As the weeks passed, the champions were announced: Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter. The news of Harry as a competitor spread like wild fire. He was only 14 and he was entered. It was an outrage. Hazel refused to talk to Cedric when she found out he had entered. He kept trying but she ignored him or ran.

Finally, two weeks after the announcement, he managed to corner her in the Owlery. "Fly fast Melvin." She smiled and sent her owl off with a letter that would change her life.

Cedric stood in the door way and smiled. "Finally got you." He announced.

She turned and quickly walked up the steps to the top of the Owlery. There was another way out she knew of. But before she could get there he stood in front of her.

"Let me go." She hissed.

"She speaks! Finally!"

Her eyes rolled and she turned away. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her close to him.

"Why won't you talk to me?" His voice sounded wounded. She pulled back angrily and stepped away.

"Because you entered yourself for that tournament without even talking to me! You just went ahead and now you're chosen for a suicide mission where I have no doubt you will die! I have no desire to watch someone I love die! You already made your choice! Glory over me." Before she could turn away he kissed her. His lips pressed strongly against hers and she felt a tingling sensation running from her head to her toes.

She then pulled away. "I can't watch you risk your life Ced." Her voice was quiet. "And you have been made a champion by the cup. You have to compete. But I don't have to stand by and watch you die."

"You won't. I will fight whatever demons and monsters they have. Whatever task they give me I will do it and live. I promise. For you, I will do whatever I can to stay alive."

She stepped back.

"The kiss never happened," was all she said before she ran down the steps and out of the Owlery.

Things became normal again, but after the first task, Hazel grew more fearful. First dragons, then what? It was dangerous to be near it let alone compete. But all was not lost. Christmas was coming up, and a letter was coming.

"I hope we find dates." Chris whined to the other Hufflepuffs in the Great Hall. Hazel rolled her eyes.

The Yule Ball was coming up in just a few days, on Christmas Eve, and the race to get a date was on.

Cedric then wandered over and sat by him.

"Got a date yet Ced?" Craig asked. Hazel always found it funny that the boys she sat with all had names that begun with C.

Cedric shot him a smug look. "Of course."

Hazel's heart stopped. She had hoped he would ask her. Though she had denied that kiss ever happened, she didn't want to forget it. She felt things for him which scared her. She was only 15 after all.

"Who?!" Chris asked, shocked.

"Cho Chang."

The boys all nodded in approval.

"She is gorgeous. Totally hot." Charlie smiled, all of them looking over at Cho. Cedric looked at Hazel to see a flash of hurt in her eyes.

"Excuse me boys. I have a letter to receive." She then got up and ran. Ignoring the pain from Cedric, she ran to the Owlery to find her owl sitting perched on the podium in the centre of the room, and none other than Harry Potter standing by him.

"Hi." Harry greeted her awkwardly. She nodded and greeted him too. Rushing to her owl's foot, she quickly pulled the letter from his foot and ripped it open.

Dear Hazel Moss,

I am shocked to hear that my daughter is still alive. This information is both joyful and sad. If she wishes to meet with me, tell her to meet me at midnight in the trophy room on Christmas Eve. But tell her to come alone. Thank you Miss Moss.

Yours Faithfully

Sirius Black

Hazel smiled widely and slipped the letter in her pocket. She then placed her owl on his podium and gave him a mouse as a reward. Harry continued to watch her.

"Sirius sent me a letter yesterday." He began.

She stopped and turned to face him.

"He told me that his daughter, Ariana, is still alive. And I know exactly who she is." Hazel's whole body froze. Ariana. My name is Ariana. She thought.

"You have his eyes you know." She smiled at his comment. Without another word she quickly left the Owlery and rushed to meet Hermione for their trip to the Muggle world for our dresses for the Yule Ball.

Hazel told Hermione everything. She also had some information for Hazel. Fleur Delacour and her family were going to visit their family the night that her mother was killed. They couldn't get into the house and when they managed to get inside, Sirius was gone and no one was there. Apparently they had been at the Potter's when it happened. But questions arose in her mind. Why hadn't anyone found her? Why had Harry managed to be taken and given to their family? Why had she ended up in an orphanage?

They got to a little dress shop on the corner and tried on many different dresses, whilst giggling and joking with one another.

Hermione finally found a beautiful dress made of a floaty periwinkle-blue material. The dress looked stunning on her. Hazel convinced her to get it.

Every dress Hazel tried on wasn't right. They all were either too small or too big or too long or too poufy; everything looked bad on her. It didn't help that she didn't like dresses. She wasn't a particularly girly girl. And then she found it.

A dress with a heart-shaped bust covered in embroidered silver designs and then flowed down from under her bust in the same grey material all over, which matched her eyes. It was long at the back and short at the front.

She then found some matching grey shoes with small heels and Hermione grabbed some silver strapped heels too. Then they rushed back to the castle. Both were happy with their choices, but Hazel didn't have a date. Hermione was going with none other than Viktor Krum. This made Hazel feel even more panicked. Would she find a date? Or would she go alone?

"'azelle." A familiar voice called.

Hazel turned to see Erik walking over. She grinned and felt her face go red.

"I vas oping you vould be my date for ze Yule Ball." He stated. All she could do was nod and watch his smile widen.

"I vill meet you at ze bottom of ze steps." Kissing her hand he left her standing there flustered. Then a thought occurred to her.

Christmas Eve: that was the night she was meeting Sirius.

She would have to sneak away. She hoped he wouldn't be too offended.

George came over and hugged her. "How're you?" He asked.

Her stomach begin to twist into knots. She was confused about her feelings for this very reason. Both Cedric and George made her feel dizzy and nervously sick. And she couldn't figure out who felt what for her.

"Tired. Look at this." She handed him the letter she had been carrying in her pocket. He stared at the writing and it dawned on him.

"He doesn't know it's you. You didn't tell him. How did you persuade him to meet you?" She shrugged. "I sent him the picture and told him something he would know." George raised an eyebrow.

"My birthday. And the fact he can turn into a dog."

George's eyes widened. "He can turn into a dog?" He asked, shocked. She nodded and shrugged once more.

"Harry told me. I was sure he was joking but he said it was true." He seemed stunned.

"Can you do it too?" He asked me, hopeful.

I shook my head. "It doesn't work like that."

His face twisted into a look of disappointment. She then rolled her eyes and linked her arm through his.

"So who are you taking to the Yule Ball?" She smiled and walked with him. Fred then appeared from nowhere and she linked her arm through his also.

"We are taking two of the most gorgeous girls in our year." Her eyebrow raised at Fred's comment.

"Oh yeah? And why on earth would they go with you two morons?" She laughed.

"Because, my dear sweet little midget, we are charming, handsome individuals whom are desirable to women." She scoffed at him and grinned. The two of them were the best at cheering her up.

"So what's this letter you showed my brother? A reply?" She let them take her to the first floor and she sat in an empty room with them and told them everything. After leaving a few 'treats' for the professor, they all left.