A/N: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at any Harry Potter or Twilight Fanfiction, but I think you guys will like it. here's the summary.

Summary: may only be 14, but she was very sure that she new what love was. Why? Because she was in love with her best friend,
Harry Potter. Not that it mattered much anyway, as far as she was concerned, Her love wouldn't be worth anything to him, even if he did feel the same way, there had to be someone out there who was better suited for him than her, right? WRONG! When Harry's quillette blood kicks in and he goes wolf, she will learn that her love would be exactly what he needs. The love of an Imprint.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related! But I do own my Oc's who you will meet later on.

Today was the day.

I was laying in my four-poster bed inside the girls dormitory where all the Gryffindor girls were sound asleep, except me of course.

It was June 10th the day that Harry and I have fought towards sense his name came out of the Goblet on a Halloween causing him to be forced into this horrid and deadly tournament.

It was finally the day of the final tournament, and I had barely slept through the night due to the truamatizing nightmares of Harry's corpse being dragged out of the maze.

'That's isn't going to happen' I keep telling myself over and over."You two practiced every spell you thought would help, It will be enough'

It had to be enough.

If anything happened to him, I couldn't go on.

I wouldn't even try.

I loved him.

I sighed heavily, never averting my eyes from the ceiling.

I wonder if he's doing the same thing as I am now.

Staring into space and praying he were his exact thoughts at this exact moment.

I used to be able to know what he what he was thinking, but due to this tournament I'm not so sure.

This tournament has changed him, he's aggravated and snippy all the time, and even his friendship with Ron isn't as strong as it used to be before they got into that huge fight when the tournament started, but I guess that's more Ron's fault than the tournament.

I shook my head at the ceiling, Harry didn't even look like himself anymore.

The Harry before this tournament was only five foot, seven inches, really skinny , and his face was still boyish and round.

New Harry was now six foot four inches, lean and athletic, and his jaw was strong and his cheekbones stood out a little more

"Had his cheekbones always been that high?"

'Is this new angry here to stay?"

"What if he stops talking to me'

My body went Rigid.

NO!

That was absolutely not going to happen.

I wasn't going to lose him.

With that thought powering me I kicked off my covers, scrambled out of bed and stomped over to the bathroom to get ready for this day.

T.E.A.M.I.M.P.R.I.N.T.

Breakfast was a very noisy affair at the Gryffindor table today, everyone was clearly exited about the third task later today, I was nervous, I just wanted Harry to get this over and done with and come out of this safe. I let out an aggravated sigh band looked when I heard screeching. The post owls appeared,I looked over at Harry to see that he had received a good-luck card from Sirius. It was only a piece of parchment, folded over and bearing a muddy paw print on its front, but I could see clearly that Harry appreciated it all the same. A screech, anowl arrived for me , carrying my morning copy of the Daily Prophet as usual.

I unfolded the paper, glanced at the front page, and spat out a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over it.

"What?" said Harry and Ron together, staring at me. I was not about to tell Harry what was on that front page I I wanted him calm, relaxed and clear-headed today.

"Nothing," I said quickly, trying to shove the paper out of sight, but Ron grabbed it. excuse my language, but Damn him.

He stared at the headline and said, "No way. Not today. That old cow."

"What?" said Harry. "Rita Skeeter again?"

"No," said Ron, and just like me, he attempted to push the paper out of sight. He should' ve let me do it in the first place.

"It's about me, isn't it?" said Harry. I turned my head away from him, I refused to let my face give it away.

"No," said Ron, in an entirely unconvincing tone. But before Harry could demand to see the shouted across the Great Hall.

We all turned expecting to see Malfoy's ugly mug sneering back, but instead Malfoy was sitting at the end of the Slytherin table by himself looking even paler than usual. [odd]

The culprit was a dopey brunette Slytherin who was waving the Daily prophet around like some sort of trophy.

"Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? You feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?"

Slytherins up and down the table were sniggering, twisting in their seats to see Harry's reaction.'oh they were going to see an reaction was pissed. Who were they to say anything about Harry they didn't even know him.

I turned back to Harry to see what his reaction would be. When the tournament first started he was able to just ignore the negative attention

I guess we all have our limits.

I watched as Harry's grip on his spoon tightened causing it to bend.

Whoa!

Sense when had he been able to do that.

"Let me see it," Harry said to Ron.

He and I cringed and tried to hide the paper away from him "Give it here." Harry practically snarled.

My jaw dropped, Harry always had a bit of a temper, but for him to get this mad so fast was not like him at all. where was my sweet sensitive Harry gone?

Ron jumped and almost threw the newspaper at Harry. he turned it over and found himself staring at his own picture, beneath the banner headline.

"HARRY POTTER"

"DISTURBED AND DANGEROUS"

The boy who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is unstable and possibly dangerous, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Alarming evidence has recently come to light about Harry Potter's strange behavior, which casts doubts upon his suitability to compete in a demanding competition like the Triwizard Tournament, or even to attend Hogwarts School.

Potter, the Daily Prophet can exclusively reveal, regularly collapses at school, and is often heard to complain of pain in the scar on his forehead (relic of the curse with which You-Know-Who attempted to kill him). On Monday last, midway through a Divination lesson, your Daily Prophet reporter saw Potter storming from the class, claiming that his scar was hurting too badly to continue studying.

