Twin of Potter-Book Two(UP FOR ADOPTION)

Halloween

That Halloween, all three schools sat in the Great Hall, the Goblet of Fire sitting in front of Dumbledore. Crouch, Bagman, Karkaroff, and Maxime were standing beside him, and all the lights except the ones in the giant Jack-O'-Lanterns were out, bathing the teachers' table and part of the room in an eerie blue light.

"I think the Goblet only needs a couple more minutes..." Dumbledore trailed off, staring intently at the cup in the tense silence.

Moments later, the fire suddenly turned red, and a slip of paper was thrown by the flame. Dumbledore caught it and glanced down at it.

"The Durmstrang champion is..." he called. "Viktor Krum!"

Wild cheering erupted in the hall as Dumbledore directed him down the table into a room at the end of it.

Another minute passed, and the flames turned red once more, throwing another piece of paper from its depths.

"And the champion from Beauxbatons is...Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced. A slim girl with foot long silvery blonde hair stood and stalked after Krum. Cheering once more burst forth, but this time it was accompanied by broken-hearted sobs.

More time passed as the Hall seemed to tense in wait for the final champion-the Hogwarts champion-to be announced.

The fire turned red once more, and spit out a slip of paper, which fluttered into Dumbledore's outstretched hand.

"The Hogwarts champion is...Cedric Diggory!" He stood and followed Fleur.

The Hufflepuff table exploded. The others were cheering just as loudly as they had for the others, but that table was in an uproar, and for good reason. This was their chance to gain some recognition.

Dumbledore started to speak as the cheering died."That brings our ceremony-" he stopped abruptly as the flames turned red once more.

He reached out, a seemingly unconscious motion, and caught the slightly smoking strip of paper.

This one seemed to be burned more that the others, or something of the sort, for he seemed to be having trouble reading it.

"Sarah Potter," he whispered, but the whole Hall had fallen silent and so heard it.

He looked up, then around the Hall. "Sarah Potter!" he called again. I just sat there, in total shock, unable to move, unable to breath.

Hermione took my arm and gently pushed me forward.

The momentum of her push propelled me up the stairs to in front of Dumbledore. The usual sparkle was missing from his eyes.

I was shaking, and I was silently pleading Dumbledore to flash me his smile and tell me to sit down because it was a joke.

He motioned me towards the room, and my heart skipped three beats. My legs were shaking so badly I could hardly walk, and the jeers of the other students didn't help.

When I entered the room, the three champions turned.

"Do zey need us in ze 'all?" Fleur asked.

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I simply sank into a chair and covered my face in my hands.

"Leetle girl? Did you not 'ear me? I asked you a question!" She demanded, but all I heard was 'little girl'.

She was right, I was a little girl. I was only fourteen and I had missed the first two and a half years of my education. I had none of the required skills to be here!

As I thought these things, I started to hyperventilate.

Cedric heard this, and rushed over as the heads of the schools, the heads of houses, and the Ministry men walked into the room.

Dumbledore walked over to me and grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands off of my face.

"Sarah," he said calmly. "Did you put your name in the Goblet?"

I tried to speak, but all that would come out was squeaks. In the end I shook my head no and reburied my face in my shaking hands.

The teachers were all arguing over whether or not I should be allowed to compete.

"Barty," Dumbledore said, calmly yet forcefully, killing all sounds. "You know the rules here. Does she compete?"

"Unfortunately, Dumbledore, yes she does. Her name came out of the Goblet, creating a magical binding contract. She has no choice."

At this, tears started slipping down my face.

"What?!" Mcgonagall cried. "Dumbledore, you can't let this happen!"

The heads of the other schools started arguing with Dumbledore once more, their voices overlapping, creating chaos.

I was now full-on sobbing, the noise preventing me from thinking, the fear of competing getting to me.

No one seemed to notice, and eventually Crouch convinced them that the other two schools had to deal with only one champion, and that there was no getting me out of it. He then gave us the date and additional information, none of which I heard through my silent tears.

Everyone slowly left, leaving me alone.

I just sat there, my sobs racking the frail body that made Mrs.Weasley tell me so many times to eat more, my face hidden behind my shaking hands.

I didn't bother going back to the Common Room because I knew that the whole house of Gryffindor would be there, waiting to either blame me or congratulate me, and I couldn't deal with either.

Instead I went to the owlry, and wrote a note to Sirius and Remus.

~Dear Padfoot and Moony,

I'm in the TriWizard Tournament. I didn't enter, I swear. I didn't even want to be in this stupid thing! Why does this stuff always happen to me?

I'll be expecting your Howler in the morning.

-Flowerlet~

I tied it to a school owl and walked over to an affronted-looking Hedwig.

"Sorry, Hedwig. I wanted you to stick around so I can have someone I know around a moment," I told her, petting her soft feathers. She hooted softly in understanding, and closed her eyes. I stared out the window, down at the lake where the Durmstrang boat sat, motionless.

After several hours of standing-I refused to sit on the owlry floor-and staring while petting Hedwig, I decided it was safe enough to head to the Gryffindor tower.

As I was taking one of Harry's shortcuts through a secret tunnel, though, I tripped, and was too tired to pick myself back up and go the fifteen feet to the Common Room.

I fell asleep soon after and spent the rest of the night there, curled in a ball on the floor.