"Our champions are set to embark on yet another dangerous task, to retrieve something that was taken from them overnight! They have one hour to retrieve these treasures, and are set to dive into the lake at the sound of-"

BANG!

The oldest champions dived into the water at the sound of the cannon that Filch had set off too early, leaving only Harry standing on the platform. He looked greatly distressed as he jerked around for a moment until Professor Moody shoved him into the water, his figure soon disappearing through the murky water. Applause echoed as far as the forest that surrounded the lake and the giant clock that was magically hovering nearby started ticking loudly.

"Where's Harry?" Sophia cried worriedly when she spotted Fleur, Viktor and Cedric swimming away from the spot of their dive. "I can't see him! Does he even know how to swim?!"

"I don't think he'd be competing if he couldn't swim love," Fred spoke up with amusement.

"He's not supposed to be competing at all Fred!" she whipped around in her place to look at Fred, riddled with worry. "What if he drowns?! I don't remember him ever saying he knew how to-"

"Turn around you tosspot!" Fred cut her off as he grabbed her shoulders and forcefully turned her around, only to just catch sight of Harry doing a very impressive back-flip in midair before diving back into the lake again. Sophia felt the sudden weight that was once upon her shoulders disappear and physically breathed out a sigh of relief. Fred chuckled as Sophia leaned her head back against his chest with her eyes shut, enjoying the view of her experiencing the seven stages of grief in a matter of seconds.

"You worry too much," George piped up from next to her with a smirk on his face that was identical to the one that Fred also wore. "You're worse than our mum."

Sophia ignored the two for the rest of the task as she watched the large clock tick away almost timelessly. Fleur Delacour came up from the lake empty handed before the hour was up, Dumbledore announcing that she will not be continuing the task. She had numerous scratches and what looked like tentacle marks all over her skin. Sophia cringed as the girl was wrapped in a towel and treated for her injuries while being surrounded by other Beauxbatons students. It wasn't long before Krum and Diggory emerged from the lake, shocking everyone as Hermione Granger and Cho Chang were with them. It was then that everyone realised that the 'treasures' that were taken from the champions were people they held dear to them.

The clock soon chimed as the longest hand landed on twelve, initiating the end of the task. Harry still hadn't emerged from the lake, putting Sophia in another fit of worry. She had also worked out that since Hermione came up with Viktor Krum, Ron must have been Harry's 'treasure' to save. Two of her best friends were now lost in the lake as well as some other poor soul that Fleur was meant to retrieve.

"Calm down Soph," Fred urged, seeing her head jerking around the surface of the lake for any sign of Harry. "Dumbledore won't let him die down there. It's all for the drama."

"You do know Ron's down there too right?!" Sophia exclaimed without taking her eyes from the water.

"Eh not a great loss," George joked with a shrug of his shoulders.

At that moment, a disturbance of the water suddenly occurred below and three figures gasped for air as they bobbed up on to the surface of the lake. Sophia watched with a wide grin as Harry, Ron and a small blonde girl were pulled up on to the stands and smothered with towels. She ripped away from Fred's loose arms and ran towards the stairs, finding herself down on the lowest platform within seconds. She rushed towards Harry's body that was sitting down with three blue towels wrapped around him, still spluttering and coughing.

"Ow Sophia!" Harry barely squeaked when her arms enclosed around his shoulders and squished his head against the side of her's.

"I'm gonna get grey hairs from you Potter," she stated while pulling away and noticing similar tentacle imprints and cuts around his shoulders and arms. Sophia then turned to Ron who had just been given a kiss from Fleur Delacour, leaving him standing there like a lemon. It was actually Sophia's sudden hug that made his jaw fully drop to the floor, not believing his luck at being smothered by two girls in one day.

"Hope you're alright Ronald" Sophia said with a smile before turning back to Harry to inspect the ghastly looking scrapes along his arms. Through Harry's hazy state, he offered her a smile but said nothing as he sat shivering. He couldn't deny the fuzzy feeling he felt from being smothered by all the people who were actually worrying about him. Right up until his first year at Hogwarts, he hadn't had anyone care or worry about him. It was nice to finally have friends like Hermione and Sophia who hugged and fussed over him when they thought he was in danger. He truly felt like he had a family for once.

