Startled she flinched and glanced at Ron sitting beside her. His eyes showed shock, but also glimmered with another darker emotion that she didn't want to think about. She swallowed. Had her name really been called? Or was it just her imagination?
"Amanda Potter," Dumbledore repeated. Amanda swallowed, it was true than she had heard her name being called.
"Up here, if you please."
Dazedly, she stood up and took in the sight of three schools of the mostly shocked and angered students, though none hurt her as much as Hermione's blank look and Ron's dark emotion.
Amanda slowly walked down the rows of tables to the front table toward the doorway the champions had entered. Her mind, a disaster zone, buzzed with a billion thoughts, none clear, but all buzzing in the background. The hair on the back of her neck rose and her blood pounded in her veins so loudly that the roaring in her ears was the only thing she could hear as she passed Dumbledore and reached the door.
She hissed as a burning sensation suddenly flared on the inside of her wrist, right where her birthmark was, but as suddenly as it had started it ended. Amanda rubbed her wrist at the now phantom pain than lifted her other hand to the door knob. She slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. One steadying deep breath was all she allowed herself before gathering up her Gryffindor courage and took a step inside.
The room was small with the only light being the fireplace at the end of the room. The fireplace where the other champions were. Her hands trembled slightly as she glanced around the room. The portraits covering the wall stared at her silently, distaste written on all their features except for one, an elderly lady with shocking yellow hair and a poker face.
Amanda tore her eyes away from the elderly lady in the portrait and reluctantly looked toward the fireplace where the other champions were. Viktor Krum leaned calmly against the mantelpiece. Cedric Diggory stood staring into the fire while fiddling with something in his hands. Fleur Delacour was glancing about the room, her nose turned up slightly. Fleur's eyes narrowed when she caught sight of Amanda.
"What is it?" she asked. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"
Amanda winched as the other two champions turned toward her. She opened her mouth to say something, what she didn't know, but she was thankfully saved by the door opening. Ludo Bagman entered the room with a beaming smile.
"Extraordinary!" he muttered his smile grew as he turned his head toward her. She frowned back at him. This wasn't anything to smile about.
"Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen…lady," he added as he approached the fire and addressed the other three. "May I introduce, incredible though it may seem, the fourth Tri-wizard Champion!"
Viktor Krum scowled causing his face to darken. The only one who looked remotely sympathetic was Cedric, though that was only slightly. Not that Amanda wanted pity, but it would be nice if one person believed that she didn't enter her.
"Oh, very funny joke, Meester Bagman," Fleur said tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Joke?" Bagman repeated looking bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Amanda's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"
Fleur frowned at Bagmana and a slight sneer began to twist her lips.
"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said all-knowingly to Bagman. "She cannot complete. She is too young."
"Well…it is amazing," said Bagman admitted as he rubbed his chin and smiled at Amanda. "But, as you know the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as her name's come out of the goblet….I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage…
Amanda will just have to do the best she-"
Loud voices interrupted Bagman as the only door leading to the room opened admitting the two Headmaster, Headmistress Maxime, and Mr. Couch. Only seconds later, barely noticeable with the arguing school heads, a angry Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape entered.
Amanda lips formed into a small involuntary sneer at the sight of her Potions Professor. Why did he even need to be here it wasn't like he had a connection to anyone here besides Headmaster Dumbledore, even then Professor McGonagall was Deputy Headmistress, not Snape, and her head of house. The door closed with a slam behind Professor Snape.
"Madame Maxime!" Fleur turned from spitting imaginary fire at Bagman to her Headmistress.
"Zey are saying zat zis little girl is to complete as well!"
Amanda sneered fully now, her nose wrinkling. Little girl indeed, Fleur was the one acting like a spoiled princess, not her.
Madame Maxime drew herself and stared at Dumbledore.
"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?"
"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," Professor Karkaroff added coldly. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions, or have I not read the rules carefully enough?" he gave short nasty laugh.
Madame Maxime glared at Dumbledore. "C'est impossible, Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions. It is most unjust."
"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out the younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff. "Otherwise we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."
"It's no one's fault but Potter's, Karkaroff," Snape's black eyes were alight with malice. "Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules. She has been crossing lines ever since she arrived here-"
"Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly and Snape went quiet, though his eyes still glinted malevolently through his curtain of greasy black hair.
Dumbledore turned toward at Amanda.
"Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"
"No" Amanda said shaking her head. Snape made a soft impatient sound of disbelief.
"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" asked Dumbledore, ignoring Snape.
"No" Amanda said vehemently, eyes widened.
"Ah, but of course she is lying!" cried Madame Maxime. Snape was now shaking his head and curling his lip. He opened his mouth to speak when simultaneously a bunch of rainbow colored sparks that looked like fire appeared in the room. In the middle of the sparks a woman appeared. The people in the room all took a step back because along with the sparks came a feeling of immense power. The women had bright purple hair and violet colored eyes.
"Who are you" Dumbledore asked as he stepped forward.
The woman smiled a cold smile so unlike her warm appearance and answered her name with a single word that had a reaction from everyone there.
Karkaroff choked, Madame Maxime gasped, Dumbledore stumbled, McGonagall grabbed her throat, Snape's face went blank, Viktor's eyes widened, Fleur and Cedric dropped to the ground, and Amanda grimaced and grabbed her wrist as if felt like it was on fire.