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Chapter 3: Lies, Lies, Lies

1st November, 1976

Would someone mind telling me what the fuck just happened?! Oh right, no one's here. Seriously, now people want to leave me alone? Ugh. What do I do? What do I do? How did this happen anyway?

I was so happy about my Potter-free month. After last night's events, I practically skipped back to my dormitory and invited ever-blissful sleep to come, and it did. Okay, I'm lying - I may have finished all my homework before doing that but whatever. And I might have also spent an hour wondering what would happen if I actually got selected. But, I quickly dismissed those absurd thoughts, because, honestly, no Goblet would select me rather than anyone else.

Even my morning was unusually good (Potter-free, of course), and for breakfast I had sandwiches which had sliced tomatoes, basil, a garlicky aioli, Manchego cheese, roasted red peppers and (you guessed it right!) anchovies!Even my classes were good, obviously because I didn't have Transfiguration today. I had lunch with my friends, and now that I think about it, the day passed really quickly and finally it was time for dinner.

Everyone was assembled in the Great Hall when I reached with my friends. All the tables were filled with students jumping up and down, excited for Dumbledore to start his speech and declare the champions' names. I was horrified, on the other hand, because it was now the time when some ridiculously handsome guy from Durmstrang would be selected to compete and die, and I wouldn't be able to watch his exercising sessions in the morning (Don't judge me, those guys are really cute). Anyway, I sat down with my friends just in time for Dumbledore's speech. He walked over to the Goblet of Fire and started his speech and as he was speaking, the fire in all the lanterns dimmed and the candles all blew out. Dumbledore and his special effects…

"Settle down, children. Now, I know what you all are waiting for, so without further ado, let us start the Champions' selection." He touched the Goblet of Fire and doing some spell, moved a little away from it. The blue flame of the fire in the Goblet turned to a magnificent crimson and a thick, slightly burnt sheet of paper came flying out of it into Dumbledore's hand.

"The Durmstrang champion is Aleksander Dragomir!" said Dumbledore and a wave of applause broke out for the champion from the Slytherin table, where the Durmstrang students sat. Some of them, especially the young witches, started hooting as Aleksander walked up to Dumbledore. Aleksander was tall, with tanned skin, and the way he walked up to Dumbledore and smiled just showed the amount of confidence he had in himself. (Also, did I mention he was hot?) He shook hands with Dumbledore and moved to the Champions' room with the Durmstrang headmaster, Boris Ivaylo.

The flame turned crimson again and a thin blue wrinkled and slightly burnt piece of parchment came flying out and Dumbledore caught it. "The champion from Beauxbatons is Edouard Leroy!" and again started the applauding and the hooting as a really pretty (and I mean pretty!) boy got up from the Ravenclaw table and moved towards Dumbledore. He shook hands with him and left with the Headmistress of Beauxbatons, Ines Andre.

Then, from the crimson flame, came flying a piece of what looked like cardboard which was also quite burnt. "The Ilvermorny champion is Jennifer Williams!" said Dumbledore and this time the applause and the hooting came from all the tables and a few blokes even jumped onto their tables to cheer for Jennifer as she walked up to Dumbledore.

"It's hypnotizing, I tell you," said Remus.

I asked, "What?"

"Her walk," said Remus instinctively but when he looked up at who he was talking to, he blushed profusely. It's safe to say I never expected it from Remus. Honestly speaking, I always thought Remus was probably gay.

Anyway, when Jennifer reached Dumbledore, she shook hands with him and walked towards the champions' room with her Headmistress, Althea Abbott.

And then it finally was time for the Hogwarts champion. I must say I was excited. I could name a list of people who were brave enough to compete but I was a little scared that they would turn out to be my friends and that I might lose them. As the flame turned crimson one last time, a small piece of parchment flew out into Dumbledore's hand. "The champion from Hogwarts is…"

"Fingers crossed people," said Alice.

"Please let it be me…" said Marlene to herself.

"The champion from Hogwarts is Lily Evans!"

I was speechless. I had honestly thought it would be Potter. I looked at the other students, then at Dumbledore, then at my friends. Alice and Remus looked genuinely worried whereas Marlene looked like she might cry. Sirius was in shock; Peter was choking on something (Same Peter. Same.) and James looked proud, like he looked proud after messing with Filch. I wanted to kill him so bad but I didn't (don't know why).

Dumbledore was looking at me expectantly so I started walking towards him. I don't know who did, but someone started the applause and then slowly everyone joined in. I reached Dumbledore, shook hands with him, and then McGonagall led me to the champions' room. I stayed there, mostly in shock for a while, while everyone else talked and fraternized. I even let my chance to talk with Aleksander go because I didn't know what to do. There had surely been a mistake. I couldn't possibly be selected because I never put the chit in the goblet of fire. I NEVER PUT IT IN!

I thought I should talk to Dumbledore, but then what could he possibly do that would make it better. The chit was proof that I did put it in. In the end, I didn't say anything. I don't remember most of it anyway but moments later, I was

there in the Gryffindor Common Room. Ugh. What could possibly have gone wrong? Okay, let's try the rewind technique.

James Potter was hugging me - wait, why is that the first thing that comes to my mind? Ugh, gross. Anyway, after he strangled me half to death, he took me to the Great Hall where the Goblet of Fire was. He wrote my name on a chit and gave it to me to put it in the Goblet of Fire. I clearly remember that I did not put said chit in the Goblet of Fire. I threw it on the floor, hoping that the wind would do its job and help me lose it. But I guess it didn't….

"Oh God, help me," I shouted out loud.

"Alright, I'm here. What do you need?"

Great, that was exactly what I needed. James potter.

"I need nothing but solitude Potter. Go away."

"I'm sorry that's not possible. I've been locked out of my dorm."

Ugh, why, Fates? Why?

"So… Congratula—"

"Shut up, Potter."

"What? No, 'Thank you, potter'? Or 'I owe you one, Potter'?"

"Why would I owe you Potter? What did you do? Did you have something to do with this?"

"Me? Yeah. We struck a deal remember?"

"Yeah, but I never went through with it. I didn't put my name in!"

Well shit. I just admitted to Potter. Oh well, the damage has already been done.

"I know."

"What?"

"I know you didn't put your name in. I did."

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Calm down, Sweet-Cheeks. We had a deal and I made sure you went through with it. That's all"

"That's all? That's all? Are you kidding me, Potter? You really want me to die, don't you?"

"Of course not Lily—"

"Well, fuck you."

Is he leaving? Oh, great, he is. Alone time, finally.

"I'm sorry Lily." What? Okay, I have never heard that phrase come out of his mouth.

"I don't care, Potter."

"But I do, I care about you. I don't want you to die."

"Ironic, since you're the one who wrote my death sentence."

"Fine, I'll go talk to Dumbledore about it. Let's see what he can do."

"What if he can't do anything about it?"

"I don't know. What I do know is that you're not alone in this. If I got you into this mess, I'm going to get you out of it. I promise. Bye"

"Wait, you're leaving?"

"Yeah. See, I'm not really locked out of my room… so— Bye"

Ugh. Why do I hate him so much? Why does he care about me so much? Oh, God, what am I going to do?