DISCLAIMER: I own none of the Harry Potter characters. But my friend Carrie says that she's got them tied up in her closet...LET THE TWINS GO!! You can keep Draco...

Chapter 11

Harry's Perspective

Fred tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the table in front of Cam and I.

"Thought you might like to see what rubbish that Skeeter woman wrote about you." He shrugged.

"Thanks, but I don't think that I'd like to read about my eyes 'glistening with the ghosts of my past'." Cam mumbled.

Fred and George laughed. "I guess that we should leave you two to your twinly business." They walked up to their dormitories.

"What do you suppose Sirius meant by talking face-to-face?" Cam asked me once they were out of earshot.

"I dunno, but I think that he's going to have a hard time getting into the castle…" I replied.

Before I knew it, Cam had picked up the Daily Prophet.

A large headline hit me right in the face. "Teenage Tragedy: The Potter Twins and the Triwizard Cup".

The high-pitched voice of Rita Skeeter filled the room.

"Harry and Camelot Potter, age 12, suspect entrants in the Triwizard Tournament. Their eyes swimming with the ghosts of their past and choking back tears-"

I tore the newspaper away from Cam's hands angrily and balled it up. I tossed it into the fireplace. Then, I noticed the fire hissed. Like it was talking to me.

"Cam…" I beckoned her over.

It hissed yet again, and this time, a face came through the embers.

"Sirius? How-?" Cam asked him, her face alive with awe.

"I don't have much time, so let me get straight to it. Did you, or did you not put your names into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No!" Cam and I both shot back, annoyed.

"I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort. But who was the third man in the room?"

"I don't know." I replied.

"Camelot?"

"I don't know either."

"You didn't hear a name?"

I shook my head. "But…Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important."

"And what was that?"

"He wanted…us." Cam said incredulously. "I don't know why, but he was going to use his man to get to Harry and me."

"But, it was only a dream, right?" I asked.

"Yes, it's just a dream. Look, Harry, Cam, the Death Eaters at the World Cup, your names rising from that Goblet, these are not just coincidences! Hogwarts isn't safe anymore!"

"What are you saying?" Cam was beginning to panic.

"I'm saying, the devils are inside the walls! Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater. And no one, no one stops being a Death Eater. Then there's Barty Crouch. Heart of stone. Sent his own son to Azkaban!"

I heard a door open and shut upstairs, and my heart began to race. "Do you think one of them put our names in the goblet?"

"I haven't a clue who put your names in that goblet, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament!"

Cam was nearly to the point of having a panic attack.

"We're not ready for this, Sirius! Cam, she's not going to be able to…" I said, putting my arms around her.

"You don't have a choice!"

I suddenly heard footsteps, and I turned around, seeing a shadow cast on the staircase.

"Someone's coming!" Cam hissed, pulling me backwards onto the couch.

"Keep your friends close, both of you!"

I turned around in time to see…Ron. "Who were you talking to?"

"Oh, so we're not allowed to have a conversation without someone thinking we're loony?" I retorted sharply.

"No, I heard another voice besides yours." Ron insisted.

"Maybe you're imagining things. Wouldn't be the first time." Cam muttered.

"You're probably just practicing for your next interview, I expect." He mumbled.

"Git." Cam said when he was out of earshot and back upstairs.

I rushed back to the fireplace, but Sirius was gone.

I carried Cam back upstairs, because she was still in shock.

Something bad was going to happen. I knew it.

"Amazing!" Neville said, looking at the numerous plants in his hands. "Amazing!"

"Neville?" I asked.

He looked up.

"You're doing it again."

"Oh, right. Sorry." He mumbled.

I went back to looking at the books he had with him. "Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs"?

"Yeah, Moody gave it to me, that day we had tea."

I looked over at Cam. She must have still been in shock. Her face was pale white, and she was rocking back and forth with a heavy, woolen blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Fred and George had both been so worried that they had let her wear their Christmas jumpers. But she was still shivering.

I noticed Neville waving, and I turned around to see Ginny, Ron, and Hermione walking down the hill.

"Look, it's already been through enough people, why don't you just go talk to them yourself?" Hermione hissed at Ron. "Ron, this is your problem, not mine!"

He looked at her pleadingly.

"What did you want me to say to them again?"

He said something in a low tone to her and pushed her towards us.

"Harry, Ronald would like me-…where's Cammie?" She looked around for her. Ginny did the same.

I pointed to the tree where I was leaning against. Ginny walked over and gasped at what she saw.

"It's okay, Cam. I'll help you." She said, helping Cam to her feet.

Hermione looked at Cam in shock, wondering what had happened. Ginny brought Cam to stand next to me, and her knees shook. I had to wrap my arms around her tightly to make sure that she wouldn't fall down. I nodded my head for Hermione to continue speaking.

"Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him, that Dean was told by Parvati, that Hagrid's looking for the both of you. And that he wants you to bring the cloak."

