The Great Hall had fallen under a blanket of pure silence after Professor Dumbledore had called Harry's name. From where Eleanor was still sitting on Fred's lap, she felt the urge to reach out to Harry, who looked absolutely stunned. He had yet to move from where he was sitting, only able to watch as all eyes in the Great Hall were focused on him. And suddenly, an angry buzzing stirred, instead of the applause and cheer that had followed the other champions that had been selected. Harry immediately tried to say that he hadn't put his name in the Goblet, looking to his best friends beside him for reassurance that they, above all, believed him.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

Harry didn't have much of a choice as he struggled to his feet and started to make his way to where Dumbledore was waiting on him. However, as he passed where Eleanor was sitting, she reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. She had no words of comfort to offer at the time, only mustering up the best attempt at a smile that she could, before releasing him from her hold.

He continued all the way until he reached Dumbledore, who directed him into the side chamber where the other champions were waiting. Eleanor could only imagine what Cedric's expression had been when he saw Harry walk in. More than likely the other champions probably thought he was coming in to deliver a message of sorts, but they were in for quite the surprise.

As soon as he was out of sight, the Great Hall exploded with everyone turning to the person closest to them, trying to figure out what had just happened. The Gryffindor table seemed to be in better spirits about the ordeal, most of them were actually thrilled to have a Gryffindor champion, rather than being concerned that Harry was underage and that he had managed to be entered.

"I wonder how he did it?" Fred questioned, turning his attention to George and Lee. "If the Ageing Potion didn't work- "

"You're joking, right?" Eleanor rose from his lap, gathering her garments in her arms. "Please tell me you're joking. If you honestly think that Harry put his name in the Goblet. You saw his face, didn't you? He looked terrified!"

She wasn't in the mood to argue, choosing to ignore the fact that everyone seemed wrapped up in the wrong aspects of what had just happened. She took her things, leaving the Gryffindor table, and making her way back to Marnie.

Unlike the Gryffindor table, the students of Hufflepuff appeared extremely annoyed or angry over Harry's selection. Truth be told, Hufflepuff was often the overlooked House, as many of them had experienced over the years. They hadn't won the House Cup in quite some time, they had failed to get the Quidditch Cup, and there were even a few that considered the house to be a lot o' duffers. So, for Cedric to be selected, for so many in Hufflepuff, it meant a lot to them that he would be Hogwarts representation.

"I'm trying to do my best to appear shocked, but I'm not even surprised at this point," Marnie said as Eleanor sat beside her. "I'm only surprised that it didn't call Harry's name first. Actually, I'm surprised it didn't call his name for all the position of champions."

"Poor Harry," Eleanor sighed, "he was so excited about the Tournament, I don't think he'll be feeling the same about it now."

"Poor Harry?!" Ernie Macmillan called out to her from across the way, bringing the older girls to look at him. "What do you mean poor Harry? More like poor Cedric. He was supposed to be the champion of the school, the only one and now he has to share the limelight with Harry. It always has to be about Harry. They shouldn't let him compete. Why aren't you upset? Isn't Cedric your best friend? This is Cedric's chance to shine- "

"Alright, Ernie when you're done sucking Cedric's dick, could you kindly fuck off?" Marnie snapped at him. "No one was talking to you and Cedric's a big boy; he doesn't need you fighting in his corner. Give it a rest!"

Of course, Ernie wasn't the only one who shared similar thoughts, between Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, the majority of students appeared outraged. However, to allow things to settle, Professor McGonagall rose from her feet and dismissed all students to return to their respective dorms immediately.

Unable to deliver her knitted garments as she had originally planned to do so, Eleanor followed Marnie out of the Great Hall, feeling the sensation of an oncoming headache. Once she entered the Common Room, she didn't wish to stay as many of the students were lingering behind to gossip over the evening events. Instead, she retreated to the dorms with Marnie, where Heidi and Maxine were already settled on their beds.

"So, do you think he did it?" Heidi asked as soon as they walked in. Marnie rolled her eyes at her before flopping onto her own bed, while Eleanor dropped her knitted garments into her trunk.

"How would he be able to do it?" Eleanor questioned her in return. "He's only a fourth-year student, in case you forgot."

