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Chapter 4

Awakening to a bright sunlight on your face is never pleasant, especially with being a vampire. Alas, Evangeline headed the annoying call of morning and rolled out of bed with a "Thump". The first day of classes for all students meant overcrowded halls and lost first years. There was simply not enough time to get everything done one needs to in the morning before school starts that Evangeline usually just chugs as must blood as she can to get as much energy as possible. Pulling on her teaching robes, she makes her way out of her bedroom, through the Huffle puff common room, and out the door towards her classroom.

"Let's hope I have eager enough students." She says rounding a corner. About ten minutes later she reaches her classroom in the west wing of the castle. She walks towards her desk and places down her books then heads into her back office to get some work done. Being that her class doesn't start for another hour she takes her sweet time about it. However she opens the door to find none other than Harry potter waiting for her.

"Young Harry, hello. It is quite early for you to be here is there something you need help with?" She rounds the corner of her office desk, gracefully sitting down.

"I was wondering, professor."

"Call me Evangeline I am also a student here after all." He is interrupted.

"Ah, yes. I was wondering, Evangeline, if you were going to compete?"Harry's eyes glance away, never making eye contact with her.

"You are curious?" She laughs. "Well no. Even though I can, I do not see it fair. I am however allowed to assist a contestant."

"I see. That is too bad. I would have liked to see a vampire in action. Forgive me for my forwardness."

"No no it is quite alright. Curiosity is normal at your age especially when it comes to the subject of my people. You are taking my class are you not?" Evangeline continues to shuffle pages here and there. Effortlessly she pulls out books whilst putting others away, using movements so quick that the normal wizarding eye would have trouble keeping up with.

"Yes I am. I look forward to it."

"Good, I am glad" She says with a smile.

The week passes and classes go on as usual. Throughout the days various students place their name into the goblet until finally Friday arrived, the final day in which the names of the champions would be announced. The halls bustled with excitement until evening came upon them quickly. Dumbledore waits at his magnificent podium, shushing the students quickly. He dims the candle light down and the blue glow of the goblet's flame fills the room with an intense aura.

"Now then, the time you have awaited for has arrived. Three students shall be selected, one from each school. Only the goblet has the control of who is chosen. Only the most cunning and wise shall face the challenges ahead. Silence, if you please!" The husky voice echoes through the great hall as Dumbledore addresses to the students the importance of the selection. Evangeline watches from her professor's chair behind him. Suddenly her eyes fall to mad eye moody, whose strange tongue like behavior goes unnoticed by all others.

Dumbledore then reaches his palm outward towards the fire. It suddenly burns bright red and spits out a burning piece of paper into his hand. The fire then returns to its calm blue form.

"The first champion, from our very own Hogwarts," He pauses momentarily for suspense. "Cedric Diggory!" Evangeline claps along with the thunderous cheers from the Huffle Puff table. Dumbledore waits as the cheers die down and as Cedric sits back down before announcing the next name. The fire again glows bright red spitting out a more, frilly piece of paper in the shape of an origami fan.

"The Champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" High pitched screams come from the Beauxbaton girls. Fleur dances across the front in excitement then with one glance from Dumbledore she humbly returns to her seat. Once more for the final time the goblet burns it's great red color spitting out the final piece of paper. "Last but not least, the champion of Durstrang shall be Viktor Krum!" Deep thunderous roars echo through the hall. Evangeline covers her sensitive ears then drops them as the roars settle down. As Dumbledore walks away explaining to the champions what to do next, the Goblet turns red once more.

"Professor!" Evangeline yells. A loud screech from her chair is heard as she suddenly stands pointing the red fire.

Dumbledore spins around catching the piece of paper suddenly the expression on his face pure astonishment. Reading the paper his eyes become wide and face stricken with worry. "Harry Potter!" The room becomes very silent. Dumbledore rushes over to Harry. Shaking him violently all Harry can do is have an expression matching Dumbledore's. "All of you, in my office now. Professor McGonagall, Professor Alucard if you would come with me. The rest of you return to your houses at once!"

With that said Evangeline hurries to Harry and escorts him quickly to Dumbledore's office. The rest of the chosen champions follow suit agitated and just as astounded as everyone else. Fear strikes the face of all the professors Evangeline's the most noticeable.

"Do not worry Harry we will get to the bottom of this!" She sits him down in a chair then turns to Cedric worriedly. "He is only a boy how could this have happened?"

"It is not right! There is no way he is ready for this" Cedric turns away from Harry screaming in his mind full of anger 'How dare he!' Evangeline grabs his should gently shaking her head.

"Now is not the time for that Cedric. You are very well capable of handling yourself in this tournament I said I would help you after all if you were chosen. Harry however is not but a fourth year he is in no way ready."

Suddenly the other professors come arguing in and start questioning away.

"Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of fire Harry? This is of the utmost importance!" Dumbledore gently shakes him in frustration.

"No sir I did not!" Harry pleas his case. The other professors continue to argue over the action to be taken until professor McGonagall clears her throat.

"Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do. He has been chosen as a champion and the rules say he must compete. I have looked and there is no way around it." Her voice trails off at the end and the look of dread and worry fills the faces of all in the room.

"What are we to do now Albus?" Evangeline asks her face full of worry. "If he is harmed it is true my blood can heal him for it is known to do so in mortals, but only to an extent. I am also forbidden to well, turn anyone without due cause and the factor of death which I hope we do not have to face and that goes for any of our champions."

"I fear I do not know the answer to your question my dear. Your years are beyond even mine if anyone can find an answer you can and if you do not then we must play this out as the perpetrator intended."

Dumbledore sits at his desk with a furrowed brow. With a sigh he looks to everyone. "I suppose we have no choice. Harry will compete."

Chapter end.