Thank you so much for reviewing the previous chapter xXMizz Alec VolturiXx, Viralic1, chasm and accio gold! Sorry if Danny comes off too much of a bitch. She definitely has a bitchy side to her but yes, she's mostly just quickly irritated by people mainly because they only care about her brother and not her. Danny's personality will definitely still change in this story because she's still growing up.

Chapter 7

I only woke up when all the other girls were already dressed for school. I quickly did the same and joined them for breakfast. Everywhere we go, the students seem to look at us as if we're from another planet. I have to admit we do stuck out between the mass of grey students with our light blue outfits but I would not want to wear theirs. The one who designed Hogwarts' uniform must have hated the female form and insisted the girls couldn't show it off, if they even have it under all those loose layers.

"Hi."

I was surprised to find the Diggory guy talking to me, especially when all his friends were practically drooling over my friends. Especially Fleur Delacour seemed to be getting a lot of attention but that's normal since she's older and got Veela blood. I think that's cheating.

"Euhm...hey."

"Wow, you speak English!" One of his friends commented.

I'm not even going to respond. Instead I just rolled my eyes.

"What do you think of Hogwarts so far?" Diggory asked me while we walked to the Great Hall for breakfast.

I won't tell him this but I was glad we'd run into him. I don't think any of us could have found the place without any help and now we didn't even have to ask for it.

"Pretty impressive though the people here are just rude with all the staring." I said a little louder while glaring at the people who had been doing exactly that.

"They're just fascinated. Most people haven't met wizards and witches from another country."

"I guess." I shrugged. "But it's still rude."

"So are you competing in the Triwizard tournament?" He asked me.

"How old do you think I am? There's a age line, remember? I'm only fourteen."

"Oh, that's right." He sounded a little disappointed.

"Well, maybe that's a good thing. I wouldn't want to compete with you." He smiled.

"You're entering the competition?"

I must say I'm a little surprised. He didn't strike me as the kind of person who'd put his life on the line for entertainment's sake.

"Yes." He said proudly.

Did he want me to congratulate him or something?

"Good for you." I said sarcastically.

"What? You don't think it's a good thing?"

"I don't see why anyone would want to compete in it anyway. There are less painful ways to die."

"Cedric isn't going to die! He's the best in our year. He's going to win this entire competition." One of his friends interfered.

"If he even gets picked."

I hope for his sake that he won't be the champion. He seemed like a good guy and shouldn't die in such a stupid competition.

"He'll get picked! Who else deserves to be the Hogwarts champion?"

His friend was starting to annoy me. When are we going to get to the Great Hall?

"Don't pay attention to him. I want to prove myself to people who think Hufflepuffs are just the ones who don't belong in any other house. The fact that winning this thing comes with eternal glory and a lot of money is just a bonus." He smiled.

Well, at least he did it for a better reason than just wanting the cash.

"I'm going to put my name in the goblet this afternoon. You should come."

"Why would I do that?"

Seriously, why would I? I can't imagine it being very exciting to watch someone put a piece of parchment in a cup. I heard the goblet had flames and all but I'm still not very impressed.

"Because I would like that."

I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"That's not a good reason."

"And because you can mock all the people who are stupid enough to enter the competition." He smiled.

Now that was a better reason. Before I could say anything else, Helena interfered telling him we would all be there, in her very French version of English. I'm surprised she even understood what he had said. Diggory smiled and waved me goodbye when he left for his table.

"Oh my God, how come you know that total hottie?" Helena grinned.

"Who is a hottie?" Jonathan suddenly joined the conversation.

"This guy Danny was talking to. If I had that guy fawning over me, I wouldn't hesitate to go to the cup thing."

"Is she talking about your brother?" Jonathan tried.

"Please, I would have known if her brother was a hottie. No, I'm talking about that guy." Helena pointed out the Diggory kid.

Jonathan obviously recognised him as the guy who had smiled at me last night because he got that jealous, slightly angry look on his face again.

"Oh, that guy."

"You know him as well? One of you has to introduce me to him. Unless of course you want him, Danny?"

