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Blue's P.O.V
I sat up in bed and smiled when I saw Hermione and Lizzie talking.
"You know," Hermione started, "Fred's pissed."
"But it's one date and it's with someone I've known for a while," I sighed.
There was an awkward silence as Lizzie gave me a look, "Oh. I see."
"I'd suggest to try and talk to him but I don't know how much of that you'll get," Hermione sighed as we changed into our uniforms.
We walked down the stairs and the whole Gryffindor common room looked at me. No one spoke a word. I scanned the common room and spotted two gingers.
"George, where's Fred?" I asked as I walked up to George.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" George scoffed.
I looked George up and down and sighed. I took out my phone and put in one earbud. No static.
"Fred, can we talk?" I asked as Hermione pushed Lizzie and I out of the common room.
Static.
"God damn it," I groaned, "Lizzie scare me. I need to cancel with Milo. He's a great friend and clearly my soulmate doesn't agree."
"BOO!"
I sat up in bed in my room. I grabbed my phone and earbuds and put them in, calling Milo. On the second ring he picked up.
"Let me guess," Milo chuckled, "Fred wasn't too happy?"
"Nope. Emma?" I asked.
"Same here," Milo laughed, "So we aren't going on that date, right?"
"As long as we're in agreement on that then sure," I nodded, "Also can you tell Emma that I'm sorry?"
"Of course. And tell Fred if we ever meet he can pull a prank on me," Milo laughed.
"Will do," I nodded.
We hung up and I sighed. I put my phone away and took out my earbuds. I laid down and work up in the Great Hall next to Hermione and Lizzie.
"How'd it go?" Lizzie asked.
"We aren't going on that date anymore. But now I have to get Fred to talk to me," I sighed.
"You could embarrass yourself in front of the whole school," Lizzie smirked.
"What do you have in mind?" I chuckled.
"I found a love," Lizzie's speaker sang, "For me."
I stood up and started doing my duet that was done with Milo, on my own. I looked at the Great Hall door and in walked George, Lee and Fred. I smiled and danced to them. Lee gave me a soft smile, George was glaring at me and Fred. I couldn't read Fred's emotion. When the second verse was about to play I held out my hand to Fred. Fred looked at my hand and pushed it away.
"Really?" I asked.
"You're going on a date with someone who isn't your soulmate," Fred muttered.
"Not anymore," I smiled softly.
"Go dance with Neville for all I care," Fred scoffed as everyone around us laughed, "I don't like dancing."
I scoffed and turned to continue the duet on my own when Neville stood up. I smiled and dance runned over to Neville, holding out my hand in front of him. He looked at Dean and Seamus and gulped, hesitant to take my hand. Neville took my hand and stood up, hopping over the bench. I placed his left hand on my hip and took ahold of his right hand. Neville started to look down while we waltzed and I gave him a little jolt to making him look at me.
"The way to look confident about what you're doing," I whispered as we continued, "Is to keep your head up. No one here cares if your feet don't know what they're doing. As long as you look good doing it, that's what matters."
"Is that how you looked so graceful?" Neville asked.
"Yeah," I nodded, "That and a lot of practice."
Neville nodded locking eyes with me for the rest of duet. The song ended and I laughed, pulling Neville into a hug as some people clapped. I looked at Fred who looked rather annoyed. I rolled my eyes and sat down to eat breakfast. We went DADA with the fourth years, as Lizzie and I were put in all fourth year level classes instead of fifth. I was sitting with Lizzie behind Hermione and god I know what happens in this class and I'm not going to like it. We kept talking in the class until Mad-Eye walked in.
"Alastor Moody," Mad-Eye spoke as he wrote his name on the board, "Ministry malcontent. And your new defence against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions? When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"
"Three sir," Hermione spoke up.
"And they are so named?" Mad-Eye asked.
"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will..." Hermione trailed off.
"Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared," Mad-Eye spoke, "You need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr.Finnigan!"
"Awe, no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head," Seamus groaned.
Mad-Eye threw his chalk toward Seamus in anger, "And hear across classroom! So, which curse shall we see first? Weasley!"
"Yes," Ron stuttered out.
"Stand!" Mad-Eye snapped as Ron stood hesitantly, "Give us a curse."
