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Evie looked where Hermione's eyes were fixed, and saw the attractive Quidditch player in the lead of the Durmstrang students.

"I don't believe it!" she whispered. "How's my hair? Too bushy?"

Hermione tried desperately to flatten her hair but it kept bouncing back out into its usual mane. Evie had never known Hermione to care much about her appearance.

"For heaven's sake!" Erin snapped, grabbing Hermione's hands and looking at her. "He's only a Quidditch player!"

"Only a Quidditch player? That's like saying Dumbledore is just a wizard! I had no idea he was still at school!" she gushed.

As they entered the school they passed a group of girls talking animatedly about Viktor. They began fighting over a tube of lipstick after discovering none of them had a quill.

"Really!" said Hermione disdainfully. "At least I'm not that bad." Erin and Evie laughed at her before taking their seats.

Both Ron and Hermione were upset when the Durmstrang students sat at the Slytherin table. The feast began and Evie was excited to see plenty of foreign food mixed in with their usual offerings. She'd been talking animatedly with Erin almost twenty minutes when a girl from Beauxbatons walked up to their table.

"Excuse me, are you Evie?" she asked causing the whole group to look from the girl to Evie.

"Uh, yeah." She said.

"Jane is your friend. She asked me to say hello." She said sounding bothered. "May I have the bouillabaisse?"

"Have it." Evie said defensively as she pushed the dish towards the girl.

"You are finished with it?" she asked stamping her feet impatiently.

"Yeah." Ron said surprising everyone. "Yeah, it was excellent."

The girl grabbed the dish and turned and glided to the Ravenclaw table, sitting herself down next to Jane.

"She's a veela!" Ron croaked to Harry and the twins.

"Don't be stupid. No one else is gapping at her." Hermione said not taking her eyes off Viktor Krum.

Hermione had been watching him since he had sat down across the hall with the Slytherins. Evie could tell he noticed her looking, because every once and a while he would look up ever so slightly and blush.

"She's not a normal girl!" he insisted. "They don't make them like that at Hogwarts!"

Evie noticed that Erin suddenly became very violent with the food on her plate and with her goblet full of pumpkin juice.

"They make them just fine at Hogwarts." Fred said looking sideways at Evie.

The feast ended shortly thereafter and the Triwizard Tournament began. Evie, Fred, George and Lee raced off to the disused bathroom that was their store and the location of their aging potion ingredients. They began brewing straight away and the potion was done brewing around midnight.

"Right, just one drop each." Evie said getting her dropper out. "Don't want you getting too old."

"This had better not back fire." Lee said before accepting his drop.

"Evie is the top of her class in Potions. And much better than George or I could dream of being." Fred said accepting his drop.

When they were done, Evie pulled out the map to check to see who, if anyone was on the seventh floor. After determining there was no one on the way back to the common room they set off.

They woke a bit later on Saturday than they meant to, but they were still much earlier than normal. They rushed down the stairs to the entrance hall to find it packed with people. They made their way through the crowd and soon Fred was standing right in front of the thin golden circle floating around the stool that held the Goblet of Fire. He took one look at it and walked right through it, George took an excited leap after him. Before either of them could put his name in the Goblet, however, they were thrown out and landed across the hall. Evie and Lee ran over to them and watched as they grew long white beards.

"I knew this was a rubbish idea!" Lee shouted.

"I did warn you," came a deep chuckle from the Great Hall. "You'll need to see Madame Pomfrey. She's already tending to two other students who decided to age up a bit. Though neither of their beards is anything like yours. Who brewed your potion?"

"I-I did sir." Evie mumbled.

"Wonderful! No wonder their beards are so long! Oh wonderful! Minerva will be pleased to hear that one of her students nearly tricked my line!" he walked away whistling towards Professor McGonagall's office.

"Well boys, let's get you to Madame Pomfrey." laughed Evie.

"I don't know," said George. "I'm rather fond of my beard now."

