After dinner on Saturday, Professor Dumbledore rearranged the tables in the Great Hall for the champion selection. Our normal seats had been moved to make way for the goblet, so we took refuge on a set of bleachers on the side of the hall. I took a seat to Harry's left, a girl I've never noticed before to mine. She was tall, slender, and had a modest figure. Her eyes were the palest shade of blue I've ever seen, so pale they were almost gray. Her long hair almost glowed it was so blonde. She turned to me, sensing I was looking at her.

"Hi, I'm Stephanie," I introduced. She looked at me for a second before replying.

"Oh, right. Sage's sister," she replied. Before I could asker her how she knew, she added, "I'm in the same house and year. You two also have the same face. Your eyes are also similar. Although hers are brown and yours-"

"Are blue," I said for her. "Sometimes that's the only way people can tell us apart. It's really weird when people come up to you and start staring at you like this," I bugged my eyes out and stared at her until it was obviously awkward, "and then start talking to you." She bit her lip to stifle a laugh, but couldn't hold it when I started laughing too.

"I'm Riley, by the way," she added with a smile. I returned her smile, about to say something else, but jumped from my seat when Dumbledore shouted to the school.

"And now the moment you've all been waiting for! The champion selection!" He turned around and pointed to all of the lit lanterns above, dimming them one by one. He approached the goblet slowly, the blue flames flickering. The Hall was filled with a luminous red light as the goblet spit out the first name., The charred parchment floated back down, Dumbledore picking it out of the air.

"The Durmstrang champion is…Viktor Krum!" The Hall roared with applause, mostly from the Durmstrang boys and some of his fan girls. Krum rose from the Slytherin table and walked towards Dumbledore, took his name, and walked confidently to the back room off the Hall.

Once the noise had died down and the attention was back on the goblet, Dumbledore turned back and circled it while he waited for the next name. The flames turned a bright red and shot out another piece of parchment. This one landed daintily in Dumbledore's hand.

"The champion form Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" The Hall burst into another fit of applause as the belle fille française (that's right! Cower in fear you très stupide persone qui parlent l'espanol. J'ai perdu la partie! (: J'adore le français!) gracefully walked up to Dumbledore and took her name.

Once the Hall was yet again quiet of applause and the clicks of Fleur's heels, Dumbledore turned back tot the goblet for a third time. Ha, now time for something that's actually applicable to me. I mean, not like anyone I really know entered, but hey, I'd like someone reasonable to represent me and my school. The goblet shot out a third and final name in red flames, leaving the whole school inb suspense. Dumbldore grabbed the parchment like it was caught up in a tether (Come oooon! Ministry of Magic reference! House Song! Does anybody ever get my quirky quotes and allusions? No? Well then, don't come back and read my fanfic till you're up to speed….no wait! Come back! Don't leave…), and read the name over before speaking.

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!" For the third time the Hall exploded with applause, this time the loudest of them all. Cedric stood up and began to walk forward, but kept getting held up by students shaking his hands, patting him on the back, hugging him, or even trying to kiss him. Even over all that noise, I could still hear Sage who had stood up on her seat, not too far from where Cedric had been, screaming her bloody lungs out.

Minutes or so later when the Hall was fully silenced, Dumbledore turned back to address the rest of the schools.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory, the Triwizard Cup!" Dumbledore shouted, turning around to point at a covered object. As he pointed to it the cover was removed, leaving a glimmering crystal cup. The Hall cheered again, relishing in the beauty of the cup. Oh good, bedtime, I thought., I turned back to face the front and noticed Professor Snape staring at something while slowly moving forward. I followed his gaze and looked at the goblet in confusion. The flames were flickering madly and had turned a darker shade of red than before. The rest of the school slowly noticed something wasn't right and all became silent. Dumbledore, noticing the unusual behavior of the students, turned around and started at the goblet.

"D'you know what's happening?" I whispered leaning into Harry. He turned to me and shrugged uncertainly. I took his hand, knowing something bad was about to happen. He squeezed it, sensing the same thing. The flames erupted so bright it was blinding. When I looked back, a fourth piece of parchment was falling from the sky. Dumbledore grabbed it slowly, looking at it with curiosity. He read whatever was on the paper and whispered to himself its contents.

"Harry Potter," he said, almost unsure of himself. If I hadn't been hit with a sudden severe case of numbness, I would have felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall look at us. The only person who wasn't looking at Harry was himself, who was looking at me. I wasn't sure, but it looked like a flicker of fear crossed his face. I wanted to say something, like 'what the bloody hell is going on? Why the bloody hell did your name come out of the goblet? What's going to happen? You can't possibly be a champion, can you? Please tell me what the bloody hell is happening!' but I couldn't. My mouth had dried up making it hard to talk. Even if my mouth wasn't dry, I wouldn't have been able to breathe.

