"Azrael, hey Azy, you have to get up now and go to the sorting, I'll be at the Gryffindor table, if you don't get Gryffindor that's ok I'll see you around. I'll make sure of it." George said definitively, as he softly woke me up from my peaceful sleep on the boat ride to Hogwarts. George and I appear to be standing next to a rather large castle I also saw that people were getting off carriages and grabbing bags.

"Were we on a carriage too? Did you carry me?" I ask groggily. I felt my feet touch the floor, there answers one question. George just smiles at me and takes my hand his hair was long for a boys cut like a bob. It looked good on him. George grabbed his and My trunk then carried them for me personally I was too tired to resist but to everyone else it might have looked like I was using him, I don't want everyone to hate me, maybe I should take my bag off him.

"Azy you're headed over there, I have to drop the bags of up here. McGonagall will explain how to do everything okay?" George said, as soon as he finished he was off like a hound after a rabbit. I followed the vague Directions that George had given me I found a stair case with a bunch of short children. 'I must be in the right place' I thought looking for McGonagall. I saw a cat perched on the banner of the stair case. The cat was grey with black stripes and stared at us intently, at that moment I remembered what my father had said about McGonagall 'she's an animagus don't be fooled by her cat form' I walked up to the cat to get a closer look only to see a hint of a smile.

"Well Miss McGonagall, do you not wish to talk to us?" I asked innocently as I picked up the cat and placed her on the floor. An Instant later she transformed in the women that was described to me as McGonagall.

"Well Spotted Riddle, Might I ask what gave me away?" McGonagall asked

"You smiled a little when I got closer, and I'd heard whispers of you being an animagus" I replied

"Well, we must get going now Azrael you will be on first since you are in a different year from them. I shall call out your names one by one and you will sit on the stool, I will place the sorting hat on your head and you will be placed in one of the houses; Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, hufflepuff, or Slytherin. Shall we go" McGonagall said addressing the whole group, we followed McGonagall up the stairs to a large door. The door opened as soon as McGonagall got close to use. In the large doors wake we saw four long tables each dressed in different colours to represent their houses. McGonagall hastily walked to the front of the hall eager to announce this year's new students.

"As you all know we rarely get late arrivals and usually they are special cases in this case, this young lady has been home schooled her whole life up until now. I trust you will give a warm welcome to her, Azrael Riddle" McGonagall said excitedly, obviously they never got new students. Whispers rippled throughout the crowed most were about my looks, but there were a few, that realised a shared the same name with a certain Dark wizard but the quietened quickly. I sat on the stool and McGonagall placed the old looking hat on my head.

"Hmm, a Riddle huh. Well your entire family has always been in Slytherin, so I have half a mind to place you there" I stared out wards blankly, but in my mind all I could think was 'oh god no please anywhere but Slytherin'. "Not Slytherin hey, well you possess courage and loyalty, but to whom hmm?" the sorting hat paused as if waiting for an answer, Images of George flashed through my mind and of my father, before his return. "Love huh, well if you have the courage to stand for that it best be… GRYFFINDOR" the hat yelled applause erupted from the Gryffindor table, as if they had just gained the smartest person on earth. I looked over to Malfoy to see how red faced and angry he was, I didn't dare look again. I sat down with a beaming George and Fred, Knowing that they were here made me feel a lot better about betraying my mother's family.

"Hello Azy, congratulations.." started George

"You're stuck with us.." continued Fred

"For the last couple of years at Hogwarts" finished George. I couldn't help but giggle at them, not even the forced giggles I usually do to make myself appear normal and approachable, a real laugh, George has that effect on me and it scares me. I don't feel things why am I feeling things for him? My thoughts were interrupted by the headmaster yelling at everyone to be silent

"Your attention, please! I have a few announcements for those of you who have not realised we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, please welcome, Professor Moody!" Dumbledore announced it got the whole room excited except me. I knew who he really was, I couldn't tell anyone but I knew. I also knew that he would be putting Harry's name in the goblet of fire. I made the mistake to look up at him, only to see he was looking at me too, he did the tongue dart thing which I hate, I bet he did it specifically to annoy me.

"Hey why aren't you clapping?" I heard George ask me loudly as he sat down next to me, everyone else was still clapping and cheering loudly.

"I know him, he is a cruel man, trust me when I say he will be the worst teacher you've ever had but you will learn from him at least." I replied looking into my food not daring to look at George in fear that I'd give everything away.

"Well now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament. The Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contest are not for the faint-hearted." Dumbledore said as he walked down to the huge centrepiece everyone has been eyeing the whole dinner. Dumbledore taped the gold case with his wand and the entire student body watched in awe as it melted away.

"The Goblet of Fire! Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, The Triwizard Tournament has begun!"

"Another announcement, due to the Triwizard tournament, the Quidditch cup will be cancelled but we will arrange for friendly games to happen every now and then, you are dismissed see you all for breakfast tomorrow morning" Dumbledore finished. Screams of outrage came from every table, no one was happy. Even the other schools seemed slightly upset by this. I grabbed George and dragged him outside determined to get away from 'not mad-eye moody'. When we got outside I let go of Georges hand and stood still for a moment trying to understand what I was doing but I was suddenly slammed against the wall I let out a muffled scream as my back hit the cold stone wall.

