It had been a week and we were all sitting in the Great Hall after dinner. Dumbledore dimmed the lights and told us about the selection process for the Triwizard Tournament. Then the process began and the first chosen was Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion. The next was Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons Champion. Then was Cedric Diggory, the Hogwarts champion. We assumed everything was done, but oh how wrong we were. As Dumbledore was making his closing speech the Goblet turned red and flared up, spitting out another name. "Harry Potter? HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore screamed.

"That's you." I whispered to my younger brother, nudging him up and out of his seat. He stepped forward and was ushered into the back room. The rest of the school had no idea what to make of the ordeal. It was sudden and unexpected but somehow, I knew Harry didn't do this.

Later that night I was sitting in my bed reading a book when I heard tapping at my window. "Who's owl is that?" asked Angelina.

"It's mine; now go back to making yourself throw up and screwing other people's boyfriends." I replied disdainfully, I truly do hate her. She just scowled and stormed off as I opened the window and pulled the owl in. It really wasn't my owl I just didn't want her near me. I pulled the letter off of its foot and gave it a treat from the bag hanging near the window. I examined the letter to find my name scrawled on the front. Well that worked out. I slipped the letter under my pillow and curled up to wait for the other girls to fall asleep. When all was still I grabbed the letter and snuck to the common room to read it. I had a feeling it was a reply from Sirius. I curled up by the fire to read and opened the letter noiselessly.

Dear Violet,

It was certainly nice to hear that you aren't dead as I had suspected. I know that isn't a great way to start a letter to someone you haven't talked to in thirteen years, but I was under the impression you had been killed that night. I'm glad you remember me and had a good childhood. I remember Todd and Teresa from school and they are good people and I'm glad they were there for you when I couldn't be. As for that Weasley boy, I can't believe he was stupid enough to cheat on you. I know Molly and Arthur and they would never raise their son to do that. I have to say from the way you sound through your letters, you act a lot like your father most of the time, but when you care about people, you are very much like your mother. It may come as a shock to you but I can tell. Lilly and James were my best friends and I am very glad I still have you and Harry. Oh please do tell your brother not to send Hedwig anymore. She's too recognizable and it's too dangerous with the Ministry searching letters now.

Love Always,

Sirius

I smiled at the letter. It was good to talk to him after all this time. I really missed him, and some days I just wondered what life would have been like if that vile Peter Pettigrew wouldn't have sold my parents to Voldemort.

Sometime during the night I had dozed off because the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by Harry and it was four in the morning. "Morning Harry, sleep well?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"No, I didn't get to sleep until shortly after midnight because the boys in my dorm want to know how I tricked the cup. I didn't trick the bloody cup, I don't want eternal glory!" he said flying off the handle.

"I believe you."

"…and I really don't want the competition and the danger of it all and… Wait you believe me?"

"Yes, I believe you. I don't think you would go to such extreme measures and you already have eternal glory, you're the "BOY WHO LIVED", remember? Now Fred and George I expected it from because well let's be honest here, they're Fred and George. I know you wouldn't do this and I am your first recruit to find out who put your name in that cup and why."

"Thank you Vi, Thank you so much."

"Hey, what are big sisters for other than nagging?" I asked making him smile. I pulled him into a hug and we just sat up for a while. It was good being back with my brother again. I was back into the swing of things and ready to do well in my classes.

Over the next few months Harry and I did our best to figure out what was going on. Hermione and I were part of the select few who weren't mad at Harry but it went fine. Harry figured out the first task would be dragons because Ron found out and got Hagrid to show him. If you ask me Ron should just own up to being wrong and apologize. As the first task drew nearer I became more and more nervous for Harry. I would do anything to keep him safe and I really felt helpless because there was nothing I could do.

Soon it was the day of the first task. I was asked to stand up for Harry I the champions tent as Professor Dumbledore couldn't chose between the two and Cedric wanted his dad there. As we were waiting for Mr. Crouch, Mr. Diggory began speaking to me. "You look familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?"

"Yes, I was at the Quidditch World Cup." I said looking around.

"I must've seen you there, who are you here representing?"