"Because of Harry Potter's extensive bravery of rescuing Miss Delacour as well as Mr Weasley and the exceptional use of Gillyweed, I have discussed with Mr Barty Crouch and Mr Ludo Bagman to award him... second place!" Dumbledore's voice caused an eruption of applause from around Harry. Cedric Diggory had been awarded first place for coming up first from the lake and using the Bubble-head charm, while Viktor Krum had come up as third for not successfully transfiguring himself into a shark.

Staying with Harry on the boats back to the shore, Sophia felt the familiar feeling of relief pass through her from the end of yet another one of these torturous tasks. There was now only one more and then she could finally relax. With this in mind, she decided that she would finally pull out her Sky map and try and see something to do with the final task. Instead of worrying constantly about what might happen to Harry, she could maybe worry about the fact that Fleur might win the Tri-Wizard cup despite her snotty attitude.

"You would not believe this!" Hermione cried from opposite Sophia at breakfast. The second task was a week ago and the third task would be in a month, leaving Harry plenty of time to regain his strength from the rather wearing event. Sophia sat with her bowl of fruit in front of her and looked up at Hermione who had just slammed an edition of the Daily Prophet down on the table.

"What?" she tried to say through her mouth full of watermelon.

"Not only has she written more about me and Krum, but Skeeter's somehow found out about you and Fred too!" Hermione yelled as she folded up the paper and tossed it to land in front of Sophia's fruit salad. Thoroughly confused, Sophia put down her fork and picked up the newspaper which had a moving picture of the view of the Black Lake on the front. She opened it up and started to read a segment that had the title,

Harry Potter, aged twelve, has been spotted yet again with another witch from Hogwarts! First Granger, then Chang and now Sophia Lupin? Daughter of previous teacher and Werewolf at Hogwarts, Lupin was seen sharing a rather snug hug with the Hogwarts champion after the second task of the Tri-Wizard tournament. Possible lovebirds? Not only this, but I have heard from one of my sources that Lupin is currently in a relationship with a supposed Frederick Weasley. Could Potter and Weasley be dueling over the two-timing girl? And not for the younger one's ears, but my sources say that Lupin and Weasley have been caught doing untimely things in broom cupboards-'

"Oh Merlin no!" Sophia cried out loud. Many heads were turned to look at the girl with confusion as well as selective smug looks, knowing of the article that was released this morning. "My dad reads this!"

Plummeting her face into her crossed arms, Hermione watched as the girl reacted to her first mention in the Daily Prophet. Already having been in the paper twice now Hermione knew what Sophia was feeling, but felt a new sympathy for her as her parents didn't read the Daily Prophet and hadn't been caught doing 'untimely things' in broom closets. Muttering something along the lines of 'my life is over', Sophia wanted to officially sink into the unknown and be basic matter at this point. Not only do the people that read the Daily Prophet think that she now has a thing with Harry, but her Father will now know of the broom cupboard rumour that was once only in the walls of Hogwarts.

"I'm sure your dad won't believe this nonsense," Hermione tried. "No one in their right mind believes the Prophet now-a-days anyway. The people who do probably already don't like you, so what's there to lose?".

"Yeah that makes me feel loads better Hermione."

"Why did Seamus just ask me if I'm going to duel Harry after breakfast?" Fred sat down next to Sophia, only then noticing her to have her head in her arms and he raised a confused eyebrow. "What did I miss?"

Hermione took the liberty of wordlessly pushing the newspaper towards Fred as Sophia stayed quiet in phase of embarrassment and shame. The Weasley pinched his eyebrows together as he pulled up the page that was open on the table, taking only a couple of seconds to read the culprit of Sophia's despair. Once he had finished, he dropped the newspaper back on to the table and surprised Hermione with a look that said he was holding back a laugh.

"Well then," was all he said.

