Competitor

Chapter Six

The day of drawing arrives. The tables are along the wall and the Goblet is in the center. No one cares where they sit, so I'm with my family. Dumbledore lowers the lights as the flames turn red. A name flies out and the headmaster catches it.

"Fleur Delacour."

A blonde smiles and heads to the trophy room. Another name is drawn.

"Victor Krum."

He follows Fleur. Final name.

"Cedric Diggory."

He smiles and leaves. Another one follows.

"That's not right," Ginny and I mutter.

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore calls calmly. Harry blushes and tries to blend in with the crowd.

"Harry Potter."

Harry heads over and a fifth name flies out. Dumbledore looks furious and Harry stops.

"Abigale Weasley," Dumbledore shouts. My jaw drops at the sound of my name. I gather myself together and join Harry. People shout some very bloody rude stuff at us. We go quickly to the trophy room. The other three stare at us weird. The professors fly towards us. Dumbledore corners Harry and Snape corners me.

"Did you put your names in?" Dumbledore asks.

"God no," I reply.

"Did you ask an older student?"

"No," Harry answers.

"Their lying," one states.

"I can tell you the name of every student I was with this year," I glare.

"Maybe you used your gift to change their memories."

I gasp. How dare this woman attack me that way?

"Crouch?" Dumbledore asks, stopping a fight.

"As of tonight," Crouch states, "Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley are Triwizard Champions."

I honestly feel like fainting. No way do I want to compete. People have died in this before. I'm also the youngest here. Thirteen. I sit on the couch. Out of nowhere, our families fly in. Mine is Harry's too, so we got to support each other.

"Both of you will be safe," Mum promises. I nod my head. Snape walks over.

"The rules states that your gift is banned."

"Didn't plan on using it."

I sneak out and head to the common room. The halls are empty, so it's nice and quite. No one is walking around, so I start humming. My voice carries nicely through the halls. Once I enter, everyone gives me nasty looks.

"You look like you saw a bloody mountain troll," I chuckle. No one seemed impressed. I feel someone's presence, so I turn. I come face to face with Krum.

"I don't believe you cheated."

"Thanks for believing the truth."

"You better keep your head low."

"Kay. Bye."