They were both looking at me expectantly. I decided to make the both of them happy by telling them I was not interested in him and Helena should give it a try. She happily skipped over to where he was sitting, overwhelming him with her over flirty vibe.

"So you are not interested in him?"

"Should I be?"

"No. But if you're not interested in him or anyone else for that matter, would you like to have breakfast with me?" He smiled at me with his normal arrogance seeping through again.

I smiled and followed him to the table reserved for the students of Beauxbatons. I talked to him and some of his friends before Helena showed up again.

"Come on, Danny. We're going to the cup thing."

"What? Why?"

"Because the hottie will be there today." She answered as if I had just asked a ridiculous question.

"Now?"

"I don't know. I didn't understand everything he said. But it is today and it's not like you've got something better to do. Plus you can be my translator. I don't always get what he's saying but the accent is so cute." She smiled.

Eventually I gave in and that's the reason I've been spending almost the entire day in the room with the goblet. I saw a lot of people pass by, putting their names in the goblet, one more eager to get hurt than the other. Helena on the other hand was having a blast. She kept saying she should have come here instead of Beauxbatons since, and I quote, 'there are so many cute hotties around here'.

While Helena was once again smiling and batting her eyes at some guy, I saw a familiar person entering the room, times two. The Weasley twins were holding some potion in their hands and were being surrounded by laughing students. Harry and his redheaded friend among them. When one of the twins, George I think noticed me, he winked at me right before the both of them downed the potion. I may not have known them for a long time yet but that potion must be trouble. When their vials were empty, they passed the age line without any problems. Did the potion work? But before they could enter their names into the cup, they flew backwards. People weren't cheering anymore right now. I got up to see what was going on as well. When the both of them got back up, they had a long white beard each. I laughed along with the other students and even harder when they started blaming each other and got into a fight. It was a really weird sight to see two 'old men' fight on the floor with each other.

People stopped laughing when another person entered his name in the cup. It shouldn't really be a surprise that Viktor Krum would enter such a competition so why was everyone staring at him like that? Because everyone was watching Krum leave, nobody noticed the way Karkarov looked at Harry. But I did and I don't think that's a good thing. So when Helena waved me over to translate something, I didn't pay attention to her but went straight to my brother who was laughing with his red headed and bushy haired friends.

"Do you know Karkarov?"

"Hello to you too." The Weasley guy mumbled under his breath but I didn't think he was worth any attention.

"Just from the newspaper. Why?"

"No reason."

There was no use in worrying him. He was still obsessing over that strange recurrent dream, he didn't need something else to obsess about.

"Where did you go, Danny? I needed you to tell that guy I love romantic walks in the moon light. Who's this?" Helena showed up out of nowhere.

"Helena, this is my brother and his insignificant friends. Harry, this is my friend Helena." I sighed.

"Mon Dieu, you Harry potter? Happy meet you!" She smiled widely.

"She means she's happy to meet you so if you could just smile, she'll go away without telling you how much she adores the boy who lived. You don't want to hear that."

"Euhm... It's nice to meet you too?" Harry tried.

Unfortunately Helena didn't just go away. She kept telling my brother how brave he was for defeating such a dark wizard at the age of one. Please, he didn't actually do anything. He was one year old. He just sat in his box and cried to make Voldemort go away. What is brave about that?

"What exactly was she trying to say?" Harry asked me once Helena had finally moved over to a boy who would appreciate her French gibberish.

"Believe me, it was absolutely not important."

Harry might not have understood what Helena had been saying but I did. Man, I'd be glad if I don't have to hear another Hail-Harry-Potter-speech for the rest of my life. Probably not the best odds.

"So what do you want?" The Weasley guy got rude.

"I want you to go away but that's not going to happen, is it?"

"Danny..." Harry sighed.

"What? He started it."

"Can't you just be nice to my friends?"

"Oh, I don't have to be nice to them since they don't even know I exist!" I bit back.

"Awkward..." The redhead mumbled under his breath, as if I couldn't hear him.

