Title: The Slytherin Champion

Rating: T

Summary: What if a Slytherin, and not a Hufflepuff, had been chosen by the Goblet of Fire and joined Fleur, Victor, and later on; Harry in one deadly game for glory that would lead right up to the meeting with Voldemort. And what if this champion was a demigod? Crossover of Percy Jackson.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Riordan's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 2: The Results

Dinner was once again a fancy affair, which I really wanted to end as soon as possible. This was the second dinner that had way more food that I could eat and all of it was way too rich. Reminded me too much of the fancy dinners that I had been forced to attend at aunt Aphrodite's place. The words that both Apollon and Hecate said to me was still bouncing around my head. When that goblet chose the champions then Tom Riddle would be once step closer in coming back.

Fleur was chosen as champion for her school, though I felt that the goblet could have chosen better. I felt bad for those that hadn't been chosen and then Victor was chosen for his school, which I thought was a better choice by the goblet. And then it was Hogwarts turn. I felt as though my stomach had vanished and replaced with something that Hephaestus had created. And then the parchment came out and everyone waited.

"The Champion for Hogwarts is Selene Hops," Dumbledore called out and everyone at the Slytherin table booed as I got up.

The other houses either looked at my house in shock or booed as well. I ignored them and headed out the door to join the others. A couple of moments later Harry Potter joined us. The next hour was a nightmare. I had entered the Tournament of my own free will, but Harry hadn't.

"Excuse me," I said, "I don't believe that Harry entered the tournament of his own free will and I don't think that he should be bound to a magical contract."

"And that's not your place," Crouch said.

"Well it should be," I said, "Of course none of you think it's strange with all that happened over the-."

"Be silent."

"You will not talk to my student like that," Professor Snape said. "Naturally I do think that Potter-."

"Oh, grow up," I snarled, "Just get this over with so that I can go to the common room and partake in all the hate that I'm just so looking forward to."

Thirty minutes later I was freed from the torture of having to listen to adults not acting like adults. As I left the Great Hall, now empty, I heard Harry yelling and I stopped so that he could catch up to me.

"So, you don't believe that I put my name in the goblet."

"Harry, I'm not Malfoy or Snape, or any of those people. I saw the look of horror on your face and I can tell when someone is lying. You didn't put your name in and I think this is all linked with what happened over the summer. Why would Dumbledore have Moody around if he didn't think that what happened over the summer meant something. No, this is connected and I'm worried that this tournament is going to be used for some dark purpose."

"I'm just surprised that Slytherin believes me."

"Harry, you saw the reaction my choosing caused at the table," I said to him, "Do you think that I'm popular in that house. I'm not! So, I don't give a damn if they hate the fact that you're in this tournament or that I'm in as well. We need to work together to survive the three tasks that are coming. I have a feeling that once this is said and done we'll find out the truth about why your name was put in against your will."

Harry nodded.

"I think we should work together," I went on, "It will be a Hogwarts win if one of us wins and beats the pants off the others."

"Thanks," Harry said.

"No problem."

I didn't head back to the Slytherin common room because I knew the greeting that was waiting on me. Instead I hide in the Room of Requirement and thought over what the first task was going to be. Apollon had given me no hint on what it might be, and I ended up going to bed very late. The next morning, I went to the Great Hall to find that all of the Slytherin's now had badges that was in support of Krum.

"At least he's not a filthy Mudblood," Pansy snarled. "We all support the one who's blood makes him the better champion for winning."

I mentally rolled my eyes.

I left the Great Hall with a basket of food and found Harry throwing rocks by the lake. I kept the basket, which had been given to me by Demeter, on a small charm on my wrist. If I needed it to enlarge all I did was tap twice with my wand. It had things in it that Demeter wouldn't like but I did.

"Penny for your thoughts," I asked him, and he jumped and turned around.

"A what?"

"An American No-Maj saying," I told him, and I sat down. "Well, are you going to eat or not?"

"How-?"

"You weren't in the Great Hall, so I brought some food along," I told him, and I opened it and plates of breakfast came out.

"Saw the badges," Harry said, setting down.

