It had been a week or a month. I don't recall. Black bags had formed under my eyes from lack of sleep. Draco hadn't been spotted for a few days so I just left it like that. Perhaps he got tired of me.
Raven gently say on my bed. She placed her hands on my head gently. "(Y/N). I told Draco about your problem with your sleep. He'll be up in a few moments. You two need to talk." She whispered as she stroked me cheek before getting up from the bed.
The bags under my eyes only grew darker each day. The curse mark on my neck and rest were burning every single night. The ruby my mom gave me to chat with me with always spoke with Voldemort's voice telling me to do horrible things. He had threatened to kill me if I didn't listen so I had to stay up to hear his plans.
A knock came from the side of my room to the doorway. Draco stood there. His shaggy hair all in his face. "Oh my Merlins Beard.." Draco muttered. He sprinted toward me. His hand felt to my face. Part of his thumb brushed against the bottom of my lid. "What happened?"
"Voldemort.. Won't stop talking." I whisper. Half of my sanity left completely. Even Bellatrix would be jealous of she wasn't in Azkoban. "He keeps talking and talking about his plans. He makes the markings hurt Draco... Please make it stop." I whimper as I grab onto his shoulders.
The room suddenly goes cold so I wince as if expecting Voldemort to appear. But he doesn't. Instead Draco closes his eyes as if contemplating something.
"He's slowly killing you. This has to stop." Draco orders before looking around for any sign of something. He sees the gem and puts his mouth near the gem. "Voldemort!! Voldemort!!"
A loud screech comes from the jewel which causes me to wince. This is how he keeps me from dozing off. Why do I have to be the most important one?
"Oh Draco. How lovely to hear your voice." Voldemort says. Though on the other side their is a sound of screaming. Of course. They had to be torturing some douchbag. "Please put (Y/N) on. We have to hear her."
"No. Voldemort your slowly killing her." Draco shouts into it.
"Draco stop.." I whisper weakly. I make a weak attempt to grab for the gem. "Draco.. I'm fine. Give it over." I say. Draco looks at me with worry before handing the gem toward me. "Voldemort?"
"Ah yes there she is." Voldemort said. I hang my head. How could such a weak thing like Voldemort have enough strength to speak? "Glad you showed up. Are you getting enough sleep lately?"
"Yes of course sir. I'm stronger as ever." I say weakly. My baseboard was the only thing keeping me still. Draco chews on his lip as if waiting for me to say something he wanted me to say. "I have to go to breakfast sir..."
"Yes of course. Don't forget." Voldemort warned before the thing buzzed. It stopped slowly. Draco quickly backed away.
Stress fell through my whole body. "Draco. It's what I need to do. Like I've said. I have no choice."
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The dining hall was packed with people. Dumbledore stood high and might. His great beard shagging slight. The people had already put their name in a cup a few days ago. I was deep in thought by that time but I got over it once I realized Voldemort didn't give two shits about his henchman.
"Fleur." Dumbledore announces. Fleur stands up with dignity before strutting out of the room. A smirk made its way to her lips. The cup spat out another name. "Victor Crum." He announced. The Slytherin house roared with excitement except for me. I rubbed my arm. The cup spat out another name. "Cedric Diggery." Dumbledore announced once more. Hufflepuff house began to cheer loudly.
Sighs swept through the whole Slytherin table. My head began to whirl. Maybe sleep would come harder tonight. Draco eyed me for a while until finally he pulled my head to his shoulder. His seating arrangement seemed to have never changed since first year. The Bloody Barton floated high above. Almost disturbingly.
"You need sleep." Draco whispered. I shake my head quickly. Perhaps this was to much for me. "Do it for me?" He asked kindly. Kindly? That's a first. I rolled my eyes, got myself comfortable before shutting my eyes slowly.
A blast of something blue filled the air so my head quickly shot up, knocking Draco in the tooth. Albus caught the note slowly.
"Harry Potter." Dumbledore muttered. Everyone began to mutter some things up their breath. He was only Fourteen. Hagrid could hardly believe it as well. "Harry Potter!!"
Harry slowly sat up. He walked past them into the room where the champions. Another gurgling blast of the fire and I quickly turned my head to the cup again. (This has to be done. This needs to be done. Twist?) Dumbledore quickly grabbed for the note. He put his mouth over his hand in complete shock.
"The final.. The final.. No it can't... But.. It wouldn't allow... Not five..." Dumbledore muttered. Everyone brought their attention to Dumbledore. "I'm so sorry.. (Y/N)..."
Everyone's eyes fell on me in complete shock. "I didn't put my name in!!" I shout quickly. "I'm only fourteen. Make someone else go!!" I shout way to loudly. Dumbledore stared at me. I stood up before walking toward him. I whispered that I swear it was true. He handed me the note so I stared at it. The hand writing looked like mine but I gasp. "This has to be-"
"Get into the room. We'll discuss this later." Dumbledore whispered back. I quickly went into the room. There Cedric, Fleur, Victor, and Harry gawked at me.
"Harry. What's going on?" I asked, panicking. Harry went up to me and showed me the note. "Same here. Obviously someone wanted us to be apart of it. Five players. Five... That has to be against the rules."
A group of teachers all began to chatter and argue as they went down the steps. "Harry! (Y/N)!! Did you put your name in the goblet?!" Dumbledore asked quickly. My mind blew up. Me and him quickly shook our heads as of saying 'no.' "Did you make one of the six years do it?!" He shouted. Once again we shake our heads. "We can put it off right?"
"Sadly.. There is nothing I can do. The goblet had chosen." A man with a pedostache said. I grabbed my head quickly as if thinking this was crazy. Their was no way I could do this.
