Today was Halloween and I was walking down to the feast alone. The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students had arrived last night and today, the Triwizard Champions would be chosen.

The first thing I'd noticed when I walked in the Great Hall, was that the Goblet of Fire had been moved from its sport in the Entrance Hall to directly in front of the Dumbledore's empty chair.

The second thing I noticed was that Fred, George and Lee were already sitting at the Gryffindor table, all completely clean shaven.

The image of Fred and George with their long beards was still fresh in my mind and made me grin just thinking about it.

"Hey guys," I greeted, taking a seat beside the three of them.

"I have a question for you," Fred said. "Who looked better in the beard, me or George?"

I chuckled at the way he said his twin's name with pretend hatred. "Erm... I'd have to think," I said thoughtfully. "It's hard to choose – too bad you're not identical or something."

"If only," Fred sighed.

"So?" George prompted. "Who do you choose?"

"Hey look, it's Harry, Ron and Hermione!" I cried out happily.

"This is not over," Fred hissed in my ear, before saying loudly to the others, "I hope it's Angelina."

"So do I!" Hermione said. "Well, we'll soon know!"

The Halloween Feast seemed to go on for much longer than usual, whether that was because of the fact that this was the second feast in two days or simply because I am not a patient witch.

But there was one more contributing factor.

Harry.

Several weeks had passed since my emotional meltdown. Harry had eventually taken me to the Hospital Wing where Madam Pomfrey had given me a calming potion and told me to take it easy for the rest of the day.

When I awoke the next morning however, all the embarrassment I should've been feeling the day before had hit me and I had seriously considered not leaving me bed for another day. However, Hermione had refused to let me miss out on another class.

Ever since then, I've been avoiding eye contact with Harry, hoping that if I ignored him, it would be like nothing ever happened.

But of course that was kind of hard to do now, seeing as he had decided to sit right next to me, so close it was impossible for me to eat without colliding my elbows against his own.

After what felt like a lifetime of awkward eating, the food vanished and the plates returned to their usual spotless state.

Dumbledore stood up to address three schools.

"Well, the Goblet is almost ready to make its decision," he said. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber where they will be receiving their first instructions."

With a wave of his wand, all the candles went out (aside from the ones inside the carved pumpkins). The bright, bluey-white flames of The Goblet of Fire were now the main source of light. Everyone watched in anticipation.

"Any second," Lee whispered.

And he was right. Seconds later, the flames turned red again as sparks began to fly from it. There was a loud gasp as a the goblet shot out a charred piece of parchment which Dumbledore caught easily.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, his voice clear as it echoed through the silent hall. "Will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" Ron shouted over the cheering and applauding. I nodded in agreement. Of course the goblet would choose someone as famous and as talented as Viktor Krum.

"Bravo Viktor!" Karkaroff shouted over the noise. "I knew you had it in you."

When Krum had disappeared through the door into the side chamber, the flames turned red once more and another parchment was shot out and caught by Hogwarts' Headmaster.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted from beside me. I sent Ron a knowing grin as the girl, Fleur, made her way up to the Staff table.

The Goblet of Fire turned red yet again, and Dumbledore pulled out the piece of parchment that would tell us who the Hogwarts champion would be. "The Hogwarts champion is..."

"No!" Ron yelled but his shouts was quickly drowned out by the uproar from the next table. The Hufflepuffs were screaming as Cedric Diggory made his way past them, a large grin easily visible on his handsome face.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily once the applause had died down and Cedric and joined his fellow champions in the chamber behind the teacher's table. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real –"

Dumbledore stopped talking as the fire in the Goblet turned red again, shooting out a forth slip of parchment. He caught it and stared at the name for a long while.

The Great Hall was deafly silent as they all waited for Dumbledore to speak again. Clearing his throat, he finally read out the name of the forth champion.

"Harry Potter."

I froze and I could feel Harry tense up beside me. For a moment, I though there had been a mistake. Was there another Harry Potter at one of these schools? Unlikely, and even then, the goblet had already chosen its three champions. Hogwarts already had its champion...

"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly. "You know I didn't."

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

"Go on," I whispered. Harry nodded and slowly got to his feet. No one spoke, not even after Harry had disappeared through the door. Harry hadn't put his name in, he couldn't have, could he?

Once Dumbledore had dismissed everyone, he, Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape all disappeared through the same door as the champions had done. As Harry had done...

