SeanHicks4: For the record. I have seen these mistakes. If you didn't notice this story was originally started back in 2007. I was 14 years old. You can't expect much. And it's dificult to pick up on a story at the age of 20, when the plot was constructed by my crazy 14 year old mind. But I appriciate your honesty.

"It's a bloody shame that we have to be of age to put our name in the goblet," Michael Corner stated. "Lucky you mate!" He patted Cedric on the back.

"If I hear my name called tomorrow... I don't what I'll do," Diggory grinned.

"Well," Michael paused in thought. "Considering it's a dangerous competition, and you could - ya know die. I suggest that the first thing you should do is smash on some fire whiskey; then get laid."

"I don't need to be distracted by scarlet women right now, " he said very seriously.

Michael and Cedric stopped walking and looked at each other blankly. Then burst out laughing.

"That was a good one Cedric," Michael countered. "You scared me for a moment there though. I was worried you were implying that you were gay."

Cedric waked him on the back of the head, laughing. Then something caught his eye. "I don't reckon anyone can be gay with them around," he gasped point to the swarm of Veelas bustling around the corridors.

They stared at creatures longingly.

Michael broke the silence. "I'm going to have to start taking cold showers every ruddy morning."

X

Ginny thought it'd be a lovely day to take a walk around they lake. She took a break under the shade of a nearby tree and retrieved a book from her bag. She flipped to the first blank page and started drawing the scene around her. It was the same book her mother had brought to her while she was in St. Mungo's. Thinking back on the day she awoke in the hospital; she blushed fiercely. Harry almost got her hands on this book; if he would have succeeded in opening it, he would have found countless drawings. Some of her family, her friends, and - well, Harry. Sketches of Harry playing quidditch back at the burrow, Harry sitting with Ron and Hermione, Harry when she first saw him at platform nine and three quarters, and Harry... defeating the dreadful basilisk while she lay lifeless on the floor of the chamber. She sat there; consumed in her thoughts of the past, and what was to come this year at Hogwarts. "I have a bad feeling," Ginny murmured to herself solemnly.

"What is it Gin Gin?" A voice called not far behind her. If she wasn't so content on drowning herself in her own thoughts, she would have heard the footsteps a long while ago.

"George," She replied without turning around. "Where's your other half?"

George walked around the tree and sat down in the grass in front of her. "With Angela," he smirked.

Ginny looked up from her sketch. "Awe, lonely Georgie missing his brother?" she winked. "Too bad you can't share girlfriend's, I'm sure Angela wouldn't notice."

George snorted, "Yeah maybe, if not for that prank I pulled on Fred last year leaving a scar on his left shoulder."

"Unfortunate," Ginny giggled.

"So, what was that about you having a bad feeling?" he perked.

"It's nothing," she sighed. Looking down she continued her drawing, but was barley paying attention to movements of her hands, or the face of a man she had began to picture in her head.

"Come on, Gin," George said nudging her knee. "You always confide to me and Fred about this stuff." He paused for a moment, "We've been watching you the past couple of weeks. It looks like you're not getting any sleep lately. Are the nightmares back? The ones from that night the dark mark was conjured?"

"It's not just that," she paused from her drawing, looking up at George. "I've been thinking about this ever since they announced Hogwarts would be hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament. "She took a deep breath, "It's - It's Malfoy."

George stiffened, then his eye twitched a little. "Has he said something to you? Cause I've been looking for an excuse to murder Malfoy ever sense I first saw the little bugger."

"No," Ginny remarked putting her hands up to calm him. "It's nothing he's said recently, It's what he said at the World Cup. Do you remember?"

"I don't know.." George pondered, "Something about being an ugly, twitchy, little git?" Ginny raised her eyebrows. "So, I'm right?"

"No," Ginny rolled her eyes before speaking again. "He was giving us a warning about saying the wrong things to the wrong people... And then preceded to say it was going to be an interesting year."

Fred stared at her expectantly.

"And he may have mentioned something about being an ugly, twitchy, little git," she finished.

"I knew it!" George exclaimed, punching his fist in the air. Ginny held back a laugh.

"My point is, I think Malfoy knew the Tournament would be hosted here," she stated.

"Of course he knew Ginny," George remarked. "His father works at the ministry. Our dad knew about it too," he added.

