The Evil child

9. She's A Riddle?

My eyes fluttered open and I realized I was in the infermery. "How are you feeling?" I looked over to see Draco. "Why am I here?" I asked. My voice is scratchy. He held out a water bottle. Tried to sit up but my hand stung when I put pressure on it. I remembered hitting the wall.

I looked at my hand to see my knuckles were bandaged. "Did I brake it?" I asked. "No. I found you passed out outside the goblet of fire room." He said softly. I looked to see the way he was sitting. His legs were parted and he was leaning over slightly with his hands pressed together below his chin.

He looks scared. Scared? I looked around to see we were alone. "Peter projected to me." I whispered. Draco's eyes widened and he moved his chair closer. "Are you okay?" I was taken back by his first question. He asked if I was okay? Not what was said, but about me?

"I'm fine. He does have someone inside. Mad-Eye isn't really Mad-Eye but he's the inside man. That's what I gathered anyway, I may be wrong." I told him. He nodded and looked at my hand. "Did you try to hit him?" He asked. I shook my head. "I got angry when that was the only half answer I got. All he would say was Voldemort wishes me well and everything that happens is suppose to happen. I hit the wall." I admitted.

He touched my hand and I tensed. "Does it hurt?" He asked. I nodded slightly. He brushed his thumb across my bandaged hands. I watched as he raised my hands to his lips. I yanked my hand away in panic. "What are you doing?" I asked and didn't mean for it to come across as mean as it did. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair.

"I-I don't know. I'm gonna-bye."

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I got out of the infirmary yesterday. I haven't seen Draco since then. It's now Thursday night. We're all waiting. Tonight three people get chosen for the Tri-wizard Tournament. "Sit down please." Dumbledore instructed. We all sat down. Ron's large smile made me want to smile. He's so excited.

"And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champions selection!" Dumbledore announced. We all clapped but remained silent. He approached the blue flame and it glows red.

"Exciting isn't it?" I tensed up. Peter. I looked behind me to see a kid. Not Peter. I looked forward again. "I'm not there. Don't worry. Just in your head. Your father offered me some of his blood to watch this. So amazing what a little drop of blood can do isn't it?" He laughed.

I clenched my hands and focuses on Dumbledore. A name came out. Everyone was watching anxiously. I was trying not to scream. Leave. I thought hoping that would work instead of words. "But I want to see this." He said. I sighed.

"Are you okay?" Hermione was looking at my clenched up hands. I relaxed them and nodded. I forced a smile. "The Durmstrang champion is," Dumbledore paused and I focused on him and not Peter speaking in my head.

"Viktor Krum!" He announces.

The Durmstrang crowd cheer loudly and the rest of us clap and smile in amazement. Another name comes out. "I wonder how the ministry will react to five names being announced." Peter mumbled. Five? "Yes five dear Aria." He chuckled.

My eyes widened. 'Your father sends you his best. He says not to be scared of future events. It's all in the plan.' They found a way to put my name in the fire!? That's four, who else did they put in? "Why who else would your father be excited to meet Aria?" Peter asked answering for me.

Harry. I began breathing rapidly. "Don't pass out before they call your name dear. That'll be suspicious." Peter warned. "Shut up." I spat. A few kids looked at me, including my friends. I looked at Dumbledore and didn't meet anyone's eyes. "The champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour"

The Beauxbatons girls cheer as Fleur walks up. How did you get my name in? The Mad-Eye imposter. I could go to Dumbledore and tell him everything. "That wouldn't be best. No matter what happens to our man, your name will be chosen as will Harry's. You're going into the tournament." Peter said smugly.

Another name comes out. "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory." I clapped and tried to not listen to Peter. Maybe it won't happen. Maybe. Everyone is still cheering as Cedric takes the stage. "Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the tri-wizard cup!" Dumbledore stated.

People cheer, but the goblet glows red once more. Everyone fell silent and Dumbledore walked to the goblet. I clenched my hands and held my breath. "Here we go." Peter said laughing. I glared at the goblet. Please. No. Please.

Another name flies out. My heart is rapidly. I looked down and clenched my eyes. I was breathing so heavily. I felt eyes on me but didn't care to look up. "Harry-Harry Potter. Harry Potter?" Dumbledore said in confusion. I heard another ripple of fire.

"That's yours." Peter said. I looked up and I felt myself go pale. Dumbledore grabbed it and read it. His eyes went wide and he went pale. My stomach flipped. "Ar-Aria Riddle." He said clearly. Everyone gasped and looked around. I looked around too. My eyes met Draco's. He was shocked. He could see how scared I was. I'm sure anyone could.

My real name. My god. I can't stand. Everyone will know. I began tearing up. "Harry Potter! Aria Riddle!" Dumbledore roared. Harry stood but I didn't. I was trembling. Hermione looked at me clearly worried. "Aria Riddle stand!" Dumbledore screamed. I stood and Hermione gasped. Ron stared at me and Harry I couldn't bare to meet his eyes.

My father killed his parents. I looked at Dumbledore and he looked so sad. Dumbledore held the papers out for us. I walked and kept my eyes down. I heard Harry behind me. "See you soon dear." Peter said and I felt when he left.

I took the paper from Dumbledore and kept walking. I heard the whispers. "She's a Riddle?" "No way, she's been here the whole time under a fake name!?" "She's gotta be evil. It's in her blood."

I clenched my hands and tried to hard to control my breathing. The moment I got in the room I felt my legs give out and I sobbed out. This can't be happening.

I can't believe this.