"Get up before you miss the drawing!" Michelle yelled at me, kicking me out of my bed.

"Ack! Hey, I'm up. Well, I'm awake," I yawned. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked out of the dorm and into the common room. I got dressed and followed Hermione out.

"You were talking in your sleep again last night," she told me.

"I was? What about?"

"You just kept saying no. That you can't. What were you dreaming of?"

"I…" I drifted, thinking of what I was dreaming of, "I'll tell you later. Let's just get to the drawing before we're late."

We stepped out and Michelle was talking to the twins, and pointed her thumb at me. I walked over, greeting Harry and Ron as I walked by them. I put a hand on Michelle's shoulder and smiled.

"Hey, what you guys talking about?" I asked.

"You had a night terror again," Michelle told me. I felt my face drop.

"What do you mean? Hermione told me I was talking in my sleep…"

"It was a lot more than that. You were talking, and woke us up; so she put a charm on you so you'd be silent. You woke me up later by walking out and had a terror in the hall outside of the common room. Granted I couldn't hear what you were saying; but I was trying to ask Fred what all happened last night."

"I told her; but I don't think any of that would lead to one. Are you alright?" Fred asked, putting his hand on my arm. I looked between the three of them confused.

"I can't remember what I was dreaming of, and I don't remember waking up until just a few minutes ago. It must have been a random one," I shrugged.

"If you say so…" Michelle sighed. We all began to leave, and George grabbed my arm.

"If you don't mind, I have something I need to ask her. You two go on before us. Save us some seats! Good seats too!" he told Fred and Michelle. Michelle nodded, a smile on her face as she kept walking, catching up to Harry and the others. Fred seemed slightly worried as George waved him off.

"George, I know that every time you ask to talk to me alone this either deals with Michelle and you or Fred."

"You should have seen his face when she told him what happened. She may not remember; probably because the last times you've had one, Fred and I are the ones who found you."

"What do you mean?"

"You have had at least one night terror at the beginning of the year since Harry's first year."

"I forgot about that…"

"And at the end of every year; something strange has always happened with Harry. Now that the truth is out, we're worried as to what you'll be included in what happens with him this year."

"Whatever it is… Maybe it's not Harry this year George! Maybe this year it's me? Or both of us. Maybe whatever Harry may get mixed with this year, if he gets mixed in something, has to deal with me telling the truth?"

"Dumbledore picked a hell of a year then," he chuckled. I shrugged.

"Thanks for pointing it out to me though. I'll definitely watch out this year."

"Just be careful, for Fred's sake. If you don't mind, I 'd like to ask you about how you feel about him as well."

"You ask me every year, and I'm surprised he still has yet to ask you."

"He never asks me if I've asked, I always tell him to ask you before he can. Makes it seem as though I have no clue. I'm sure he does the same with Michelle when I talk to you separately. So, four years ago you said he was cute. Three years ago, you said he was cool. Two years ago he was your closest guy friend. Last year you admitted to liking him since you've moved in with us and that it keeps getting stronger. Where do you stand your last year?" he asked. I went from looking at him to the back of Fred's head.

"Well… He tried last night. Being serious is hard for you guys. It did catch me by surprise, so I think next time…"

"You're avoiding the question's answer. Progress?"

"George, I can tell you right now, that I am positive your brother and I will be together by the end of this year. I'm going to find a way for it to happen."

"Good to hear," he said with a smile. I nodded.

When we reached the cafeteria, everyone from all three schools were having breakfast. I sat beside Fred, leaning against him a bit.

"He was just talking to me about the night terrors every year," I whispered.

"That's all?" he asked. I nodded.

"Nothing to be worried about."

He nodded, continuing on a conversation that was going on before I got there. I looked over at Cedric and saw him waving at someone. I followed his gaze over to Cho. No wonder he had been distant lately. Was he trying to hide a relationship from me?

After a while, Dumbledore gathered us around the goblet.

"Now the moment, you've all been waiting for! The champion selection!" he shouted, turning the lights down. The whole room was tensed as he put his hands on the cup. Everyone's eyes were on the headmaster and the blue fire from the goblet. He backed away and it soon went red, spitting out a piece of ashy paper. Dumbledore caught it and read the name out loud, "The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!"

Everyone clapped, and Viktor looked excited as he threw a fist in the air. He stepped down to shake Dumbledore's hand, before stepping away to stand by the teachers table. The fire went red again, spitting out a nicer piece of paper.

"The Beauxbatons champion is, Fleur Delacour!"

She smiled, standing. She walked to Dumbledore, shaking his hand and going to stand by Viktor. This is when my heart stopped. Both Cedric and I put our names in that goblet, and now it was coming down to the Hogwarts Champion. I made eye contact with Cedric, and I could tell he felt the same way I did right now. I felt Fred slip his hand into mine, squeezing it lightly. I squeezed back, looking at Dumbledore as the last name was spat from the red flames.

"The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!"

Cedric stood with a smile, and I felt a rush go over me as I saw a flash of what I had dreamed of. I squeezed Fred's hand harder, and he put his other hand on my knee.

"Are you okay?" he whispered as Cedric shook Dumbledore's hand.

"I just saw something… Cedric needs to be careful," I whispered back. I saw a smile on Harry's face. I knew this was something Cedric really wanted to do, so I was willing to support him as much as my brother.

"Now we have our three champions; but in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions. This vessel of victory. The triwizard cup!" he bellowed, turning to point at a cup that was unveiled. It was glowing, and was beautiful. I couldn't look away for some reason. Snape started to step forward, staring at the goblet. He looked worried, and I had a shiver go down my spine. Dumbledore looked at the goblet, as did everyone else.

"Fred…"

"This isn't good…"

"Not one bit."

Dumbledore stepped closer to it once again, and it turned red. Spitting out, not one, but two more pieces of paper. I felt my heart drop. I knew whose name was on one. I knew it was Harry from the picture I just saw in my head. The flew down and Dumbledore looked as though he was going to faint. He mumbled a name.

"Harry Potter… Harry Potter?" he asked. I looked down at Harry. He's not old enough to enter… How did his name end up in there? Harry tried to hide.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore shouted. Hermione had to force Harry to move. Dumbledore looked angry and confused, and I could see that Ron was jealous. Harry, just as confused, walked to the other three. Everyone was whispering.

"Sir, the other name?" Snape asked. Dumbledore looked at the other paper. He looked back at the table Harry was just at. He whispered again, a few times.

"What is it sir?" Hagrid asked, stepping over. Dumbledore handed Snape the paper. People were shouting about Harry not being seventeen and cheating. I gritted my teeth and stood.

"How could he possibly cheat?! The twins tried and we all saw what happened to them! Someone else put his name in!" I shouted. Draco stood.

"Well, was it you?!" he yelled.

"No, she did not. You can only put one name in the goblet. Sit down Draco," Snape said.

"How do you know she didn't then?" Draco asked, being rude like usual. Snape helped up the other piece of paper.

"Because her name is on this one. Jessica Potter," Snape said. I felt sick. I didn't think it would have been my name.

"No…" I heard Fred whisper. I stepped down, shaking, as I walked to them. Snape handed me the paper.

"This is mine. It's my hand writing… But… How…?"

Snape pushed me to Harry and the other.

"We'll talk later," he whispered. I looked back at Fred. He was terrified.