"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore shouted, getting aggravated. Hermione, who had been sitting behind us, told Harry he had to get up, that he couldn't sit here forever. She pushed him so he was standing and pushed him forward (ho! That's just for you, Sarah/Riley. And for Melinda, but like she's ever gonna read my fanfic. And if you are reading this Melinda….I love you! Ajajafaja! (: And if you're neither of these people…just ignore me). Still holding my hand, he began walking forward until my arm wouldn't reach anymore and his hand fell out of my grasp. He walked slowly almost as in a trance to Dumbledore. All around people began whispering like mad, accusing him of entering himself. Well what if he- no! That's ridiculous! I thought, shaking my head. Harry would never, ever, ever enter himself. Or would he? No! He wouldn't! But…I'll ask him myself the next time I see him…whenever that could be. I looked back up just in time to see Harry slip into the back room, the door shutting behind him. Every student turned to one another and began talking about what had just happened. Apparently now that Harry was out of ear shot, it didn't matter who heard. I tried to keep tears out of my eyes as people began saying terrible, horrible things about Harry. It felt like people were throwing knives at me. Dumbledore looked around, unsure of what to do next. He silenced everyone and told them to return to their houses. I was so out of it, I didn't notice any of this happening until Riley nudged me.

"Stephanie? Are you okay?" she asked. I stared at the floor in front of me, searching for an answer or at least a response. I turned to her and stared, just gaping.

"Come on, Riley," a Hufflepuff girl said, grabbing her wrist, "you don't want to be hanging out with Potter's girlfriend." She tried dragging her with her, but Riley escaped so her wrist was free.

"Why on earth not? It's not like Harry would enter himself," Riley said looking from her friend to me. Wow, I just met this girl and she's already defending Harry for me, I thought, smiling faintly at her.

"Oh please. We all know he did it. Even she knows," she said gesturing to me, "and if she thinks he's innocent then they must not be that close as everyone thinks." This time she pulled Riley up out of her seat and down the Hall. I stood up slowly and tried to avoid everyone's eyes as I made my way back to the Common Room. That proved to be a difficult task. While I tried to avoid everyone while I walked back, everyone else seemed to have targeted me to insult me and be mean.

I finally reached the Common Room what seemed like hours later. As soon I entered the portrait I was bombarded by a swarm of people all cheering and smiling.

"Congratulations, Steph! I can't believe Harry did it! How on earth did he do it? Y'know, without getting a beard and all," Fred cheered while he, George, and Lee Jordan pulled me into a group hug. I stood their awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I scanned the Common Room for anyone, Ron, Hermione, Jennifer, Parker, anyone to get me out of this. All around people were cheering and eating. There were bowls of food and chips set out everywhere and mugs of butterbeer. Someone had dug up a Gryffindor banner and had hung it up over the room. I couldn't believe that all these people thought that Harry had actually entered into the Tournament himself. I mean I knew a few people might think that, but not the majority of Gryffindor.

"I think I'll just go wait for Harry o-over here," I said, shrugging myself out of their grasp. I pushed myself through crowds of people till I finally made it to the staircase. I turned around searching for any one of my friends one last time, before giving up and retreating to my dorm. I quickly changed into some pjs and laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling. I probably should have stay down and waited for Harry. Lord only knows what he was going through. I wanted to be there for him, but I needed to be alone to think things over first. My mind was such a jumbled mess I wasn't even sure where to start!

How about simple? Did Harry enter himself? No! Absolutely not! At least we got that figured out. But…since he didn't legitimately enter would they allow him compete? I dunno. The goblet seems to posses some serious magic mojo, those old wizards might not let him back out. Well…if they didn't let him back out then what kind of horrible tasks would he have to face? I don't know if I could handle watching Harry fight for his life while I sat in the bleachers eating popcorn. But what was I suppose to do? Go in and battle with him? If he happened to…get seriously hurt or w-worse, I'd feel like it was all my fault. That I'd been lounging in the audience while he lost his life and I'd done nothing to protect the one that I loved.

Whoa! What did I just say? I loved him? Where on earth did that come from? I mean…yes he's my boyfriend…and I really like him, but…did I love him? We've only been dating for three months, was that rushing things if I said I loved him?

Before I could answer myself, I heard the dormitory door open and a few girls came walking in chattering away. I quickly turned over in my bed and hiding my face. I quickly put in my headphones not wanting to hear whatever, good or bad, they had to say about Harry right now. Within minutes I feel silently asleep.

I opened my eyes wearily, the morning light shinning in. I shifted in bed slightly, sitting myself up. I was surprised to find one headphone still in, my iPod lying on the bed. I sat up rubbing my eyes, starting to remember the night before.

