Arabella is a normal girl in school just like everyone else. At least that's what everyone thinks. No one really knows where she comes from or who she really is. She meets Cedric who changes her world completely for the good. Despite all the bad neg...
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Harry Potter rushed down the stairs at one in the morning ready to meet Sirius in the common room. He looked around wondering where his godfather stood. "Sirius?" The boy walked around quietly making sure he wasn't making any noise. Everyone was asleep except Arabella who laid awake staring at the ceiling. She had cast a spell on the ceiling making it look like the night sky. It was a simple spell her aunt had taught her when she was five. Harry notices the newspaper on a small couch. He reached for it seeing his face. Opening the newspaper Rita started talking, "Harry Potter, age twelve suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament. His eyes swimming with the ghost of his past.. And choking back tears.." Harry angrily crumpled the paper, throwing it into the fire.
Weird noises started coming through the fire making the boy turn to look at it. He stared at it confusedly. He walked towards it seeing a face in the fire. "Sirius, How?" He couldn't believe he was seeing his godfather in the fire. How was that even possible? "I don't have much time, so let me get straight to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"
Harry answered quickly, "No!" The boy turned to look at the staircase making sure no one was coming down the stairs. "I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort. But who was the third man in the room?"
"I don't know." He answered not knowing who the person was. Yet the person knew who he was. "You didn't hear a name?" Harry shook his head looking away. "No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important." Sirius's eyes widen in fear. "And what was that?"
"He wanted... me. I don't know why. But he was gonna use this man to get to me." Harry stared at the ground in fear. "But, I mean it was only a dream, right?" Sirius didn't look at him thinking. "Yes. It's just a dream. Look Harry, The Death Eaters at the World Cup, your name rising from that goblet these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore."
"What are you saying?" The boy wasn't understanding anything at all. Why would they put his name in? "I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater and no one, no one stops being a Death Eater." Harry's heart started raising hearing Igor's name. A Death Eater in this school? "There's Barty Crouch. Heart of stone. Sent his own son to Azkaban." There were footsteps heard above the stairs causing Harry to turn around. His eyes looked around making sure no one was around.
