A/N: Thank you muentiger and im-the-doctor for reviewing! So this chapter's got some interesting stuff going on. I'm switching off on point of view's, starting with Rosaline. So enjoy and don't forget to review! Also tell me if you got some ideas for what else to add.

Rosaline's P.O.V.

Aaralyn and I sat in the Ravenclaw common room to catch up on our studies. Considering the fact that we weren't actually wizards, we had a lot of catching up to do. Sure, we did some book work before school started, but the classes themselves were confusing the hell out of me. Sometimes I wished that there was a power of super-intelligence; but of course I was stuck with being a Shadow. All I can do is erase memories and block off scents and traces of people from the Sniffs. That's most of the reason why I came with Aaralyn. But I'm good at what I do, so I didn't take any offense to it. Should I be offended?

Suddenly I was forced back into reality by Aaralyn slamming her Potions book aggressively. Good Lord, she was impulsive.

"God dammit," she muttered, "I'll never be able to get this stuff."

"Oh calm down," I said, "It's like studying for a regular class. Except this has to do with magic, mythical creatures and such. There isn't that much of a difference."

"I swear to God I'll scream my head off if I don't remember this," she growled.

"Oh please don't," I begged, "If you do, you'll make everyone's ears bleed. You could cause someone's head to explode."

She rolled her eyes at me. Sometimes her being a Keeper bothered me. Some of her powers were useful, but others were just awful. The fact of her being a Bleeder, scared me. I never liked Bleeders; they were so violent and angry. I'm guessing that's were Aaralyn gets her impulsive personality. I could imagine the pupils of her eyes turning into slits, almost like a cat. Then she would open her mouth, and this shrieking and torturous scream would explode. Walls would crack, glass would break, and most importantly, people would die. I remember when Nick got attacked by a couple of Bleeders in Hong Kong. His hands were covered in blood from covering his bleeding ears. Another thing about Bleeders, they always wear sunglasses. They think they're so cool that they wear sunglasses. Oh come on people, your eyes are only not normal when you scream. It just irritates me.

"Whatever," Aaralyn sighed, finally calming herself down. "It's just the Potions teacher. He is ridiculous!"

"Snape?" I asked. She nodded as a reply.

"He's not that bad," I said, "I mean when I first came to class, he was looking at me oddly. I'm guessing it was either because I was confused the entire time or the fact that my hair is as blue as the flames in the Goblet of Fire."

Aaralyn giggled, imagining Professor Snape staring intensely at my hair. Everyone does that. It's been this color since I was 10. A few people teased me because of it, others thought it was cool. I liked color; big deal.

"Well I'm going to the library," I said while standing up. I grabbed a few of my books.

"Have fun," Aaralyn said, too focused on her textbook.

I walked out of the common room and started to walk to the library. Half way there, I started to skip. I laughed a little at my silliness. I decided to stop skipping since it was wasting a lot of my energy.

I turned around the corner of a hall and hit something. I fall back a little and look to see what I might have possibly knocked over. Instead of seeing a statue or something fragile shattered on the ground, I see a boy. He wore the uniform for Hufflepuff. His hair was a pleasant color of brown which blended with his brown eyes. He smirked a little, making me feel a little weak at the knees.

"Uh-uh," I stuttered, "Sorry."

"It's quite alright," he said. He then stuck out his hand. "I'm Cedric Diggory."

I took his hand slowly and shook it.

"Rosaline Moriali," I said.

He smiled and let go of my hand, leaving it with a shocking and tingly sensation. I almost blushed at the feeling of his touch.

"Are you sick?" I asked, "Or slightly mental?"

He looked at me confused. Great, there I go blabbing out something completely outspoken and rude.

"Uh..." he paused, "No. Is there a reason why you're asking?"

"Oh sorry," I said, "It's just that people usually don't talk to me. They consider me a freak. The blue hair kind of sets them off."

"I don't see why," he said, "It looks nice on you."

This time I did blush. I looked down at my shoes and then back at him. I saw him smirking again.

"Thanks," I said, "Well I better get going. Don't want to waste my time talking to some guy."

He looked at me, a little offended.

"Oh crap," I muttered, "Sorry. That came out wrong. It's just that when I meet new people, I usually say things that I should keep to myself. Like the fact that your shoes look like they came from a thrift store. Shit! I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that!"

He laughed a little. At least he was laughing, it was better than walking away and muttering something about me being a freak.

"Sorry," I said once again.

"You already said that," Cedric smiled, "And it's fine. Well, I'll see you around, Rosaline."

I smiled and nodded. Cedric stepped to the side to let me walk by. I quickly walked by before he could notice my now completely red face. Once he was completely out of earshot, I squealed and giggled with excitement. A guy actually talked to me without calling me a wierdo. I sighed deeply and walked into the library. Right now I needed to focus on my studies, and not on guys. But the thought of not thinking about guys still made me think about Cedric.