"Well, in case you forgot, he is The-Boy-Who-Lived," Heidi said, "he defeated You-Know-Who as a baby. That's got to count for something. And who doesn't want a shot at eternal glory?"

"I think Harry would think he's simply fine without it," Eleanor huffed, growing more and more irritated by the second, "he's been through a lot these past couple of years, I don't believe he entered his name."

"But who would enter his name for him?"

It was already a question that Eleanor had been pondering herself, but she didn't have the slightest clue as to who would want to enter Harry into the competition. It would be one thing if he and his friends had attempted it, just as Fred and George did, but most of the older students that Harry knew, wanted to enter the competition themselves, so would they have risked entering his name for the sake of a laugh?

What student would go through the trouble of actually being able to outsmart Professor Dumbledore and the others that were part of monitoring the competition, only to enter Harry's name instead of their own?

And even if his name had been entered, the competition was called the Triwizard Tournament for a reason, meaning there was only supposed to be three Champions. Obviously, something had happened where four names had been chosen, but wouldn't that mean the competition itself would be voided? Wouldn't it have just been better to start all over again and monitor the Goblet to make sure only students that were of age approached it with their own names?

Rather than trying to figure things out, Eleanor reached into her bag and pulled out some paper and her quill to write a letter home. Perhaps her father or grandfather could make sense of what was taking place.

Dear Dad,

Something has happened here at the school and I don't think a chocolate bar is going to be able to fix it...

Once she finished up her letter, Eleanor couldn't bring herself to sleep, even though her dormmates had no problem slumbering off. She grabbed her knitting materials and wand before heading to the Common Room. It was nearing two in the morning, and to her surprise, Cedric was there, sitting by the fireplace alone.

"Queenie, what are you still doing awake?" she said, taking the empty spot beside him on the sofa. "Dumb question, I know."

"It's hard to fall asleep, my head hasn't stopped racing since my name was called," he said, "where's Marnie? Asleep?"

"Of course, you know it doesn't take much for her to fall asleep. Once she told Heidi and Maxine to shut up about Harry- "

"Yeah, Harry," Cedric repeated, "how could I forget? I wish I had been surprised when I saw him come in, but deep down, I knew. I wanted to think it was a prank but when Professor Dumbledore and the others came in, didn't look like much of a joke from where I was sitting."

"You don't think he put his name in the Goblet, do you?"

There was a moment of silence before Eleanor let out a groan and clapped her hand over her face.

"Oh, not you too, Queenie!"

"Look, I know you and Harry are close, I don't have any ill feelings towards him," Cedric told her, "maybe he did put his name in, maybe he didn't. I don't know. I just wish he wasn't in the competition at all. It sounds stupid but I guess I was hoping that it would be something that wouldn't be centred around him. I really wanted to impress..."

His voice trailed off for a moment before he swallowed and focused his attention on the fire.

"It doesn't matter, he's going to compete. I'll just have to make the best of it and hope I win. Well, I'm probably going to head to bed. Goodnight, Ellie."

Pushing himself up, Cedric placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before leaving to the boy's dorm.

"Night, Queenie."

Eleanor felt rather torn over the next few days as the school itself seemed divided. She had offered her support to Harry, telling him that she didn't believe that he had put his name in the Goblet of Fire. Apparently, that was something Harry desperately needed to hear as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

While Hermione was offering her support, Ron seemed to believe that Harry had put in his name in the Goblet, or if he didn't, he was jealous of the situation. Either way, Harry was clearly upset over the tournament, and it didn't help that the majority of the school was giving him the cold shoulder. It reminded Eleanor of the time when Harry was in his second year and everyone thought he was behind the attacks regarding the Chamber of Secrets.

Then, she had Cedric on the other hand, who despite becoming Hogwarts Champion and having the support of the majority of the school, didn't seem as happy as she thought he would be. She understood that he didn't want to share the champion title with Harry, but Eleanor was certain something else was bothering him.

"Have you noticed something off about Cedric lately?" Eleanor asked Marnie as they sat in Herbology. "I think he's upset about something."

"Really?" Marnie said. "I hadn't noticed. He seems fine to me. He was smiling earlier when I saw him with Cho. I mean, I'm sure he was a little upset about Harry being a champion, but I think he's over it. Now, move your hand, I'm trying to copy the last bit of the homework of your scroll."

