When Bella and the boys woke, it took them a while to get moving. Neither of them wanted to leave their beds, however they forced them selves to get up and get ready for the day.

They had all been surprised to find that they had a kitchen and stocked cupbords as well as a full fridge.

"can we all agree we should just use this room from now on?" Dean asked.

"Uh yeah" Sam and Face replied amused.

Bella looked over at them and rolled her eyes as she stood up.

"what are you doing?" Face asked looking over at her. He still had yet to change into his day clothing. 

"i need to go talk to Dumbledore...and then im going to go talk to Moody about something. And then after that i am playing teachers aid for Professor Mcgongall and Madam Pomfery." bella replied as she changed her clothes.

"you gonna be gone all day....I dont know...I dont think we should go off alone...any of us" Dean says looking sceptical.

"Im going to be with teachers..Ill be fine" Bella says as she walked out of the room. She made her way down to the defense against the dark arts class room. In hind sight, she probably should have gone to talk to Dumbledore first, but he could wait.

Bella knocked on the door before walking in and found Moody sitting at his desk.

"I wondered when you might be coming to visit" Moody says as he looked over at her.

"I want to see him" Bella says as she comes to a stop in front of his desk.

"He doesn't want anyone to see him, not yet" Moody replied.

Bella frowned. "what? Why?" She demanded looking a little upset.

"He has his reasons" Moody replied.

"but i-"

"He has given his orders. He will call you when he wants you" Moody says stiffly.

Bella stood there stunned. Never before had she had any problems with getting access to the dark lord. She looked away from moody as her mind worked in over drive.

"did i do something to upset him?" Bella asked as she began to get upset. "Was...Is it because...i havent looked for him? Because i...Ive been away? what...why would he deny me. I dont...I dont"

"It is nothing to do with that, I assure you" Moody says gruffly. "But he has his reasons, that is all i can tell you" he added.

Bella turned and walked out quickly...Angerily. She made her way up to Dumbledore's office.

When she reached the Gargoyal, she stopped and stared at it. It was then she realized, that she didn't know the password.

She wasn't sure what to do. Taking in a shaky breath she turned to leave, but stopped hearing someone approch.

"Bella...good you are here, we must go"

Bella turned and saw Dumbledore standing there.

"Professor" Bella asked confused. "go where?" she asked, but he did not answer, he only leads her away.

they met Harry in the hallway before they walked into a fairly small classroom; most of the desks had been pushed away to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle; three of them, however, had been placed end-to-end in front of the blackboard and covered with a long length of velvet.

Five chairs had been set behind the velvet-covered desks, and Ludo Bagman was sitting in one of them, talking to a witch, who was wearing magenta robes.

Viktor Krum was standing moodily in a corner as usual and not talking to anybody. Madam Maxime and Fleur were in conversation. Fleur looked a good deal happier than Bella had seen her so far; she kept throwing back her head so that her long silvery hair caught the light.

A paunchy man, holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, was watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

Bagman suddenly spotted Harry, got up quickly, and bounded forward.

Bella shivered a little. Bagman had always given her the creeps.

“Ah, here he is! Champion number four! In you come, Harry, in you come . . . nothing to worry about, it’s just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment —”

“Wand weighing?” Harry repeated nervously.

“We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they’re your most important tools in the tasks ahead,” said Bagman. “The expert’s upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there’s going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter,” he added, gesturing toward the witch in magenta robes. “She’s doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet. . . .”

Bella and Dumbledore shared a glance as Bella's head snapped to the side in order to look at him. This could cause some problems.

“Maybe not that small, Ludo,” said Rita Skeeter, her eyes on Harry. Her hair was set in elaborate and curiously rigid curls that contrasted oddly with her heavy-jawed face. She wore jeweled spectacles. The thick fingers clutching her crocodile-skin handbag ended in two-inch nails, painted crimson. “I wonder if I could have a little word with Harry before we start?” she said to Bagman, but still gazing fixedly at Harry. “The youngest champion, you know . . . to add a bit of color?”

“Certainly!” cried Bagman. “That is — if Harry has no objection?”

“Er —” said Harry.

"absolutly not" Bella interjected. "nor do you have any right to approch him" She added.

Rita looked at bella with a distastful look. "You hardly have any say in the matter" She says scowling as she grabbed hold of Harrys arm. "Come this way lad" She says with a grin.

"Harry no" Bella looked at Harry dead in the eyes.

Harry nods as he pulled away from Rita skeeter. "No offence maam...But I must agree with my aunt" He says shortly.

Bella relaxed a little and gives him a sharp nod.