"Cedric Diggory," I whispered to myself, with the smallest grin.

Since there was probably no hope that I was going to pass my classes, I decided to ask Hermione for help. Aaralyn gave up too, so she decided to join us in the Great Hall to study for Potions. A bunch of 7th years were also entering their names in the Goblet of Fire, so it might be nice to watch them. I've always enjoyed people-watching.

"So it's clockwise three times and counter-clockwise five times?" Aaralyn asked.

"Right," Hermione said, "Just remember that and Snape is bound to pass you."

Aaralyn sighed in relief and actually smiled a full grown smile.

"Thank you so much, Hermione," she said.

"Yeah," I agreed, "You're definitely a lifesaver."

She smiled at us to say thank you. Suddenly there was giant commotion from the 7th years. They came in a huge group, pushing this one guy towards the Goblet of Fire. His face seemed so familiar. He finally made it out of the crowd and dropped his name into the goblet. It was Cedric. He could feel my eyes on him, so he glanced at me and smirked. I quickly looked down at my textbook, pretending I didn't notice him. I could feel his eyes on me as he walked away. I suddenly felt another set of eyes on me; two sets to be exact. I looked up and saw Aaralyn and Hermione staring at me curiously.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh you know what, Ms. Moriali," Aaralyn smirked.

"You fancy Cedric Diggory," Hermione giggled.

"No, I don't fancy Cedric Diggory," I immitated.

"Liar," Aaralyn laughed.

"Alright, so what?" I said, "I think he's cute."

"So do you know him?" Hermione asked.

"Well," I paused, "I might have bumped into him on the way to the library yestereday."

"The typical romance story," Aaralyn said, "Boy and girl accidentally bump into each other. They talk, laugh and smile. And then they date and live happily ever after."

I rolled my eyes at her. Aaralyn was never into romance. She didn't believe in soulmates and love-at-first-sight. While I am the hopless romantic that squeals when I see lovey-dovey couples. It's odd that we can be total opposites but end up being the best of friends.

"Well either way," I said, "It doesn't matter. He's a 7th year and I'm a 4th year. He'll be gone next year, so there's no hope."

"Oh don't bring yourself down like that," Hermione said.

Suddenly Aaralyn pressed her fingertips to her forehead. She was getting a vision. She quickly pulled out her sketchbook and started to draw. I was about to glance over her shoulder, but I was distracted by another sudden outburst.

"Well lads, we've done it!" someone cheered.

"Cooked it up just this morning!" another person said.

I saw a pair of redhead twin boys, at least 16, each holding a vial with some kind of potion in it.

"It's not going to work," Hermione said in a know-it-all tone.

They smiled and sat themselves on either side of Hermione.

"Oh yeah?" one of them asked.

"And why's that Granger?" the other one asked.

Hermione pointed to the thin, silvery, ghost-like line that surrounded the goblet.

"You see this?" she asked, "This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" one of them asked.

Hermione scoffed in disbelief and slammed her book shut.

"So," Hermione scoffed again, "A genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an ageing potion."

"Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant," one twin said.

"Because it's so pathetically dim witted," the other said.

"Yeah it's not going to work," Aaralyn spoke up.

The twins look at Aaralyn oddly. I turned to her to see she was smirking and had a devilish glint in her eyes. She knew something they didn't.

"Oh really?" one of the twins asked.

"Really," Aaralyn smirked.

Hermione was as confused as I was. She looked at me, searching for some kind of proof that I knew what she was talking about. I just shrugged cluelessly.

"Would you like to bet on that?" the other twin asked.

Then Aaralyn's smirk turn into an evil grin.

"Sure," she said, "How much?"

"I bet two sickles that we make it past the age line and get to put our names in the goblet," one of the twins said.

"Fine," Aaralyn nodded, "I bet that you will make it past the age line and both put your names into the golbet, but 5 seconds later you'll fly back out with full white beards."

My eyes widened with shock. That's what's going to happen? Oh, sweet Jesus. The twins chuckled and shrugged. If only they knew what was coming. One of the twins shook Aaralyn's hand in agreement.

"It's bet," he said.

The twins stood up on the bench and opened up the vials.

"Ready Fred?" one of them asked.

"Ready George," the other said.

"Bottoms up," the said in unison.

They chugged down the potion and then jumped over the age line. They waited for a moment, and nothing happened. Then they each put their names into the Goblet of Fire. Still nothing happened. They cheered and looked at Aaralyn smirking.

"Aara-" I started to say.

"Wait for it," she said, "Three...two...one."

