Chapter 6: Truly alone.
"Sit down please. And now the moment
you've all been waiting for, the champions
selection!" Dumbledore announced in the hall as everyone listened.
Dumbledore approaches the blue flame and it glows red. A name comes out. Everyone looks on the sheet anxiously.
"The Durmstrang champion is ... Viktor
Krum!"
The crowd cheered for the world famous seeker before another name came forth.
"The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur
Delacour"
The petite blue witch walked down the isle as misty boys cheered for her, as well as her school. She shook hands with Dumbledore before walking away.
"The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory."
Rosie rolled her eyes as people began to clap for the Hufflepuff that walked up proudly and nervously smiled at everyone he walked past.
"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!"
The cup began to shoot around and hiss in detest, everyone became silent as another appear cane out.
Dumbledore caught it and his eyes fogged over "Harry Potter. Harry Potter?"
Rosie noticed the shocked students and staff, one of them smirking while Hagrid shook his head several times.
"Harry Potter!"
Rosie watched as Hermione pushed Harry out of his seat and he stumbled past Dumbledore and through to where the rest of the champions.
"He's a cheat! He's not even seventeen yet!"
The goblet glowed a different colour however, a light purple. Everyone's attention turned to the goblet again and Rosie dreaded the moment it fell out.
She scrambled up her stuff as she felt her stomach drop, she stumbled out into the isle and people looked at her weirdly.
Dumbledore met her eyes and knew she didn't place her name in.
"Rosie Deaver" he announced and she turned towards the doors, walking down with her head down as she knew that everything was about to go to hell and she didn't want any part in it, that was Harry's job.
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Rosie say alone at lunch the next day, Her head of house has given her the run down on what was going to happen and she honestly didn't care.
She already knew that dragons were the first task and she was a mentally prepared for that.
Although, Harry would be finding out from Ron soon....
She better start her research.
The whole hall had been glancing over her to see what she was doing, but she mostly stared down at her plate-thinking.
Some of her members of her house were actually congratulating her on getting into the tournament, which she absolutely hated because of the attention she was receiving.
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The five tournament champions were currently stood together waiting for the arrival of someone who was going to interview them, Rosie had stood inbetween Cedric and Harry as she knew of them the most.
The woman appeared and began to circle them all like a eagle, "I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? what mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers." She then turned to Rosie, who she hadn't spotted before, "So,who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest. Lovely."
She tugged Rosie's arm, much to the girls dismay, and Rosie looked over at Harry and Cedric helplessly.
The woman shoved her into a broom closet and they both sat down uncomfortably.
"So, lets start this. How did you get yourself into the competition?" Rita asked her with beady eyes.
"I didn't" the girl mumbled and looked over to where the quill was describing her as 'dismal' and 'lonely' not like she acted.
"And your parents, if they weren't murdered and tortured that is... what do you think they would say?"
"I didn't know them, how would I know?" The young witch replied in a casual voice.
"And your mother.." Rita said with a fake pout, "how did you first react to finding out your own father killed her?"
Rosie physically flinched and Rita smirked as she was getting somewhere.
"And you live in an orphanage? Nobody wanted to adopt?"
Rosie stood up tearily, "no comment"
She stormed out of the closet and walked out to where the champions looked over to her in shock, Harry and Cedric the most since she had never cried before.
Rosie quickly shoved back emotions and walked out of the wing of that tower all together, wanting time alone.
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Fanfiction{COMPLETE} Harry Potter was the poster boy for hope, bravery and obviously his parents, but what about those who weren't so lucky? Meet Rosie Deaver-her father was a famous wizard for helping you-know-who and even killing his own wife, but a bundle...