"Well, my dad did tell me about one," Ron explained, "The imperious curse."
"Ahhh yes, your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why," Mad-Eye explained as he opened a jar and took out a Tailless whip scorpion, "Engorgio!"
The arachnid grew as I put one of my headphones in whispered, "Fred."
Mad-Eye casted Imperio and started moving the arachnid around the room.
"What?" He asked in a whisper.
"I've got a bad feeling about Moody," I whispered back.
"I bet you're just nervous," Fred chuckled, "And why are you coming to me? You have Neville you could go to."
Mad-Eye flung the arachnid towards me and I yelped.
"The world traveler. The girl not from our world and the girl who has a soulmate. How's it like, being with people younger than you in class?" Mad-Eye snapped, "You should put your muggle device away before I break it!"
"Bye Fred," I whispered before taking out my headphones.
Mad-Eye brought the arachnid back to his hand, "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another.. another..Come on come on. Longbottom is it? Up."
Neville slowly stood up and I gulped.
"He's fine," Lizzie assured me.
"He won't be after this lesson," I sighed.
"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology," Mad-Eye spoke.
"There's the um..the Cruciatus curse," Neville stuttered out.
"Correct! Correct! Come, come," Mad-Eye nodded as he motioned for Neville to follow him to the front of the class, "Particularly nasty. The torture curse. Crucio!"
I watched Neville's face twist with disgust and distress.
"Stop it!" I yelled, "Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!"
Mad-Eye stopped and Neville stood staring at the arachnid as Mad-Eye picked it up, walking over to my desk. Lizzie's eyes went wide and put her head behind my back. Did I ever mention one of Lizzie's favorite animals were spiders? Yeah, Ron could never.
"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Ortiz," Mad-Eye glared at me with his eye one that could.
I shook my head knowing I'm going to witness that curse used on a certain hufflepuff.
"No?" Mad-Eye asked before I turned away from the arachnid in front of me, "Avada kedavra! The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room."
Everyone looked at Harry and I sighed. Mad-Eye drank more of his 'Pumpkin Juice' and continued with class. Class went by fast after that and we were dismissed. Lizzie and I walked with Ron, Hermione and Harry as Ron spoke up.
"Brilliant isn't he! Completely demented of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with, he's really BEEN there you know," Ron awed.
"Say he's brilliant once more for killing an innocent spider, I'll turn your blanket into one when you're sleeping!" Lizzie snapped.
I laughed and pulled her into a hug.
"There's a reason those curses are unforgivable, and to perform them in a classroom. I mean did you see Neville's face," Hermione asked as I spotted Neville.
"Neville?" I asked and he turned around facing me.
Mad-Eye came up behind us and pats Neville on the shoulder, "Son, you alright?"
Neville nodded slightly and I gulped.
"Come on, we'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something," Mad-Eye smiled as he lead Neville away.
Hermione, Lizzie and I were reading different books as people put their names into the Goblet of Fire. I chuckled as many people did. I watched as Cedric and his friends ran in smiling and laughing.
"Go on Cedric, put it in!" One of them laughed.
Cedric put his name into the Goblet of Fire. People started clapping and I looked at Harry and Ron who we standing near Cedric. Cedric turned and walked away from the goblet and Ron tried waving, in which he failed. I stood up and walked over to Ron and Harry.
"Eternal glory, be brilliant wouldn't it? In three years from now we'll be old enough to be chosen," Ron smiled excitedly.
"Yeah well rather you than me," Harry chuckled.
"Rather you both than me. I'm not even from here," I laughed, making the boys laugh as well.
"Haha yeah!" Fred and George yelled as they ran into the hall with two vials of their age serum I told them not to make.
Everyone cheered for them and I sat back down next to Hermione. They gave people high fives and I laughed.
"Thank you thank you, well lads we've done it," George laughed.
"Cooked it up just this morning," Fred smiled.
"It's not going to work," Hermione spoke in a song like voice.
"Oh yeah?" Fred chuckled as he sat next to Hermione..
"And why's that Granger?" George asked Hermione as he sat next to me.
"You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself," Hermione explained.
"So?" Fred asked.
"And what did I say about making it?" I sighed.
"You said not to," George laughed, "But we did anyway."
"Clearly," I laughed.