Eleanor sighed, moving her arm, while Cedric made his way in and sat beside her. He looked relatively flustered, as his hair was a bit of a mess and his cheeks were red.

"Are you alright?"

"Just had to wrestle my way over here, a swarm of girls surrounded me in the castle, all of them asking for my autograph. They wanted me to sign their school bags."

"They what?"

"I'm telling you, it's insane."

"Oh no, what a struggle," Marnie said, under her breath but still loud for them to hear, "having people wanting your autograph and thinking you're amazing. What's next, oh no, people actually like me. My life is so hard."

Nudging her in the ribs, Eleanor whispered Marnie's name under her breath to get her to stop. Marnie's quill scribbled across the parchment scroll, leaving her to glare at the mistake. Clearly, it wasn't the response that Cedric was looking for as he remained quiet for the remainder of the class.

And after sitting awkwardly between her two friends that seemed to have switched places suddenly, Eleanor wanted nothing more than to escape the Greenhouse when class was over.

She had practically run out of the Herbology greenhouse and made her way towards the lake, before plopping down onto the ground. So far, sixth year wasn't as good as she thought it would be.

"Sickle for your thoughts?"

Peering up, Eleanor could see Doncho standing a couple of feet away from her, a curious grin on his lips as he waited for her answer. Without a word, Eleanor patted the ground beside her, inviting him to sit.

"I'd hate to pry, but I always feel rather uncomfortable when people look the slightest bit upset," he said, sitting down, "so, I'll ask but you don't have to answer. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but it's like everyone around me isn't," Eleanor told him, "my father told me that this year would be slightly stressful due to N.E.W.T levels and such, but this is just a whole other level."

"You're friends with Cedric, aren't you? I figured you would be excited that he became a champion. I saw you cheering for him when he was called."

"I'm excited for him, but it doesn't mean I'm not nervous either. I don't have a lot of faith that this tournament won't be dangerous. And I don't want him getting hurt. And I don't want Harry getting hurt for that matter either."

"You're friends with Harry Potter?"

Eleanor nodded her head. "It goes way back; my father and his father were best friends back when they attended Hogwarts. I didn't know him that well though, not last year and then over the summer. Still, even if I didn't know him, I know that he's only a fourth year and I know he didn't put his name in the goblet. But everyone around me, even some of my closest friends, believe he did. Some of them are angry with him and others are praising him."

"Yeah, they're even making pins about it."

"What?"

"You haven't seen the pins?"

"What pins?!"

Doncho reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a pin that he placed in her hand. It was rather large and in bright red letters read:

Support CEDRIC DIGGORY –the REAL Hogwarts Champion!

"Well," she said, "I guess it could be worse-"

"It gets worse," Doncho told her as he reached over and pressed on the pin. Suddenly, the previous message vanished and was replaced by another message that glowed green.

POTTER STINKS.

With a grumble, Eleanor wanted nothing more but to throw it in the lake, but she didn't think the merfolk would appreciate the waters being littered. She turned to Doncho, holding the pin up.

"Where did you get this?"

"Some boy was passing them out at the Slytherin table, my friend Vidar ended up with one and gave it to me. He thought it was funny, mainly because someone decided to put that much effort into making these pins."

"You didn't even have to say his name and I already know who it is."

When Fred realised that he had gone through the majority of the day without talking to Eleanor, he put all of his other plans aside, in hopes of finding her. He had seen her in their classes earlier, but she was already seated with Marnie and Cedric. And after walking around the inside of the castle, he ventured outside, only to find her making her way up to the castle, with Doncho at her side.

The only time Fred could remember experiencing the feeling of jealousy, was jealousy over his siblings, whether it was one of them getting more attention while growing up or listening to their parents praise one of his brothers over him. Eleanor was friends with Cedric, he didn't feel any jealousy over their friendship.

And Eleanor had kissed the entire Quidditch team, and he hadn't felt any jealousy over it. But seeing her walking along with Doncho, not only did he feel the onset of jealousy, but he also felt intimidated as well. He didn't know much about Doncho, other than the boy's full name, the fact that he went to the Quidditch World Cup, and that he attended Durmstrang.