As soon as she stopped counting, flames spat out and started flying everywhere. Then the twins flew back at least 5 feet. I gasped as I watched them sit up, with full white beards.

"You said-" one of the twins said to other.

"You said-" the other twin growled.

Then they started to fight. I turned to Aaralyn to see her smirking, just her usual, evil smirk. She looked at me and then handed me her sketchbook. I flipped to the newest page and saw the twins on the ground with white beards.

"You're evil," I giggled.

"Look on the brightside of it," she said, "I got two sickles and I got to prove someone wrong. It's a double win for me."

Everyone started to crowd around the twins and cheer them on to fight. Hermione just continued reading her textbook.

"Who are those guys anyway?" I asked.

"Ron's older brothers," Hermione said, "Fred and George. They're devious, childish and always looking for trouble."

"They sound entertaining," Aaralyn giggled.

"I find them to be more annoying than entertaining," Hermione sighed.

Suddenly the cheering stopped. Everyone cleered the aisle to the Goblet of Fire. Someone from Durmstrang was putting his name in the goblet; Viktor Krum. As he released his name into the blue flames, he looked over at Hermione. She returned the look for only a moment and then looked back down at her book. He then walked out of the room, leaving me quite intrigued by the resent event.

"So I'm not the only one," I smirked.

"W-what are you talking about?" Hermione asked awkwardly.

"Don't lie, Miss Granger" Aaralyn joined in.

"Viktor Krum fancies you," I teased.

"Shut up," she muttered as her cheeks blossomed with a rosy pink.

Aaralyn and I laughed a little.

"It's not that great, is it?" I asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and she soon joined in on the laughing.

Aaralyn's P.O.V.

I walked up to Weasley twins, who had finally stopped their useless bickering.

"I believe you owe me two sickles," I said while opening up my palm.

They both groaned in disappointment of losing a bet. One of them pulled two sickles out of his pocket and dropped them into my hand.

"Thank you," I grinned.

"Oh shut up," he said.

I just smiled and rolled my eyes. They should know better to not make a bet with me. I'm always right, considering that I could see the future. It was these kind of moments that made me happy that I was a Keeper. Watchers had one of the best powers. But what sucked was to see what you didn't want to see.

I sat back down next to Rosaline as all of the other students came pouring in. Dumbledore was about to announce the champions of the TriWizard Tournament.

"And now," Dumbledore spoke over the students, "The moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection!"

He slowly made his way to the Goblet of Fire, and then waited. Suddenly the blue fire merged to a violent red and the spat out a piece of paper. The fire turned blue again and the paper floated gracefully into Dumbledore's hand.

"The Durmstrang champion is," Dumbledore paused to continue reading the parchment, "Viktor Krum!"

Everyone cheered as he walked up to Dumbledore and shook his hand. Even though I didn't care as much, I still clapped; because I was a polite person...sometimes. The flames turned red again and spat out another paper. Dumbledore caught it and read the name on the paper.

"The champion from Beauxbatons," Dumbledore said, "Is Fleur Delacour!"

Several girls from Beauxbatons were squealing and clapping madly as Fleur walked up to Dumbledore. I noticed that she was one of the girls that made a rude comment on Rosaline's hair. But it wasn't the one I pushed. I shrugged it off, it was a careless thing to think about. Once more a name was spat out by the red flames of the goblet.

When Dumbledore read it he said, ""The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!"

I remembered that name. It was the boy that Rosaline thought was "cute." He smiled and shook Dumbledore's hand. He looked over our way and smiled at Rosaline. She blushed and waved. He gave her a thumbs up and then walked by. I could hear the slightest sigh slip from Rosaline's lips. It was honestly making me feel nauseous.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore said, "We now have our three champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist, this chalace of champions, this vessel of victory...the TriWizard Cup!"

A cloth was thrown back to reveal a beautiful, glowing, silver trophy. Everyone clapped, but then it stopped when the Goblet of Fire started sparking up red flames again.

"I thought there were only three champions," I said.

"There are," Hermione said.

Then what the hell was happening? The red flames burned even brighter than before. A slip of paper flew out and fluttered towards Dumbledore's palm. He looked down and read it. His face went from curiosity to disbelief.

"Harry Potter," he whispered, but everyone heard him.

My eyes widened as I turned to Harry. He looked so confused. He wasn't even 17. How could he be chosen for the tournament? What was going on? Suddenly my head got a piercing headache. I closed my eyes and saw something very unusual: Harry, dirty and bloody, fighting a strange looking man. He was bald and had snake-like slits to replace his nose. Then it was gone. I quickly sketched it down, detail by detail. I looked at it intensely; Harry looked so scared. And that man, whoever the hell he was, had these piercing eyes that screamed darkness and death. Then, for the first time, I felt scared.