Twin of Potter-Book Two(UP FOR ADOPTION)

Meeting the Most Foul Person in the Entire Wizarding World

As the days passed after the incident with Snape, my life fell into a rhythm-wake up, worry, ignore the taunting, go to all my classes, spend my classes trying to figure out what the task is and how to not die, ignore them, go to bed.


It wasn't exactly the best plan, especially considering my worry was the only part of me eating. At first Hermione had dragged me to the Great Hall, but then she made the twins show her the kitchen so she dragged me there instead.


This was all disrupted though when Colin Creevey hurried into the Potions classroom one Thursday morning, his camera bouncing off of his tiny chest.


"Professor," he panted. "Sarah Potter-is to go-to an interview-for the Tournament."


Snape sneered, causing the small boy to cower. "Miss Potter can go after she is done with my class. She still has an hour left."


"But Professor," he pleaded. "Professor Dumbledore said-"


"Fine," Snape scowled. "Leave your books, Miss Potter, and return as soon as possible."


"Professor," Collin whispered. "The Headmaster said for her to bring her books as she wouldn't be returning."


Snape's face was livid. "Fine!" He shouted. "Fine! Take your stuff and begone from my classroom!"


I grabbed my stuff and-for his sake-Colin's hand as we hurried from the room.


"Sorry Colin," I said softly. "You needn't have gotten his anger."


He smiled up at me, still clutching my hand. "It's okay," he chirped quietly. "But a picture would make me feel loads better!"


I chuckled at the small boy. "Okay Colin. When we get where we're going, we'll have someone take a picture of us, okay?" I asked, and he nodded. "Where are we going anyways?"


"A spare classroom," he said before tugging my arm. "This way!"


He led me down the halls until we came to a room that looked like the others, but when he pushed open the door, it was full of people, most of whom I knew, but two I didn't-a woman in acid green robes with a pink, feathery frill and a man with a camera that emitted purple smoke every time he snapped a picture. The others present were the other champions and their Heads, excluding Dumbledore.


I walked over to Cedric.


"Hello," he said, a note of nervousness and excitement in his voice.


"Hello," I said in return. "Um...could you do me a favor?"


"Depends on the favor," he joked, smiling.


I forced a small smile. This was messing with my routine, and I didn't like it. "I need you to take a picture of me and Colin here." Colin waved his fingers when I motioned towards him.


His smile grew. "Sure!" He said. "Let's go outside though, that foul man and woman will get in the way otherwise." He finished with a scowl.


I nodded and followed him out.


After taking a few shots of Colin and I, Colin left grinning madly and thanking us profusely.


I smiled softly at Cedric as we went back in. "I think we've made his day," I told him.


"Or his year," Cedric smiled.


"Ahh," said a very high-pitched woman's voice. "What have we here? A budding romance between two of the Champions?"


"What?!" We both cried.


"No!" I said as he said "We're just friends!"


She clucked her tongue. "Now, now, no need to be ashamed. Only trying to catch a juicy one for my readers."


I scowled, which made her shift her focus from Cedric's face to mine.


"You can't-but you must be! Sarah Potter, correct?" She asked, but before I could answer, she dragged me off, telling me she had been wanting an interview with me for ages.


She shoved me in a closet and onto a bucket before settling down on one herself.


"Cozy, innit?" She asked. "Now-"


"Who are you?" I interrupted.


She looked taken aback. "You don't know who I am?"


I scowled once more. Stupid woman. "Obviously not, if I've had to ask you," I told her. "Who are you?"


She sighed dramatically. "I am Rita Skeeter, writer for the Daily Prophet. Now, I want to ask you some questions."


"Isn't that what you do in an interview?" I asked under my breath, and she seemed to not hear me.


"D'you mind if I use a Quick-Quotes-Quill?" She asked, fishing a quill that matched her robes out of her huge purse.


"A what?" I sputtered, having never heard of the thing and desperately hoping Dumbledore showed up and saved me from this woman before too much longer.


She heaved an exasperated, over-dramatic sigh. "Never mind. Let's just get straight to it. Why did you enter the Tournament, even though you are desperately lacking in skills compared to the other, much older, Champions?"


"I didn't," I told her simply.


"Come now sweetie, everyone loves a bad girl," she said, patting my knee and smiling a sickening smile.


"First of all, don't touch me," I told her grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand off my knee. "Second, don't call me 'sweetie'. Third, I did not enter this stupid contest."


Her smile faded, and she started trying to tug her wrist from my grip, but I only tightened it.


"Let go of me, you foul child," she sneered.


"I'm foul?" I asked incredulously. "I'M foul?! Have you looked at yourself lately?"


She nodded. "Yes, this morning. I look quite lovely, don't I?"


I stood up. "No, you don't." I growled. "And I meant on the inside as well, you loathsome toad."


With that, I left the cupboard to find everyone staring at me.


I blushed. "Di-did any of you hear any of that?"


At that moment, Cedric, Dumbledore, and Krum starting applauding, the others following suit soon after.


I blushed harder and forced a small, sheepish grin.


Ollivander, who I hadn't noticed until he spoke, said, "I think we should start the Ceremony now?"


"Ah, yes," Dumbledore said, then went into who Ollivander was.


He then weighed our wands and made sure they were in proper working order.


When that was done, Dumbledore told us all that we had two weeks left to prepare ourselves mentally and physically for the first task.


I left the room with a renewed sense of panic.


'Two weeks?' I sighed mentally. 'I've got to get ready...'


And with that, I skipped lunch, classes, and dinner and went to my dorm and spent the rest of the day going through my-and some of Hermione's-spellbooks.