Thursday night was upon them, and Rosalyn was excited to see who would be representing the schools in the Triwizard Tournament.

Over the past few days, she and Hermione had both enjoyed hanging out with Rosalie Delacour. They had already learned that she had one older sister, Fleur, who was in her seventh year at Beauxbatons, brave, but completely different to Rosalie in terms of tricks. She had entered into the tournament.

Rosalie also had a sister called Gabrielle, who was too young for Beauxbatons, but was going to be going there. She was the one that had done the gymnastics in the Great Hall in the opening ceremonies for the two schools. She had been given permission to come to Hogwarts to see her other sister.

Rosalie had also met Ron and Harry by now, who had both been rather transfixed by her when they met her. Rosalyn, however, had snapped them out of it and now Rosalie was a regular visitor to the Gryffindor table.

And of course, she had been informed by Hermione about Tristan.

"You're absolutely stunning, Rosalyn! If I were in his position, I'd want to date you, too," she had told the girl. Rosalyn had smiled.

Anyway, that night, Rosalyn and Hermione went down to the great hall alone, as Rosalie was already there with her sisters.

When they got there, the whole room was covered in students milling about. Finally, Dumbledore stood up and said. "Sit down, please."

Rosalyn, Hermione, Ron and Harry sat together, excited but slightly scared.

Dumbledore carried on promptly. "Now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champion selection!"

He held his hand out and pivoted in a circle, making all the flaming lamps around the hall go down. Their flames now represented a candle's.

Dumbledore walked over to the goblet with the room in complete silence. He placed both hands on it, then moved away with one hand still facing towards it.

Suddenly the flames turned from blue to red, and a regular strip of paper came out. Dumbledore caught it and read it as the goblet's flames went back to blue.

"The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum!"

There was a lot of cheering as all Krum's friends shook his hand and clapped him on the back. He shook Dumbledore's hand as well, though, Rosalyn did notice, they with his friends and with Dumbledore too, he wasn't the one making the noise.

Krum was directed to a room off the hall and he went to it promptly. He had been chosen, but there were still two more to go.

Soon the goblet's flames were red again and another bit of paper was being expelled from the goblet. Somehow, though, Dumbledore was still able to read it.

"The champion from Beauxbatons... is Fleur Delacour!"

Rosalyn and Rosalie exchanged looks as Fleur, who was more or less just a carbon copy of Rosalie but just a little older, stood up, and walked towards Dumbledore. She shook his hand with dignity.

Fleur went to the same room that Krum had, then Dumbledore continued, ready, as everyone else was, to see the last champion.

From blue to red to giving Dumbledore a piece of paper which he read yet again, and for the past time.

"The Hogwarts champion is... Cedric Diggory!"

There was a lot of cheering and Fred and George muttered, "pretty boy," under their breath. Rosalyn knew they only said this because they hadn't been able to be chosen, so she rolled her eyes.

Cedric smiled and shook Dumbledore's hand with, it was clear, unrelenting joy. He walked to the room, but not without stopping to talk to a few girls on the way.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore shouted and the clapping students went silent. "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 history, the Triwizard Cup!"

Mr Crouch had been standing behind Dumbledore and he unveiled this cup at the moment that the headmaster stopped speaking. The cup was brilliant. It was silver and glistening, but also glassy, shining, with the word WIZ on it.

All the teachers were huddled around the cup, but Snape suddenly walked forward, a confused look on his face. He was looking at the goblet. Dumbledore then looked back and so did all the students.

The goblet still had blue flames, but it looked like how the red ones did when a name was going to be given. The flames suddenly did go red and rose right into the air, where a bit of paper came out of them. Dumbledore read it, then looked around in shock. Then he read the name, one that no one was prepared for.

"Rosalyn Potter."

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Rosalyn sat there in shock, her heart froze and her blood chilled. She hadn't entered her name into the tournament, so why was her name being read out there?

She felt eyes on her, and soon she felt that every single person in the room was looking at her.

"Rosalyn Potter!" Dumbledore said and again, and Rosalyn was determined to fall through a hole in the floor.

"Come on Rosie," Hermione said, but Rosalyn was frozen. She couldn't move.

"Rosie, for goodness' sake-" Hermione hoisted her up and pushed her in the direction of Dumbledore.