"Like you've told your friends about me."

"Did you miss the girl standing here, praising my brother? I'm not the one who's embarrassed about his sibling."

Harry tried to respond but I was already walking away. I was angry and I think I have the right to be. Harry doesn't miss me during the time we spend apart these past three years, he might not even think about me and now he doesn't even tell his friends he has a sister! I feel very non-important to him right now. So when I ran into Helena again, praising my 'magnificent' brother again, I told her to take a hike. That was definitely not appreciated but I just wanted her to leave me alone right now.

I didn't talk to Harry again until the evening Dumbledore would announce the champions of the three schools to us. Everyone was really excited about who it would be but honestly, I didn't really care. Though I have to say I was silently hoping Cedric Diggory wouldn't be chosen. I don't think he knows what he signed up for or maybe he does and that might be even worse. I was also hoping the Beauxbatons champion wouldn't be someone I know well enough to care.

"Dear students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. It is my pleasure to announce to you that we have a lot of people willing to compete for their school's honour." And put their lives on the line while they're at it but I guess that just so insignificant it's not even worth mentioning in the big speech.

"The goblet of fire will reveal the first champion now." Dumbledore said while everyone stared at the big cup.

It had been placed in the exact middle of the Great Hall so everyone would have a good view on it. The flames around the goblet usually were blue but now they were getting bigger and turned red. A lot of people were oooh-ing and aaaah-ing but honestly, had they never seen magic before? Suddenly a piece of parchment flew out off the goblet and to Dumbledore. He caught it and read it out loud.

"The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum!" He shouted.

The entire crowd was cheering but obviously Viktor's friends more than others and I couldn't help but wonder if maybe the goblet was a Quidditch fan as well. Because I had always been under the impression you had to be smart to enter the tournament and not just muscled. While everyone was still cheering, Viktor Krum walked to the front and followed a professor to a room behind the Great Hall.

Soon the flames of the goblet turned red again and another piece of parchment got spit out.

"The champion representing Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!"

I cheered along with everyone else this time and maybe even a little more because she was girl. I had expected the tournament to be an all boys club. And she is representing my school. I noticed a lot of guys from Beaubatons grumbling over the fact that the cup chose a girl over them. That just made me even happier with the choice. Fleur went out the same way Krum had. For the last time the flames went red and another piece of parchment came out.

"The Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory!"

I wasn't cheering. Why would I? The guy wasn't all that bad and I don't think he deserves to get injured in this stupid tournament, not that Fleur or Krum do. He did seem very pleased being cheered on by all his friends (he's got a lot of them!) and I figured I should applaud anyway since he did save my life this summer.

There was an excited atmosphere in the Great Hall now that the three champions had been chosen. Now that others could no longer compete they told their craziest ideas about what the three tasks could be to everyone willing to listen. I was listening to Samantha Shabli's idea for the first task (a wizarding duel while they're being surrounded by fire) when I noticed something was happening to the goblet. The flames had turned blue again when the last champion had been announced and were supposed to stay that way since there was no one else to be selected. But despite that the flames turned red again and another piece of parchment came out. Everyone was staring in awe when Dumbledore caught the unexpected paper.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore bellowed.

What!? That's not possible! He didn't even apply for this ridiculous tournament. He couldn't, even if he had wanted to. Dumbledore had drawn an age line that no one could trick. Harry might be smart but not that smart. My eyes immediately looked for Harry who seemed just as surprised as everyone else in the Great Hall, including every professor in the room and Dumbledore. There's no doubt in my mind that this has to be a mistake. My brother didn't want to compete in this thing. Maybe Dumbledore read the wrong name?

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore repeated, sounding very angry right now.

Harry eventually walked up to Dumbledore in the middle of the Great Hall. He seemed completely at loss on what to do now. The people yelling stuff at him like 'he's not even seventeen' and calling him a cheater can't possibly make him feel better right now. It almost made me want to get up and punch those idiots in the face. It's obvious he didn't intend for this to happen. Harry went to the room where the other champions were and as soon as he was gone hell broke loose. Dumbledore pretty much ran to that room as did the teachers following him and all the students started complaining that this shouldn't be allowed. Of course it won't be allowed, he's fourteen years old!

