My Fourth year at Hogwarts- Chapter 1

"Harry Potter?" called Dumbledore.
"HARRY! Do you know what you got yourself into?!" I shouted at Harry. We were in the Great Hall. The Goblet of Fire just chose the three- Well, now, FOUR champions of the Triwizard Tournament.
"How did you get over the age line, Harry? How did you do it?!" asked Ron enthusiastically. He looked quite shocked. EVERYBODY knows that now the wizarding age limit is 17 to compete in the Triwizard tournament. But somehow.... he managed to get in.
"What were you thinking, Harry? You can't be able to cross the Age line! Dumbledore made it himself!" squealed Hermione. The whole Great Hall seemed to be looking at Harry.
"I swear, I didn't put my name into the Goblet! I didn't!" said Harry. Ron looked unconvinced. He glared at Harry with jealousy that I have never seen before.
"Harry Potter?" called Dumbledore agian. Harry looked up and slowly got to the teacher's table. Even Hagrid looked shocked. No friendly wave or wink from him told me that he was astonished. Dumbledore wasn't smiling either.
"Well... Through that door then." said Dumbledore quietly. I snuck behind the teacher's table and peered around the corner of the champion's gathering room. I heard the Beauxbaton's champion, Fleur Delacour, say-
"What eez zis? Why eez zis leetle boy 'ere?"
Harry's face turned bright red with anger. Then I saw Viktor Krum sulking in the corner with his slouchy posture. Then the judges came around the corner... I hid behind a suit of armor.
"Outrageous!" I heard Madame Maxime say. "Someone eez trying to geeve 'Ogwarts two bites at ze apple!" Karkaroff looked angered... I decided that he wasn't happy about Hogwarts getting two champions either. But he had plastered a crooked, yellow-toothed smile on his face.
"Well well well... Look here... A FOURTH champion."
"Now Harry...." Dumbledore said. "Did you put your name in the goblet? Did you have someone do it for you?" Harry, looking irritated, responded with:
"No, Professor." I believed him. As soon as I turned around to go to my seat, someone grabbed my shoulder. As I looked up, I saw a sallow-skinned, cold eyed face. It was Snape.
"What are you doing here, Miss Rachel?"
"I was seeing what was going to happen to my best friend, thank you." I said cooly.
"With that.. hmm... let's see... Fifty points from Gryffindor."
"But--Sir--"
"It will be one hundred if you don't leave now." He said angrily. I dare not lose any more, so I went up to my dormitory.
Damn it, Snape! I thought.