"Come on Tas, you need to come!" Jasmine whined as she tried to pull me out of my bed.

"No, I refuse to go!" I told her for the hundredth time as I tried to pull my arm away from her grasp.

"You've been hauled up here for days now! The only time you come out is to eat, go to classes or the library!" She let go of my arm and I turned so my back was too her, burying my face in my pillow.

"I am not going down there!"

"Sweetie, you can't stay up here for the rest of your school years." She sighed and sat on the bed near my waist.

"I won't stays up here forever, just untill it doesn't hurt anymore." I felt tears well up in my eyes so I pushed them back. Jasmine's weight suddenly sifted and she moved so she was hugging me from behind, her chin resting on the top of my head.

"The first heartbreak is always the worst, it will get better." She smoothed out my hair with her hand and started playing with it. "That's it, I'm sending up the re-enforces." She got up and left the room, leaving me to wonder what on earth she meant. A few seconds later the door opened and two people sat on the bed, I looked up to see Andy and George looking down at me with sad smiles.

"How did you get up here? I thought Boys weren't allowed into the girls dormitories." I turned so I was facing them.

"McGonagall let us up here, even she's worried about you; we all are." Andy said.

"Hence the reason why we're going to drag you down there kicking and screaming." George added, giving me a mischievous smile and I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Love to see you try." I playfully glared at them both.

"Jas is right; you can't stay up here, just because my brother was a dick." George took my hand and squeezed it.

"Should you really be talking about your twin like that?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Probably not and maybe if I back you up instead of him then he might actually realise how wrong he is." He explained.

"And plus because he fancies Jasmin." Andy muttered under his breath. I laughed as George took the pillow from under my head and chucked it at Andy.

"See, were already making her laugh, let me get another pillow…" George quickly went over to Hermione's bed and grabbed her two pillows whilst Andy grabbed the one that George had thrown at him and the other from underneath my head.

"Bring it on Ginger!" They both poised themselves then ran at each other yelling 'DIE'. The next thing I know Four pillows are being thrown at me, one hits me square in the face whilst the other three hit random parts of my body and whilst I am temporarily startled George grabbed my legs whilst Andy grabbed my upper half.

"Ahhh! What are you doing?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Taking you down to the great hall so you can see this for yourself, Cedric would want you there because he put his name in." Andy said as the exited the dormitory and slowly walked down the stairs.

"We have her! She's a bit flustered and her hair's not that great but we have her!" George yelled as we emerged into the common room.

"PUT ME DOWN!" I shouted. They looked at each other, shrugged and then let go of me, sending me toppling to the floor in a heap.

"Guy, that was mean!" Ginny scolded them as her and Hermione helped me up from the floor. I heard laughter behind me so I spun around to see Harry, Ron, Jasmin, Ashleigh, Andy and George sniggering; as soon as I faced them they shut up and tried to keep straight faces.

"Are we going or not?" I growled as I pushed past them.

"I think she's PMSing." Ron muttered.

"I heard that!" I told him without facing him. I sensed somebody walked up to me but I ignored them and carried on walking as they fell in step with me.

"How are you doing?" Harry asked, holding out his arm for me.

"Doing the best I can." I told him, looping my arm through his and resting my head on his shoulder as we walked into the great hall.

"You'll be okay, you're strong." He reassured me and squeezed my arm. "Come on let's get some seats." He led me to some seats and shortly after we were joined by the rest of our gang (the people who were in Gryffindor anyway).

Dumbledore stood up, casting silence among the hall.

(ALL CREDIT FOR THIS PART GOES TO J.K ROWLING FOR HER GENOUIS MIND. I DID NOT WRITE THIS PART AND TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IT!)

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" - he indicated the door behind the staff table - "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, blue-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes.

Everyone watched, waiting. . . . A few people kept checking their watches. . .

"Any second," Lee Jordan whispered two seats away from Harry.

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it.

Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall.

Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!"

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. "Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.

When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next...

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

My heart both soared and sank at the same moment.

My brother was the Hogwarts champion…

Part of me was ecstatic, he deserved this and I knew he would win.

But the part was dreading it, I had a bad feeling about it from the moment Dumbledore had told us about it and now it was more prominent than ever.

I could hear Dumbledore's voice in the distance followed by a collected gasp from the students; the only words that brought me back to reality were the words:

"Harry Potter."

…

People started walking out of the hall but I walked straight up to the chamber and threw the doors open, storming into the room. All faces in the room looked at me in bewilderment.

"Ah, Miss Diggory, glad you could join us" Dumbledore smiled "Please do come in." I walked briskly down the steps and stood in-between my best friend and my brother.