"How do you reckon he did it?" Fred whispered to me excitedly as we followed the crowd out of the Great Hall.

"He didn't do it," I said honestly. "You saw his face when they called his name. That's not the face of someone who knew there was a possibility of getting chosen."

"Okay," Fred said in a tone that told me he didn't believe me. "So if Harry didn't put his name in, who did?"

"I have no idea. Maybe it's someone's idea of a sick joke. I mean, if Harry gets injured because of them then I swear..."

"You will murder them in cold blood?"

"I'm serious, Fred."

"So am I," Then at my unamused look, he added, "I'm sure Harry will be fine, Lean. Don't worry..."

"Oi, Fred!" George shouted as he and Lee caught up to us. "Why didn't you wait up?"

"I was walking," Fred said. "With Lean."

"You know if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to replace us with her," Lee said jokingly.

George scoffed. "He better not."

"Maybe I will, Lean's so much prettier..." Fred said, putting an arm around my neck.

"And that's my cue to leave," I said, untangling myself from the over-friendly Weasley.

"Great, I'll go with," Fred said eagerly.

"Nah mate," George said, guiding him in the opposite direction. "You need to help us bring up food for the party we're throwing Harry."

After lying to Fred, promising I'll find him later to continue our discussion, I left the three boys to wander down to the kitchens whilst I walked slowly up to the Gryffindor Tower, alone with just my thoughts for company. But to be honest, that was kind of the way I preferred it.

The Gryffindor common room was alive with noise when I stepped in. And food – how had Fred, George and Lee beat me here from the kitchens? I must've gone a much longer way than I'd realised...

I searched the crowd for a familiar face and smiled when I saw the exact person I'd been looking for. "Hey 'Mione," I said, falling into the empty armchair beside her. "Where's Ron?"

"He went to his dorm," she said. "He's a little... jealous right now."

"I see," was all I said.

There was a short pause before Hermione spoke. "I was going to wait for Harry but—"

"Yep," I said eagerly, standing up from my seat earning an amused look from Hermione.

"You don't even know what I was going to say yet?"

"I have my ways. And unless you're going to ask me to jump off the Astronomy Tower... or marry you, I think yes is a safe enough answer."

"I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to bed," Hermione said. Then, raising her brows, she asked. "Why would I want to marry you?"

"I think the question is, why wouldn't you?" I smirked. "And forgive me if I'm mistaken, but didn't you just ask me to go to bed with you?"

"Ugh," Hermione groaned standing up. "You're impossible, Lean."

"Thank you."

"That was not a compliment."

"It was and we both know it."

Hermione groaned again. "You've been spending too much time with the Weasley twins."

I chuckled as she led the way up the spiral staircase to our dorm at the very top. Hanging with Hermione had an amazing effect on me and I was no longer worrying about Harry the tournament. We had a fun night just talking and laughing in our pyjamas before falling asleep at around eleven.

Such a great time that when I woke in the morning, I had almost completely forgotten about the incident last night.

Almost.

"Out of my way!" I shouted as I dove straight through a group of second year girls making their way up the spiral staircase. I needed to find Harry as soon as possible to talk about... well everything.

Fortunately, I'd arrived in the common room at exactly the right moment.

"Harry!" I cried out, rushing to the familiar figure on his way to the portrait hole. "HARRY!"

He turned around and gave me a surprised look. "Lean?"

"I just want to say..." I was a little breathless from running down all those stairs at full speed. "I... don't think... you put... your name... into... the goblet..."

Harry smiled warmly. "Thank you Lean, you have no idea how grateful I am to hear those words... You don't happen to have any theories on who you think put my name in? Or why?"

I shrugged. "Sorry Harry, but your guess is as good as mine." At his disappointed look, I hurried to change the subject. "Are you going to the Great Hall?"

"Yeah, you wanna join?"

"Nah, that's okay," I said, waving him off and wondering why I had even asked. "I'm still full from last night. Besides, Neville's supposed to be helping me with my Herbology homework... You haven't seen him, have you?"

"No, sorry. Do you want me to help you look?"

"Actually, I think you better run," I said. "Unless you want to be cornered by two adoring fans. Hint, their surname starts with C and rhymes with Greevey."

Harry grimaced in understanding and hurried through the portrait hole and out of sight, leaving me grinning like an idiot.