"Harry Potter, I'm his sister, Violet."

"You're Violet Potter. Everyone thought you were dead."

"Yeah, I didn't die. I went to a neighbor's and they took me in and we moved to America, that's where I grew up. I transferred here last year."

"Ahhh, well it was nice meeting you, Violet. It looks like they're about to start."

We joined the group each "sponsor" standing behind their contestant. As Mr. Crouch made his speech. Each champion reached into the bag to select their dragon. Harry received the Hungarian Horntail. He looked worried. "Harry don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll do fine. Just believe you can do it and it'll happen alright. Just don't worry. I have to go now, but I love you and I'm sure everything will be just fine." I'm not quite sure if I was trying to reassure Harry or reassure myself. I left the tent and took my place in the stands with Ron and Hermione. As each contestant competed, I got more and more nervous for Harry. Soon it was his turn to come out. The dragon wasn't there right away and so being Harry and not thinking, he went for the egg and was almost cremated alive. Soon he was helplessly stranded behind a rock while Hermione screamed, "Your wand, Harry, your wand!" and I screamed, "Use the bloody wand you freaking idiot." Yeah I'm not that considerate. Harry summoned his broom and took the fight with the dragon out of the stadium. "That didn't look good." I said stating the obvious.

After Harry made it back without the dragon and got the egg, we all broke out into cheers. We decided to have a party in the Gryffindor Common Room and I decided that Hermione and the others could have some time with Harry so I congratulated him and found a corner to sit by myself. "Hey stranger." I heard after a while of silence. I looked up to see none other than Fred Weasley.

"Hi."

"You haven't talked to me in weeks and all you can say is 'hi', what's up with you?"

"Sorry that my greeting wasn't up to your standards. I haven't talked to you because I haven't had time between school work and classes, oh not to mention my 14 year old brother doesn't get killed in a competition designed for 17 year olds." I said slightly snobby-ish.

"Merlin, cool the attitude please. I was just trying to see what was wrong with my…" Fred trailed off.

"That's right Fred, what am I to you? I'm not your girlfriend and from the way things have been going obviously you haven't considered me as a friend. Am I an acquaintance? Am I someone you met? Have you forgotten me all together? What am I?" I said my voice growing in volume.

"I don't know what you are to me! All I know is that we would still be together if you hadn't over reacted at the beginning of this year! You've made my life so difficult, Violet."

"Like you would know what difficult is. You had parents to raise you. You aren't an orphan and you aren't reminded of it every day when you look into the mirror and hear the phrase echoing over and over, 'You have your mother's eyes, but you act like your father'. You know what your parents are like and I barely remember. Now I have a little brother to protect and the fact that he could be killed in this useless competition doesn't make protecting him any easier. In fact I don't have it half as difficult as Harry does. So I really can't grasp why you're complaining, Fred, really I can't." I screamed, my voice breaking at the end. My eyes welled up with tears and I had to fight to keep them from falling. I turned and calmly walked into my dormitory and curled in the bathroom. I locked the door and finally let the tears spill. I cried for all of the times I wondered what my parents were really like, for the times I wondered how my life would have been different if that sniveling joke of a human being hadn't sold my parents out to Voldemort, and for every time my heart broke watching Fredrick Gideon Weasley walk by without a care in the world. After 15 minutes of silent sobs racking my body I got up and looked in the mirror. I looked at my reflection and I couldn't take it anymore. In a fit of anger I raised my fist and punched out the mirror. The glass sliced through my skin and the pain was a release. I didn't realize how badly I was bleeding until it was too late. My vision grew fuzzier by the second and I passed out as I heard the door being broken down. I smiled at the pair of shoes I could barely see and slipped into blackness.

I woke up in the hospital wing. I had been out for two days and they thought I had lost too much blood. I woke up and saw Harry, Taylor, and Timmy. They all hugged me and told me they were glad I was alright. They also mentioned a certain red headed demon tried to get in to see me but being as they had told Madame Pomfrey that I had been upset because of him, he was unsuccessful. I had no idea how the rest of the year would turn out but I was pretty sure that it would be as equally screwed up as the first two months had been.