Fawns Heart

{Five}

My transition into Hogwarts had been going well. Three months had passed and I was so happy with the friends I had made. I was particularly close with the Weasley twins as well as Hermione. We often hung out in the common room together, sharing a bottle of fire whiskey the twins hid in their trunks. And when we weren't in the common room, we were at the three broomsticks doing the exact same thing.

This year was the year of the Triwizard Tournament. Fred and George both thought it would be a grand idea to create an ageing potion, despite how many times Hermione and I told them it wouldn't work. They both ended up in the hospital wing for nearly a week, trying to get back to the stupid teenagers they were.

They were both rather bitter when the night came for the announcement. I still remember the night that the champions were announced. 

"Viktor Krum!"

"Fleur Delacour!"

"Cedric Diggory!"

As soon as Cedric's name was announced I couldn't help but feel happy for him. I stood up and clapped, and shouted, and cheered, he saw me and rushed over to give me one of his signature bear hugs. Lifting me in the air with a spin, I giggled and insisted he put me down. I gave him a little shove on his chest and told him to go.

The Goblet of Fire then began to turn its flames red once more.

"I thought there were only supposed to be three champions" I turned to Fred with a puzzled look.

"There is only supposed to be three" He responded looking concerned.

"Harry Potter?" Dumbledore announced.

I looked towards Harry as he ducked down, not wanting to be seen.

"HARRY POTTER!" His voice boomed across the hall.

Both Hermione and I grabbed him by his sleeves and pushed him forward. 

A sharp pain of guilt wielded its way through my heart. Did I just push Harry towards his death? What about Cedric? Would they both be alright?

And even after they all completed their first task I couldn't help but worry for them. 

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I woke up to George's face shaking me awake from my deep slumber. 

"George what are you doing?! You know you're not allowed in here!" I said while trying my best to stay awake.

"You're going to miss breakfast Pierce!" He replied as he tried to drag me out from my warm duvet. 

It was cold. So fucking cold. We were in December now, it was snowing practically every day. And yet I still managed to only wear a shirt and underwear to bed. I honestly should know better by now. I looked over to Hermione's bed, but she was nowhere to be seen. George must've noticed my searching look as he quickly said "She's downstairs waiting with the others."

"Then why couldn't she come and wake me?" I said stumbling to grab some clothes.

"I don't know. I offered first?" He replied with a cheeky smirk.

I slipped my favourite black jeans on underneath the shirt I had worn to bed then turned towards George as I was about to remove my shirt.

"Either turn around or get out Weasley." I said with a huff.

"But you know I don't mind" He chuckled.