AN: Here's another chapter. The Champions get chosen! Read and Review!

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Calla's PoV

Derek's wolf pack circled me closely, not letting my shift out of my wolf form. We were in the Goblet of Fire's chamber, waiting for the selection to come. Their growls filled the room and my head.

Why are you pestering me?! I snapped towards them with a sharp growl behind my words as I pressed them into their minds.

You know why! Derek barked, I saw his muscles twitch to lunge at me. You're getting to close to them!

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, You know nothing, I scoffed.

"My darlings!" Elthesar exclaimed making Derek's back off of me, but I was frozen in my spot as he approached us, "Why must you fight?" Derek and his four other pack mates growled at me, Elthesar was in between us looking back and forth.

You're in trouble now! Ansel laughed making me curl my lip at him.

"Calla, shouldn't you be at the Bulgarian's common room?" Elthesar hissed at me, I looked at the Goblet and slowly padded over to it, "Right, you get your champion tonight," Elthesar walked towards me after snapping his fingers, signaling Derek's pack to follow him.

You can't cross that line, Stephan laughed, all of the wolves looked the same, but I knew which one was Derek since he was slightly larger than the rest.

"Hold her," Elthesar said to the pack, fear went through me as I turned on my back legs running towards the door.

Calla! Derek yelled tackling me and pinning me to the hard marble ground. The rest put their teeth into my limbs as Derek held my neck with his teeth.

I gave a painful howl as I tried to escape.

"Remember your place among them Calla," Elthesar hissed towering over me. My soft whimpers were covered by Derek's packs growls.

I don't want to hurt you, Derek whispered directly to me, So stop moving.

Letting out another howl, I hoped to get someone to come in.

"They will never accept you," Elthesar pushed Derek off of me and suddenly started pressing my throat down with his Italian leather shoes.

The pack jumped back in shocked as I struggled to get out of Elthesar's hold. I howled and whimpered in pain, oxygen was barely getting through me.

Get out! I growled to the pack, still struggling to get free.

Suddenly the doors opened and everyone gasped in horror at the sight of me and Elthesar. I saw the Durmstrang boys eyes narrow at Elthesar.

My vision blurred due to the lack of oxygen, but I did see the pack escape. With a snap of his fingers, Elthesar vanished.

"Calla?" Viktor asked approaching me as the students filed in, taking their seats. I slowly stood on my four legs and glanced at worried Viktor. Limping towards the back area for the professors. Collapsing in front of Dumbledore's chair, my head started to spin from the sudden rush of oxygen.

"Lily," Ren's voice whispered from behind me, his hand going through my pure white fur. A low whim whistle went through me as he healed the bleeding bite marks. I watched Viktor and some others put their names into the Goblet.

"Viktor Krum," were the only two words I heard before sitting up.

"Go," I whispered to Ren and just as he came, Ren vanished in the same silence. Slowly standing, I walked over to shadow Viktor when my eyes flickered tot the Goblets. An unusual shimmer was around it and it flamed in a weird way.

"The prophecy, it's true," I whispered glancing to Viktor as a piece of paper came from it.

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore whispered, "Harry Potter!" I glanced out the window and saw the trees begin to sway in anger.

"He's only fourteen!" someone yelled.

"He's a cheat!" some students began to boo as he approached the champions.

"Viktor," I whispered, tugging his arm, "Come with me."

"What?" Viktor asked.

"Cedric, Fluer you too, come with me now," I said pulling the champions to a side office.

"What's going on?" Cedric asked as the four champions stood in the office as I searched for a paper and quill.

"This isn't good," I whispered to myself, drawing out the prophecy as Dumbledore came barreling into the room, "One will fly, one will swim, one will search for a way out, then one of their own will," I looked up at the champions.

"Will what?" Fluer asked.

"Become bewitched," I whispered.

Calla! Elthesar screeched through me, making me clutch my skull in pain.

"Harry! Did you ask a older student to put your name in the Goblet of Fire! Did you?" Dumbledore demanded.

I watched as Hogwarts professors question the fourteen year old, my eyes occasionally glancing to Viktor.

"Mademoiselle?" Madame Maxime asked looking towards me.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening," I said smoothly, "Did you ask me something?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said walking towards me, "Has any of your guards picked up on anything unusual?"

"No," I shook my head, "But I could tell you the vision our prophet had."

"Do explain," Igor, Viktor's headmaster said.

"Four will be chosen from the Goblet of Fire," my voice changed, it had a essence around it, "The beasts egg will lead to a watery grave, the one's the champions care most about will be sacrificed, and the strong one will save our queen," my vision slightly blurred as I spoke, "A traitor is amongst the trusted. A unexpected death will come before the final task," I paused, "Our queen's savior will become cursed. Two will enter the key, but only one will return alive," everyone was in a trance by my voice, "The Dark Lord will rise and the hunt for the Chosen One will begin."

I nervously looked at everyone, their faces scared or confused.

"Is that all little one?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Yes," I whispered as Viktor slightly pulled me closer to him, no one noticed this except me.

"Why didn't Elthesar say anything?" Professor Severus Snape snapped.

"He doesn't know. Our prophet only speaks her visions to me."