"Why do you always do this? Run away from your destiny from me! From your father! Gryffindor, of all the houses, you had to be in Gryffindor!" the person yelled at me, the voice I recognised as Draco's.

"Get off me you Prat!" I scream and throw my lift fist as hard as I can into Draco's head.

"You little, how dare you! I am your cousin! Part of the closest family you have!" Draco screamed about the hit me, with one swift move I moved out of the way of Draco's punch and then punched his face so hard I broke his nose.

"How dare I? How dare you! You don't even deserve for me to call you cousin! You're not my cousin Malfoy! Don't ever speak to me again!" I scream in between sobs, I ran off to find a quiet place to readjust my emotions so I don't look weak to others. As I ran I heard two pairs of footsteps behind me I turn a corner hoping to lose them but it doesn't work, I'm exhausted with a small sob I slide down the wall and sit against it. Slowly I hear the footsteps catch up to me, as they slow down I try to stop crying.

"Hey Azy, it's okay I'm here for you. To be far the Prat deserved it too bad madam Pomfrey can heal it in two seconds." I hear George I chuckle slightly at the joke agreeing with him that I wish I could have done something more permanent. George takes my small laugh as a good sign and sits down next to me, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. I lean my head on his shoulder, if one of my father's minions see I can just say that I was trying to seem more human. I heard the second set of footsteps slowly approach us, when he comes into view I can see that it is Professor Snape, or as I know him Severus

"There you are, are you alright Azrael? You scared me a little when you ran off" Severus said sitting down so that he was that the same level as you "What happened? You're usually indifferent to that bumbling idiot's words? What's different this time?" Severus continued looking at me and lightly touching my arm

"He was talking about my Father Severus!" I cried, I was trying to keep it together but I'm not very good at putting caps back on bottles.

"now, now Azrael. I told yo before you came at school you have to call me Professor Snap. Cheer up kid! You have plenty of people who are friends with you even if they are the Weasleys" Severus said with a smirk causing me to laugh but George beside me to mutter something inaudible. "I must go now I just had to make sure you were okay, but you seem to be in good hands" Severus said before standing up. I stood up as well, with the help from George

"Severus?" I asked and waited for him turn around.

"yes?" He asked quizzically, at which point I jumped on him and hugged him

"Thank you for carrying for me" I said as I climbed off of him

"that's quite all right Azy" Severus said spinning on his heel and walking away. I feel George put his arm around my back and pulling me forwards we have divination now and we'd better not be late.

"So… Why is Snape so casual towards you?" George asked looking at me, I kept walking thinking for a bit. I tried to word it the best way I could without Giving up my parentage, I just made a good friendship and I might even want it to evolve, I don't want to destroy because my father is Voldemort.

"He's a family friend" I finally answered "I practically grew up with him, he's like my older brother. Anytime someone would hurt me he would hurt them back or at least try and scare them. In return I'd listen to him go on and on about how a girl named Lily, and I quote, "married the wrong man" it was like the only thing he ever complained about" I explained as I walked hand in hand with George my platinum blonde hair spilling over my shoulders and covering my piercing blue eyes. I was getting a bad headache.

"look theres the class room and we still have 3 minutes to spare!" said George excitedly. I however, was not feeling great I knew What I was experiencing was the lead up to a vision. We walkedal little closer to class and I started to feel the vision pull me in.

"George hold me don't let me fall over" I gasped unable to breath as the vision took over my senses "keep me walking to class" I pleaded just before I was engulfed in the fast paced images that slowed down to show me specific points In the future. I felt as George Carried my loose body into Divination and screamed for help, all I could her was a screeching beep every time anyone opened their mouths, god I hate Visions. The second Professor Firenze came close to me the voice of my sight came alive and spoke its prophecy.

"He shall return, the one thought long dead untruly, 4 names drawn by the goblet of fire a beauty, a beast, a badger and the chosen. Foul play at work today, the man with the broken eye in chest in his room, the chosen will save more than foretold but unknowingly set into motion deeds of evil that some rejoice, the badger will die if the chosen continues, the dark lord shall rise. Hughhh" I gasp regaining my senses seeing everyone Mr Firenze is taking down notes, strong arms are holding me up I look back to see George holding me up looking at me worryingly.

"Did you know you have the sight?" the Professor asked I nodded my head weakly, Visions took a horrible toll on my body. "how long have you known?" the Professor continued, I felt George tense up behind me caught in his arms he was starting to hurt me. I wanted to speak but I couldn't pull the words out of my mouth just yet.

"Why does it matter? Can't you see how tired she is! Back o-" started George I started to regain my strength enough to talk at least.

"Hush George, I'm fine. I was 5 when I had my first one, I predicted my father dying" I said tears welling up in my eyes. I felt George pick me up and start carrying me away. We headed to the hospital wing were George laid me down on a bed and told Madame Pomfrey what happened, soon we heard the bell for our next class and she shooed George off to his next class. Sitting alone with my thought was both beneficial and exasperating. I realised that I was falling for George Weasley even though I've only known him for a couple of days and that my dad would probably kill me if he ever found out. It didn't help how love struck I was when George came and sat with me in the hospital between each period giving me his notes for each subject. He also noticed that I was still really cold even though I had my own jumper, the damn fool gave me his too, I couldn't help but love it. The jumper was too big for me and it smelt exactly like him, but that's what made it perfect. Damn I'm falling hard for this Weasley Kid, I only hope he's falling for me too.