Well, I didn't expect that. At all. When Harry's name flew out of that freakin goblet my heart sunk. If that was Voldemort's plan to take Harry, well, he may as well try to take him from the middle of a volcano. The tournament was made safe, yes, but for children who knew far more magic than my brother. And the worst part, he had to participate. Something about a contract, though no one seemed to want him to actually be in the tournament. Not the teachers, nor the kids or the headmasters.

Everyone thought that Harry put his name into the Goblet at first. Except me. Even the teachers thought at first that he did it. But in a matter of days, I managed to convince the teachers, the twins and Ginny and Hermione of the truth. The rivalry between Gryffindor and the other houses was worse than ever, so anything would seem suspicious now. That's why I didn't get to tell Blaise or even Draco. Anyways, I hadn't seen them since the guests arrived anyways, cause they were far to occupied with the kids from Durmstrang, as they had to take them on tours around the castle.

And that's how we got to the little conflict. Draco was completely sure Harry put his name into the Goblet, and was royally pissed that he outsmarted him. I wasn't strong enough yet to mentally tell him anything, last time I tried I ended up with a massive headache. I only saw it from distance, with Hermione. He jumped from a tree and started arguing with Harry. When my brother turned to leave, Draco tried to curse him, and Moody turned him into a white ferret. He was adorable, and he did something wrong. But that was no way to treat or even punish someone. Before anyone could say anytying, Minnie arrived and solved it, scolding Moody and turning Draco back.

"Oh, those two just can't stop from getting into fights with each other. Wonder if they'll ever stop."

"Maybe when they're older. You know, girls are more mature than boys. At least that's what science says."

"Not really helping Mione." I laughed and since I wasn't really paying attention, I bumped into someone. Again.

"Look where you're going Gryffindor." Shit, Slytherin.

"If you're walking right through the middle of the hall it's not my fault." I shot a look at the boy. Theo…

"At least I was looking at my path. Unlike you two mudbloods."

"You have no right to talk like that. You Slytherins think of yourselves as better than everyone, purebloods full of pride. How's that going to help you when you get out of school?"

"Maybe things will change before we get out of school, and people will learn how important it is to be brought up in this world to be worthy of your powers."

"Come on, it's not worth it. Let's go."

"No Mione" I said, freeing my hand from her grip. "Maybe your change won't come in the way you expect it to. There can't be changes without sacrifices." I felt my face heating up.

"Maybe. But most of us already lost to much to care anymore. If you lose everything, why fear?"

"You always still have things to loose, everyone has. And life is merciless."My vision was webbing.

"But at the end of the day, we still are purebloods. What about you?" he said, pride dripping like poison from his words.

"We have each other. But I can't do this anymore." I said, my voice trembling and I finally looked up at him, eyes swiming in tears. "Obviously change happens all the time. Ird be a fool to think I could be spared this time." I turned aroud, grabbing Hermione's hand, and left him there, shocked, in the middle of the hallway. We went to our dorm room, and all the tears stopped before we got there.

Hemione had a weird look on her face. She looked more like she pitted me than like she was confused, but still…

"What?"

"Are you ok? You scared me. "

"Well, what he said reminded me of my parents, and some friends and, well, basically everyone I lost. And made me realize it won't end here. There's always something bad that might happen. You can never have a perfect life, no matter how much you've been through."

"But why did you tell him that? I mean, he's a Slytherin, and he just insulted you and you told him basically everything that was bothering you. Is everything ok?"

"Yeah it is just...you know, I started feeling better about the poisoning thing, started getting back to normal. And there he comes, starting to insult me and I just couldn't take it anymore. I had some arguments with that Slytherin since I came back this year. My control over this just broke. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, you couldn't help it. I'm sorry that happened. I should've pulled you out of it sooner.

"Come on now, don't blame yourself for this. You tried to take me away from there. I was the one who didn't listen."

"It doesn't matter anyways. Lets go, we have classes to attend and the first task is in a few days. Maybe we can help Harry somehow."

Turns out, Harry didn't need any help. Hagrid showed him what the first task was about: dragons... And he wasn't so bad. He showed off his flying skills, even impressed the juries when the Hungarian Horntail broke free and chased him around the castle. He won that task and got out with only a few minor injuries. Best of news: he and Ron were friends again, after the ginger agreed that whoever put Harry's name into the Goblet wanted him dead. So our group was back together and we intended to stay like that.

Apparently, the expected Christmas ball was actually a Yule ball and we were expected to dance this year and impress the guests with our manners. Well, we had a lot to work on.