"You can't believe that me, the Minister of Magic, would believe that this so called prophecy is true," Mr. Crouch scoffed, my eyes narrowed on him.

"Calla, take the champions to their chambers," Dumbledore said, suddenly a growl lurched into my throat as Professor Moody entered the room.

"Harry can stay with me," Moody said as Viktor pulled me out of the room seeing a shadow creep up my back, I knew this was happening because I felt it.

"Just go to your common room," I said to Cedric and Fluer as I walked with Viktor to our common room.

Once we turned the corner, Viktor stopped my walking, seeing me shake.

"Calla? What's wrong?" Viktor asked forcing me to face him, I looked into his worried brown eyes.

"I don't trust that man," I spat through my teeth, "I don't trust Moody!"

"Why?"

"Did you see the shadowy thing crawling up my back as we past him? Did you hear the growl rumbling in my chest?" I asked as I saw my eyes in the reflection of his, they wer wide and crystal like.

"Yes," Viktor breathed, "I saw."

"Please, don't go near that man," I pleaded, "I fear that a darkness is around him."

"Alright," Viktor nodded.

"Ok then," I smiled, "The boys must be dying to see you," Viktor gave a smile as we walked to our dormitory and once the painting opened, we heard a giant roar of cheering erupt.

"Krum! Krum!" they cheered surrounding Viktor, I vanished from his side and went up to my room, well what was once my room. Opening the door I saw the usual golden themed room, enchanted to be useful to only me.

"Vanish-" I started a spell, but a knock on my door made me stop, "Yes?"

"Calla?" Scotty asked coming in, he gave me a dimple smile as I waved over to sit next to me on my bed, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "I'm, um, just thinking."

"What about?"

"The tasks ahead, the Yule Ball, and most importantly the visions," I glanced to him, he, Viktor, and Gale knew of my visions and my curse.

"Why are you worried of the tasks?" Scotty asked.

"I have watched wizards die in this tournament," I whispered standing up, I looked back at Scotty still sitting on my bed, "You better stand up."

"Ok?" Scotty said confused.

"Vanishio," I said completing the spell, (pronounced VA-KNEE-SHE-O), making everything in the room vanish.

"Why did you do that?" Scotty asked as I opened the door.

"Because," I looked back at him, "I don't live up here anymore," I walked down the stairs and saw some of the boys gone.

You have to protect Viktor only now, you can't protect them all. You have to focus on Viktor, I reminded myself doing a quick scan of the room.

"Where's Viktor?" I asked myself.

"I think he went out to train," Marius said, my stomach dropped.

"No," I said running out the common room.

"Calla!" Scotty called after me as I ran to find Viktor.

Find him! I growled to myself, making my body shift into my wolf self. I picked up his scent and ran down to the quidditch arena.

"Viktor!" I screamed shifting into my witch form, "Viktor!" fear went through me, seeing that I failed my duties.

"Heads up!" someone yelled as a swishing sound came around me and I was no longer on the ground.

"Oh my god!" I screamed, clutching to the person who has swooped me up.

"Don't worry," the man whispered with a familiar Bulgarian accent, my head whipped around and saw Viktor with a huge grin.

"Viktor?" I screamed as Viktor wrapped his hands around me, steadying me on his broom.

"Igor wanted to test how strong your oath is," Viktor whispered in my ear.

"I've never been one for brooms!" I screamed over the rushing wind, dropping myself from his broom and his grip.

"Calla!" I heard Viktor scream as I fell towards the ground.

Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry

"Calla!" Viktor Krum screamed seeing Calla Lockwood falling from his broom and to the ground. Calla's body suddenly shimmered and she shifted into her pegasus form, but the horse vanished but the angel like wings stayed and letting her fly up to Viktor.

"I told you," Calla smiled, "I wasn't one for brooms," Viktor gave a sigh and smiled to her.

"You scared me," Viktor breathed.

"The oath works both ways," Calla laughed, "Please don't ever do that again, my oath has rules that I was scared for."

"I promise, I won't pull something like this again, ever," Viktor said sitting straighter on his broom.

"So are we going to go back or what?" Calla teased.

"Race you?" Viktor challenged.

"You're so on!" Calla laughed darting towards the castle. Viktor was directly under Calla's path.

Enough! You don't need your gifts anymore! I rip your gifts from you! Elthesar screamed to Calla, making her wings vanish.

"Ah!" Calla screamed in pain at the sudden pull of transformation, Viktor saw this and quickly caught her, but when he landed in the corridor his hands were covered in blood.

"Calla what's happening?" Viktor asked running her to the common room.

"He ripped it from me!" Calla cried in agony, she looked to the ceiling, "My dear goddess, my dear Grey Lady, help me," Calla's tears streaked her face, "Shearfearo!" a door appeared near the painting.

"Where does that lead?" Viktor asked.

"Our chambers," Viktor ran inside and the door vanished behind them as he laid her down the bed.

"What do I do?" Viktor pleaded.

"Nothing," Calla breathed, "The Grey Lady will deem me worthy or not."

"Who's the Grey Lady?" Viktor asked.

"The Grey Lady is the Goddess of my kind. The Grey Lady is my mother."

AN: Hello there readers! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm very happy with it and I hope you are to! Leave a review if you like!

Xoxo - Scar