So I sat with Luke and his friends this lunch like I was supposed to. He introduced them as Liam, Adrienne, Cho, Azure, Brock, and Luna. Luna was kind of weird, but she was really nice.

Fred has been glaring at me again. He confuses me.

Just then another girl ran up to our little group at the Ravenclaw table.

"I just entered!" She said, grinning.

"Nice job Violet!" Luke smiled at her. She blushed.

She looked at me in disgust. "Who are you?" I was about to respond but she cut me off. "Oh. Black's daughter. You know, I'm surprised no one's caught you running around the school trying to murder people like your stupid father. Thinking about joining the old family business, aren't you?"

I glared at her. "I'm not a crazy ruthless murderer."

"But your family is, aren't they? One day, you'll pick it up too." She smirked.

I stood up and tried to lunge at her but Luke held me back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Violet, leave Megan alone. She's done nothing to you."

Violet glared at Megan again and stalked off, flicking her long black hair over her shoulder.

"What's with her?" I asked through grit teeth.

"She's not usually like this." Liam rolled his eyes.

"She only acts like this when Luke finds a new friend that's female. She fancies him." Adrienne said.

"But I don't like her back." Luke added quickly.

"I know you don't." Adrienne rolled her eyes.

Just then I remembered something. I had to write to Sirius! I gasped.

"What?" Cho asked.

"I just remembered something. It was lovely sitting with you!" I smiled at them before running towards the common room.

But someone grabbed my arm. I turned to see the twins. "Hey, guys."

"So, Megan-" George began.

"-We were thinking-"

"-being the brilliant people we are-"

I cut them off. "If you're going to try entering the tournament I'm not going to help you." I ripped my arm from Fred's grasp and started to walk away, but thy blocked my path.

"And why not?"

"Because it's dangerous. I'm not letting you two run off and put yourselves in danger." I tried to get past them, but I couldn't.

"Oh, I see." Fred narrowed his eyes. "You're too busy helping that new boyfriend of yours, aren't you?"

"He's not my boyfriend!" I hissed. "I met him only today!"

"So? You'd rather help him, wouldn't you?" He took a step closer to me. George was just standing there.

"No! I- Why are you acting this way, Fred? You were fine this morning!" I asked. He was really close to me now. It was definitely him that was in the amortentia- wait what? I tried hard not to blush.

"A real friend would help us enter the tournament-"

I slapped him across the face. "Are you stupid?! Dumbledore said himself the three tasks were extremely dangerous! I'm not letting you enter!" I growled, shoving him backwards. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a letter to write."

"Yeah, you go do that. Just stay away from me!" He hissed. "Mudblood."

"You know yourself that I'm a pureblood, you git!" I stormed past him, biting back tears. What happened? Everything was perfect just ten minutes ago, and then this stupid tournament came along and smashed everything to pieces. I ran past the common room, into a small passage behind a painting. I brought my knees to my chest and I cried silently.


A few days later I was sitting with Hermione in the Great Hall, reading. The twins are still angry at me.

Speaking of the devils, they both ran in. "Yes!" People began cheering. I sighed and stood up.

"Have fun watching them fail." I said to Hermione before leaving.

I swear I felt someone's gaze on me. The laughing faded as I got farther and farther from the hall.

"Hey, Black."

I turned to see Johnson. "What do you want?" I hissed.

She lunged at me, grabbing my collar and lifting me into the air. Since when was she so strong?

"Remember what I said last year? About staying away from Fred?" She growled. I didn't reply. I just glared at her. "Yeah? I was serious. You should have listened to me. And now, you get this." She dropped me onto the floor. "Got her, Flint."

He came out behing her and kicked my arm, scattering books all over the floor. He punched me before waving his wand, and all my books lifted into the air, opened, and before I could do anything, I was covered in paperecuts. I didn't do anything. I his my face in my hands and ran up to the Hospital Wing. Flint and Johnson were laughing at me.

"Oh, dear. What happened now?" Pomphrey asked when I got there.

"Marcus Flint and Angelina Johnson." I said, not thinking twice about getting them in trouble.

"Here, sit here, and I'll go get the cream." I looked around and almost laughed when I saw several students with grey beards and hair around the room.

"What happened to you?" I asked the nearest one.

"Aging potion gone wrong." They groaned.

Just then I grinned. As soon as the thought hit me, the twins walked in. This was the one time I couldn't tell them apart. Why? Their faces were covedered by huge white beards. I tried my hardest not to burst out laughing. One of them glared at me.

Madame Pomphrey sighed. "I wondered when I would be seeing the two of you." She shook her head, handing me the cream. "Put this on your face and the cuts should be gone in a jiffy."

I nodded and took a mirror.

God I looked horrible.

As soon as I was out of the Hospital Wing I went to the owlrey to send my letter to Sirius.

"Megan?"

I turned to see Luke standing there, his arms full of my books. "Hey." I said, petting Amber before she flew off.

"I found these on the floor. I believe they're yours?" He didn't look very confident.

"Oh yeah, thanks." I took them.

"So..." Luke looked awkward. "There's a Hogsmeade trip next weekend..."

"Mhm?"

"And... I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?"

I froze and turned to him. I smiled warmly. "Of course."

He grinned and held out his arm. "Shall I escort you to the common room?"

"Absolutely." I grinned back at him and we walked to the Gryffindor common room.

XxX

It was time for the Champion Selection. I was a bit late and the only spot available was in between Fred and Harry. I sat down and turned to HArry.

"Hi Harry." I smiled.

"Hey."

"Sit down, please." Dumbledore instructed. The hall grew silent. "Now, the moment you've all been waiting for! The Champion Selection!" He stuck out his hand and moved in a slow circle, dimming all the lights in the room.

The flame in the goblet went from blue to red and a piece of burning parchment flew out. "The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum!"

The Durmstrangs cheered as Krum made his way to the front, shook hands with Dumbledore, and proudly exited the hall.

"The champion for Beaxbatons... Fleur Delacour!"

A most likely half-veela girl made her way to the front, shook hands with Dumbledore, and followed Viktor.

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!"

I cheered along with the rest of the school as Cedric made his way up, following the other two.

"Excellent! We now have our three Champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist the chalice of champions, the vessel of victory, the Triwizard Cup!"

A shining diamond trophy was revealed and everyone cheered again. But then the Goblet started acting up. Everyone was silent as another name flew out of the Goblet.

Dumbledore mumbled something before shouting out the name of the new champion. "Harry Potter!"

I gasped, looking at Harry, who looked both confused and shocked at the same time. Oh no. Oh no no no no no. My fourteen-year-old God-brother was chosen to participate in a deadly challenge. This was worse than the twins' chance.

Hermione pushed him forward and everyone glared at him- even Dumbledore- as he followed the others. Dumbledore dismissed us.

I slolwy made my way to the common room when someone grabbed my arm. It was Fred.

"What do you want, Weasley?" I hissed.

"You helped Potter enter the tournament, didn't you?" He growled.

"No!" I gasped. "I would never..."

"You wanted to prove to us that a younger student could beat us in something like this so you helped your little brother enter it! You knew he would get picked because he's already the chosen one!"

"You're being stupid Fred. Just leave me alone." I pushed past him and sprinted up to the common room.

This was the worst night of my life. Harry was chosen for a dangerous tournament, and Fred and George blamed it on me.