"George, you look ridiculous!" cried Ginny who had just joined the group of students gathered around the Entrance hall. "What did you do to my brother's this time?"

"Oh, you know, just brewed them a perfect aging potion that nearly tricked the age line. Dumbledore rigged it to give beards to anyone not old enough." She laughed.

It took an hour to remove their long white beards because George's kept growing back. Once they were out of the hospital wing they headed out to the grounds to enjoy their Saturday. They could see the foreign students exploring the castle grounds and looking nervously at the tree line of the forbidden forest.

"Let's have some fun with the new students, shall we?" Fred asked offering his arm to Evie.

"We shall." She laughed taking his arm.

They walked over to a group of boys from Beauxbatons and smiled. Evie let go of Fred's arm and took a step closer to the boys.

"Bonjour! J'ai vovlo dire bienvienue à Hogwarts. Voulez-vous des bonbons d'Halloween?" said Evie surprising the Beauxbatons students as well as her two best friends.

"Mais oui! Merci beaucoup!" replied a good-looking boy in the front. "You speak French."

"Mandatory in the Muggle school I attended before coming here." She said handing them a bag of candy. "Enjoy your sweets!"

They walked away quickly toward Hagrid's hut and disappeared into the pumpkin patch. They hid behind a pumpkin roughly the size of Hagrid and watched as the group of three students all ate their candies.

"What are those? They didn't look like Ton-Tongue Toffees." Fred asked.

"I call them Ghostly Gummies." She said as three ghostly apparitions appeared out of no where and started chasing the French students around the grounds.

"Evie, I could bloody well kiss you!" Fred said spinning her around the pumpkin patch.

"Why are you going to kiss my sister?" Harry's voice broke through their gleeful celebration.

"Because she is a genius! I didn't know just how brilliant she was until she gave those guys her first invention!" he laughed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked from his spot leaning against Hagrid's hut.

"I invented a gummy that conjures a ghost to follow the eater around. Ghostly Gummies, I call them." She explained holding one out to her brother.

"Evie, do you really think it wise to treat our guests that way?" Hermione scolded her.

"Oh it was a harmless joke! But we should really head up to the castle now. It's time for the feast!" she said skipping away, effectively ending the conversation she knew was rattling around in her brother's brain.

They all caught up with her at the steps of the school and they entered just behind the Durmstrang lot. Evie suppressed a shudder at the bats flying around the hall as decoration for the holiday. They took their seats and ate in rapt silence, all anxiously awaiting the end of the feast and the announcement of the school champions. After what seemed like hours their plates cleared and Dumbledore rose from his seat at the top table.

"In one minutes time the Champions names will be called. I ask that when you are called you come here and exit into the chamber," he indicated the door behind the staff table. "And await your first instructions as Triwizard Champions!" Dumbledore said to the eager students who were now all on the edge of their seats.

The next second all the lights in the hall went out, except the icy blue flames of the Goblet. Evie watched as the flames turned red and shot out sparks. As Dumbledore reached the Goblet a long flame shot out sending a piece of parchment floating down towards his out stretched hand.

"Durmstrang's Champion is," he called out. "Viktor Krum!"

Hermione let out an ear splitting scream as the hall erupted into cheers for the first champion as he disappeared into the next chamber.

"The Beauxbatons Champion is Fleur Delacour!"

Evie and Hermione shook their heads as Ron and Harry gaped at the girl with the long silver blonde hair as she walked past them and up through the door. Every Hogwarts student took a collective breath in anticipation of the Hogwarts Champion.

"Our Hogwarts Champion is, Cedric Diggory!" said Dumbledore with a smile.

The Gryffindor table grumbled along with Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but the cheers of Hufflepuff drowned them out. Cedric reached the door behind the staff table and turned his head and winked before entering the chamber.

The table broke into disappointed chatter as Dumbledore went on about supporting the Champions, but he broke off with the rest of the school when something incredible happened; the Goblet turned red again and shot out a fourth slip of parchment. Evie's heart sank as their headmasters voice cut through the silence.