Rita clearly did not like this at all. "your....your aunt" She asked alarmed.

"Yes, His aunt. Now back off" Bella says coldly before turning to Harry. "you are not at all obligated to speak to any reporter."  She explained quietly.

Very glad to get away from Rita Skeeter, Harry turned to look at the rest of the people in the room.

The other champions were now sitting in chairs near the door, and he sat down quickly next to Bella, looking up at the velvet-covered table, where four of the five judges were now sitting — Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Mr. Crouch, and Ludo Bagman.

Rita Skeeter settled herself down in a corner; Harry saw her slip the parchment out of her bag again, spread it on her knee, suck the end of the Quick-Quotes Quill, and place it once more on the parchment.

“May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?” said Dumbledore, taking his place at the judges’ table and talking to the champions. “He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament.”

Harry looked around, and with a jolt of surprise saw an old wizard with large, pale eyes standing quietly by the window. Harry had met Mr. Ollivander before — he was the wand-maker from whom Harry had bought his own wand over three years ago in Diagon Alley.

“Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?” said Mr. Ollivander, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room.

Fleur Delacour swept over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand. “Hmmm . . .” he said. He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it close to his eyes and examined it carefully. “Yes,” he said quietly, “nine and a half inches . . . inflexible . . . rosewood . . . and containing . . . dear me . . .”

“An ’air from ze ’ead of a veela,” said Fleur. “One of my grandmuzzer’s.”

So Fleur was part veela, thought Harry, making a mental note to tell Ron . . . then he remembered that Ron wasn’t speaking to him.

“Yes,” said Mr. Ollivander, “yes, I’ve never used veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands . . . however, to each his own, and if this suits you . . .” Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently checking for scratches or bumps; then he muttered, “Orchideous!” and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip. “Very well, very well, it’s in fine working order,” said Mr. Ollivander, scooping up the flowers and handing them to Fleur with her wand.

“Miss Riddle, you next.”

"Veni ad me, quod factum est ad te creare" Bella whispered quietly as she pulled out a hair pin from her hair. The hair pin turned into a staff before she stood and walked over to Mr. Ollivander.

Fleur glided back to her seat, smiling at Bella as she passed her, how ever she and several others gasped in surprise seeing the staff.

"a staff? Impossible!" Karkaroff exclaimed.

Bella handed her staff to the wand maker. He began looking it over.

"Oh my, Very powerful, Very powerful in deed" Mr, Olivander says as he examined every detail. "This staff is made up of several components...I remember when you came into my shop miss Riddle. No wand would take to you. We had to custom make yours, but i see it has grown with you" He said as he looked at Bella.

Bella smiled "i remember it well. The stronger i get the stronger it becomes" she says with a nod.

"this is a weighing of wands not staffs" Karkaroff says growling.

"there is nothing in the rule book about staffs Karkaroff" bella says shortly. "and as mr ollivander just said...No wand would take to me. Should i even attempt to pick up a wand, it would shatter" bella explained calmly.

Fleur and victor's eyes widened.

"Oh..that explains a lot" Harry muttered with wide eyes.

"Explains what?" Rita asked thirsty for informaition.

"never you mind" Bella says sharply. "and i had better not see you with in 30 ft of my nephew after this" she added.

rita looked offended, however bella did not care. 

"in any case...I will not be useing it" Bella added.

"not using it?" Victor asked looking stunned.

"why would you not use it?" Fleur asked bewildered.

"Because i am certain that i wont need it. I only use it when i have to" Bella explained calmly. "in any case i am resourcful. I can get through these tasks with out it."

"you are only allowed a wand...is this case your staff" Ludo bagman says looking confused.

"I am allowed magic. I do not need a wand to perform magic. and with magic.....i can summon just about anything. there is nothing in the rule books about summoning or transfiguring" Bella explained sounding quite annoyed.

"You are quite right" Ludo bagman says looking excited.

she takes the staff back and puts it back into her hair.

"So you use it for a hair pin?" Harry asked looking slightly amused.

"Well, if i am going to have it...it might as well be useful" Bella replied as she sat back down.

“Mr. Krum, if you please.” Viktor Krum got up and slouched, round-shouldered and duckfooted, toward Mr. Ollivander. He thrust out his wand and stood scowling, with his hands in the pockets of his robes.

“Hmm,” said Mr. Ollivander, “this is a Gregorovitch creation, unless I’m much mistaken? A fine wand-maker, though the styling is never quite what I . . . however . . .” He lifted the wand and examined it minutely, turning it over and over before his eyes. “Yes . . . hornbeam and dragon heartstring?” he shot at Krum, who nodded. “Rather thicker than one usually sees . . . quite rigid . . . ten and a quarter inches . . . Avis!”

