I ship Henri+Cedric way more than Henri+Ron… 

And I'm writing it like the fourth book happened exactly as JK Rowling wrote it, but that Cedric survived. 

Cedric~

"Henri, that's not a good ide—" I begin as the door shuts behind her, then realize she's not able to hear me. Besides, when has Henri cared what's a good idea as long as it's fun? I sigh, and crack open the door. I step out. "Henri?"

Her head pokes out from behind a statue of a witch with mumps. "Wanna come?" 

I jump at her surprising reveal. The words "No, we'd get in so much trouble," fly to my brain but get caught in my throat. Instead what pops out is, "Er, um, I don't know,"

"Lighten up, Ced!" she says, grinning. "It'll be fun! And you DO want to do the tournament, right?"

Tournament. The word triggers something inside me, and suddenly, I'm seeing it all again. The gleaming red eyes, the mist, a flash of a wand, the world disappearing and then back again, flashing in a horrible dance, it's all going to end…

"Ohmygosh, Ced…!" And then I'm back in the corridor, shaking, hanging onto one of the barrels as if my life depends upon it, causing it to mutter angrily and scoot away. 

Henri steps toward me, looking a little apprehensive. "…Are…are…you okay?: 

I'm not okay, and I know it. I'll never be able to unsee these things that haunt my dreams and my waking, make me see that nothing is permanent and everything will collapse. She thinks she knows what happened in that graveyard, but she doesn't. Not all of it. Only what Dumbledore wants to publicize, and that's basically nothing.

So I lie. "Y-y-y-yeah. I'm fine. I just— Nevermind."

"Maybe you shouldn't come," Henri says nervously, as if I'm about to break down again.

I straighten my shoulders. "No," I say. "Let's go." And I take off down the corridor, hoping to outrun the memories.

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I'll post from Julianne's perspective in a minute. 

I know…. Ugh, I don't know which one to do!!! I think I'll stick with Henri and Ron together for now. Heron? Ronri? AAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Maybe Ronri, Heron sounds like a bird….

Julianne~

"Sometimes I wonder how much she knows about what people think of her," Ginny says once we are back in the common room. I know she's talking about Luna.

My twin continues, loosening her red-and-gold striped tie. "I mean, she's just so free… herself… It seems like she doesn't care or even know what people say. But then, maybe she's just holding it all in her."

"It's hard to be different," I say, nodding. "You know, I—"

"Hey!" Our older brother, Ron, is leaning against my chair. "Entering the tournament?"

"You bet!" I jump up. "It'll be awesome!"

Harry comes over. "How 'bout you, Ginny?"

She seems to consider it. "Maybe. I don't know. I might rather be a spectator. You?" Harry pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Dunno, I've had enough tournament excitement last year to last a lifetime." He shivers involuntarily. 

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GTG. I'll continue later. 

I'm sorry Zina, but Luna has already been taken, and we can't add any more people. Sorry!

Okay guys! I am back. I DID get home yesterday, but it was like twelve o'clock. Sooo, now I am posting! Balletandbow, about the Ron thing, I am fine with that. Also, I never really got to the details about Riley, so could you tell me a bit more about her? So, now for the fun part! (Sorry, they are really short,) 

Riley

I stare of into space, thinking about what Dumbledore said today. I want to enter. But after what happened last year, I am a bit hesitant. I realize breakfast is starting soon. I hurry down the halls and bump into numerous people as I pass. "Sorry," I say and continue on my way. 

Draco

I walk down the hall towards breakfast. I think about whether to enter the tournament. Riley snaps me out of my thinking by practically mowing  down a group of people to my left. "Sorry" she says almost carelessly. I ignore Riley and look to my right. I see a group of girls giggling and whispering and some boys shoving each other around. Most of all though, I see that they are friends. Real friends. Not my friends,  who I think only are friends with me because they are afraid that I would be mean to them. I push that thought out of my head. I hate that thought. Maybe I will enter. For some reason, people like to be friends with winners. For example Harry. A LOT of people like Harry. 

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I hope that is fine with you guys!  