Every bone in her body was telling her not to move, but Rosalyn walked down to Dumbledore, who was still holding the slip that bore her name in his hand. He gave it to her and she walked up the aisle between the tables. Those who were on the tables looked at her like she was vermin, like she had cheated them out of something. And the worst part was, she had.

"She's a cheat!" Someone yelled.

"She's not even seventeen yet!"

Rosalyn's hair whipped her face as she turned, snapping angrily. "Do you think I want to fucking kill myself?"

She didn't even care that she had just sworn in front of all her teachers. Anger was seething through her body and so was fear.

The school, too, were surprised, and were all to much in shock to stop her.

Rosalyn looked at the whole school, and the two other ones, and breathed. She was now shaking out of anger, and as she got to the top of the tables, she clenched her fists.

She turned on her heel and faced the teachers. Snape was glaring at her, McGonagall placed a hand on her shoulder, Karkaroff looked as though he would quite like to stab her and Moody... he looked somehow satisfied. Rosalyn wondered why that was.

After Moody, she was finally allowed into the room. Rosalyn had never been in it before. It had black gates that opened for her as soon as she came down the stairs, a fire burning in a grate and cabinets full of trophies and old Hogwarts treasures.

Fleur, Krum and Cedric were all there, and they formed into a group as all the teachers came down the stairs, yelling and fighting.

Dumbledore was at the fore, along with McGonagall, Snape, Crouch, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime and Moody. Dumbledore came towards Rosalyn.

"Rosalyn, did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" Dumbledore asked putting his hands on her shoulders.

"No, Sir," said Rosalyn stoutly.

"Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?" Dumbledore asked again.

"No, Sir," Rosalyn said again.

"You're absolutely sure?" Dumbledore asked.

"YES!" Rosalyn yelled. She shook Dumbledore off and looked at the other teachers. "I said it in there and I'm saying it out here, I didn't put my f- my name in that goblet!"

"But of course she is lying!" Madam Maxime batted a lamp out of her way as she made her way towards Rosalyn and Dumbledore.

"I'm NOT," Rosalyn said desperately.

"Of course she's not!" Moody growled, limping over to Dumbledore. "The goblet of fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object and only an exceptionally powerful confundus charm could've hoodwinked it! Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year!"

"You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye," Karkaroff said, facing Moody.

"It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff, perhaps you remember," Moody whispered.

"This doesn't help, Alastor!" Dumbledore said, striding in between them then going over to Crouch. "I'm going to leave this to you, Barty."

Crouch began to speak. "The rules are absolute. The goblet of fire constitutes a binding magical contract." He turned round. "Miss Potter has no choice. She is, as of tonight, a Triwizard champion."

Rosalyn smiled sarcastically and lost her temper. "You know what? That's fine. You can all watch me die then second guess your decision."

She left. She didn't care what anyone had to say anymore, she just hoped that her friends would believe her. She walked back up to the common room and dreaded opening the portrait, she said the password to the fat lady and opened the portrait.

The common room was buzzing and everyone wanted to see her. They all wanted to know how she had got her name in the goblet.

"How could you-"

"Can you show me-"

"You haven't got a beard!"

"She's got to teach us her tricks?"

"But Rosalyn, how did you get it in?"

"I DIDN'T!"

But no matter how many times she said it, no one seemed to care. They were all convinced that she had entered, and none of them were changing that decision.

Rosalyn stomped up the stairs, but before she could go any further, two of the three people she wanted to see most stopped her. Ron and Harry.

However, they didn't look very happy to see her.

As soon as they saw her, their expressions became moody.

"How did you do it?" Ron asked as they walked away from her. She was confused. What was their deal?

"What?" She asked. "You... think I put my name in? I still submit to what I said earlier, do you think I want this?"

"Never mind," Harry said bitterly. "It doesn't matter, but you might've let your best friends know."

"Let you know what?"

"You know bloody well what, Rosie, don't pretend."

"I didn't ask for this to happen you two, okay?" Rosalyn said, she walked past them. "You're being stupid."

"Oh yeah, that's us, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, Rosalyn Potter's stupid friends," Harry said.

Rosalyn turned round. "Look, I didn't put my name in that cup, I don't want eternal glory, I told you, and I certainly want to live past fourteen!"