The hornbeam wand let off a blast like a gun, and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end and through the open window into the watery sunlight. “Good,” said Mr. Ollivander, handing Krum back his wand. “Which leaves . . . Mr. Potter.”

Harry got to his feet and walked past Krum to Mr. Ollivander. He handed over his wand. “Aaaah, yes,” said Mr. Ollivander, his pale eyes suddenly gleaming. “Yes, yes, yes. How well I remember.”

Bella sent Rita a glare as the woman straightened her self with a look of excitement.

Mr. Ollivander spent much longer examining Harry’s wand than anyone else’s. Eventually, however, he made a fountain of wine shoot out of it, and handed it back to Harry, announcing that it was still in perfect condition.

“Thank you all,” said Dumbledore, standing up at the judges’ table. “You may go back to your lessons now — or perhaps it would be quicker just to go down to dinner, as they are about to end —” Feeling that at last something had gone right today, Harry got up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat.

“Photos, Dumbledore, photos!” cried Bagman excitedly. “All the judges and champions, what do you think, Rita?”

“Er — yes, let’s do those first,” said Rita Skeeter, whose eyes were upon Harry again. “And then perhaps some individual shots.”

"not a chance Skeeter" Bella snarled as she pulled Harry behind her.

The photographs took a long time. Madame Maxime cast everyone else into shadow wherever she stood, and the photographer couldn’t stand far enough back to get her into the frame; eventually she had to sit while everyone else stood around her.

Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee around his finger to give it an extra curl; Krum, whom Harry would have thought would have been used to this sort of thing, skulked, half-hidden, at the back of the group.

The photographer seemed keenest to get Fleur at the front, but Rita Skeeter kept hurrying forward and dragging Harry into greater prominence. Then she insisted on separate shots of all the champions, however she was denied this as Bella shut her down with a threat of going to the profit in person.

At last. they were all free to go.

"hey, Join us for dinner" Bella suggested.

"Sure" Harry replied. Bella dragged Harry off to the room of requirements, after making him promise to not look while they walked up there.

Once they were in the room, Harry finally opened his eyes.

His eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"whoa...." He trailed off.

"It's great right" Bella says smirking as they walked over to the table and greeted the boys.

"So we are letting him in on the secrete now?" Dean asked.

"We just got back from a tournament thing. I dont want him getting ambushed by that reporter." Bella says with a sigh. "she is ruthless and writes a load of lies" She explained.

After Dinner, Bella took Harry to the Gryffindor tower and then went back to the room of requirements where the guys were all laying about, having already finsihed cleaning up.

Bella walked over to her Bed and fell over onto it, Right next to Face and curled up to him. Almost immediatly he wrapped his arm around her.

In the next couple of days, life became even worse for Harry within the confines of the castle, for Rita Skeeter had published her piece about the Triwizard Tournament, and it had turned out to be not so much a report on the tournament as a highly colored life story of Harry.

Much of the front page had been given over to a picture of Harry; the article (continuing on pages two, six, and seven) had been all about Harry, the names of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champions (misspelled) had been squashed into the last line of the article.

The article had appeared ten days ago, and Harry still got a sick, burning feeling of shame in his stomach every time he thought about it.

Rita Skeeter had reported him saying an awful lot of things that he couldn’t remember ever saying in his life, let alone to her.

I suppose I get my strength from my parents.
I know they’d be very proud of me if they could see me now. . .
Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I’m not ashamed to admit it. . . .
I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they’re watching over me. . . .

"That is bullshit!" Bella slammed the profit down on the table when she had read it. They had been in the great hall at the time for lunch. "He was with me the entire time. She never even spoke to him!" she snapped.

"Cant you doing something about that?" Sam asked. "I mean that is illegal"

"a bullet to the head wouldnt hurt" Dean suggested as Face attempted to calm Bella down.

"Im going to put an end to this all righ!" Bella snapped, not careing at all who heard her.

But Rita Skeeter had gone even further than transforming his “er’s” into long, sickly sentences: She had interviewed other people about him too.

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school. From the moment the article had appeared, Harry had had to endure people — Slytherins, mainly — quoting it at him as he passed and making sneering comments.

Anger filled Bella and the boys as they heard the other students. Bella had to fight her self from turning into her dragon form of several occasions.

The group had taken up escorting Harry around and keeping him away from the other students.

Hermione had come in for her fair share of unpleasantness too, but she hadn’t yet started yelling at innocent bystanders; in fact, Harry was full of admiration for the way she was handling the situation.

