April 10, 2014

The Goblet of Fire, Cedric Diggory, and a Portkey. If any of these words make you squeal with excitement, you know what I’m talking about! The epic Triwizard Tournament from the Harry Potter series in which Harry, yet again, embarks on a dangerous journey but manages to accomplish wonders. Even so, there is always that one moment where you think, “if it were me, what would I have done?” For me, this occurred at that heart stopping moment during which Harry and Cedric had just finished the third task and were standing in front of the glowing Triwizard Cup. The Cup had been turned into a “portkey” by an accomplice of Lord Voldemort; this magical object would take any individual who comes in contact with it to the location of Lord Voldemort.

So let us paint a picture. Harry stood in front of the cup, moments away from glory. He was about to seize it at the same time as Cedric, and this would trigger one of the most important moments in wizarding history, not to mention the rest of the Harry Potter Franchise. If I were in that situation, aware of the fact that I would soon arrive at a graveyard where I would watch Cedric die and witness the rise of the most evil wizard of all time, I would take a second and consider my situation. My goal is to get Cedric a few steps away from the Triwizard Cup, so if I were to stun him (which is to render him unconscious), he would not fall and accidentally touch it, transporting himself into the clutches of the dark lord. I would already be seriously wounded (by this point Harry had already been attacked by a giant spider) so I wouldn’t have the strength to force him away physically. Logically, as a contender for the cup, Cedric would not believe me if I told him the truth that the Cup was a portkey. Think of it like telling a soccer player from the opposing team, “Don’t kick the ball towards the goal or it will explode!”  So it would suffice if I simply yelled, “Hey look! A giant dragon!” While he is conveniently looking away, I would be free to yell “Stupefy!” (The stunning spell) and watch Cedric crumble to the floor away from the cup. Then using my wand, I would send up red sparks (the signal for help) and inform Dumbledore of the situation right away. Crisis averted!

There you have it. Cedric would be alive (albeit a little confused and angry), the wizarding population would be saved from the almost-reign of Lord Voldemort, and Harry would become the youngest winner of the Triwizard Tournament! It seems perfect, but a lesson I have learned from the Harry Potter Franchise is that one does not have the leisure to write another’s story; we write our own stories with our own choices. Nonetheless, for a deprived Harry Potter fan such as me, it sure feels good for once to answer “if it were me”.