Cassiopeia Hope Black is the daughter of the crazed mass murderer, Sirius Black.
Follow Cassie through her teenage years where she battles love, drama, and Voldemort.
Get ready for some twists.
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Chapter 35: The Fourth Champion
The faces in the portraits turned to look at the due as they entered. Cassie saw a wizened witch flit out of the frame of her picture and into the one next to it, which contained a wizard with a walrus mustache. The wizened witch started whispering in his ear.
Viktor Krum, Cedric, and Fleur were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up, and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two.
Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when Cassie and Harry walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.
"What is it, Couzin?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"
She thought they had come to deliver a message. Harry didn't know how to explain what had just happened and neither did Cassie.
They just stood there, looking at the three champions. It struck Harry how very tall all of them were.
There was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry and Cassie each by the arm and led them forward.
"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing Harry's arm.
"Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen . . . ladies," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. "May I introduce — incredible though it may seem — the fourth Triwizard champion?"
Viktor Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed Harry. Cedric looked nonplussed. He looked from Bagman to Harry and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said. Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said,
"Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."
"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"
Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Cedric was still looking politely bewildered. Fleur frowned.
"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman. " 'E cannot compete. 'E is too leetle."
"Well . . . it is amazing," said Bagman, rubbing his smooth chin and smiling down at Harry. "But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the goblet . . . I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage. . . . It's down in the rules, you're obliged . . . Harry will just have to do the best he —"
The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. Cassie heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Professor McGonagall closed the door.