Perhaps it was the fact that Eleanor had not taken to making a lot of friends during most of her years at Hogwarts, often coming across as selective of who she allowed in her life. And Doncho had waltzed in, the two of them becoming fast friends by the look of it.

As she grew closer, Fred stood taller with Doncho approaching, but Eleanor seemed happy to see him.

"Fred! You're just who I was looking for!" she said, reaching him. "I need your help! Bye, Doncho, I'll see you later!"

With a wave of his hand, Doncho made his way into the castle, spotting a few other students from Durmstrang. Fred's smile suddenly returned as he was left alone with Eleanor, who had grabbed his hand while shaking it.

"Fred? Hello, did you hear what I said?"

With a slight shake of his head to rid of his earlier thoughts, Fred cleared his throat and gave Eleanor all of his attention.

"What do you need help with?"

"Have you seen the pins that are going around? I have a feeling Malfoy is behind them."

"Yeah, I've seen them, what do you want to do about them?"

There was a mischievous glint in Eleanor's eyes as she grabbed his other hand and began pulling him along to follow her.

By the end of the day, Harry was at his wit's end, between the pins or the way everyone continued to look at him. It didn't help that Hermione felt the need to split her time between him and Ron, often leaving Harry to face the harsh glares alone. He had entered the courtyard, which he was immediately beginning to regret as he noticed the crowds, donning the pins on their robes. But he decided to say when he spotted Eleanor running towards him, eventually coming to a stop, slightly out of breath.

"Hi, Harry!"

"Hi, Ellie," he greeted in return, "why are you so out of breath? Why have you been running?"

"No particular reason," she began to say, but at that very moment, Harry caught sight of Fred walking into the courtyard, casually whistling to himself. He didn't want to get the wrong idea of what the two had been doing, hoping that it was probably along the lines of a prank.

"Uh, what did you two do?" he asked as Fred arrived at Eleanor's side.

"Oh no, Harry," Fred shook his head, "this one was all Ellie."

"Ellie, what did you do?"

Eleanor continued to avoid eye contact with Harry as she looked around. "Well, Harry, I was getting irritated by all the pins. So, I might have tweaked them a bit."

"What? How did you manage to tweak them?"

"Um..."

Suddenly, from behind the group, there was a loud screech and then another. Harry watched in bewilderment as nearly everyone around them started to scream while jumping around in place. Several of them ripped the pins off their shirts and threw them to the ground, while others ran off in a panic. Harry couldn't help but laugh, watching as the pins that were so proudly worn throughout the day had been so easily discarded.

"I may or may not have set a charm on the pins that deliver a rather nasty nipple twist to whoever is wearing them."

"ELEANOR!"

Harry's mouth was quickly covered not only by Eleanor but Fred's hand as well, leaving him to look back and forth between the two.

"You didn't hear any of that, Harry," she told him. "You didn't see or hear anything!"

Uncovering his mouth, the two left Harry alone in the courtyard, but suddenly, he wasn't in such a bad mood anymore.

At dinner that same evening, Marnie rubbed her hand over her chest, with a pained expression, while Eleanor sat across from her, focusing a little too hard on her roasted potatoes.

"Ellie, you're sure the twins weren't behind this?" she asked. "I promise I won't kill them. Maybe push them down a flight of stairs, but I won't kill them."

"It wasn't them, Marnie, I'm positive."

"Why were you even wearing one of those badges to begin with?" Cedric questioned. "You can't stand Malfoy- "

"First off, I didn't know that the little git had made them. People were passing the pins out in the Common Room. When I asked what they were, they said they were Cedric Diggory pins, so I took one and pinned it on my shirt. I didn't even know it said Potter stinks until I had to tear it off my tit! So much for wanting to support you, that pin nearly twisted my tit off."

For a moment, Cedric smiled, perhaps at the idea that Marnie was finally showing that she truly supported him entering the tournament, but he quickly covered it up by scrunching up his face at what she had said.

"Marnie, I'm trying to eat here!"

"And I'm trying to tend to my tender bosom!"

"I could help you there."

The three looked up to see Lee passing their table with a grin and a wink in Marnie's direction before he joined the twins at the Gryffindor table. No one said a word as they only exchanged glances with one another.