Arg! I totally forgot that! So, Riley is from a wizarding family, and she has three sisters, the older ones in Hufflepuff, and the younger in Ravenclaw. As her parents didn't tell her anything about it until her oldest sister got her letter, she was slightly annoyed with them, but got over it rather quickly. Riley loves music, and is generally hated by most of the Slytherins because she hangs with the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. She is really a bit timid, but has quite a temper when it comes to Malfoy and Co.'s behavior. She is best friends with Neville and Hannah Abbot, and would do anything for them.  Wand: Larch, dragon heartstring, 11 inches. Patronus: Lion. Pet: Great Horned owl named hippo. I'll attach a pic of what she looks like, but it's just my avatar creator version cause I can't find the original photo and I don't think the the Admins can let us post pics of people.  

Ok! It's been a while since I posted (ok, not really that long, but lots of other posts have been made), so I'm gonna continue!

|~| Ron

I didn't know what to do. I stared at the top of my bed and listened to Neville fall asleep, just because there was nothing else to do.  Julianne was going to enter, that much she already said, and the twins had seemed pretty interested. Mum would kill me if Juli gets hurt, but do I really want to put myself in danger? We all saw what happened last year. 

Harry was lying still in his bed, but I knew that he was still awake.

"Harry?" I whispered, "Hullo, Ron calling Harry."

"What?"

"I was wondering what you think. Should I enter? Juli's gonna, and Mum'll have my head if she gets hurt, but I'm just not quite sure." 

"I don't really know," he said, flopping over onto his side to face me. "After last year… Really, I just don't know. I'm sure Cedric's having this same problem now."

At that moment, my mind was made. Harry had had his turn last year, but now he wanted no part of this. It was my time.

"Harry?" I said again. "Can I borrow your cloak?"

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A few minutes later I darted down the stairs into the common room to see my sisters sitting at one of the tables. The cloak was draped over my arm, and the shimmering fabric against my pajamas caused the girls' eyes to widen.

"What's that?" Julianne gasped. "It's so… Shiny!"

"Nothing!" I huff, but even as I do so Ginny snatched it away from me. 

"Liar!" she practically shouts. "This- this is an invisibility cloak! Where did you get this?"

I was quite sure that Juli had to fight back the urge to explode with excitement and surprise. "Ron! Are you entering the Tournament?"

"Uh…. No?"

"You are! Tell you what, if you take me with you right now, we won't say anything about the cloak, or ever ask you about it again. If you don't, the whole school will know that Ronald Weasley has an invisibility cloak by morning. Deal?" 

Was there a coherent answer to that question? If there was, I couldn't find it. Dumbfounded, I simply nodded.  

Cedric~

Henri is by my shoulder again. "So, Ced, where are we going?"

I stop. "I thought you knew. This was your idea!" She grins. 

"We'll figure it out, right?"

I groan. "Henri, I was under the impression that you: 1. Knew how to enter, 2. Knew where to go, and 3. Knew how not to get caught."

"Zero out of three, Ced. I would expect better from yo—" Henri's smile suddenly fades.  "In there!" I barely have time to sputter, "What—?" before she wrenches a painting off the wall and shoves me into the hole that appears, climbing after me.

I begin to inquire the reason for that, but she hisses, "Shh!" in my ear. Footsteps thump beside our hiding place, and Filch's wheezy voice reaches our ears. "Here, Mrs. Norris? Y'hear some little students buzzing about after curfew? We'll catch 'em, my sweet!"

My jaw drops. We hear them walking down the corridor, then silence. There was quite a limited space behind the painting, and, pressed together like we were, I could feel Henri's heart beating next to me. "How did you know?" I ask.

"Heard footsteps. Didn't know it was Filch, though," Henri replies. "Close one, right?"

"Too close," I mutter. "Maybe we should go back."

"Are you kidding?" Henri grabs my arm. "Ced, the castle is our oyster now! We could do anything!" The fire in her voice worries me.

"I don't want to do anything. You're a prefect. I'm a N.E.W.T student. And if we get in trouble, we might not be allowed  to enter the tournament! Why not wait till tomorrow?"