"Are you alright, Danny? You look a bit pale." Noa asked me.

Of course I wasn't alright. My brother just got picked as champion for the Triwizard tournament! How could anyone possibly be alright after that?

"They won't allow it, right?" I asked her.

She couldn't give me the answer to that. But even if Dumbledore was stupid enough to let a fourteen year old boy who has the reputation of getting in situations that might get him killed, compete in one of the most dangerous tournaments wizards have ever invented, there is no way my parents would allow this to happen. It would be madness.

One of the Hogwarts' professors spoke up, telling everyone that dinner was over and we should all return to our dorms. Like hell I was going to do that! While everyone else left, I made my way to the door my brother had left through but before I could open it, someone stopped me.

"What do you think you're doing?" The professor who had told us all to leave, asked me.

She looked very severe with her glasses and her hair in a tight bun. But I really couldn't care less about what she thought. I'm not a student at Hogwarts so she can't really give me detention.

"Going through that door." I replied but when I made another attempt to open the door, I realised that she had locked it.

"I'm sure there are a lot of students curious about what is happening in there but since you aren't a champion or a professor, you don't have access." She said strictly.

"Neither is Harry.!" I almost yelled.

He wasn't a champion. He couldn't be since he's not even allowed to compete in this tournament. The female professor looked me over before opening her mouth again.

"You must be Danielle Potter, Mr Potter's sister."

"Yes, now let me in there!"

"I'm afraid I still can't let you but if you want to, you can wait right here until they leave the room."

It looks like that is my best option. I obviously couldn't get into the room and there is no way I'm leaving before I know for sure that Harry is not competing in this thing.

For the next half hour I sat in front of the door, waiting for it to open again and reveal a smiling Harry who would tell me that everything had been solved and he wouldn't compete. Unfortunately that's not what happened. The door did open and reveal the people who had been in the room, Harry among them but he was not smiling.

The first one to come out was Madame Maxine who looked thoroughly pissed, as did Karkarov. They both didn't even look at me. Krum passed me as well without as much as glancing at me, Fleur gave me a little smile and Diggory even looked like he wanted to talk to me. But before he could I had already made my way over to Harry who most definitely didn't look very pleased.

"What happened? Tell me!" I demanded.

"The goblet chose me as a champion." He stated.

Of course I had already known that. After all I had been there when the piece of parchment came out of the goblet and Dumbledore started bellowing his name through the Great Hall, as had all the students from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. I wanted to know what had happened afterwards, what was said in that room.

"I know that but they won't actually let you compete, right?" I asked him just to be sure those people weren't mad enough to let my brother compete in the tournament.

"I have to." He said.

"What?"

"Once a champion is chosen there is no way back. I have to compete in the tournament."

He looked upset. Then again so was I about letting him compete in this ridiculous form of entertainment.

"That won't happen. There is no way mom and dad will let you. They'll figure out a way to get you out of this mess."

I was absolutely convinced that my heroin mom and hero dad would fix this. No parent actually wants their child to compete in this thing, right? Especially when they're even too young to sign up for it. Harry just shook his head. He obviously wasn't very convinced about it.

"When the goblet chose me, it became a binding contract. I will have to compete in the tournament." He sighed.

"But that's ridiculous! You're not even old enough to sign up for it. There was an age line, how could this have happened?"

"I didn't sign up for this!"

"I know that. You don't need this stupid tournament to get in live threatening situations. You can do that all by yourself."

Harry is already like a magnet to danger. He wouldn't voluntarily sign up for a tournament that did just that: put him in danger.

"People have died competing in this tournament, Harry." I sighed.

"I know."

He was scared, I could tell. I was scared as well.

"Don't be like them. Don't die in this tournament."

"I'll try." He attempted to joke. It wasn't funny.

He wouldn't have to try all by himself. I would help him make it out of this tournament alive. I just had no idea how I was going to do it.