Author's Note: This story is very much based off of the Tumblr post of what would've happened if Cassius Warrington from Slytherin had been chosen instead of Cedric. I am taking my own spin on the post and especially after fourth year the story really takes on its own form to be mine. There will probably be familiar lines during fourth year, and even a little during fifth year but obviously this will be AU. There will be romances but just like the actual books that won't be the focus. Obviously anything you recognize is JK Rowlings. And if you know the original post on Tumblr I'd love to give credit for this idea. I'm doing my best to make it my own!

The first chapter is unusually short, they will get longer. I'm editing this myself so I hope there aren't too many grammar mistakes.


Cassius Warrington knew many things about his life. One: he was not particularly handsome, two: he made decent grades in all his subjects, three: his parents loved him dearly… But none of those things mattered at the moment. The only thing that did matter was that he knew the look on his girlfriend's face and he was in trouble. No amount of decent grades or parent's love would be able to save him if Callie was on a rampage.

"How could you not tell me!" she bellowed out in a very unladylike manner as she smacked him over the head.

"Love, what have I forgotten to inform you of this time?" he said with a chuckle.

Callie had a temper, one he'd seen a million times in their two years of dating. The way she got fired up entertained him more than anything else; her face could get as dark red as her hair when she got herself worked up. Usually she was angry over nothing and he would simply kiss her hand or cheek and her complexion would quickly fade back to a perfect sun kissed tan.

"I had to overhear some Gryffindor kid tell Potter you entered your name this morning? Gryffindor, really! I just wanted to grab some breakfast and instead I find out that you didn't even bother to tell me you'd entered yourself in some kind of death game? You know how dangerous this tournament has been in the past and you couldn't even be bothered to tell me?"

"Calliope Seraphina Vaisey," he caught her arm as it swung towards him again, gently turning her hand to kiss the inside of her palm and press it against his own cheek, "I didn't enter. I was going to but when I was there in front of the cup I just… I couldn't. I ran into a few people as I left the Hall this morning so I'm sure a rumor started. But I didn't enter the death game." He said laughing again.

Her tune changed rather quickly when she heard. Suddenly her rants were about being brave and defending his school. How he deserved the honor of being a Champion.

"It won't be a Slytherin. There is no point in entering. I won't change my mind."

Maybe in a different life she would have listened and let him go on with the rest of his Halloween but not now.

"You're afraid."

"Callie…"

"No, you are. You're afraid and that's fine. You're allowed to be afraid, Cass. But I know you, and you're a Slytherin through and through. You want this opportunity, you're aching to enter."

Cassius knew she was right. Every part of him wanted to prove that he was good enough. He had been proving himself since day one because that was what Slytherins do. The entire school was against him, just for being a snake. But if he could prove that he was good, that he deserved to be a valued member of the school it could change everything.

"The other students would never accept me, they'd rather cheer for a different school to win."

"You'd have every Slytherin, and all of their parents behind you. You'd make us proud. You'd make me proud."

Fighting with Callie was useless and he knew as much. She had realized that not entering was out of fear and she wasn't going to let go until she had pushed and nagged him to death. But what was the point of being a Champion when the very school he would fight for wouldn't want him?

"Either you enter or I will."

Her birthday had been the day before. She officially could enter and he'd be able to do nothing to stop her. She was just the type of person to be picked, kind and fair even to those outside their house but strong and powerful. She would put herself in danger in his place.

"Callie, no."

"Women have been Champions before. I'm strong enough."

"Your father would kill me if I let you. There won't be much of a wedding if your father revokes our marriage agreement."

"Then I guess you'd better enter for yourself…" she smirked.

Cassius knew he was being played but she was serious. If he truly refused to enter his name before the deadline she would enter instead. Just learning of Callie's attempt to compete would be enough to send her father into a rage that could ruin their future plans. This was not the way pureblood women behaved.

"You haven't given me much of a choice, now, have you?"