Disclaimer: See chapter one please!

A/K: I'm skipping through quickly as you can tell. Most likely, if all goes well, I will only have like three or four chapters in this year. I detest it so. Okay, onto the chapter.

So far, Harry had been the only one to resist, or partially resist the Imperius Curse Moody had cast on each of us. He ended up colliding with the desk in an attempt to not jump on the desk.

"Potter. Get up here." Moody barked as the class gave around of applause for Harry. I walked up to the front of the room and braced myself to fight it. "Imperio!" He said with a flick of his wand. I had been prepared for the feeling of peace that Hermione had described but it didn't come. I stood watching our professor in confusion. Well that was exciting. "Jump onto the desk." A small voice in my head said.

"Well that would be dumb." I said.

"What did you say?" Moody asked. I didn't realize I had spoken out loud.

"I said jumping on the desk would be dumb." Moody looked at me like I had just said I was from Mars or something. He flicked his wand at me again and the voice said the same thing.

"No." I said calmly, losing my patience. Moody sighed and lifted the curse, not that it mattered.

"Well it seems as if Mr. Potter has been out done by his sister. Miss. Potter you are, as it would seem, immune to the Imperius Curse. I would like to see about the Curciatus Curse but we are out of time. Class dismissed." I stood rooted to the spot as the rest of class filed out talking.
"Come on Hannah." Hermione said. "We're gonna be late to our next class." I nodded and, grabbing my stuff, followed them out. I glanced over my shoulder to see Moody standing where he had been as I had been the next victim. He looked at me with that creepy blue eye and seemed to glare at me. I turned back to my friends and hurried from the classroom.

"The champion from Drumstrang is…" Dumbledore said dramatically. "Viktor Krum!" There was an explosion of applause through the Great Hall.

"No surprise there!" Ron bellowed to us over the roar. Dumbledore held up his hand for silence as more flames erupted from the goblet.

"The Champion from Beauxbatons will be… Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced. More cheers came from the hall but not as many as Krum had gotten. The third and final series of flames erupted and Dumbledore caught the paper. "The Hogwarts champion is…Cedric Diggory!" There was a huge outburst of applause from all of Hogwarts. So there we had it. In a way I was glad it wasn't anyone I was too close too. I mean, people had died in this thing after all. No way would I ever be okay if someone I was friends with died in a tournament like this. Though it would have been nice if Angelina had gotten it, just for Gryffindors sake. AS the cheering died down Dumbledore spoke again. "And we have our three champions! I know I can count on all of you, including the remaining Beauxbatons and Drumstrang students to support your champion in everyway. By cheering them on you will…" But he stopped mid sentence as another flame erupted from the goblet. He reached out his hand to catch it and read it, and then seemed to re-read it. Finally he spoke. "Harry Potter." Hermione, Ron and I turned to Harry with eyes wide.

"You know I didn't put my name in." He whispered though I'm not sure who he was trying to convince. Himself or us.

"Harry! Up here please!" Dumbledore said. I pushed him forwards and he walked to the front, always the front and into a room Dumbledore pointed to. We all watched as he diapered then a low buzz of talking built up. How was this even possible? We had all seen Fred and George attempt and fail to put their names in so how did a fourteen year old do it?

"Students! If you please return to your houses at this time." Dumbledore said as he swept out of the room to where the four champions had disappeared. I sat numbly for a second trying to process this. My brother was a champion. Front and center again. Was this never going to end? I walked in silence up to the common room with Ron and Hermione, Ron was fuming and Hermione seemed terrified.

"People have died." She kept repeating under her breath. We reached the common room and I went straight upstairs. I was not going to deal with this right now. Not in the slightest. How was it that I was always in the shadows? It didn't make any sense. Well it did but that didn't mean I had to like it. I sighed and sat down on my bed and stared out the window.

"You okay?" a voice asked behind me. I turned and saw Ginny standing in the doorway.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I guess." I said with another sigh.

