HEY! I'm not dead! Okay so I kind of had a writer's block so here is what I have decided. I am skipping to year four. Just imagine that Tiffany helped Ron in Chamber of secrets, and helped Harry and Hermione in Prisoner of Azkaban. It is now time for the Triwizard tournament. ENJOY! And it is Tiffany PoV.

I was in my room writing to Draco. We always wrote over the summer. I had just gotten a letter from him.

Tiffany-

Are you going to the Quidditch World cup? I am and I hope you are to.

-Draco

I took a piece of paper and wrote quickly.

Draco-

I'm going with the Weasleys. Please give Aaron a treat and send him back. No more notes please. Goodnight.

-Tiffany

I sent Aaron off into the night and waited. About thirty minutes later my owl came back with a note that said 'goodnight' and he drifted into his cage. I changed into my pjs and climbed into bed. In a few days was the World Cup.

I woke up early and dressed quickly, putting on a purple tank top, skinny jeans, and a gray hoodie. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. The once blonde locks had turned a light brown and reached my mid-back in waves, and after they were braided I walked downstairs.

I was alone. My dad had left on an 'important trip' late last night so for the rest of the summer and the school year on breaks I would be staying at the Weasley's. I poured me a cup of liquid dugs (coffee), grabbed Aaron's cage and took off to the Weasley's. I was greeted by Hermione. "Hey, Tiffany." I gave her a hug. We had been through a lot together. I mean both of us helped Harry rescue Sirius.

"Hey, Hermione. When did you get in?" She followed me to the kitchen. "This morning." I nodded and sat my owl cage down and hugged Mrs. Weasley. I took my owl cage and walked up the stairs and put it in the room where Hermione and I would be staying until school.

I saw my trunk and everything I brought over yesterday. I gave Aaron an owl treat and followed Hermione to the boys' room. When I entered I saw that there was an extra bed for Harry. All the boys turned towards me. There was Ron, Fred, and George.

"Hey Tiffany." The twins smiled at me. "Hi, guys. When's Harry coming?" Ron stood up. "Um, me, Mom, Dad, Fred, and George are traveling by floo powder to go and get him in a few minutes. Do you want to come?" I nodded.

"Sure. Besides, I've been meaning to give Harry some fever fudge for the pig he calls his cousin." I went over to one of the twin's boxes I knew had the fake sweet. I shoved a piece into my pocket. Ron came over to me. "So, who are you going for at the World Cup?" I smiled at the twins. "Why the Irish of course!"

"RON! GEORGE! FRED! COME DOWN STAIRS IT'S TIME TO GO!" I made my way towards the door. I walked down stairs after Ron. "Mrs. Weasley, can I go too?" The woman smiled at me. "Sure, dear. You'll go with Ron." I waited and climbed into the fireplace next to Ron and took his hand like we had to. "NUMBER FOUR, PRIVATE DRIVE!"

I fell on Ron's arm. Apparently the people didn't have a big fire place. I was covered in soot. I looked up and saw Harry. "Harry!"

He helped me up and helped brush off the soot. I gave him hug when I was clean. "Did you get my last letter?" I had asked him not to respond. "Yes, Tiffany."

"Who's this? Your girlfriend?" I turned to see a fat boy with watery blue eyes and thick blond hair. I felt heat come to my cheeks. I had a small crush on Harry and an even bigger one on Draco, who had gotten nicer to me over the years.

Harry put his arm around my shoulders. "No, Dudley. This is one of my best friends. Tiffany." The boy-Dudley-scoffed. I took out the piece of fudge. "Oh, um, I brought this for you, Harry, but it just struck me that you don't like this flavor." I glanced at Dudley with my eyes. Harry took the candy from my hands and nodded. "Well, it's okay. Dudley, you can have it."

"Children time to go." I got in the fire place after everyone had disappeared with a handful of powder with my hand in Harry's. Dudley came running up to his father. "Daddy, look what Harry did to me!" He had boils all over his face. The father turned towards me. "No you didn't."

I smiled. "See you around, Dudley. BURROW!" Harry and I melted away. I stepped out of the fireplace at the burrow. "Sorry if that I'll get you in trouble." Harry said it probably would but it was worth it.

I walked upstairs to with Harry and we found Ron and Hermione.

I looked around at my best friends. "What do you think will happen this year?"

