I believe Ron and Cedric may be tied for "Biggest Idiot in Hogwarts". One of them is just a pretty face, and the other is someone who obviously doesn't know their best friend well. I can't tell which is worse. Now that I thought of it, I hadn't seen Violet for a couple days. Stressed enough, I rushed down the hallway, looking down at my shoes. I heard laughing, and I glanced up to see everyone wearing big buttons that read "Potter Stinks!" Draco jogged over to me, slapping my back.

"How do you like the promotional advertisements, Potter? I think it really captures the essence of you."

I shoved him away from me, growling, "Get away from me, Malfoy."

"What's the matter, Potter? Crying over your girlfriend, Harrison?"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Oh yeah, I forgot she's got the hots for Diggory."

"She does not. Shut up, Draco."

"Aw, you like her? Good luck with that one. You better make these next couple weeks worth it, but I doubt you'll be coming out of this first task alive."

"That's it!" I yelled, pushing him into the wall. Draco pulled out his wand just as I did.

"Have any last words, Potter?"

"Yeah, I've got one for you! Densaueo!"

"Harry-" I heard someone say off to the side.

"Furnunculas!" Draco shouted, but we both jumped at the sound of the voice to our side, our spells going astray. I turned on my heels, to see Danni laying on her back, sprawled out, clutching her teeth. Goyle was also on his stomach, scratching his arms as boils began to spring up all over.

"Danni!" I yelled, running over to her. She looked up at me, removing her hand to reveal her two front teeth grown to be five times as long, almost going past her bottom lip.

"Is it bad?" She asked, but her front teeth bumping into her bottom lip as she spoke answered it. She jumped up, hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her face. "You're such a jerk!" She spun around and ran off to the Hospital Wing, trying her best to hide her unnatural dis-figuration. Draco smirked at me, as if he had won. My nose twitched and I stomped off to Potions.

"Well, aren't you irritated, Potter?" Snape hissed, hovering over me as I angrily pitched ingredients in my pot.

"No sir, I'm fine."

"Good, because I shall not have your sour attitude ruin my lesson today. I don't care who you are or what-" Just as Snape was about to finish his lecture, a student poked her head in. I let out a little gasp to see it was Violet.

"Excuse me, Professor Snape. Harry is needed for an interview with the Daily Prophet." Snape looked down at me, his frown deepening.

"I expect you do all your classwork tonight, and I recommend finding out from a student, because I won't certainly be informing you."

I nodded, quickly standing and grabbing my books. The door to the class closed as I curiously inspected Violet. "What is it? Something in my teeth?"

"Huh? Um no, I just wasn't expecting to see you out of the Hospital Wing any-"

"Why'd you do that to Danni?" She grumbled, stopping walking on the staircase.

I shook my head, "No, it wasn't like that!" Violet crossed her arms, and I continued, "I got in a fight with Draco, and my spell hit her, not him. Goyle got Draco's boils spell."

"I'm aware. I was just there."

"How did you even get out of there?"

"I was feeling better. You would have known if you visited." I bit my lip, running my hand through my hair.

"I didn't have time."

"Didn't have time? Yet, you had time to pick a fight with Draco? It would have been nice to know that you were in the Tournament."

"Well, what else do you want from me? I can't be Cedric!"

She halted, and grumbled, "What is that supposed to even mean?"

"You know exactly what it means." I retorted, looking her straight in the eye.

Violet cleared her throat and explained, "Cedric visited me every day. He was the one who even told me you were in the tournament. Cedric also told me to tell you sorry about all the buttons. He's been telling people to stop wearing them."

"Oh, has he? I thought his type enjoyed that type of taunting."

Violet's eyebrows furrowed, and her tone soured, "His type?"

"Yes, his type." We finally reached the door to the interview, but Violet blocked the door.

"What is your problem with Cedric?"

"I don't have a problem. He's the enemy, and if you were really my friend, you wouldn't be oogling over him."

"Oogling? I am not! Why would you even care?" I turned red with frustration and rolled my eyes finally, pushing past her and opening the door. "Harry! Don't you dare walk away from me!" I walked in the room, and she followed in. Viktor Krum, Fleur, and Cedric all stood, photos being snapped of them relentlessly. Cedric glanced at Violet and shot her a charming smile, and I nearly gagged. Ludo Bagman rushed over to me, beckoning me to sit. Cedric walked past me, going to talk to Violet, when I heard a squeal from a witch in magenta robes. Cedric nodded, waved at Violet as she exited the room, and sat down in one of the five leather chairs placed in the middle of room.

Bagman asked for my wand, saying it was for "wand weighing". I agreed and gingerly handed it to him. "Here, is Ms. Rita Skeeter." Bagman directed my attention to the witch. Her blonde curls bounced at the top of her head as she trotted over to me.

"Oh, goodness! Harry Potter! Do you mind if I interview him a bit before we get to photos?"

Bagman chuckled, hitting my back, "Why, of course! Go along, Harry!" I nodded, and followed after Rita Skeeter, who led me to a broom cupboard.

"Yes, this is very cozy. So lovely!" I stared at it, not moving. She pushed him in, saying encouraging things such as "Lovely!" or "That's it!". I sat down in the corner of the cupboard, unable to sit up straight. "Now Harry, you don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, right?"

"What is that?" I inquired. Rita smiled and pulled out a long green pen and parchment paper.

Rita coughed and then said clearly, "Testing! Testing! It's Rita Skeeter, a Daily Prophet Reporter!" The quill began to scribble across the paper, writing:

Beautiful golden-haired Rita Skeeter, forty-three, who's incredible quill has stabbed into many inflated egos-

"Fantastic!" She uttered. Adjusting her glasses, she grinned at me. "Now that we got that out of the way, what made you enter this dangerous tournament?"