"No you're not." She said sitting on my bed. "Otherwise you'd be downstairs with everyone else." I looked at her in amazement. "What?" Then she realized someone. "Oh. You're scared something bad is gonna happen to him aren't you?" I nodded. "Relax. He'll do fine. He's an amazing wizard."
"I know but…he's the only family I have left. I mean…if one of your brothers died then you'd still have six others. Like if Fred died you'd be devastated of course but, but he's not the only one you have! Harry's all I have." I said. Then I felt awful. "Oh Ginny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so mean."

"Hannah, I get it." She said. "I have six other brothers. You have no one. I get it." I sighed. "Get some sleep. You're gonna be a nervous wreck for a while." She said with a smile, standing up. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Night."

"Night." I flopped back onto my bed thinking she was right. I did need sleep. But as I lay in my bed a few minutes later I found myself getting more wound up about this instead of relaxing. And it was over the same thing. Harry was in the spotlight. I lay awake fuming. How did this always happen to me? I tried to relax as I sat up staring out the window at the moon lit grounds. I had an idea. I dug under my bed and found what I wanted. My canvas and paints Hermione had gotten me for my last birthday. I set it against the window, opening my paints and locating my brushes. I sat painting for a long time. I'm not sure how long but by the time I took a small break, Hermione, Lavender and Pavarti had all come back upstairs and were all asleep. I continued to paint until the light got pinker and the birds began to sing. I smiled and washed my brushes out and put away my paints, leaving my painting out to dry. I crawled into my bed pulling the curtains tight around my bed to block out the rising sun. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until around noon the next afternoon loving that it was Saturday. I looked at my painting to see how it turned out and I noticed something that I hadn't last night as it often was in my art. At the edge of the forest, there was a white stag. Always down along the tree line you could see a wolf peeking out between the trees. And finally the large black dog that was laying in the shade of a tree by the lake side. I smiled knowing that they could never be far from Hogwarts in my heart.

"Did he get the summoning spell?" I asked Hermione as we waited for Harry to emerge from the tent. I was still a little frustrated about the whole thing but now that it was the actual day I was a nervous wreck. Ron however was still extremely miffed. The whistle was blown and Harry emerged from the tent. I glanced at the dragon on the other side of the arena and tried not to totally lose it.

"Hannah, he'll be fine." Hermione said as if she had read my thoughts. "He had the spell down pretty well." I nodded and watched as Harry raised his wand and shouted something I couldn't understand. Nothing seemed to happen then Harry's Firebolt sped towards him and he hopped on.

"And he's off! Merlin's beard that boy can fly! Mr. Krum are you watching this?" I couldn't help but let a small smile tug at my mouth. Then the dragon shot fire at Harry and I covered my eyes not wanting to see what happened. I peeked out between my fingers and saw Harry diving down to get the egg. I was on my feet now along with the rest of the crowd. Then Harry snagged the egg. I shouted along with Hermione as we jumped up and down.

"He did it!" She screamed.

"I KNOW!"I said laughing and hugged her. "I know!"

"Our youngest champion is the quickest to get his egg! Well done Mr. Potter!" Bagman was shouting now. Hermione, Ron and I took off trying to get as quickly as we could through the crowd to the tent where Harry had been taken. We finally got out of the stands and raced to the tent. I was the first one in running straight into Harry.

'Harry! You did it!" I said giving him a tight hug.

"I know I did Hannah!" HE said hugging me back.

"You did brilliantly Harry!" Hermione said as I let go of Harry. "You really did!" But Harry had now spotted Ron.

"Harry, I reckon whoever put your name in the goblet was trying to do you in mate." He said quietly.

"Caught on have you?" Harry snapped. "It's okay, forget it."

"No, I shouldn't have…"
"Forget it!" Harry said again. They stood there then grinned at each other. Hermione burst into tears.