Everyone laughed. Harry turned to me. "Who knows?" Ron looked up. "Bloody Hell, what will happen this year?"Everyone started laughing again. Mrs. Weasley called us down for lunch a few minutes later.

Morning of the world cup:

I woke up and saw Hermione was getting up as well. I got up, took a quick shower, and went to get dressed. I was wearing a pair of jeans, a red top, and sneakers. I grabbed one of my hoodie and shrugged it on. After breakfast we (everyone but Mrs. Weasley) set out.

I walked beside Harry up the hill to the Portkey. I had a small bag in my hands. "Tiffany, how did you even get all of your clothes in that bag?" Harry's eyes were on my bag.

I laughed. "Hermione has one too. Undetectable extension charm. It comes in handy." I had all my clothes in the bag, a few books, and other things.

"Harry, Tiffany, the others are almost here." I looked up at Mr. Weasley and saw two people apperate beside him. Mr. Weasley shook hands with the two men. "Okay, Cedric, you know Fred, and George, but this is Hermione Granger, my youngest son Ron, my daughter Ginny, Tiffany Finnegan, and Harry Potter." Cedric shook our hands and said hello.

The port key was a boot. A boot. I grabbed on and pulled Harry down and I felt the word spin. When we landed I was on my back and Harry was on top of me. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric came down easily, laughing. Harry got up off me and helped me up.

"You all right, Tiffany?" I nodded and brushed some grass of my butt. I grabbed my bag off the ground and followed the rest of the group over a small hill. On the other side were hundreds of tents.

Mr. Weasley said goodbye to the Diggorys until the match tonight. I followed the group and we found our tent. Even though it seemed small it was huge. I followed Hermione and Ginny into the girls' room.

I took off my dirty jeans and put on a pair of skinny jeans, a long sleeve white shirt, an Irish jersey, and my sneakers. I threw my hair into a sloppy bun and walked out. I put on a stripe of green paint and then white on one cheek and other way around on the other cheek.

Fred and George had one half of their face white and the other green. They looked crazy.

We walked to the stadium. It was gigantic. "Mr. Weasley, where are our seats?" Harry, who had asked, looked up for the answer. "Well, let's just say that if it rains, you'll know first." I turned and saw Draco Malfoy, but he didn't see me.

"So, Potter, you know we were invited to go to sit in the Minister's box." Draco's father told him no tot brag and started to talk to Harry. I took a step closer. "Hi, Draco." Draco turned and saw me. "Hey, Tiffany. Irish?" I blushed. "Um, Yeah. I should go. See you at school." I started following the group. "Bye, Tiffany." I turned back around and smiled. "Bye, Draco."

After the Game:

I was ready to go. We were leaving in the morning. I had taken off the jersey and put on my hoodie. Everything else had been put in my bag. I was watching the twins dance around when I heard it. It was like a gun. I sat up straight.

Harry came over. "Tiffany?" I grabbed my bag. "Go. We need to get out." We all tried to get out and saw a mob. There was fire everywhere. Fred grabbed my hand and started to pull. "HARRY!" He was lost in crowd.

"HARRY! HARRY!" Fred pulled me out over the hill and I lost sight of one of my best friends.

Later:

"HARRY?" I walked towards were I last saw him. "HARRY?" I looked around. "Tiffany?" I ran towards the sound. I found Harry in the middle of two burnt tents. I ran up to him. "Hermione, Ron, I found him." The other two came running up.

Then men appeared. "STUPLIFY!" I pulled the others to the ground. "Stop! That's my son." Mr. Weasley came running up and pulled Ron in for a hug. Hermione stood up and Harry helped me up. Harry pointed up at something. It was the Dark Mark. I didn't know where, but I had seen it before.

"Tiffany, what is that?" I took my gaze off the sky and looked into Harry's eyes. "The Dark Mark, Harry. Voldemort's mark." A man who had been talking to Ron's father quickly turned to me. "Don't speak his name!" I crossed my arms. "I will say his name if I want. Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort."

"Tiffany, that's enough." I looked at Mr. Weasley. "Sorry, sir." I frowned. "Tiffany?" I looked at Harry. "What?" I said it with venom. He pulled me a few feet away from the group. "The men who started the fire. I saw one of their faces. And, and, well, it looked like your dad."

