As I followed Dumbledore, I didn't really focus on watching were I was walking, I had so many thoughts going through my head right now. Why did my name come out of the goblet? How did my name get put in the goblet? Who would put my name in? Why would they put my name in it? I'm not seventeen yet, so how could I get chosen? The thoughts flew around in my head, and before I knew it we had arrived to the champions room. The teachers were still arguing, but everyone got quiet when they saw me and Dumbledore.

- What is she doing here? Madame Maxime said.

- She, like Harry, has been chosen as a champion. Dumbledore said, calmly.

- She's what? Harry shouted, and glared at me with anger.

- Aw, Harry. Couldn't you be a little more happy about it? I said with sarcasm.

- The goblet of fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr Potter and Ms Lestrange has no choice. They both are, as of tonight, a triwizard champion. A man from the ministry said.

All the teachers looked at me and Harry. What am I gonna do? I'm fourteen, I'm not ready for this! I don't want to be a champion! I thought. But like he said, the goblet has a binding contract. Ugh. They sent us away to our dorms, as they continued arguing about it. When I started walking out of the room, someone grabbed my hand, which made me turn around.

- Lexi, did you put your name in the goblet? Viktor asked.

- No I didn't, that's why I don't understand how I got chosen. Someone old enough must have put my name in it. I said, trying to act calm.

- Apparently someone who wants you dead. I don't think someone who likes you would make you compete. People can die in this tournament Lexi, and everyone knows it. If I was you, I'd be on my watch. He said before he kissed my hand and leaved the room.

I thought about what Viktor had said, as I walked towards the Gryffindor common room. Maybe he was right? Maybe someone did want me dead? After all, I'm daughter to a death eater, who wouldn't want me dead? I know someone who doesn't like me, Harry. But he's to young to be able to put my name in the goblet, so it can't be him. Who is at least seventeen years old, and dislikes me? Ugh. I don't know.

I said the password and walked into the common room. As I had walked in, I saw Fred laying in one of the sofas, asleep. Why was he still down here? I smiled a little as I walked over to him. I looked around and grabbed the first blanket I saw and carefully put it over him. I bent down, and kissed him on the cheek. Wait, what am I doing? OMG! I thought before I quickly stood up and walked to my dorm as fast as possible. When I opened the door to my dorm I saw Hermione sleeping, so I quietly walked over to my bed and sat down. Why did I kiss him on the cheek? It was just the cheek, but still. Do I like him? I mean, he's nice, funny, caring, cute, handsome, protective and... And my best friend. Best friend. I'm his best friend, so why would he like me like I like him? Besides, I'm not good enough for him. Oh god. It's official. I, Lexi Lestrange, have fell in love with the one and only, Fred Weasley. I changed into my pajamas: .com/cgi/set?id=39410186 , before I layed down in my bed and put the covers over me. It didn't take long until I had fallen asleep.