We were in the Great all at the champion selection. The Durmstrang champion was…Krum. Oh boy, Ron would be happy with that. That French girl…Fleur was the Beauxbatons champion (obviously). And Cedric had been chosen as the Hogwarts champion. Sage would be very pleased with that. Then that was it, right? We went back to the Common Room and talked about the tasks ahead, homework, how we thought the champions would do, right? Me, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, maybe even Jennifer and Parker. Am I right or am I wrong? I was wrong. Sadly I couldn't even fool myself into believing that lie. That nothing else had happened. That Harry, my Harry, my boyfriend's name had mysteriously come out of the goblet.

"I have to talk to Harry," I said to myself. I whipped the covers off flinging myself outta bed. I looked around noticing no one else was in here. I threw on some clothes and made my way down to the Common Room. As I did, I noticed it too was fairly empty. I continued down to the Great Hall in hopes of finding Harry. Along the way, I received glares from people I knew, barely knew, and had never bloody seen before in my life.

I walked into the Great Hall, a few people every few feet. I scanned the Gryffindor table, spotting Ron alone. Where in the bloody hell could Harry be? Or Hermione for that matter? I walked up next to him and stopped, noticing more people staring at me.

"Hey, Ron. Do you have any idea where Harry is?" I asked. It appeared as though Ron clenched his fists and maybe even gritted his teeth before answering.

"No," he said bitterly. "Nor could I ever care." He continued eating not once looking at me.

"Uhm, okay…" I said furrowing my eyebrows. What crawled up your arse and died?

"I think him and Hermione went outside," Jennifer said a few feet down the table. I turned and smiled at her gratefully. She looked back at me with a mixture of concern and pity. I turned and walked back outside in search of my best friend and boyfriend. Sure enough minutes later, I spotted Harry and Hermione sitting a short ways away under a tree.

"Harry!" I called out to him as I came closer. He turned around looking for who had called his name. Once he realized it was me he got to his feet quickly. He started towards me, but stopped and looked at me, uncertain. I stopped in front of him, feeling like my breathing was become shallower. We stood there for a few seconds awkwardly, Hermione now standing behind him. I flung myself towards him suddenly, pulling him into a tight hug. I felt my body relax as he wrapped his arms around me. My breathing, however, had not returned to normal.

"Stephanie," he said quietly into my hair. We stood there for a few seconds just relishing in each other.

"Harry. I'm so glad you're alright," I began still holding onto Harry. "I was worried about you."

"What did you think would happen to me over night?" Harry asked sarcastically pulling back, still holding my hands.

"I…I dunno. You might have spontaneously combust or…or something!" I said quickly.

"Actually," Harry said, chuckling to himself, "I'm surprised half the school or more didn't attempt to murder me last night."

"That's why I was so worried. It was awful last night. After you went into the back room with the other champions and the professors. Everyone began accusing you and saying really awful things about you. People were either furious that you had cheated the system or ecstatic because you cheated the system," I said, recalling last nights events. "I can't even believe that people would think that."

"Wait. So…you're saying you believe me? That I didn't put my name in myself," Harry asked looking at me.

"What kind of person do you think I am?" I asked hitting his arm playfully. "Of course I believe you. Who in their right mind wouldn't?"

"That big, swollen-headed stiff-"Harry began grumpily. (Yaaay! Okay, I don't think anyone would get that one. It's okay, I don't expect them to. It's more for me (: It's a quote from Annie Get Your Gun, which happened to be our school's musical this past winter. I originally wrote this part at that time, so it was all up in my mind.)

"You mean your best friend?" Hermione interjected.

"Ron?" I asked confused. "Why on earth would he be upset?"

"He's jealous. Harry's always in the spotlight. Whether he wants to be or not," Hermione explained.

"Definitely not," Harry said. "Look, if Ron's always jealous of the attention I don't want, we won't be so keen when I wind up with a broken neck or d-"

"Harry!" Hermione and I gasped at once. Hermione and Harry carried on their conversation, but I, however, totally zoned out. My heart had dropped down around my knee's, a rubber band feeling around my lungs. I couldn't even imagine seeing Harry seriously injured.

"Stephanie? Stephanie!" Hermione shouted.

"Huh? I asked, snapping out of my delusions.

"Are you okay? You…eh kinda zoned out there," Hermione said.

"Ya, ya. I'm fine," I said, rubbing my temples.

"Well…alright. I'm going to go one up to the library (really…again? Gosh Hermione). I'm guessing you two will-"

"Stay here," harry and I said together. We looked at each other, smiling faintly. We said goodbye to each other as Hermione left us alone.

"How 'bout a walk?" Harry asked, turning to me.