I frowned. "Harry. Please don't. I already hate my dad enough. I don't need another reason." Harry sighed. "I know, but still." I nodded.

"Tiffany, Harry, time to go." Mr. Weasley started walking back to the Portkey. The only thing I could think of was what if Harry was right?

At Hogwarts:

"This year Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament. Please join me in welcoming the Ladies of Beauxbatons and the Men of Durmstrang Institute." When the other schools came in it was beautiful. Viktor Krum smiled at Hermione. I gave her a look. "Hermione!"

She was smiling. All of the boys thought the girls were gorgeous. I mean they were pretty. We were dismissed after told about the Goblet of Fire and all. I was walking behind the boys with Hermione up to the dorms when someone spoke. "So, Granger, did I see Krum's eyes on you? He must have thought you were the ugliest girl in Hogwarts."

I turned to find Pansy Parkinson smiling slyly. I opened my mouth to retaliate but a boy stepped in. "Shut it, Pansy." Draco pulled the girl away and shot me an apologetic look. I turned back to Hermione and pulled her up into the dorm.

We were waiting in the Great Hall for the names to be drawn. But before that, Professor Dumbledore had an announcement.

"Hello. Before the choosing I would like to tell you all something. The Durmstrang and Beauxbatons Quidditch teams would like to challenge our two finalist of last year. Those are Gryffindor and Slytherin. Slytherin will play Durmstrang and Gryffindor shall play Beauxbatons. Whoever wins in these games shall go on and battle the other teams. The first game will take place tomorrow. Gryffindor and Beaux batons."

I was frozen. I was one of the Gryffindor chasers. I looked at Harry. Dumbledore clapped his hands. "Teams, be ready at nine sharp. Now for the Choosing of the Champions."

The Goblet chose Cedric, Viktor, and Fleur. While Professor Dumbledore congratulated them the Goblet's fire turned red once again. I sucked in a breath as Dumbledore turned and watched another piece of paper fall from the flame.

He turned it over and read it silently. Then he said something. I couldn't make out. "HARRY POTTER!" his eyes searched the crowd of students. I looked down at Harry. "HARRY POTTER!" I pushed Harry off the bench, "Go, Harry."

Harry slowly walked up. The other kids stared at him in fear, anger, and envy. I turned to Hermione. "Hermione, what the heck just happened?" My best friend seemed scared. "Tiffany, I have no idea."

I watched as they whisked away Harry. Professor McGonagall came up to Ron, Hermione, and I. "Follow me, please." I stood and followed her out to her office. She shut the door and turned to us. "Did you see him put his name in? Did you help him?" I shook my head. We all said no. "Go to your dorms and stay in your rooms."

She left and slammed the door behind her. I sighed. Then Ron started to talk as we walked back to our dorm. "Can you believe that bloody bastard? Putting his name in and didn't even tell me how."

I stopped in my tracks. "Ronald, how could you say that?! Harry didn't put his name in. Beside, why would Harry disobey Dumbledore? And I've heard people have gone mad and have even died in this. Why would he?"

Ron threw his hands in the air. "Because he wants to be more bloody famous!" I glared at him and took off to the dorms. Before I walked up the stairs I turned to Ron. "When Harry gets back tell him to come see me. I need to talk to him."

Hermione and I walked to the room we shared and started to talk. I took off my robes, shoes, and socks. I unwound my braid and brushed my hair. "Hermione, you don't think Harry did do it?" Hermione looked up from her trunk.

"If he put his name in the Goblet? No, he would have to be mad to." I nodded and heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Harry. "Ron said you wanted to talk to me?" I nodded and stepped out into the hall.

"Yes, I do. We both need a lot of sleep before the game tomorrow. And…" Harry nodded. "And, what?" I looked down. "The Dark Mark. I've seen it before, before the game. I didn't tell you. I couldn't remember where I had seen it, but…I remember. When I was little my dad was dressing and I walked in. He has always wore long-sleeve shirts, but I saw his arm. The Mark was on his arm."

I looked up at Harry who seemed shocked. "Tiffany? Are you serious?" I nodded. "But, you couldn't have seen him. My dad's on a trip." Harry sighed.

"Tiffany, we'll talk more on this later. We should both get to bed." He turned to go. "Goodnight, Harry." He half turned around. "Goodnight, Tiff."

I walked back in my room and went to change. I climbed into bed and slowly fell asleep.

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