Harry's POV

As Ron and I watched some of the older students enter their names for the tournament, I couldn't help but wonder where Cassia was. The last time I saw her was right before Hermione dragged the two of us boys down to the library to help us -- Ron, mostly -- with homework. We were planning to meet in the Great Hall for dinner, but Cassia never showed up. I know for a fact that she never skips hanging out with us. Cedric choosing to sit with his fellow housemates also surprised me, given that we had grown accustomed to having him join us at the Gryffindor table during meals. It's true that I considered him a friend. Granted, he was one of few people who believed that Cassia and I were not behind the Chamber of Secrets being opened in our second year.

My train of thought was interrupted when I felt something -- no, someone -- collide with my chest, nearly knocking me to the ground. To my surprise, it was Cassia. She was dripping wet and I could feel her shivering. I hugged her tightly in an effort to warm her up, thinking she was shivering from being cold and wet, but then I saw that her eyes were all red and puffy, and tears were welling up inside them.

"Sis, are you alright? What happened?" I asked.

She sniffled. "Cedric and I had a fight..."

I rubbed her back to try and calm her down. "What was it about?"

"C-Cedric told me h-he was gonna e-enter his n-n-name for the t-tournament, and I told him no, a-and we -- we got into an argument. He -- he called me a control freak, and he said m-maybe our r-r-relationship wasn't going to work out," she sobbed, before burying her face in my sweater.

I looked across the room at Cedric, who was being pushed towards the goblet by three of his friends.

"C'mon, Ced! Put it in!" one of them encouraged.

Cedric looked up at the blue flames and then put in the parchment that had his name written down on it, much to everyone's delight. Everyone applauded except for Ron, Cassia, and myself. I was beyond angry at Cedric for hurting my sister. He is going to regret what he did.

"I'll kill him," I said through clenched teeth.

"I'll join you," Ron told me, cracking his knuckles.

Cassia sniffled again, looking up at us. "Thanks, guys..." she whispered. She was probably afraid that she'd burst into tears again if she raised her voice any higher. Ron and I each kept an arm around her as we resumed watching other students submit their names.

"Eternal glory. Be brilliant, wouldn't it? Three years from now, when we're old enough to be chosen," Ron mused.

I chuckled. "Yeah, rather you than me."

Cassia's POV

Even though I was still upset about the fight Cedric and I had gotten into, being with my brother made me feel a little better. I was really grateful for Harry being a shoulder for me to cry on. And the fact that both him and Ron were willing to hex Cedric into next week...it really means a lot.

Fred and George soon came charging into the Great Hall, shouting "YES!" at the top of their lungs. Ron, Harry, and I joined in on the applause breaking out throughout the Great Hall...at least, from the Gryffindors in the room.

"Well, lads, we've done it," Fred boasted.

"Cooked it up just this morning," George jumped in. I put two and two together in my head, and then realized that they were going to try and use Aging Potion to put their names in for the tournament.

Hermione paused her reading, having heard them. "It's not going to work," she said in a sing-song voice.

She's right, I thought in my head, also in a sing-song tone.

Fred and George went over to her and basically sandwiched her in between them.

"Oh, yeah?" Fred challenged.

"Why's that, Granger?" George asked.

"You see this?" Hermione pointed to the line around the goblet. "This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" Fred asked.

Hermione scoffed. She closed the book and smacked it on her lap. "So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a draught as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion."

"Yeah, but that's why it's so brilliant," Fred began.

"Cause it's so pathetically dimwitted," George finished.

They both stood up and shook the little vials of potion up.

"Ready, Fred?" George asked.

"Ready, George," Fred answered.

"Bottoms up," they both said at the same time. They locked arms and downed the potions in one gulp. Then they jumped right over the age line. "Yes!" they exclaimed.

Everyone cheered. Fred and George waved their arms in the air, reveling in the praise they were getting. They then slipped their names into the goblet. "Yes!" they exclaimed again, earning another round of applause. It only lasted for about three seconds. Flames shot all over the place, and Fred and George were knocked backwards, onto the ground, outside of the ageline circle. Except they didn't look like their normal selves. Their hair was longer and gray, and they had matching beards. Laughter broke out throughout the Great Hall. Even I was laughing. Two words: epic fail.

"You said-" Fred started to argue.

"You said-" George argued back. They started wrestling on the ground, and a lot of people, including myself and Harry, gathered to watch the two brothers slug it out.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" we all chanted, amused by what was happening. Hermione, however, did not join in on watching the fight. She moved to another seat and continued reading her book.

But everything came to a standstill when Viktor Krum entered the room. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as the Bulgarian Quidditch player made his way up to the goblet. He put his name in, and for a few moments, it was dead quiet. Then, slowly but surely, people started applauding. Viktor looked over at Hermione and the corners of his lips tugged upward, forming a subtle smile and making Hermione's cheeks turn just a shade or two pinker than normal.

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The entire school was abuzz with excitement, because today was the big reveal; we were going to find out who had been selected for the Triwizard Tournament.

After dinner, Dumbledore made his way to the middle of the Great Hall and held up a hand to quiet us. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for! The Champion Selection!" he announced. He stretched out a hand and slowly brought it around the room, dimming all the firelights emitting from the wall braziers. Then he made his way up to the goblet and put both hands on it. When he stepped back, the normally-blue flames turned a bright scarlet color and spat out a piece of parchment.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and read it. "The Durmstrang champion is...Viktor Krum!"

The Durmstrang boys erupted in applause and Viktor came up to Dumbledore, who shook hands with him and pointed him in the direction of the trophy room.

A fancy piece of parchment came out of the goblet next. Beauxbatons.

"The champion for Beauxbatons...is Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore declared.

