Jack's POV

It's been thirteen days since the champions were announced. Hermione and I are the only ones aside from the adults. That believe Harry didn't put his name into the goblet. Ron even thinks he did it. Oh Lee now knows I'm a girl.

Anyway sense I've been having visions all summer of Harry competing in the tournament. Dumbledore swore me to secrecy. I can't tell Harry what the tasks are. But I can help him train for them. But I can't interfere with the tasks.

Harry sent a letter to Sirius informing him of what's happened. Hermione has been trying to be the peace maker between him and Ron. With little success. But I'm sure Ron will come around eventually, which is why I'm doing nothing.

Draco tried to goad Harry and failed. So tried to hex him instead. But Moody got to Draco first and turned into a ferret. Bounced him around for awhile. Before McGonagall put a stop to it and had Moody take Draco to Snape for a proper punishment for trying to hex Harry.

Badges have been made in support of Cedric as the true Hogwarts champion. It also has 'Potter Stinks' on it. Which I'm annoyed about. Harry is not the only Potter in Hogwarts.

So Harry and I were in potions with the rest of our house along with Slytherin. Today we are making antidotes to poisons. Snape is going to test them on all of us. Well only one of us. As I got started on making my antidote there was a knock on the class room door. It was Colin Creevey.

"Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs" Colin tells Snape. "And Jack Potter too" he adds. Snape stared down his hooked nose at Colin, whose smile faded from his eager face.

"The Potters have another hour of Potions to complete. They will come upstairs when this class is finished" Snape tells him coldly.

"Sir - sir, Mr. Bagman wants them" Colin stutters. ""All the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs" he states. Then why do I have to go? I'm not a champion.

"Very well, very well" Snape snaps. "Potter, leave your things here, I want you back down here later to test your antidote. Same to you Jack" he tells us.

"Please, sir. They've got to take their things with them" Colin tells him.

"Very well! Potter - take your bag and get out of my sight!" Snape snaps. Harry and I grab our things and left with Colin.

"Colin, do you know why I'm being summoned?" I ask him curious. "I'm not the champion, Harry is" I state.

"The reporter wants to interview you" he states.

"Strange" I say as we follow him. When we reached the right room. Colin wished us both luck and left. Harry and I enter a small classroom. To see the other three champions, Ludo, a photographer and the reporter.

"Ah, here he is! Champion number four! In you come, Harry, in you come. . . nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment" Ludo states. "Pleasure to see you again Jack" he adds.

"Wand weighing?" Harry asks confused.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead" Ludo tells him. That's true. "The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter" he says introducing the reporter. "She's doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet" he states.

"Maybe not that small, Ludo" she says eyeing Harry and I. Her hair was set in elaborate and curiously rigid curls that contrasted oddly with her heavy-jawed face. She wore jeweled spectacles. The thick fingers clutching her crocodile-skin handbag ended in two-inch nails, painted crimson.

"I wonder if I could have a little word with Harry and Jack before we start?" she asks. "The youngest champion and his twin brother, you know. . . to add a bit of color?" she states. Ludo agrees and she drags us into a broom closet.

"Why exactly did you want to speak to me Miss Skeeter?" I ask.

"In a moment dear, let me set up" she tells me. "You won't mind, Harry, if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill? It leaves me free to talk to you normally" she states.

"I guess not" I tell her. She reached again into her crocodile bag and drew out a long acid-green quill and a roll of parchment. She put the tip of the green quill into her mouth, sucked it for a moment with apparent relish, then placed it upright on the parchment, where it stood balanced on its point, quivering slightly.

"Testing. . . my name is Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter" she says. The moment Rita Skeeter had spoken, the green quill had started to scribble, skidding across the parchment: Attractive blonde Rita Skeeter, forty-three, who's savage quill has punctured many inflated reputations. That's true. "Now Jack you had a question" she says looking at me expectantly.

"Yes, why did you wish to speak to me?" I ask her.

"Why, you're a mystery. No one knows anything about you, other then you being Harry's twin brother. I want to tell the world more about you" she states.

"Yeah, that's not happening" I tell her. "Thanks for the offer, but I have better things to do then to waste my time here" I state. "Now, I want it known. I fully support Harry and will help him anyway I can with this tournament. I proud to be his twin and don't care if he wins or loses this tournament. As long as he lives" I tell her. "Good day, good luck Harry" I say to the pair before leaving the closet.

"You ok Jack?" Cedric asks me.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I assure him. "Good luck to you all" I say. Just then Dumbledore appears with the judges and Mr Ollivander. "Mr Ollivander long time no see, how are you?" I ask him.

"Mr Potter, a pleasure to see you again" he says. "I thought your brother was the champion" he says confused.

"Oh he is, the reporter wanted to interview me" I state looking at Dumbledore. "She wants to reveal my secrets to the world, but I refused to give her anything" I state. "She's with Harry now, interviewing him" I add.

"I shall go retrieve them" Dumbledore states. "You may leave Jack, enjoy your free afternoon" he tells me.

"Will do professor" I say and leave. I decide to go to the library to get a head start on homework. But run into Fred. "Shouldn't you be in class?" I ask him.

"Shouldn't you Jackie?" he asks me smirking.

"Jack, not Jackie" I correct him. "And no I was taken out of Potions and given the rest of the afternoon off. Now you" I tell him.

"Ok, I skivvied off of class" he admits. "One of the sweets George and I are working on" he states. "So where are you off to?" he asks me.

"Library" I tell him.

"Wrong, we are going to the lake" he tells me.

"But I have homework and I'm sure you do to" I tell him.

"Come on Jackie, live a little. You have an hour where you can be yourself with everyone in class. And you want to was it by studying" he states.

"You have a good point" I say with a smile.

"Yep, lets go Jackie" he says putting an arm around my shoulder leading me away from the library. "Come on, let the disguise fall" he tells me. I look around nervously before doing so. "Much better" he tells me smiling and we head to the lake. We have a competition to see who could skip stones further.

"So, how come George didn't skive off of class?" I ask him.

"We both took different sweets and to antidote for his didn't work. So he is actually in the hospital wing with a bloody nose" he states. I giggle. "I like you better this way, you're happier" he tells me.

"I like me this way too" I tell him. "Honestly, do you know how hard it is pretending to be a guy all the time? It's exhausting" I state.

"Then stop pretending, what's Dumbledore going to do? Expel you for being yourself?" he asks.

"Guess you're right" I say. "It would be cool to see everyones reaction. But we have to do it right, make a big even out of it" I tell him.

"Now you're talking" he says smirking. So we start to brainstorm ideas. Before going to the great hall for dinner. We joined Lee and George telling them the plan. They agreed to help us brainstorm and set up for the big reveal.

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Picture above of Rita Skeeter and picture on the external link of the four champions.