"Yeah, they're only supporting him because he's a pureblood," I told him, "Like having the 'right' kind of blood enables you to win. I grew up in the States and it doesn't matter your blood, but how hard you work that determines if you win. So how was in Gryffindor?"

"Everyone, and I mean everyone, thinks that I put my name in. Even Hermione believes that I did, and she refuses to help me out."

"Well then you have me," I told him. "Trust me, things will work out in the end."

"I hope so," Harry said, and we started to eat.

After the champions had been chosen it was hard to hide the fact that I was now a champion hated by almost everyone at Hogwarts. Harry was hated by Slytherin due to how many times he had kept my house from winning the cup back and the fact that he was a sworn enemy of Tom and his band of morons called Death Eaters. Really, who wants to eat death?

I was in Charms when a younger Slytherin opened the door when Flitwick told the person that he could enter, and he walked up to the front.

"Miss Hops is needed," he said.

"Very well," Flitwick said, and I gathered my things and left.

He didn't talk to me at all during the walk and I wondered what was going on. When he knocked on the door it was opened, and I walked in to find the other champions, minus Harry, and several others in the room. A couple of minutes later Harry entered.

"The final champion," the old man said.

"Who's that?" I asked Harry.

"Ollivander," Harry answered. "He's the wandmaker."

My wand wasn't made my Ollivander, but by the wandmaker Violetta Beauvais, a daughter of Hecate. Her wands were insanely powerful and the only one for someone like me. A woman came forth who introduced herself as Rita Skeeter. She dragged poor Harry into a closet. Thankfully Dumbledore arrived and saved him from a fate worse than death.

Mr. Ollivander called me first and I came forth, handing my wand over. Before he had called us, Crouch told us that we had to get our wands inspected so that they would be at top condition when we faced the tasks ahead. When he saw my wand, he looked puzzled.

"This isn't my wand," he said.

"No, it's a wand from the States," I told him, not wanting to reveal who had crafted the wand due to its reputation for being connected to dark magic.

He tested it by making ravens come out, which he declared that the wand passed. When all the wands had been tested, and passed, we had to take part in stupid photo's shoot that I didn't want to take part in.

"Get the Hades away from me," I hissed, "I don't take photo's and I don't want you to touch me."

I left before anyone could say anything.

Camp IM'd me the next day. Chiron gave me a look of worry and I didn't blame him. I had the whole of the common room to myself due to the fact that all the Slytherin's either didn't want to be around me or had gone to Hogsmeade.

"People have died in this thing," he said.

"I know, Chiron, and that's what I'm worried about," I told him. "I believe that this is going to be used to get Harry and Hecate and Apollon agreed with me."

"So, what are you going to do?" Chiron asked.

"Figure out what the first task is and try and get out of it with some skin on my bones."

"Lady Hecate is bringing some Demigods over next year," Chiron told me. "I don't think they want to see you get hurt. I think that Percy might end up hurting the judges or anyone else that caused this problem. And Nico is planning on putting whoever allows Tom to come back to the very bottom of Tartarus."

I winced at that. All the campers at camp were overly protective of me. I had managed to hide what I was for six years, but that didn't mean that I didn't have overly protective friends."

"Tell them that their welcome to come," I told him.

"So, any idea what your up against?" Chiron asked me.

"No, but I'm going to find out."

The only thing that kept me from going insane was my classes and helping Harry get better at the one subject that he was having trouble in; Potions. I showed him what he was doing wrong and helped me realize that he didn't need to dumb himself down. I even told him the history of his family and some of the things that they had made.

"So, is Ron and Hermione talking to you?" I asked him.

"No," Harry answered.

I felt bad for him.

"What about Neville and the others that are overlooked?"

Harry sighed and said, "Well it seems that Neville wants to talk to me, but I don't know if he believes that I didn't put my name in. And then it's the fact that I'm spending time with you, since you believe me, that is making my house dislike me even more."

I was to remind myself to knock some sense into his so called 'friends.'

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A/N: Unlike in the books Hermione doesn't believe that Harry didn't put his name in. So, there will be some Hermione bashing in this story. Also, Sirius believes that Harry put his name in because this is what 'James would have done' nonsense.