all of it, but most of all, I really want to find the end.

" But it doesn't make sense, Harry. What do I have? What? This is going to drive me nuts! " I say, frustrated. They have no answer, so, we walk back to Gryffindor common room. I spend the rest of the day, deep in my own thoughts. My face in my hands, if only I could... that's it! I ran in the girls dorm, to my room, and sat up in my bed. I relax, but not for long. Hermione comes and sits on my bed, shaking me gently,

" Destiny. Destiny, Wake up! Professor Dumbledore has an announcement. " she says, as she shakes me. I roll over.

" About what? " I whine. She shrugs her shoulders and jumps off my bed. I quickly run a brush through my hair and tie it in a ponytail. We meet the boys in the common room and head out. Just as we take our places at Gryffiondor table, he starts.

" The school's Board of Governors, has decided to have another Triwizard tourament. It will be the same as two years ago, same rules apply. You must be 17 to enter. These task will be dangerous, perhaps even more than the two years before, which is why we ask that, even though you are of age, if you cannot handle it, please do NOT enter. " Many a people, winced, at the sound of it because of what happened in the last tournament. Although, this piece of information got everyone gossiping and barely anyone noticed when he dismissed us. As we walked,

" This stinks! Why always of age? " Harry snarls, waving his arms in the air. It surprises me to see him like this,

" Harry its OK, " Hermione says gently, " Why - " But I interrupt her,

" I think I know its stupid! But you know, considering people are out to kill us, Harry, - " I stop and drop into Harry's arms. I have another vision; ' Harry and I make it through all the ferious tasks they've put in our way. We've already gone through three, but we can't see a portkey.

' Harry, ' I say feeling confused, ' Aren't there only supposed to be three tasks, not four, ' We make it through the Dementors, boggarts, but at the end; there's Voldemort. ' I snap out of the vision and relize my eyes are wet and I'm in Harry's arms. I look up at them in disbelif,

" We can't do this. " I get out of his arms, and quickly march back to our common room and sit on the comfy seat by the fire. I twist my fingers in my hair. The next day, in The Great Hall, when everyone is seated, Professor Dumbledore makes his announcment,

" This week long, those of you, of age, make enter now, or away from prying eyes. I also advise those not of age, not to try this. There will be three champions." Its a little obvious to me because, Prof. Dumbledore is a great wizard! He will put jinxs and such on it of course. Many others, as I look around, don't take heed to his warning, ( Ronald ).

Everyone is once again summoned to The Great Hall. We have just gotten up, so many of us don't look so good. I manage to run a brush through my hair, and tie it into a ponytail, before coming down. I bite on my lip, and feel nervous as we come down. I know that most of the seventh years have probly entered by now. Too bad we aren't of age but... There's something about this tournament. I know it isn't good and I know who will probobly be involved. Hint, Hint. The first name,

" Marcus Flint, " The Slytherin's cheer, as he walks up, while others groan.

" Angelina Johnson, " Gryffiondor table clap and shout in glee.

" Cho Chang, " The Ravenclaw's cheer. It takes a few minutes before the next paper pops out, but there are two. Prof. Dumbledore looks at it in bewilderment and reads the names, his voice is that of surprise,

" Harry Potter - " Hence the gasping,

" And Destiny Taylor. " And more gasping. Harry and I look at each other's faces,

" Did you - " Comes from his mouth, but I complete his sentence,

" - Put your name in? " I am so confused. The look on our faces prove that we didn't - But who did? Dumbledore interuppts my flow of thoughs,

" Champions, please meet in my office. " He says firmly. We get up, not bothering to wave good-bye to Ron and Hermione, and walk to his office. I am nervous as I go up there. I still remember my vision. Although, should I tell Dumbledore?

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