"Do you think this is funny Fred?!" Sophia sprung up with the harshest of glares, silencing him immediately. Only needing to sense his tone of amusement, she felt herself unnecessarily fuming at poor Fred who was now in her line of fury. Realising what he had done, Fred shrunk in his seat as the girl leered at him from below. He daringly glanced at Hermione who had just gotten up from her seat to leave the Great Hall, suspiciously breaking into a power walk when thinking she was out of sight.

"N-No of course not," Fred stuttered while analysing any change in Sophia's glaring expression. He knew it would be the end of him once he saw any negative change in her features and half considered trying to apparate away from her. They had actually been practising Apparation in class recently, and he had nearly mastered it. Maybe this was the best time to attempt it in the field of danger-

"Are you seriously thinking of apparating right now?! Really Fred?!" Sophia yelled. Fred had noticed that he had unconsciously pulled out his wand from his pocket, initiating the end of his existence completely. "You know full well that you can't apparate inside or outside the walls of Hogwarts! Gosh Fred how can you be so stupid?!"

Leaping out of her seat, Sophia stormed through the aisle and disappeared through the large doors that lead to the Entrance Hall. Fred was left sitting there with a white face and wide eyes, his wand now sitting uselessly in his hand and still staring at where Sophia was once sitting. He sat there until Lee and George came chatting into the hall and sitting down where Hermione once sat. The two stopped their conversation when they spotted the redhead sitting there with wide eyes and a terrified expression, the Daily Prophet still open in front of him on the table.

"You okay Freddie?" George questioned cautious as Lee dragged the newspaper to himself, quickly reading over the article written by the retched Rita Skeeter. He then looked back up at Fred with a grimace, pushing the newspaper to the side for George to read.

"You went to laugh while Sophia was sitting there didn't you?" Lee inquired. Fred barely managed a nod before getting out of his seat and jogging out of the hall.

Fred found her sitting by herself on one of the benches in the corridors, her head tilted down to stare at her feet and her hair now tied back in a high ponytail. He took cautious steps towards her and decided it was safe enough to sit next to her seeing as she hadn't hexed him twenty feet away by now. Saying nothing, he leaned his elbows on his knees and leaned forward to peer round to appear in her vision. He was partially surprised to see a sad expression on her face, completely replacing the angry one she wore when he last saw her. The whole speech he had prepared while on the way there flew out of his head and was replaced with guilt and worry.

"I know I worry a lot. And that I'm really dramatic at times..." she spoke first, meeting eyes with Fred as he stayed leaning into her line vision. "And I wish I wasn't like that, but I can't help it."

"Oh love I know you can't, I was just joking-"

"I wish I could be like you and George," she cut him off, but he listened intently without interruption. "You guys don't seem to worry about anything... you're always joking around."

Even though he knew she wasn't angry at him, he couldn't help but feel bad for being the way he was. All the moments that he had been sarcastic or made a joke towards Sophia he now immediately regretted. He had never once considered how Sophia would take his joking manner and just always assumed she would react how he would; laugh it off. That's all he seemed to do. Laugh and brush things off no matter how serious the situation. For once in Fred's life, he wished that he was as sensitive and delicate as Sophia was.

"I'm being so sappy," Sophia stated and stood up from the bench, looking defeated and deflated. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I shouldn't be so-"

"No you should yell at me," Fred stood up as well, towering over her once again. Sophia was shocked as she turned to look up at him, seeing him with a look of determination and ready for anything she would throw at him. "You should scream at me. Hex me. Slap me across the face. You shouldn't have to endure all the things you do, yet all you do is think that you're in the wrong about the way you feel. You're not Sophia, not in the slightest."

Never had Sophia seen Fred be so serious. The way he was looking at her made her sure that he was being sincere and truly believed that he wanted her to feel confident in what she felt. It hadn't gone missed that he had used her full name rather than the favourite 'love' or just 'Soph'. A part of her felt honoured to be one of the few (maybe the only one) to witness this sentimental side of Fred, and the other side felt conflicted on whether to vent all the things she has been worrying about in the past year or to just let it go and wrap her arms around Fred's long torso.