“Stunningly pretty? Her?” Pansy Parkinson had shrieked the first time she had come face-to-face with Hermione after Rita’s article had appeared. “What was she judging against — a chipmunk?”

“Ignore it,” Hermione said in a dignified voice, holding her head in the air and stalking past the sniggering Slytherin girls as though she couldn’t hear them. “Just ignore it, Harry.”

But Harry couldn’t ignore it, and nether could Bella and the boys. This was going too far. It wasn't until Rita had made a comment about Bella in the paper that Bella finally snapped.

It was revealed that Hogwarts other champion, Bella Riddle, is in fact Harry potters aunt. If that is true, then where has she been all this time...why did she and the rest of her so called family abandon him? If what she said is to be believed. its sad that there are those people out there claiming to be Mr.potters relatives for clout, but then does nothing to help him. What kind of family is that?

Bella had stormed into the teachers lounge after having read the artical. "That bitch is writing false information about us. you heard both of us Both Harry and i refused to talk to that woman!" She slammed the paper onto the table. "he was in sight of us at all times. I personally walked him to his dorms. He didn't leave until we we met up with him for breakfast. the same damn thing we have been doing since all this started"

"miss Riddle this is" Snape started to say before Bella turned and shot a curse at him.

"Dont not speak unless spoken to" Bella snarled as Snape found him self writhing on the floor in pain.

"Miss riddle!" Pomona spout gasped as she got up.

"Thats enough Pomona. it was nothing leathal" Dumbledore says calmly. "I know you are angry Bella. But please dont curse my staff" he added.

"Ill do as i damn well please until this bitch is dealt with!" Bella replied scowling.

"That's easy enough" Moody says looking at her with a meaningful look. Bella fought a smirk that was threatening to show at his suggestion.

Snape managed to pull him self into his chair was gasping.

"what did you hit him with?" Moody asked curiously.

"a cruciatus if he doesnt learn to keep his mouth shut" Bella snarled.

"That is illegal. you could get your self into a lot of trouble for just suggesting it. and just where on earth did you learn that?" Sprout asked looking stunned.

"my uncle if you must know. And quite frankly i dont give a damn. Because right now, the only thing i care about is putting a stop to this woman and her lies!" Bella shot back.

Moody stood up. "In that case. Ill get to work" he says. "Ill do a little diggin around" he limped out of the room.

Bella nods approvingly. "I swear Dumbledore. If this continues...Im taking him and we will live as muggles. I dont give a damn." She turned and stormed out of the room.

On the Saturday before the first task, all students in the third year and above were permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade.

Bella and the boys spent most of the day down at Bella's friend, Carla's, shop.

The boys were picking through different clothes while Bella modeled  off the new clothes that Carla had just made.

"are you sure you dont want me to make you guys dress robes?" Carla asked looking a little put out.

"What do we need dress robes for?" Dean asked as he tried on a plad shirt.

"For the yule ball. Dumbledore said they would be having it this year because of the tournament" Carla explained.

They all looked at her stunned.

"yule ball. They havent had one since..." bella trailed off.

"since that year you were expelled" Carla says with a nod.

"well...I dont want to where robed...do we have to?" Dean asked.

"We want to at least try and fit in" Sam says.

"no. No if you dont want to wear robes you dont have to...But...maybe a tux?" bella suggested. "and....I suppose ill have to pick me out a dress" she sighed.

"EEK" Carla squealed as she rushed over to the boys. "I can make you your tux. And bella i can help you pick the dress" she explained excitedly as she began to get hyperactive, before rushing to the back.

She comes back out with some glassess and bottles. "sit sit" she insisted as she ushered them to the couches and chairs before pouring them glasses of champage. "oh what colors do you want?" she asked

Bella and the boys looked at each other, All thinking the same thing...This was going to take a while.

After spending several hours at Carla's and at leat 8 champage bottles later, the four made their way up to the castle. each with an enchanted bag with various of clothes and accessories inside of them.

"Honestly, she has just been amazing" Bella says as they walked into the great hall for dinner. Between her and Dean, they had by far drunk most of the champage.

When they walked in, the room went quiet and everyone all stared at them.

"oh great. now what?" bella asked as she looked around the room.

Fleur walked up to her with a news paper. "is this true?" She asked with tear filled eyes.

Bella looked at her confused before taking the paper and looking at it, Using the translation spell, she began reading it. It was another artical from Rita skeeter.

The head line read; Hogwarts champion a murderer?

Bella felt sick seeing the head line. Already she knew what this was about. She folded up the paper refusing to read anymore as tears filled her eyes.

