My True Love, Ginny Weasley.

Chapter Two: The Champions

“Jake. Jakob. Jake!”

I open my eyes and jump a little. Ginny stares down at me. Her hand is on my shoulder and my heart soars. Even that small touch can send my heart soaring. Although, she looks sort of frightened. Why?

“What’s up?” I question.

“You were screaming.” Ginny explains still staring at me like I’m going to explode.

“Oh.”

I avert my eyes and try to think. What had I been thinking about? All I remember is a flash of green light. That’s when it hit me. I had been dreaming that Voldemort had killed Ginny. The memory of the dream sent a chill through my spine.

Without meaning too, I sit up and embrace Ginny. The memory of her too still body burned into my corneas. I pull her closer and she ends up sitting on my lap. Her arms wrap around my waist and she leans her head on my shoulder. A small tear trickles down my cheek only to be stopped by a small kiss.

My eyes snap open. My heart plummets when I see my twin sister. She’s looking like she wants to ask me what’s wrong. Instead of letting her, I just stand up. Ginny stays clinging to my waist. I drop my hands and shoot my sister a look that clearly states, don’t ask.

“Come on. It’s time to find out who the champions are.” Ginny states, taking my hand in hers.

My heart soars into pure ecstasy at the gesture. I let Ginny lead the way and feel Trina follow us. The Gryffindor common room is completely empty and I almost wonder if we’re late. Shrugging I just continue to let Ginny lead the way.

We make our way down to the Great Hall and take a seat towards the back, but a good distance from Harry. Why Ginny insist on hiding how she feels I’ll never know. *Hypocrite.* The voice in my head says. Sadly, I know it’s true. She knows that Harry fancies Cho Chang. The same reason that I don’t ask her to be my girlfriend. She fancies Harry.

I barely hear Victor Krum’s name get called. I’m too busy thinking about how much of a chicken I am. How I can’t even ask my best friend to be my girlfriend. Even though my family seems to think that she fancies me too. I don’t believe them though. I know the truth. That she fancies Harry, because she’s told me many times before.

Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory have now been announced as champions too. I stop my thoughts as the Goblet of Fire starts glowing red again. Another piece of paper falls and I vaguely see the name on it. Harry Potter. I’ll never hear the end of this. Ginny might just go crazy.

“Harry Potter.” Dumbledore says.

“No.” Ginny gasps.

“Harry Potter!” Dumbledore shouts.

I see Hermione push Harry towards Dumbledore. Several jeers rise from the other students. Honestly I feel sorry for Harry. This is a deadly competition. He might not survive.

Dumbledore and Harry shake hands and Harry walks in the direction the other champions did. He looks terrified. Whoever put his name in that cup is no friend of his. That much is for sure. My eyes flicker toward Professor Moody. I think he’s the one who put Harry’s name in the Goblet. He just seems weird. Like he’s not really Alastor Moody.

Ginny yanks me out of my seat and starts dragging me out of the Great Hall. I know where we’re going. The same place we go when she wants to talk to me about something important. The same place where she told me she fancies Harry. The Black Lake.