She stopped and started again. "Look. I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why, but what I do know is that I'm against the world here, and that's what you're going to turn into if you don't bloody believe me!"

They turned round and walked off but Rosalyn caught a "piss off," before they were out of sight.

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Rosalyn didn't speak to anyone in the dorm when she got up. Hermione wasn't there, and, based on Ron and Harry's reaction to her getting picked to do the tournament, Rosalyn wasn't so sure she wanted to see her.

She walked down to breakfast, and felt the Great Hall go silent as soon as she stepped into it. She took one look at Harry and Ron, who threw her withering ones back, and rolled her eyes. That was when she knew this day was not destined to be fun.

She hadn't even sat down at the Gryffindor table before Hermione came rushing over to her.

"Rosie, hey, I was waiting for you..." she said, as Rosalyn looked at her.

"To say what?" Rosalyn raised her eyebrows.

Hermione looked at her. "To say that I believe you, of course! I'm not that stupid! And also... I heard about Harry and Ron."

"So you're only believing me because you don't want me to have no friends?" Rosalyn asked.

"No, of course no- oh, let's get out of here," Hermione rolled her eyes as Pansy Parkinson wolf whistled at the pair from the Slytherin table and quite a few people laughed.

So, taking some plain toast with them, Rosalyn and Hermione exited the castle and walked. Hermione told her that she had believed her since her name was called.

"The look on your face, Rosie... I don't see how anyone can think you entered!"

And Rosalyn told her all about last night. About the teachers, the storming out, yelling at the Gryffindors and Harry and Ron. Her two brothers that had now turned against her.

Hermione sighed. "Yes, as I said, they said that they didn't believe that you hadn't entered after you left. I fought against them but it isn't the fact that they don't believe you, it's the fact that they're-"

She stopped and Rosalyn said. "I could think of a few words to finish that sentence off-"

"No, that's not what I meant," Hermione started before Rosalyn could start listing said 'words'.

"So what? What are they?" Rosalyn asked. "Because I already know-"

"Oh, Rosie, isn't it obvious?" Hermione asked and Rosalyn shook her head. "They're jealous!"

"Jealous?" Rosalyn asked. "What? They want to snap their necks? I could pitch them off the Astronomy tower if they're that desperate-"

"No, Rosie! What I meant was that they're jealous of you, they don't want to enter the tournament, they-"

"They what?" Rosalyn asked, getting more irritated by the second. "What, exactly?"

"Rosie, stop being so snappy, I believe you, remember?" Hermione said heatedly, and Rosalyn nodded in shame.

"Right, listen, I'll start with Ron. He grew up with you and he and you were always equals. Mrs Weasley treated you like you were the same, which was right, and he was happy. But when you came to Hogwarts, people shunted him aside to look at you, and you weren't just his sister, you were famous-"

"I didn't ask for that!" Rosalyn protested immediately. "I didn't want that!"

"I know, Rosie. What I meant was that you and him weren't equal anymore. And I know you wanted to be, I know you can't help it, but it's just how it is. And this is just one time too many that you've taken the limelight he wanted to have," Hermione sighed before continuing.

"Anyways, for Harry, you and him were both famous, you both came out alive from the battle with You-Know-Who. But it's always been you who's actually got the limelight. You saved the Philosopher's stone, you fought Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets, you fought off all those dementors last year, and you were the one that got picked for the tournament."

"But I didn't ask- I didn't want- how can they-" Rosalyn stuttered.

Hermione said. "I didn't say that they're being sensible, but I just told you their reasoning. Anyway, now we have to stop thinking about the boys and think about what you're going to do. What's the first thing you do when you get back up to the castle?"

"Yeah, give Harry and Ron a good old-fashioned kick up the-"

"No, write to Sirius and Izzy!" Hermione said. "I know they haven't replied to your original letter but just write another one, they have to know everything that's going on with you!"

Rosalyn rolled her eyes. "Fine. Just- fine."

"And Harry and Ron'll come round," Hermione smiled slightly. "I don't think it's sensible, in my opinion, I think it just shows that their friendship isn't as true as their regrets."

Rosalyn smiled for the first time since he name had been chosen. "You can still sound like a true poet when we're in this situation."

Hermione giggled. "Thanks Rosie. And... just so you know, I'll always believe you, I promise."

Rosalyn smiled as she walked back up to the castle with her best friend.