"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion," Hermione groaned as she slammed her book shut.
"That's why it's so brilliant," Fred smirked.
"Cause he's so pathetically dim-witted," George smirked as well.
Fred and George stood up and shook their vials.
"Ready Fred?" George asked.
"Ready George," Fred nodded.
They took off the tops and linked arms.
"Bottoms up," They spoke in unison.
They unlinked arms and jumped through the circle. Everyone started cheering and I looked at Lizzie who was just about as ready as I was to burst out laughing. Fred and George placed their names into the Goblet of Fire and high fived.
"3," I smirked.
"2," Lizzie started to laugh.
"1," I snickered.
The fire erupted and flung Fred and George back, causing them to grow beards. Lizzie and I let the laughter take over us.
"It was better in person!" I wheezed.
"I'm so happy I was here to see that," Lizzie cackled.
Fred and George looked at each other, feeling their now gray beards.
"You said!" George yelled.
"You said!" Fred yelled back.
They rolled around on the floor as the crowd cheered. The room became silent as Viktor Krum walked in. Lizzie and I stopped laughing and I elbowed Hermione. Krum put his name into the flame and looked at Hermione. Hermione gave him a small smile as Krum left the hall. I elbowed Hermione and smirked. Hermione rolled her eyes and laughed.
Later that night we gathered back into the goblet room.
"Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champions selection!" Dumbledore yelled.
He made the fire that lit up the room dim as everyone settled down. He approached goblet and the blue flame glowed red. A piece paper popped out of the fire and Dumbledore caught it.
"The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!" Dumbledore spoke.
The durmstrang crowd cheered as Viktor stood up. He shook Dumbledore's hand and went into a back room. The fire turned red again and out popped a blue paper fan.
"The champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore spoke again.
Fleur stood up and shook Dumbledore's hand, going into the same back room that Viktor just went in.
"The Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore spoke as Cedric stood up as his friends cheered him on.
He shook Dumbledore's hand and I chuckled as Lizzie elbowed me.
"What's so funny?" Fred and George asked.
"Nothing," I snickered.
Cedric went into the back room.
"Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the tri-wizard cup!" Dumbledore yelled so everyone could hear him as he revealed the tri-wizard cup.
People cheered but the goblet glowed red again. The name flies out and Dumbledore take it.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore read softly before yelling, "Harry Potter?"
I bit my lip, holding back my laugh saying I knew something they didn't.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore yelled again.
"Go on Harry," Hermione shoved him lightly, "Harry for goodness sake."
Harry slowly walked up to Dumbledore as I saw Ron glaring behind him.
"Ron, stop," I whispered, "He didn't do it."
"Then how'd he get his name in it?" Ron snapped.
Harry went into the back room and I sighed.
"We're all done here," Lizzie chuckled.
The goblet glowed Red again and Lizzie and I shared a look. Dumbledore caught the paper and looked over it.
"Roxie Ortiz?" He asked, "Roxie Ortiz!"
"And this is where I die," I chuckled as I stood up.
"How did you?" Fred asked.
"I didn't," I shook my head.
I walked up to Dumbledore and shook his hand as I then went into the back room as well. I looked around and realized it was the trophy room. The other teachers followed in pursuit as I met up with Harry, Fleur, Krum and Cedric.
"Harry, Roxie! Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"No sir," Harry and I shook our heads.
"Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?" Dumbledore asked.
"No but I should have told Fred and George to do that," I chuckled.
"Ms.Ortiz, this is no laughing matter," Professor Mcgonagall sighed.
"I didn't," Harry shook his head.
"You're absolutely sure?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes we are," Harry and I nodded.
"Well of course they are lying," Madame Maxime scoffed.
"The hell they are. The goblet of fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object, only an exceptionally powerful conjurer could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond talents of a fourth and fifth year who is in fourth year classes," Mad-Eye spoke up.
"True," I chuckled, "But harsh."
"You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye," Igor scoffed.
"It was once my job to think as dark wizards do Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember?" Mad-Eye snapped.
"That doesn't help alastor. Leave this to you Barty," Dumbledore spoke up.
"The rules are absolute, the Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr.Potter and Ms.Ortiz have no choice, they are as of tonight, a tri-wizards champion," Barty spoke up.
What did I get myself into?