'You two are so stupid!" She said as she ran from the tent. I shook my head but followed the guys to the scoring area as Ron told Harry what everyone else had done. Then his scores were up. Madam Maxine gave him an eight, Mr. Crouch a nine, Dumbledore a nine, then Mr. Bagman a ten.

"He should have given me a nine." Harry said. "I got hurt." Then Karkaroff put up a four. The crowd exploded into shouts of rage.

"You biased piece of scum!" Ron shouted. "You gave Krum a ten!"

"Harry you're tied for first with Cedric!" I told him. He smiled.

"One down. Two to go."

Later that day I watched Harry, Ron and Hermione leave for the Owlery and I whirled on Fred and George.

"Food." I said simply and they were off. I turned to Lee and grinned. "Decorating is up to you my friend. WE don't have too much time. They should be back in about fifteen minutes. But knowing Ron he'll spill the beans on us. SO let's get going!"

"You should go help Fred and George." Lee said. I nodded and turned to the portrait hole. "Umm, where is the kitchen?"

"The picture of fruit in a bowl, first floor." He replied and I was gone. Five minutes I was standing in front of it wondering how the hell I was supposed to get it to open when the twins came out.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"I think we're good." George replied. "You think she can do anything Fred?" He asked his brother.

"Nope." I nodded but felt slightly disappointed. Lee didn't need me to help and neither did Fred and George. I walked up with them but in silence. They seemed to be thinking which was weird but hey, there's a first for everything right? We reached the common room and five minutes later Harry walked in. We cheered for him and he grinned a little later he opened his egg that emitted a loud high pitched wailing sound. I cringed and covered my ears as Fred yelled to close it. After that the party went on as normal. Neville actually turned into a canary thanks to Fred and Georges Canary Creams. The night dwindled away and I went upstairs thinking what on earth Harry was going to have to do next.

"The Yule Ball is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament. Held on Christmas Day it is a chance to…err…let your hair down." McGonagall explained. I didn't like the sound of it already. "It is open to fourth years and above but you may ask a younger student to go with you. But it is a formal event. I would be horrified if Gryffindor let Hogwarts look a mess by your behavior. That is all. Class dismissed." The bell rang and we left, gathering out stuff.

"Who do you want to go with?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. I don't really care either." I replied.

"Oh come on. You know you'd love to go with Fred." She said.

"Hermione! Not so loud!" I hissed. But she just laughed. "And I suppose you'd like to go with Ron wouldn't you." I snapped back. She glanced at me.

"No. Of course not."
"Don't deny it."

"I'm not."

"Denial is not just a river in Egypt my dear." I said.

"You're a jerk."

"I was taught to state the truth as I see it." I said. She just glared and we kept walking. We sat in the common room that night as Harry complained about having to open the ball.

"It'll be just awful." He moaned.

"Oh come on. You can't be that bad a dancer." I said. He just glared at me. Lots of people seemed to be doing that lately. I rolled my eyes and returned to my Transfiguration essay.

"Hey Hannah?" a voice said. I looked up and saw Fred.

"Hey yeah?"

"Would you mind talking to me for a second?" he asked. I glanced at Hermione who was trying not to laugh.

"Sure." I stood up and followed him to where he had been sitting.

"Okay. I need to ask you something."

"Obviously. Shoot."

"Well, how do you think the best way for a guy to ask a girl to a dance is?" I blinked in surprise. He was asking me this why? A small flame of hope leapt in my chest and I scolded myself. He'll never like you, I reminded myself. But my heart didn't care.

"Umm, well I guess just asking her would be fine. I know I wouldn't want an over the top thing. But it really depends on the girl. But that's the best way to go I think."
"Thanks Hannah. I owe you one." He said returning to his paper. So that was it. Okay. I stood up and walked back to my seat.

"What did he want?" Ron asked.

"Nothing." I said. And that was the truth. He wanted nothing and that was all he would ever want.