I itched my ear, not sure what to say. "Um-" But I stopped short, the quill's endless dance distracting me. It was recording:

His jagged mark, one given to him by his darkest memory, ruining his otherwise charming face, Harry Potter's eyes begin to-

"Don't mind the quill. Just answer me honestly, Harry. Think of me as a friend you'd tell all your juiciest secrets to."

"I didn't enter the tournament, Ms. Skeeter." I clarified, fidgeting in my seat. Rita raised his heavily darkened eyebrow. She then shook her head.

"Now Harry, we must be honest with each other. We all know you shouldn't have entered, but you know what our readers love most? A rebellious spirit."

"I'm not rebellious, because I never entered."

"How do you feel about the tasks ahead?" Rita questioned, changing the course of the question.

"Nervous, I guess?"

"You do know many have died in the past, correct?"

"They assured us it would be safer this year."

"Well, you have looked death in the eye more times than once. Have you grown accustomed to this excitement? Is that why you've entered your name? Because you can't get enough attention?"

"Attention is the last thing I want!" I shouted, then shrinking down.

"How would your parents feel if they were alive today to know?" I bit my lip, getting annoyed. Her questions were becoming ridiculous, and I avoided eye contact, glancing down at the pen:

Eyes glazed in his shockingly green eyes, the poor boy chokes back a sob, trying to recollect even a faint memory of his parents.

"I'm not crying!" I said, frustrated. Before Rita could reply, the door to the cupboard swung open, revealing Dumbledore.

"Ah, Dumbledore! We were just finished!" She turned to me, offering her hand, "I cannot thank you enough for your time, Harry." Giving her hand a quick shake, I stomped out, walking back into the room.

"Pictures!" Rita cooed, grabbing her photographer by the collar and throwing him in front of them. Mr. Bagman handed my wand back to me, and Rita positioned us in front of the camera. Karkaroff and Dumbledore stood in the back, and Maxime had to sit in a chair, because her enormous height could not have been fit in the picture. "You, Viktor! Turn your back slightly to the group, as if you are too good for this! Ms. Delacour, you stand on the other end. Yes, that's it! Now flash us a dazzling smile. Arch your back a little, puff your chest! Yes! Cedric, you face us straight on, and show us a little teeth. Gorgeous! Now, Harry, you stand directly in the middle. Crouch a little, and point your wand directly at the camera! Beautiful! Absolutely stunning!" Multiple pictures were snapped, and it felt like an eternity before we were released.

I rushed to the Gryffindor tower, and into my dormitory. Ron pushed past me, grunting, "You got an owl." I bit my lip, wanting to hit him for being so grouchy, but I ran over to the barn owl sitting on the window ledge. I released the scroll it held, and read it slowly:

Harry-

I can't say everything I need to say on here, it is far too risky. I need you to be alone in the Gryffindor Tower at one in the morning by the fireplace, on November 22nd.

I heard of your placement in the tournament, and I know you better than to put your name in. I trust you to look after yourself, but I believe as long as you are around Dumbledore or Moody, no harm will come to you. But, someone is out there, trying to get you. It's alarming that this happened right under Dumbledore's nose. Be careful, and inform me of anything unusual. I shall see you on the 22nd.

Sirius

I quickly jotted him a note, telling him of my interview and the upcoming task. Handing it to the owl, I groaned, unsure of what to do. Deciding to spend my free period to make amends with Violet, I raced out of the dormitory, attempting to find her.

"She wrote what about you?" Violet gasped, looking up from her book. She was sitting under a tree, studying the first few chapters in her Astronomy book.

"She wrote that I was crying about my parents, and even worse, that I entered the Tournament!"

"You promise me you didn't?"

"How many times is everyone going to ask me that? Do you seriously think I want to be in even more danger?"

"I believe you. But who do you think did it?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Obviously someone who doesn't want me alive."

Violet closed her book, and looked sadly at the grass. I squatted beside her, trying to get her to look at me. "What's wrong?"

"It's just, the person who hurt me-that night. They were walking away from the Goblet." I collapsed on my bottom, my eyes widening. I rubbed my temple, trying to process what she said. "Do you think-that person was the one who did it?"

"It's possible."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." Violet muttered, beginning to pack her stuff to leave.

I grabbed her, shaking my head, "I'm sorry for not telling you anything at all. We're even now."

Violet smiled, giving me a hug. "Harry, do you promise not to get mad at me?"

"Why would I get mad at you?" I murmured, staring at her. Her light brown eyes were twinkling, but her bottom lip quivered, as if she was scared. "Well, what is it?"

"Cedric asked me out on a date. When we go to Hogsmeade."

"And you surely told him no?"

"I told him yes." She sighed, placing her hand on mine. "I just thought I should tell you that."

"But, I'm your friend. He's my opponent in this tournament!"

"I know, but he's also my friend!" She exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why do you have this unattainable idea that I can't talk to anyone else?"

"I don't care about anybody else! Just, why him of all people?"

"You know, he doesn't mind that I talk to you. I reckon you get over this quickly, before I just decide to stop talking to one of you all together." Violet grabbed her book, and wiped grass off the back of her robe. "I hope to see you soon, Harry" were her parting words, as she strolled back to her Ravenclaw dormitory.

Oh Harry, you make everything so complicated for yourself. The next chapter will probably be in the eyes of Danni, so get ready for the tone to change into her sassy, American tone. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I really liked writing this one, so please review and tell me what you thought. Thanks, and stay awesome, Gotham!