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I stood from my seat slowly, as Hermione pushed Harry and I forward.
"They're cheats!" We heard one person yell.
"They aren't even seventeen yet!" Another called.
As we walked towards Dumbledore he handed us the sheets of paper, it was very clearly not either of our hand writing. I tried to ignore Severus' nervous look he was giving me. He was worried about me. I grabbed Harry's hand as we walked through a side door, the same one the three champions walked through.
"What the hell, Harry? I'm assuming you didn't put your name in?" I asked.
"Merlin, no." He breathed. "I have no clue who could have done this. Is it some kind of practical joke?"
"If it is it's not a very good one. Plus, when is anything ever that simple when it comes to us?"
He sighed. "True."
"Callie?" I looked up to see Cedric staring at me, a confused look on his face. "What the hell?"
"I don't know, someone put our names in the cup!"
Fleur scoffed and Cedric glared at her. "I believe you."
Just then there was a loud commotion as a group of teachers ran down the steps at us.
"Harry! Callie! Did you put your names in the goblet of fire?" Dumbledore demanded.
"No, sir!" We said.
"Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?"
"No, sir!"
"You're absolutely sure?"
"Yes, sir!"
"But, of course, they are lying!" Madame Maxime exclaimed, smacking a chandelier out of her way.
"The hell they are! The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could've hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of two fourth years, even if one of them is more talented than most!" Moody said.
"You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad Eye." Karkaroff sneered.
"It was once my job to think the way dark wizards do, Karkaroff, perhaps you've forgotten." Moody growled back at him.
"That doesn't help, Alastor!" Dumbledore scolded. "This is up to you, Barty." He turned towards Barty Crouch.
"The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr. Potter and Ms. Riddle have no choice. They are, as of tonight, triwizard champions."
