A.N: Umm I don't own Harry Potter!!

Chapter Three

Morgan's POV

I stared at Hermione as she denied that she liked Cedric. I didn't need a mind reader to tell me that it was a lie. If she wanted to deny it, so be it.

A few weeks passed and Hogwarts was slowly becoming my home. I missed Findolphs though. I missed my best friends Milly, Melony, and Michelle. Still, I was making new friends and just like at Findolphs, my best subject was Divination. For some reason, I just saw things. Which I know I'm not physic, I'm an illusionist.

Or am I both?

"Hey Morgan, where's your little superstar friend?" asked Pansy Parkinson one Ancient Runes class. I ignored her. I do feel bad for Harry. It's not like he wanted to be in the Triwizard Tournament.

"Shut up Pansy," said Hermione. I shot a grateful look at her. For some reason the Slytherins don't like me. Probably because of the niffler I had put in their dormitory.

I was walking out of class and all of a sudden this huge pile of dung landed on my head. I whipped around in just enough time to see the Slytherins laughing at me and Rita Skeeter snapping a few pictures. Pansy came up and whispered, "Bet you didn't see that coming."

I ran up and up until I was on the seventh floor. I stomped past a blank wall and then I just collapsed against the wall in tears. I hate them. I hate Rita Skeeter and her stupid lies. I hate Pansy. I wish I was at home, in our living room surrounded by windows and my grand piano in the center. I then realized that how much I wished, I will never see that room again. I will never see Mom or Dad. I just have to accept that somehow I knew that I had to be out of the house that night. I didn't ever dream that there would have been a fire.

I stood up to go back to the dormitory and that's when I saw the door in the spot where the blank wall had been. I opened the door cautiously, expecting a horde of fire crabs or something. But instead it was a room lit by a grand chandelier that cast deep shadows across the room. By the windows was a grand piano, the sunlight reflected in the black ebony. I lifted up the bench and found it contained all of my favorite pieces: Traumerei, Claire de Lune, Prelude in E minor, and my favorite piece Waltz of the Flowers by Tchaikovsky.

I started with the slow, romantic Claire de Lune. I ran my hands over the ivory keys. I felt like no one could touch me when I played. Like I was the only person and all of my problems went out of the window. I heard someone open the door and walk in. I didn't take a notice of them and kept on playing. When I was done, there was a soft applause.



"I've never heard someone play like that," he mused. I scooted over to make way for him. He started playing Fur Elise. As he finished I started at him in awe. "I took lessons from a Muggle in the village before I went to Hogwarts."

"Morgan, why have you been avoiding me? Is it because of Harry? I swear to God that I had nothing to do with it," Cedric said to me. I nodded.

"Cedric, what about you and Hermione?" I asked.

"We're just friends," he mumbled. See? Denial. He turned my chin up. "It's you that I feel connected with, not her." He then kissed me.

I stared as I watched him go out into the arena. I watched him as he did what I had told him to do and cast a spell in the eye. I also had to watch hopelessly as I saw him get hurt. In the end he looked at me and raised the egg over his head.

I went down to the tent to congratulate him. I saw him and her… it's an image that has permanently burned itself into my head.

Cedric and Cho.