Chapter Fourteen: Renegade

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: This fanfiction is going to be different from my other stories. This begins during Chamber of Secrets and goes up until three years after the Dark War. So, pay attention the time, so you don't get confused. Some of the chapters are other Marcus Flint/Katie Bell stories, just with more changes and deleted scenes added.

Time: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Genre: Romance, Drama, and Friendship

Rating: PG-13

It is now October. This chapter includes November and a little of December

He handed the book and parchment over. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this. This could cost all of them their lives.

"Is this everything?" one asked.

"It's all I could find," he said.

"Good," another said.

"Are you sure about this," a third inquired.

He nodded. "Positive." He turned to leave. "I'll be back next week."

Marcus slid a dark robe overtop of his T-shirt and jeans. He ran his hand over his rough face. He knew that he should shave, but he really did not want to. He coughed a deep cough. Nope, he should not had stayed in his wet clothes yesterday. It was not his smartest move. Whatever...

Tonight was supposed to go out with the team. He really did not want, but he had to. It was supposed to be team bonding. He was not sure how going to a bar was team bonding, but he guessed that he would find out. He figured that the rest of the team was using it as an excuse to get heavily intoxicated. They had four games this past weekend and had won all four. This was more of a celebration party than anything. He would go with them. He did not want to been seen as a renegade toward the group.

He closed his robes and picked his wand off the nightstand. It was time to go, time to face them all. He did one final sweep of his home. He did not want to come back and find that one or many of his dad's friends has broken into the house. None of them had been around for a few days, but you never knew.

You never could tell.

Angelina sat down next to Katie the next morning at breakfast. She had a big smile on her face. "Well, I'm going to do it?"

Katie buttered her toast. "Do what?"

Angelina piled her plate full of eggs. "Why, put my name into the goblet of fire!"

Katie choked on her orange juice. "Do what?"

Angelina took a big bite of eggs. "I'm going to try to be the Hogwarts champion."

Katie gapped at her. She did not understand why anyone would want to a champion. "Why?"

Angelina shrugged. "Why not?"

Katie did not answer. She turned her attention back to her breakfast. Everyone was trying to get their name into the goblet of fire. She believed that she was the only one who was not. She sighed. In her mind, not wanting to be a Hogwarts champion made sense. However, at the same time, she sort of felt like a renegade. She felt like she was out of the group.

Fred and George slid into the empty spaces across from Katie. They had a mysterious look in their eyes. She knew that they were up to something, but she just was not sure what that something was.

"Well, we've almost done it!" Fred exclaimed as Lee Jordan and Alicia arrived.

"Done what?" Angelina inquired.

"Completed the aging potion," George said very seriously.

"I thought you guys were joking about that," Alicia mused.

George put his arm around Alicia. "Would we ever joke about something like this."

"Well, I guess not..." Alicia trailed off into space.

"Besides, we've got to do something, now that we don't have Quidditch to keep us occupied," Fred said.

Katie really missed Quidditch. She really enjoyed the sport. She missed the wind in her hair. She wanted to feel the wonderful feeling of scoring a goal. She wanted to hear the crowd roar. Sure, she could go watch Marcus play, but it was not the same. She wanted to play, not watch. She had went to the pitch a few times to fly around in circles, but it did not bring back the rush that actually playing the game did. Once you was captivated by the game, there was no going back. Once you were in, you were in. When it was gone, it felt like a piece of you was missing.

"Do you think it's going to work?" Alicia asked the twins.

Fred put on a serious face. "Well, we went to library..."

Katie snorted. "I'm impressed!"
Fred looked at her. "Why?"

"You guys actually went into the library."

"That is quite impressive," Alicia said in order to back Katie up.

"Why, thank you ladies," Fred said.

"Yes, we think that it is going to work," George added.

Katie did not doubt them. Whenever the twins put their to something, they usually were pretty successful. They were brilliant, in fact. She knew that they had to potential to be the smartest people in the school, but they chose to mess around. She sighed. She wished that she had the nerve to act like them, but she could not bring herself to.

She gathered up her things. "Well, I have to get to Ancient Runes."

They said their good-byes and Katie exited.

Marcus groaned as he rolled over and glanced at his clock. It was only eight-thirty. He pulled the blankets back over his head. He had a killer headache. In his mind, the only bad thing about getting drunk was the next morning. He normally did not get drunk, but last night the team had pressured him. He knew why they put pressure on him: he was almost a year younger than all of them, some had almost ten years on him. True, it had not been the first time he got drunk, but it had been the first time since his accident last year.

He buried himself deeper into the blankets. Stupid, stupid hangover. He knew that he was going to pay for last night and now he was. Crap, he could not even get back to sleep now.

He stared at the green fabric of his blanket. He liked that blanket. It did not have anything to do with the fact that it was his old house colours, but the fact that is was so warm and cosy. He shook himself. Okay, he still had to be little drunk. Normally, he did not think about his blankets.

He was just about to go back to sleep when his mobile's ringtone went off. He banged his head off his headboard. Swearing, he reached for the stupid Muggle device. It did have its uses, but it also gave him a headache. He looked at the caller ID and pressed ignore. It was just his dad, no one important.

He buried himself back down into his blankets and drifted back to dreamland.

November
Leanne sat down next to Katie in Transfiguration. "Hey, there's going to be a ball on Christmas Day!" the other girl shirked.

Katie was in the process of pulling her books out of her bag. "Huh?"

Leanne touched Katie. "There's going to be a ball!"

Katie looked at Leanne. "For what?"

"Why the Triwizard Tournament!" Leanne pauses. "I was thinking of asking Jimmy Reyes from Ravenclaw. You know him, right?"

Katie just acted like she knew who he was, so she did not have to play a naming game. Leanne thought and believed that Katie knew exactly who and what she was talking about. Most of the time Katie had no idea. After the first few times of this game, Katie quickly learned that it was better to play along than ask questions.

"Are you going to ask Marcus?" Leanne asked.

"To what?"

"To the Yule Ball!"

Katie smiled. "I'm not going to ask, I'm going to tell him."

Leanne raised her eyebrows. "I like the way you think."

After class, Katie called Marcus. Several rings passed before he picked up.

"Hello?" He sounded like he had just woke up. Katie figured that he just had.

"Hey, what are you doing Christmas Day night?" Katie asked.

"Going to my mom's side's Christmas dinner."

"Do you want to get out of it?"

"Heck yeah!" There was a slient pause. "Wait, what's the catch?"

Katie put an innocent look on her face that he could not see. "How do you feel about going to the Yule Ball?"

The next chapter is really long. It's around seventeen pages.