The girl who chose

Chapter 7

I turn to Harry who's glaring at me like it's my fault and he scoffs before walking to the Headmaster a scared expression now coating his features identically matching mine.

I sigh and nearly laugh as I think how bad life is. It's October 31 and it's been 13 years since my parents were fatefully murdered in cold blood by Voldemort and now here I am entering a tournament against my will that'll prove Kill me.

At least no one will miss you.

You deserve this, you deserve to die, after all who could ever want a failure, a disgrace, a disappointment to continue living.

I wipe a tear as quickly as it falls as we walk into the champions room and block everything out.

A handsome fire is lit bewitching my under the portraits of wizards and witches.

Along with them in the room is the original champions. Fleur looks up as we enter the room and smiles politely at us.

"What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?" Her french accent strong and pronounced, she thought we'd come to deliver a message to them. Not too sure how to explain and honestly still a bit to shocked to speak I stay silent and wait until the adults arrive to do so.

Sounds of feet hitting the ground loudly come from behind me and soon enough we see Ludo Bagman entering the room looking to be In a frenzy.

He, not so gently, took Harry and I by the arms, my left one and Harry's right, and led us forward.

"Extraordinary," he muttered, squeezing our arms still acting as though he's in a trance. "Absolutely extraordinary Gentlemen ... lady," he added, a bit louder this time, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three.

"May I introduce, incredible though it may seem, the fourth and fifth Triwizard champions?" The Bulgarian male, stoic as always, looks pissed and his face darkens quite a bit as he surveys me and Harry.

Hufflepuff dude looks shocked and distraught looking from Bagman to us back and forth like he's trying to make sure this isn't a cruel dream.

The french quarter Veela, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."

Oh how I very much wish it was a joke. I look at the Bulgarian and he's glaring at us Harry more than I.

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, almost offended.

"No, no, not at all, miss Delacour Harry and Theodoras names just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Cedric was still looking politely bewildered. Fleur frowned.

I look at the floor and cover my emotions the best I can. Surely they won't make me compete I'm only 14 the age limit is 17 it's illegal. I don't want to compete. Please don't make me.

I take a deep breathe and realise I've missed most of the conversations and see Harry looking stressed even more so than before.

The door behind us opened again, and a large group of people came in, oh no, Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

The buzzing of anger and accusations is heard from outside until McGonagall closes the door.

"Madame Maxime," said Fleur at once, striding over to her Headmistress. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy 'nd little girl is to compete also!'

Somewhere under my numbed disbelief, I feel a ripple of anger, who the fuck is she calling Little girl?

Madame Maxime had drawn herself up to her full, and considerable, height. The top of her head even brushed the chandelier light hanging from the ceiling.