It is possible, say top experts at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, that Potters brain was affected by the attack inflicted upon him by You-Know-Who, and that his insistence that the scar is still hurting is an expression of his deep-seated confusion.

"He might even be pretending," said one specialist. "This could be a plea for attention."

The Daily Prophet, however, has unearthed worrying facts about Harry Potter that Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, has carefully concealed from the wizarding public.

"Potter can speak Parseltongue," reveals a Draco Malfoy, a Hogwarts fourth year. "There were a lot of attacks on students a couple of years ago, and most people thought Potter was behind them after they saw him lose his temper at a dueling club and set a snake on another boy. It was all hushed up, though. But he's made friends with werewolves and giants too. We think he'd do anything for a bit of power."

Parseltongue, the ability to converse with snakes, has long been considered a Dark Art. Indeed, the most famous Parselmouth of our times is none other than You-Know-Who himself. A member of the Dark Force Defense League, who wished to remain unnamed, stated that he would regard any wizard who could speak Parseltongue "as worthy of

investigation. Personally, I would be highly suspicious of anybody who could converse with snakes, as serpents are often used in the worst kinds of Dark Magic, and are historically associated with evildoers." Similarly, "anyone who seeks out the company of such vicious creatures as werewolves and giants would appear to have a fondness for violence."

Albus Dumbledore should surely consider whether a boy such as this should be allowed to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Some fear that Potter might resort to the Dark Arts in his desperation to win the tournament, the third task of which takes place this evening.

By the end his mouth was wide open and his hands had began to tear the thick paper in half. I leant back to put more distance between us. For the first time in my life I was afraid of Harry.

Over at the Slytherin table, almost every Slytherin who had laughed at me and tapping their heads with their fingers, were now sporting looks of shock and fear as they watched the newspaper be split in half

"Who the fuck does she think she is?" he growled before tossing the now two halves of the paper over onto the Slytherin table.

Me, Ron along with several other students jumped at the tone of my voice, I even stood up from my seat. "Spying on people and printing shit she doesn't know a thing about!" he shouted at no one in particular, but apparently the Hall must've thought he was putting on some type of show because everyone went silent.

"H-how did sh-she know your scar hurt in Divination?" Ron sputtered. "There's no way she was there, there's no way she would've heard -"

"How the hell am I supposed to know!," Harry cut him off.

I couldn't figure out how she was doing it either.

"You were at the top of North Tower!" I said. "Your voice couldn't have carried all the way down to the grounds!"

"Well, you're the one who's supposed to be researching magical methods of bugging!" he screamed at me my whole body went stiff.

"You tell me how she did it!", his face was turning pink and his eyes were blazing in fury... at me.

Tears welled up in my was going on?Just yesterday I was helping him practice and he was thanking me for all my help. why was he so mad at me?

It was this damn tournament! It's been messing with all of our heads. First it almost ripped Ron and Harry apart and now it was coming for Harry's and mine

"I-i've b-been trying!" I tried to tell him, also fighting to hold back the tears I wouldn't dare release in front of all these people. "But I...but..."

I couldn't hold the tears back any more and one after the other started sliding down my face. The once quiet Great hall was filled with the sound of me trying to cry as silent as possible and hoping no one noticed.

That didn't stop everyone from staring at me. I ducked my head in shame and covered my face.

I could still feel everyone's, including Harry's eyes on me.

"Oh... no Hermione ... I'm sorry" I heard Harry say from across the table.

I didn't even look up. His multiple personalities were starting to make me dizzy.

How does he go from angry to guilty in a matter of seconds.

Things remained quiet for a few seconds before I heard Plates and silver ware being moved and Snape shouting "50 points from Gryffondor from the head table.

My head snapped up just in time to see jump off of the table in front me after he had clearly walked across it kicking everything out of his way.

I wanted to tell him that it was rude and unsanitary and that he had to apologize, but I was still to choked up.

"I'm sorry Hermione, I didn't mean it" he apologized.

Harry opened his arms up to me as if he expected me to just fall into his arms and forgive him.

He knows me so well.

I all but jumped into them and cried my eyes out. As long as he kept holding me I didn't care who saw me cry.

Harry wrapped his arms around me.

I practically melted into his arms.

that's when I felt it.

I backed away from him as fast as I could.

His entire body felt like it was fire.

I looked up into his eyes pretty sure my eyes looked bugged and crazy.

I put a hand on his forehead which I immediately regretted. without the shield of his tournament robes The heat coming off his skin was burning. I snatched my hand back.

Harry remained still thewhole time

From look in his eyes I could tell he could feel it too.

This was serious. This wasn't because of the tournament, It wasn't puberty. This was something very I knew nothing about.

"Harry" I whispered still searching his Peridot green eyes for any sort of answer. "What's happening to you?" were the only words that would came out.

I watched as his own eyes began to tear "I..." He sighed angrily and raked a hand through his hair "I don't know" he whispered back. With that he turned away from me and walked right out of the great hall.

I stood frozen, watching him storm off.

The whole room broke into heated whispers as soon as they were sure he was out of earshot

'"Hermione?" Ron said my name as if he were trying to ask me if I were ok.

I didn't respond though. I snatched my back off the floor near where I was sitting and ran to the library.

I needed to think.

A/N: Well Everyone That's My First Chapter! I hoped you liked it