Opposites attract

Fourth year 1.0

It is the beginning of the fourth year and all that people have been talking about is the triwizard tournament. Some people say that Cedric is going to enter but after doing my research on this tournament. It's very dangerous and people can die in this tournament. Not like I care about Cedric as he made me lose my best friends & my boyfriend. But  I have my brother Harry and his friends who are actually pretty cool.

The next day, Hagrid is out holding up these signs that people use at airports to help the planes land. A flying carriage with some glamorous horses pulling the carriage approaches Hogwarts. The carriage lands in the courtyard and out comes a swamp of girls dressed in blue with blue hats as well. Before a extremely tall lady even taller than Hagrid steps out and follows behind her students.

People are then distracted as a boat appears out of the water as it docks and a gang of boys dressed in thick fur coats holding stafes come off board before being followed by a man also dressed in a thick fur coat.

Susan & Harriet still not talking to me and Draco can't even look in my direction. Good news though, Cedric has moved on with this Ravenclaw girl called Cho Chang who I believe yes my own brother has a thing for her. But I don't want to cause any more drama. We all gather in the great hall to welcome the two new schools. Beauxbatons & Drumstrangs. Everyone is staring and drooling over Krum even some of the boys but honestly he's not my type. After Dumbledore welcomes the schools and presents the goblet of fire where students from all three schools who are over the age of seventeen can enter. So as rumoured Cedric puts his name in, as does Krum for Drumstrang & Fleur for Beauxbatons. But then to everyone's surprise there is a fourth entry that spits out of the goblet as Dumbledore catches it. "Harriet Potter!" He beams.
"No. It cant be. I'm not old enough." Harriet whispers to herself. "Harriet Potter!" Dumbledore declares again. As Harriet stands up and heads up to collect it. As I hear a loud boo from the rest of the room before the four champions are guided into a room.

Dumbledore comes over to Harriet. "Harriet! Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" Dumbledore asks.
"No sir. Believe me I'm just as surprised as the rest of you as why my name got into the goblet." Harriet says.
"The rules are absolute, the goblet of fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Miss Potter has no choice, she is as of tonight... a tri-wizards champion." Barth Crouch senior says. Harriet gulps before heading back catching up with Harry, Hermione & Ron in the library.

"How did you do it?" Hermione asks.
"I didn't do it." Harriet says.
"Then, how is your name in the goblet of fire?" Ron asks.
"I don't know, someone is obviously out to get me. It seems beyond something that Susan & Hannah would do. Despite the situation with Draco, I don't think he would do this to me." Harriet says. "Then, who did? As you aren't old enough and you swear you didn't get someone to put your name in for you?" Hermione asks.
"No I swear. I've read about these tournaments. People die. I don't want to die." Harriet says.

The next day, the four championships are interviewed by Rita Skeeter starting with Harriet. "So Harriet, here you sit, a mere girl of twelve.." Rita says.
"I'm fourteen." Harriet says.
"about to compete against three students. Not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?" Rita asks.
"Yes, very much. I don't know how my name got in the cup but it did. Now I have no choice to compete even though I didn't personally enter or ask someone to do it on behalf." Harriet says.

"Course you're not just any ordinary girl of twelve are you..." Rita asks.
"Fourteen." Harriet says.
"The story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament." Rita asks.
"No, like I said I didn't enter." Harriet says. "Course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel Harriet. (to the quill) Scratch that last. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? proud? or concerned that your attitude shows at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic deathwish." Rita says.