Chapter 3

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Alex's P. O. V.

Days has gone by, tonight was the night the champions were chosen. We were all gathered in the Great Hall. It was dinner. I just came back from McGonagall's office/room. If you're thinking I got in trouble, you thought wrong. A snake said something that I could not forget, "Be ready for your death as war will start all over again. Be ready to die, daughter of Elrond. Be ready to die. Tell anyone and death will befall upon you in your sleep.."  Those words creep-ed me out. Because, I'm a rebel, I told McGonagall.

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It was time. The champions for each school is about to be announced. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for : The champion selection," McGonagall said. The fire in the goblet turned from blue to red. A piece of parchment flew out . "The Hogwarts champions are: Lily Potter," Gryffindor and the rest of the houses cheered. Lily went down to the trophy room. From the red flames, another piece of parchment flew out, "Katie Anderson," I hugged my best friend. We all cheered. "The last champion for Hogwarts is.." McGonagall paused. Another piece of parchment flew out, "Alexandra Peterson," I stared in shock. I got up. Everybody clapped. I walked pass the elves and into the trophy room.

I couldn't find Katie and Lily, I started to stroll around looking, at all the trophies Hogwarts gained through the years. "Alex?" someone called. I turned around to see Lily. "Lily!" I tackled her to the ground. 

"Where's Katie?" I asked

"Katie? She's here?" Lily said , confused. 

"Course I'm here," I heard Katie said. Lily's face lit up. We had a group hug. "The trio are back!" Kat said, we all laughed. Roger Krum came in, "Hello, ladies, I'm Roger, Roger Krum," he said.

"Hello, I'm Alexandra Peterson. Call me Alex," I said

"Katie Anderson," Kat said

"I'm Lily Potter. Nice to meet you Roger," Lily said.

We waited. Another two Durmstang boys came down followed by three Beauxbatons girls. The Durmstrang boys were, Orion Haffleback and Jordan Redoe. The girls were, Irelan Cliffia, Naveah Jackson and Piper Regan (pronounced 'Ree-gen'). Mr. J'Dros came in with the headmistress and the headmaste/mistress of the schools with Gandalf. 

He explained to us all the rules and regulations.

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Snap...

A lady wearing emerald green dress, whit spectacles, high high heels, blonde curly hair and over too much make up, stepped forward, "What a charismatic quartet. Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter. I write for the Daily Prophet," she shook every one's hand, "But of course you know that , don't you? It's you we don't know. You're the juicy news. What lurks beneath those rosy cheeks?" she caressed Irelan's face then slapped it, "What secrets behind those sexy curves?" She poked my stomach, "Does courage lie beneath those ginger?" She pat Lily's head, "In short, what makes a champion tick? 'Me. Myself and I' want to know, not to mention my rabid readers, So who feels like sharing?" Nobody answered. "No one? Okay. Let's start with the hazel haired one. Lovely," she pulled me away and into the broom cupboard. 

"Make yourself at home. Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?" Rita said. I shook my head 'no'. I sat down on a crate, "So tell me, what is your name, darling?"

"Alexandra Peterson," I said

"Cute name. So tell me more about you and what really lies behind those curves," she said.

"I was adopted my Christopher and Avengeline Peterson. I was found in a little basket right out the meadow. I ha--" she cut me off "Those ears..."

"I was born with them," I said

"Interesting. Tell me how are you so beautiful? I see many boys falling for you." That. Was. A. Ridiculous. Question.

"I was born this way?" I said making it sound like a question, "By the way, listen to Lady Gaga". Rita asked more questions, both logical and illogical or sometimes out of the topic. It felt like hours and hours in there. ERRGH! Finally she let me out. Freedom! I ran away from her as fast as I could. I wish the next person good luck

AUTHORS NOTE:

It's really short . I know. It's going to be longer as I write. Promise. Cross my heart I hope to fly stick a cupcake in my eye! ^v^

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