"Love to," I said quietly taking his hand. We started walking in the opposite direction that I had come oh so long ago. We walked in silence for a few minutes. I couldn't keep my mind from wandering to Harry. Not just him, but imagining him lying on the ground bruised and broken. Just lying there like a rag doll…

"Are you sure you're alright?" Harry asked stopping under a tree by the lake.

"Ya, I'm fine," I lied, not looking him in the eye.

"Please, Stephanie. You know you can tell me anything," he said, grabbing my other hand and squeezing them both. I bit my bottom lip, looking at the ground.

"Please," he repeated, pulling me closer. I looked up into his eyes, my heart fluttering. I looked back down and sighed.

"It's just," I started, pulling him down so we were sitting against the tree. "I'm…I'm…scared."

"Scared?" Harry echoed.

"For you. I mean, this is a tournament people die in. It might be different if you had entered on your own behalf. But you didn't. Someone did this to you. Someone wants you to…to…"

"Die." I looked up at him, his face full of emotions. I was sitting right next to him, but it felt like we were a thousand miles away. My bottom lip trembled slightly, causing the rest of my body to shake. I rested my head on Harry's chest as he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me.

"It'll be alright, Steph," he said quietly.

"How do we know that? I don't mean to be pessimistic, but…how do we know you won't…won't" I paused again. Harry pulled back slowly and took my chin in his hand.

"As long as I have you by my side I'll be alright. We'll be alright. Okay?" I nodded shakily and smiled. He pulled me in for a gentle kiss sending shivers up and down my spine. I lied my head on his chest and his on top of mine when we broke apart. He wrapped his arms back around me pulling me close. I couldn't help but notice how perfect I seemed to fit into his arms. We were like two puzzle pieces. Not like a kid trying to make two pieces that obviously didn't fit together work. Or even two pieces that kinda fit, but still didn't fully. We fit like two pieces that the manufacturer made fit together. Or so it seemed to me. I took in a breath, inhaling Harry's wonderful scent.

Could I love Harry? I don't even know exactly what love is. I've liked other guys before, but Harry's the first guy I've ever like liked, let alone my first boyfriend. How can I even tell if I love him? Gah! I'm so confused! Maybe I should ask my aunts for help. They should know all about love and that junk. I'll remember to ask one of them the next time I see them.

"Hey…I think I'm gonna go up to the Owlery and send Sirius a letter. About…y'know. What's going on. Wanna come?" Harry asked bringing me back to reality.

"Sure. I can orb us up to your dormitory if you need some paper," I offered. He nodded and stood up, helping me up too. I grabbed his hand and orbed us from the breezy grounds into the slightly warmer boys dorm. I looked around as Harry searched his school bag for some parchment and thankfully found it empty. I didn't want to run into anymore people who were acting like Ron. I'm sure he's not the worst one out there. Harry returned to my side grabbing my hand. I orbed us out and to the Owlery, instantly smelling the mixture of owls and poop.

"Hey, Harry. Do you mind if I borrow some parchment? I think I'm gonna send a letter to my aunts," I asked turning to him. He nodded, pulled out a few pieces and handed them to me. I smiled and walked off to a corner to find Anthea. I didn't really need to write anything, I just wanted to get these thoughts out of my head before I exploded.

Before I had to walk to far my gray owl dropped in front of me, a little sophronitis in her claws. I opened my hand so I could catch it as she opened her claws to drop it. I smiled to myself as I looked down at the orange tropical flower, wondering again where in the world she finds these flowers. I orbed a quill into my hand and started writing a quick letter.

Dear Piper, Phoebe, and Prue,

I know I don't usually write you letters…or tell when I'm coming home…but I need some serious help. Things have gotten a bit out of control here. Don't know if you know about the supposedly famous 'Triwizard Tournament', I didn't. Well anyways, there are only suppose to be three champions, hence the term 'tri'… I should just get to the point. Harry's name mysteriously got entered into the Tournament and now he has to compete. But the champions are suppose to be over 17. He's only 14 and he happens to be the fourth champion. We have no idea what's going on, but everyone pretty much hates him thinking he entered himself. He didn't. I really need to talk to someone about…stuff. If someone could be home Saturday…I'd be really grateful. I think that's all. I'll talk to you guys or someone Saturday.

Stephanie

I folded my letter and stuffed it into an envelope. I addressed it before turning back to Anthea and handing her the letter. I watched her fly away before turning back to Harry. I watched him struggle to give Hedwig his letter, getting nipped in the process, before she finally took it and flew off. He stood up slowly, examined his finger, and turned back towards me.

"You okay?" I asked curiously.

"I dunno," he sighed. "First Ron's mad at me and now Hedwig. Is there anyone who doesn't hate me?"

"I know at least one," I said with a small smile. Harry returned my smile before pulling me into a hug. Hmm…maybe this really could be love.