"Is that right?" I said angrily. "Well, you can-wait, what?" I realized that I hadn't understood anything of what she had just said.

"Oh, um…" She went back over to Ron. "What was it again?"

He muttered something back to her.

"You go do it, then!"

"No!"

"Dean was told by Parvati that…please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for the both of you, and he wants you to bring the cloak." She put her hands down by her sides.

"Well, you can tell Ronald-" I yelled, but was cut off.

"I'm not an owl!" Hermione screamed.

She went back up the hill with Ron and Ginny.

"Feel better, Cammie!" Ginny shouted.

She nodded weakly, wrapping the blanket around her more tightly.

"We had better get back to the castle so that we can get the cloak." I said.

Cam nodded and bade goodbye to Neville, who was still in awe over the same exact plants.

Before we had gotten back to the castle, Cam had taken the blanket and Fred's jumper off.

"Why are you keeping George's on?"

"It's my last layer, stupid. I don't want to freeze to death." She said as if it was completely obvious.

"Yeah…sure…" I laughed.

"Oh shut up!" She hit me.

When we were back in Gryffindor Tower, I had told Cam to wait in the Common Room.

When I came back with our father's Invisibility Cloak, she was talking to the twins.

"Thanks for letting me use your jumpers. I really appreciate it." She grinned at them.

"Anything to help out our adopted sister!" They both said.

"Now, you're sure that you're feeling better?" George asked.

"Positive." She nodded.

"I want you to keep mine just in case." George put his jumper back into her arms.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." He smiled warmly.

It was clear to everyone else that they both loved each other more than friends, and that room that Cam had told me about made it true. Why couldn't they see that?

It was almost nightfall before we had gotten out of the castle. Cam and I made our way to Hagrid's hut. My hand held the Invisibility Cloak, and Cam's clutched George's jumper.

I knocked on the door to Hagrid's hut, and he opened the door with a large grin. "Harry! Cam! Nice to see you! Cam, whatchu got in your hand?"

"George Weasley's jumper…" She blushed.

"Ah, Fred and George…nice lads, troublemakers, though." He nodded his head. "I just have to get something from inside."

He came out with a flower pinned to his coat, and Cam held back her laugh. She disguised it as a coughing fit.

"Best be off!" Hagrid patted the both of us on our shoulders.

As we ventured into the Forbidden Forest, and it began to grow cold, so Cam had to slip George's sweater over her head.

"Did you bring your father's cloak like I asked you?"

"Yeah, I brought it." I nodded.

"Hagrid, where are we going?" Cam asked.

"You'll see soon enough, but pay attention. This is important."

"What's with the flower?" I asked Hagrid.

Cam rolled her eyes at me like I was being stupid.

"Hagrid, have you combed your hair?" I noticed another out of place thing on him.

"As a matter of fact, I have. You might like to try the same thing now again." He looked over at my hair.

Cam giggled and I sent her a glare.

I suddenly heard a loud roaring sound. Cam clutched my arm nervously.

"Hagreed?" I heard the voice of a woman call in a thick French accent.

A small smile appeared on his face and went to where the voice was coming from. He turned to us. "Oh, the cloak! Put the cloak on!"

I slipped the cloak over my head and Cam's, and we followed Hagrid.

"Bonsoir, Olympe!" He said.

Was that Madame Maxime? Why was she here? Cam and I both shared confused glances.

"Oh, Hagreed! I thought perhaps you weren't coming! I thought perhaps, you had…forgotten me."

"I couldn't for get you Olympe." He smiled.

Cam and I gagged. He was flirting with her!

"What is it you wanted to show me? When we talked earlier, you sounded so…exhilarated."

"You'll be glad you came! Trust me!" He laughed.

"Blasè, Magnifique!" She gasped when Hagrid pulled away some of the bushes.

Cam and I looked beyond them and doubled back in fear. There were boxes, and flames were shooting out of them. Dragons!

"Can we get closer?" Madame Maxime asked.

While she was occupied with the dragons, Cam and I pulled the cloak off so that our heads were showing.

"Dragons?! That's the first task?!" I hissed.

"You're joking!" Cam said.

"Come on, the two of ya! Dragons are seriously misunderstood creatures!"

One of the boxes broke open to reveal the scariest thing that I had ever seen in my life in a. Thank goodness it was caged! It spat fire out at us, and it set the tree closest to it aflame.

"Although, I have to admit, that Horntail is a right nasty piece of work…Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing him, you know."

"Ron was here?" I said, surprised.

"Oh, sure! His brother Charlie helped to bring them over from Romania! Didn't Ron tell you that? And what about the twins?"

"The twins knew about this?" Cam asked, hurt.

"Well of course, they're family!" Hagrid looked shocked.

"Well, they didn't tell us anything." I grumbled.

"Not a thing." Cam looked down, taking George's jumper off.

Hagrid looked distraught.

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