Cheers erupted again, the majority of which came from the other Beauxbatons girls. Fleur got up and went to Dumbledore. They shook hands, and then Fleur disappeared into the trophy room.

A third bit of parchment was spat from the fire. We all watched with baited breath. This was the person representing our school.

"The Hogwarts champion...Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore announced, making my heart sink to my stomach. All the Hufflepuffs cheered and Cedric walked up, shook hands with the headmaster, and then headed into the trophy room to join Viktor and Fleur.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions," Dumbledore announced, "But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions...this vessel of victory. The Triwizard Cup!"

Mr. Crouch brought in something covered with black fabric, and when he took the cover off, there was a large blue cup that, if you looked very closely, had the word 'Triwizard' engraved on it in very faint writing.

Everyone, from all three schools, broke into applause and cheers, but it soon turned to silence when the Goblet of Fire started going berserk. Its blue flames turned red for a fourth time, and a folded piece of parchment shot straight out. What the heck?! I thought there were only three champions!

Dumbledore caught the parchment, unfolded it, and read the name to himself. "Harry Potter," he then called out. Utter silence filled the room.

My jaw dropped. "No," I muttered.

"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore shouted at the top of his lungs.

I just sat there, fully aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at Harry. There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat next to me.

Hermione had to nudge Harry three times before he got up from his spot. I stood up as well, holding his hand tightly as we walked up to Dumbledore. Dumbledore said nothing, only showing us the parchment with my brother's name written on it, clear as day. Harry and I were both perplexed and shocked. How was this possible?

"He's a cheat!" one person yelled.

"He's not even seventeen yet!" someone else added.

We headed past the other professors and into the trophy room. Fleur, Viktor, and Cedric each had a look of confusion on their faces. But believe me, we were just as baffled as they were.

Suddenly, Dumbledore raced towards us, with Mr. Crouch, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and -- surprisingly -- Professor Moody. He pinned Harry against a trophy case. "Harry, did you enter your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

Harry shook his head. "No, sir."

"Did you ask your sister or one of the older students to do it for you?" Dumbledore questioned, making my eyes widen in shock. What?! My name wasn't even written on the paper! Why would he point fingers at me?!

"No, sir," Harry denied.

"You're absolutely sure?" Dumbledore pressed.

Harry nodded.

"Professor, we're both underage, and I would never in a million years put my brother through something as dangerous as this," I piped up.

Madame Maxime pushed a ceiling light out of her way. "Well, of course zey are lying!"

"The hell they are! The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of one fourteen-year-old, let alone two," Moody argued.

Karkaroff gave Malfoy a piercing glare. "You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye," he snapped.

"It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember," Moody retorted, staring him down with his artificial eye.

"That doesn't help, Alastor!" Dumbledore interrupted them before either one could argue further. He looked over at Mr. Crouch. "We leave this to you, Barty."

Crouch remained silent for about a minute and a half, keeping his back to us. "The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract." He turned around and made eye contact with Professor Dumbledore. "Mr. Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight, a Triwizard Champion."

I gasped silently and exchanged looks with Harry. This can't be happening. There must be some mistake.

"And vat of ze sister?" Madame Maxime asked, gesturing towards me.

"Miss Potter will be helping her sibling and her significant other. She will mentor both Hogwarts champions for the duration of the tournament," Crouch replied.

Dumbledore had a look of disbelief on his face, but nodded reluctantly, as if to say "So be it". He turned and made his way out of the room, with Crouch, Professor Moody, and the two visiting headmasters not too far behind him. Fleur and Viktor also left the room, and that left Harry and I alone with my boyfriend. I'm not even sure if I should call him that anymore because I don't think we're even together anymore. Just thinking about it hurt me.

"Cassia?" I heard him call my name. "Cass, can we talk?" he asked.

"Why?" I asked, refusing to look him in the eyes. I couldn't, not after what he'd said to me. Harry squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"I, uh, wanted to apologize...for the things I said to you last week," Cedric replied. "I shouldn't have overreacted. You were just looking out for my safety, just like you and Harry do with each other. I regretted saying those things the minute they came out of my mouth, and if I could take it all back, believe me, I would. I'm sorry."

His words repeated over and over in my head. I regretted saying those things the minute they came out of my mouth. If I could take it back, I would. I'm sorry. That was all I needed to hear to be able to look up, my green orbs meeting his brown ones. I let go of Harry's hand and walked closer to Cedric, until we were just inches away from each other.

"What you said really hurt me, Cedric. I wasn't sure if we could even be called a couple anymore, after our fight last week," I said. "I didn't know why you were acting so hostile, all of a sudden."

Cedric sighed. "My father was pressuring me to enter because he wants to be able to brag about how 'his son beat Harry Potter' again, and that Hufflepuff will 'finally get the glory it deserves'. I love Dad to death, but the stress of living up to these expectations he has of me was realy getting to me, and I made the mistake of taking it out on my girlfriend." He gestured to me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Funny you should ask that, I was wondering the same thing." He sighed again. "I should have talked to you about it instead of overreacting to you telling me not to enter."

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. "I forgive you, Cedric."

Harry came forward. "I forgive you as well, but I'm letting you off with a warning. If you ever, ever hurt my sister again, be ready, because I'll kick your arse," he threatened.

Cedric chuckled nervously at Harry's warning. I had to stifle a laugh. He's 17, and he's intimidated by my 14-year-old twin brother! "I don't think I'll have to worry about that, because I don't intend to hurt her again," he said, the slight fear of my brother's wrath now gone.

I shrieked in surprise as he dipped me, afraid that I was going to fall, but he held onto me tightly. He crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me intensely. We were basically making out. Our tongues fought each other for dominance. I wound up winning, although I'm pretty sure Cedric let me. Not that I cared. I was just happy I had my boyfriend back.