Being His Daughter

Chaos

   I stumbled into the next chamber, my legs feeling like jelly underneath me. It was a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a few torches on the walls. The three champions (that were supposed to be chosen) were already staring at Harry with a confused expression, and when they're eyes landed on me, their confusion multiplied.

"Well what is it you two want?" Fleur, the Beauxbatons champion asked us, almost impatiently.

Harry looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a puzzling look. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to even mutter a word. What if they figured out what I was up to? What if I'm not putting on that good of an act? What if all the stress the tournament will bring me causes my Occlumency to weaken? I internally gasped as I thought: What if Dumbledore is able to see right through me?

My worried thoughts were interrupted by hurried footsteps coming from behind me. I spun around to see Ludo Bagman rushing into the chamber. He raced toward me and grabbed me by the arm so fast that I didn't even have time to snatch it away before he dragged me over to Harry and the other champions. He wore an unusually excited smile on his bright face.

"What is it?" Fleur asked.

Not even a second later Bagman shouted, "The fourth and fifth champion!" He raised up Harry and I's arms like we had just won something amazing, and not basically been chosen (against will in Harry's case) for something that would probably get us killed or injured.

The three champions stared at us with a mixture of shock and disbelief on their faces. Krum narrowed his eyes at me and Cedric looked somewhat annoyed, like the rest of his house. Then Fleur chuckled slowly.

"Haha, very funny." She giggled and waved her hand as if to ward off what she thought was Bagman's joke.

"No, no! It's true! Harry and--what's your name again, dear?"

I looked up quickly, meeting his bright eyes and smile. "Sierra Riddle," I muttered.

"Excellent name! But yes, Harry and Sierra's names have just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Fleur's look of humor was completely wiped off of her face. She looked from Bagman, to Harry, to me, and then back to Bagman. "But...but there has to have been a mistake!" she insisted. "They cannot compete! They're too young!"

"Yes but their names did come out of the Goblet so they are obliged to play. Harry and Sierra, you two will just have to try to the best you can," Bagman said with a shrug before clapping Harry on the back rather hard.

There was a bust of commotion from the entrance of the chamber and we all turned to see a large group enter, lead by Dumbledore. It was McGonagall, Snape, Crouch Senior, Madam Maxime, and Karkaroff.

"Madam Maxime!" Fleur exclaimed breathlessly. She rushed to her headmistresses side. "They are saying that these two children are to compete wiz us!"

"What is the meaning of this?" Madam Maxime demanded, fixing her angry eyes on Dumbledore. I finally looked over at him and my shoulders sank down, seeing that he was staring at me through those same piercing blue eyes I had fallen into the last time he got into my head. His eyes thankfully moved onto the Beauxbatons Headmistress.

"I don't remember anyone saying that the host of the tournament is allowed two more champions," Professor Karkaroff sneered hotly.

"It's impossible!" Madam Maxime raged. "Hogwart's cannot have three champions! It is highly unfair!"

"It's no one's fault but Potter's," Snape said quietly. I shook my head, not even bothering to look at him. How was he really going to blame all of it on Harry when my name came out as well? He was just going to make it seem like he was favoring me.