"I know, but... It's not just that he knew it was going to happen. He was giving Harry a warning about it. That's what worries me. I feel like there something else going on," Ginny rambled.

"Gin -Ginny. Relax," George said, patting her shoulders. "Honestly, It's Draco. He was just being..."

"An ugly, twitchy, git," Ginny finished. "I know."

George grinned. "Honestly you worry too much Gin-Gin," George reassured her. "Anyways, I best be off. I can't be late for potions again. Snape will kill me."

"Right.." Ginny trailed off. "See ya."

"Yeah," George gave her a peculiar look before moving. "Get some more sleep would ya? You're scary lookin' when you're tired."

Ginny was so close to drawing her wand and bat-boogey hexing him right there. Which would have also caused him to be late to potions. Which means Snape would have killed him. How tempting.

Sensing her thoughts, George ran.

"You better run you wanker!" Ginny called after him.

"Love you too, sis!" He called back before disappearing.

Ginny couldn't help but laugh. Her brothers may be pain in the arse. But she adored them. Even Percy.

Okay, maybe not Percy.

Ginny sat there, still feeling worried even after her talk with George. Their talks usually cheered her up but -

Ginny stopped in mid-thought, looking down at what she was drawing.

She didn't know how long she stared, wide-eyed and in shock. But the minutes felt like hours.

There along the parchment was a figure of a boy. From first glance, anyone would think it was a sketch of Harry. But, Ginny knew better.

Sitting in her lap, staring darkly up at her; was a drawing of Tom Riddle.

X

"Can you imagine- Being the next Tri-Wizard champion? How amazing," Ron spurted anxiously. "It'd be like a dream come true, right Harry?"

"Honestly, Ron. Even if I could enter the Tournament, I wouldn't," Harry admitted.

"You're bloody mad," Rod stated.

"No, I'm not -" Harry replied defensively. "I just... I already have everything I could ever want. Besides living at the Dursley's during the summer, my life is pretty much set."

"What about -" Ron began to say something about Sirius, but Harry cut him off.

"And that too of course," Harry finished quickly. "As soon as I'm of age, the first thing I'm doing is proving Sirius's innocence," he whispered quietly.

Ron went to say something else, but then Harry spotted Ginny Weasley walking through the corridor in a daze. She was paler than usual, and... looked frightened as hell. The last time Harry saw her like that was -

"Look Ron I got to go, I'll talk to you later."

He left behind a very confused Ron to catch up with the youngest Wealsey of the bunch. Harry wasn't sure why he didn't just tell Ron that Ginny looked upset. He would want to know what was wrong with her too; he's her brother. But, the idea didn't occur to Harry at the time. Strange.

"Ginny," He called. She stopped for second, then appeared to start walking faster than before.

Harry pushed through the other students until he finally got close enough to grab her arm and turn her to face him. "Didn't you hear me calling you?" He asked bluntly.

Ginny just stared at the floor. "Harry, I'm going to be late for class," she muttered.

"You don't have class at this time," Harry replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Ginny looked up at him oddly, "How -"

Harry felt his cheeks grow hot. "I - Er... I've seen you the past couple days walking around the lake during this time," Harry explained. "Sorry." He wasn't sure why he was apologizing, but it seemed appropriate for some reason.

"Oh," was all Ginny said; not sure how to respond. She looked at him curiously.

"So," Harry continued awkwardly. "Are you okay? You seem upset..."

" Well I -" Ginny paused for a long moment. "I'm fine. Just being paranoid I think," she said unconvincingly.

Harry studied her, waiting for a real answer.

"Harry," Ginny began quietly. "You're not going to try to find a way to put your name in that Goblet are you?"

Harry was perplexed by this. It was random for Ginny to be thinking he would try such a thing. "Of course not. That's the last thing I want to do."

"Good," was all Ginny Weasley said before disappearing in a crowd of students.

X

"Harry Potter!"

He froze in place. This can't be happening.

"Harry!" Dumbledore called again.

"Harry get up," Hermione hissed, grabbing his collar pushing him forward.

Harry looked at her, pleadingly. Hermione looked as frightened as he felt.

Everyone was watching; whispering, and glaring. Even Ron looked like he wanted to kill him.

He was going to puke.

He really was this time.

Right on Dumbledore's cloke.

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