"you killed her?" Fleur choked out. "you killed my sister?"

"your sister?" Sam says looking alarmed.

"I did not kill her" Bella says firmly. "We were supposed to meet each other for dinner. I was runing late"

"But she was supposed to meet with you!" Fleur says.

"yes...She was meeting with me, But i did not do this" Bella replied firmly.

"then who did?" A slytherin asked.

"yeah and why should we believe you?!" Heather, from ravenclaw, Spoke up with a smug look.

"i believe her" Harry says shooting heather a glare.

"yeah and how do we know she just hasnt put some sort of compulsion on you" Ron asked heatedly.

"hey back off, this has nothing to do with you" dean snapped looking at Heather. "and you can shut your cake hole. You clearly have forgotten moody's class on compulsion curses"

"we have a right to know!" Heather shot back.

"Silver stream and I were dating. She was teaching me Ballett and i was teaching her karate" Bella spoke up. She was trembling as Face pulled her closer to him. "We had made plans to meet at our spot and then go to CD's grill. I was running late. Everything...just seemed to go wrong all day that day."

Fleur stepped back as alarm filled her eyes when she saw that Bella's eyes were changing from Blue to Green.

"When i got to the studio" Tears spilled over. "They had done horrible things to her. There was no healing her. I called for help, but they didn't get there in time. Silver...Died in that studio. She died in my arms."

"She died because she was meeting with you! and you were not there to save her!" Madam maxime says bitterly as she walked up behind Fleur.

"Two against a gang of men" Bella says looking up at her. "I am a good fighter madam maxime....but not even i could take on the entire gang single handedly. There was too many. and Silver was not a fighter."

"but...what about your animangus form?" cedric diggory asked as he looked over at her. "You could have used it"

"They were muggles!" Bella snapped.

"even more reason!" Draco spat out.

"She cant just go around killing people! If she did that, then she would be no better than the ones who actually killed her" Harry says scowling. Bella looked at Harry with a look of gratitude.

Bella turned sharply and looked at him. "Have you completly lost your senses!" She snapped.

"Clearly you have!" Draco shot back

"Clearly your mother and i need to have a chat about your attitude" bella snarled.

"Fine say we believe you about that...what about the picture of you and Sirius black!" Heather says with a 'Ha! got you now' smug look.

"What picture?" Bella asked confused.

"the picture in the paper! Duh!" Heather snapped.

Bella opened the paper back up and found the picture in question. She paled as she recognized the picture.

"Sirius black escaped Azkaban last year. He was a known death eater. There is a picture of you and him together. How do we know you are not helping him" Heather says smugly.

Bella stared at the picture before looking up at heather with pure rage. She turned the paper to show the picture. "You are an absolute idiot" She says with a growl.

"this picture is from the day Sirius was arrested. Check the archives! that was 13 years ago!" Bella snapped.

"And that is clearly you!" Heather shot back. "so what...did you take some sort of aging potion?" She asked.

"i have never taking an aging potion in my life...what do you want?" She looked around the hall. "Verituserum anyone?" she asked. "cause ill do it. Just know this. Anything i say...you might not like hearing it"

"why cause we will finally hear the truth?" Heather smirked.

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone turned and looked over to see Mordred standing there looking livid.

"Back away from my mother" Mordred growled angerily.

"mother?" Face, Dean, and Sam looked at Bella confused.

"i....Kind of adopted him" bella says sheepishly.

Mordred walked over.

"mordred?" Bella looked at her stunned as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.

"s'not your fault" Mordred says reasurringly before turning and glaring at Madam Maxime. "You were invited here to participate in some games..you are a guest here. But this is HER home. you have no right to come in and treat her in this way. you have no right to bring up the past. you are not the only one who was affected by the maidens death. Clearly this is a tactic to get under your skin and throw you off in order to sabatoge the games" Mordred says looking over at Bella. "they mean to stir up the past to cause chaos."

"Of course it is" bella nods as she began calming down. Mordred stood in front of bella and stared at Madam Maxime.

Madam Maxime huffed and stormed away while dragging Fleur with her.

Bella shakily turned to the others. "silver never told me she had any sisters" she says looking puzzled.

"maybe she didn't know" Sam suggested.

"or maybe she was trying to forget she had them" Dean muttered. Bella sighed a little.

"Maybe we should just have dinner in the room" she muttered.

"Good idea' Face says with a nod as he glanced around. They were clearly not going to have a peaceful meal as no one seemed to want to relent on staring at them.

The group turned and walked out of the great hall making note to continue having their meals in their room up on the 7th floor.