"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry sat stunned and didn't budge until Hermione shoved him out of his seat. He picked himself up off the floor and hurried up to the staff table. Evie grabbed Fred's hand and squeezed. Once Harry was through the door Dumbledore asked the students to head to their dormitories. Fred, Evie and Hermione stayed behind.

"Ms. Potter, I assure you, your brother will be up in the dormitory soon. But you must wait for him there," said Professor McGonagall.

"But Professor, this has to be a mistake!" Evie begged. "He can't be a Champion! There are only THREE Champions in a TRIWIZARD Tournament!"

"Be that as it may, you must go to Gryffindor Tower immediately, Mr. Potter will join you in time." She said ushering them out of the hall.

When they finally reached the common room the whole house was ready for a celebration. Someone had smuggled food from the kitchens, Seamus had a banner ready to drape on Harry when he entered. None of this was what Evie wanted to see, nor could she handle any of it. She ran off to her dormitory followed by Hermione and Fred. Fred, however, was left calling after her at the bottom of the stairs he could not ascend.

Evie threw herself on her four-poster bed and cried for fifteen minutes before she was calm enough to speak. When she looked up, she found Hermione holding a huge book.

"Well since we both know he didn't enter, that means someone very powerful, so that rules out all the students. But I've been thinking it over and each option is as unlikely as the next, except one. Karkaroff." She said opening the book. "He used to be a Death Eater."

"What book is that?" she asked drying her face as she sat up.

"The history of the Triwizard Tournament. Never has there been a case like this before. Someone must have tricked the Goblet into thinking there was a fourth school." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Hermione, I love you." She said jumping on her friend and hugging her tightly. "I'm going to go find Harry."

Evie rushed out the door and down the stairs and straight to the door to the fourth year boy's dormitory. She almost rushed in, but she heard Ron's strained voice through the door.

"You don't have to lie to me you know."

"I didn't put my name in!"

"Yeah, okay. I'm not stupid you know."

"You're doing a great impression then."

Evie backed away quietly and found her self going back to the girl's dormitory. She trudged to her bed and sat down staring at her friend.

"Ron doesn't believe him." She muttered.

"I didn't expect him too." Hermione responded. "He's probably jealous."

"He's mad isn't he?" asked Evie.

"Well, yes and no. We'll need to be up early so we can bring breakfast to Harry." She said closing the curtains on her bed.

Evie fell into a very troubled sleep filled with red eyes and cackling laughs; a dream that had been filling her head for weeks.

The next morning Evie and Hermione set off to get some breakfast for themselves and Harry. They had just reached the portrait hole when Harry emerged from behind it.

"Hello." Evie said holding out an offering of toast. "We brought you toast… want to go for a walk?"

"Yes, please." He replied eagerly.

They walked in silence down to the entrance hall and made their way out to the grounds. Hermione took the opportunity to inform Harry what happened after he left the Great Hall the night before.

"Well, of course Evie and I knew you hadn't entered yourself." She told him, much to his relief.

"My question is who did. No student could have fooled that Goblet into thinking there are four champions in a Triwizard tournament. We think…"

"Have you seen Ron?" interrupted Harry.

"Er….Well….That is…He was at breakfast." said Hermione, twisting her hands nervously.

"He still thinks I entered myself?" he asked.

"Well, I don't think so. At least… not really." said Evie.

"What does that mean? 'Not really'?" he asked turning on his sister.

"Harry! Isn't it obvious?!" Hermione jumped in. "He's jealous!"

"Jealous? Jealous of what? He wants some one to put him in a dangerous competition against his will?"

"Listen," Hermione said patiently. "It's always you two who get all the attention and you know it. Now, I know it's not your fault, and you don't like it, but- well- Ron has all those brothers and he has a really famous best friend so people just ignore him once they see you or his brothers."

"Tell him from me, I'll switch any time he wants!" said a bitter Harry.

