I own nothing! Literally. I'm poorer than dirt. I can't even afford dirt.
"Come on, Rita! We have to get out to the arena!" Fred yelled, pulling on my arm. It was still early in the morning, the light watery as the sun fought to gain the sky.
I groaned. "I'm so tired though. What's the hurry?"
"We want to sell bets!" George said.
"Yeah, we have to get money for our joke shop!" Fred said, smiling broadly.
I laughed and shook my head. "Joke shop this, and joke shop that- I swear, the idea of that future joke shop is more of your girlfriend than I am!" I joked.
Fred laughed and threw an arm over my shoulder. "No worries, I'll take time for my second favorite girlfriend."
I elbowed him in the side and went to say something else, but trailed off.
"Are you okay?" They asked.
"What?"
"You were saying something."
George looked at me worriedly. "And then you stopped."
I frowned and looked towards the stadium. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"As you keep saying." Ron grumbled as he passed us.
"Wait!" I said, grabbing his shoulder.
"Ron, Harry couldn't have put his name in the goblet. You have to know that! Please, just… Make up with him. I'm not kidding, I have a really bad feeling. People die in this, Ronald." I said sternly before heading off towards the stadium.
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We all cheered as Cedric limped back towards the tent, the golden egg gleaming under his arm. I bounced on my toes and watched as they led the next dragon out into the rocks. I caught my breath.
"Oh Merlin. Poor Harry. I have a really bad feeling about this. Not good, not good…"
"Rita!" Hermione chastised. "You're going to jinx it!"
"I'm sorry!" I whispered as Harry walked out. He dodged the dragon a few times before raising his wand and yelling something that I couldn't hear.
Nothing happened for a while, but then his broom came whizzing over the mountain and towards him. I cheered loudly with everyone else when he flung himself onto it and flew towards the egg. He was almost there when I got a pain in my head. I hissed and pressed two fingers to my temple and went to sit down when a loud crack filled the air. I looked up in time to see the dragon spread its wings and lift to the air. The chain had snapped.
"HARRY!" I yelled. The dragon was right behind him, and they both flew up and out of the arena. "HARRY!" I yelled again as they disappeared from view. "HARRY!"
Fred grabbed my shoulders and pulled me close as I started shaking.
"I KNEW IT! I SAID IT, DIDN'T I?! I HAD A BAD FEELING!" I sobbed, my knees giving way. Fred held me up, wrapping his arms tighter around me as I started hyperventilating.
"Where is he going?" Hermione yelled.
"He's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to die." I repeated over and over again. Harry was going to die.
"Shhhh, Rita. It's okay. You know Harry; nothing can kill him." Fred said, rocking me back and forth as we waited for anything, anything at all to happen.
"Not even You Know Who." George pipped in.
"Not helping." Hermione said sternly. "But Fred is right, for once, Rita. Harry… Harry will be fine. I'm sure. He always is."
"But he always had one of us with him!" I protested just as Ron pushed through the crowd towards us.
"Rita!" He called. I turned my head to look at him. His face was pale and his eyes were wider than I had probably ever seen them.
"Ron?" Hermione said.
"I should have listened, I thought you were being crazy!"
"Hey!" Fred chastised.
"-I should have apologized to Harry, and now he's going to die!" Ron wailed as if Fred hadn't said anything at all.
That set me off again, and I stood there and cried.
"Rita, please, don't cry."
"Harry will be fine."
"Harry's going to die!"
"He's the boy who lived, it's all going to be okay."
"Everyone relax."
My breaths came in short busts and the world was starting to tilt. I vaguely heard Fred say my name again before I passed out.
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FPOV
I fumbled to catch Rita as she passed out, her full weight unexpected.
"Is she okay?" Hermione nearly screeched. I nodded.
"Hermione, please, relax. Freaking out isn't going to help anything." George said, a hint of hysteria in his own voice. She nodded and sat back down on the bench, her hands over her ears as she whispered to herself something I couldn't hear.
I lifted Rita fully into my arms and turned to George. "Now what? What if Harry does die? And how did Rita know?"
He shrugged. "Perhaps she's got a bit of a knack for Divination?"
"LOOK! HARRY!" Ron yelled suddenly, cutting off our conversation. I quickly followed where his finger was pointing and saw Harry fly back over the ridge and swoop down into the arena to grab the golden egg. He held it over his head with a wide, bruised smile in triumph.
"HE'S ALIVE!" Hermione yelled, tears streaming down her face.
Her scream seemed to have woken Rita, and she groggily looked around.
"What happened?" She mumbled.
"You passed out." I said and George told her,
"Harry's back!"
She nearly fell on the ground as she rolled out of my grasp, standing on her tip toes to see over the crowd. I lifted her up again and set her on my shoulders so she could see.
"HARRY!" She yelled, waving her arms frantically.
He waved back with a bright smile before wobbling towards the hospital tent.
George, Hermione, and I with Rita still on my shoulders headed towards the tent as well. We had to push by people to get down the stairs, but we got out somehow. Rita's hands rested on top of my head so she didn't topple over backwards, and I tried to ignore the heat of my ears. Hopefully she wouldn't notice.
"Harry!" She cried when we pushed into the tent, scrambling to get down. Her feet had barely hit the floor before she was throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck. I ignored the twinge of jealousy at that, too. I didn't need to be jealous; Harry was practically her brother.
"YOU STUPID, FOOLISH, ARSE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" She yelled at him, pulling back and whacking him on the head. The sent George into a fit of laughter, and caused Hermione to join in the scolding of Harry. If it weren't for the scrapes and bruises covering Harry, it would look like a normal conversation.
Madam Pomfrey rushed over and whisked Harry away to take care of his injuries, and we were kicked out of the tent.
"See? What did we say?" George asked with a bright smile of his own.
Rita only frowned back at him. "There's still two more tasks, and now I have an even worse feeling than I did before."