"No one is telling him anything! Tell him yourself. That is the only way it will be sorted." Evie told him.

"I'm not going to chase after him trying to make him understand! Once I've broken my neck and almost die he'll figure it out." He said far too loudly.

Evie smacked him on the back of the head.

"That's not funny Harry! Now, you know what we need to do right?"

"Yeah, give Ron a good-"

"No! Write to Sirius! He wants us to keep hi-"

"Come off it Evie! If we tell him what is going on he'll come charging straight into the castle! Do you want him to get caught?!"

"Well, I…no." Evie said taken aback by her brother's callousness.

"I won't be the reason he's caught." He said walking away.

"If he wants to sulk and be a git, fine. I'll tell Sirius." Evie hopped up and ran off toward the Owlery.

Dear Sirius,

You told us to keep you posted on what's going on at Hogwarts. You may have heard that the Triwizard Tournament has been brought back this year. Well, Saturday night Harry was picked as a fourth champion. No one knows who entered him, but Hermione and I have our suspicions. He's taking this pretty hard, and I don't know what to do. Hope you're okay and Buckbeak too!

-Evie

P.S. Don't come storming into the castle, Harry will never forgive us.

Evie managed to sneak over to a barn owl and attach her letter to it without Hedwig seeing. She and Hermione sneaked out and back up to the castle, but Evie was lost in her own head. Before she knew it she was standing alone outside of the portrait hole to the common room with no recollection of how she got there.

"Balderdash"

The common room was empty except for the Creevey brothers and Lee Jordan. Evie went to the couch and took the seat next to Lee. She needed a friendly face after everything that had happened since last night.

"Fred and George went looking for you." said Lee.

"Oh, thanks. I'll go find them then." She said bouncing up from the couch and walking away.

"This is why so many people don't like you two." He said. "You have to be in the spot light and you can't even admit it. You just show up and everything is about you."

Evie paused and processed what Lee had just said. She knew he was wrong, but she couldn't stop the tears from staining her cheeks. That was the second time that day that she had been told her family stole the spotlight, but it was the first time she felt attacked. But she pushed the lump rising in her throat down and turned to smile at Lee.

"See you later, Lee!" she said as cheerfully as she could manage.

Evie ran straight out of the common room to the one place she knew Fred would find her; the bathroom store. The minute she entered the disused bathroom she dissolved into tears. She sank to the floor against the wall and pulled her knees to her chest.

The room around her began to wash away. She couldn't believe people thought about her or Harry that way. She tried to stay in the background as much as possible, as did Harry. These things just happened to them! She wondered why it all happened to them, why He had come there that night. Why had Voldemort killed her parents and tried to kill Harry, but not her? She'd been dreaming of that night since her first week back. Each time it was the same as the flashback in class. Her parents trying to fight him off, those red eyes staring at her while he killed her mother. She shuddered as she thought about those eyes piercing into her very soul. The door opened then, and she saw the eyes of the only person in the world she wanted to see, Fred Weasley.

Fred had been looking for her all morning. He tried not to worry until he saw Harry storming back into the castle complaining to himself about how Evie just didn't get it. Fred knew she was scared for him, and here was evidence that they had just fought. George came running up to him then, late for their regrouping in the entrance hall.

"She's not in Myrtle's bathroom, nor is she in any of the classrooms on the second, third or fourth floors." Fred told him.

"I miss that map! I went to the common room and the Creevey brothers said Lee said something to her and she ran out." George said.

Fred thought about what his twin had just told him, Lee had said something to upset, Evie. Fred tried to understand why Lee had a problem, but for years he'd come up short of an answer. But if she was upset, there was only one place she'd be.

"I know where she'll be, the store!" he said. "She always goes there when she can't find us!"

Fred ran to the stairs and took them three at a time. He was running as fast as he could but he felt like he was getting no where. When he finally made it to the sixth floor and through the door to the disused bathroom that had been their store front for four years, he found her curled up against the wall crying and shaking.