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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Challenge [History of Magic] - ghost, age line, ageing potion, someone must sleep, friendly, spiro disco ball, I don't want to be in the triwizard tournament! I didn't put my name in!
Beginning and End
The beginning of the war was only a ghost at the back of his mind as he currently climbed towards the climax of the war. The victor would be revealed soon enough because the wizarding world would not stand for this chaos for much longer.
He had not known it at the time.
The Goblet had been surrounded by the carefully placed age line that had been drawn by Dumbledore himself that had been tested by many students including the Weasley Twins who had wanted to try to enter the names in the Triwizard Tournament for the chance to participate with the use of an aging potion. At the time he had wondered how so many students had managed to get the ingredients to brew an aging potion. Snape would have noticed at the very least, he probably had found pleasure in the reaction between the magic of the aging line and the aging potion giving them beard.
He had gone to sleep that night only with thoughts of making friends with people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
That had been a fanciful dream now that he looked back. He was Harry Potter, he should have known better. His life seemed to take any dangerous situation in his stride and he somehow always managed to get away relatively unscathed each time.
He remembered saying, "I don't want to be in the Triwizard Tournament! I didn't put my name in!"
Saying something like that now would make no difference just as it hadn't made a difference in the Triwizard Tournament, he had still been forced to participate. He had not put his name down for this but he had been chosen and the hope of the entire wizarding world rested on him.
Well at least he knew that he was able to defeat a dragon, control a cerebus and knew that he would not falter when it came to facing Voldemort as he would have to at the end.
That was little comfort though. None of it meant that he was going to be able to defeat Voldemort. He almost wished he had paid more attention to what the professors said in Hogwarts, maybe something would be able to help him but that would have been difficult when every year had been filled with some adventure or the other. He could have tried harder though.
He sighed and leaned against the side of the tent, bundled up tightly against the cold. The sky was a Spiro Disco Ball shade of blue. It would be dawn soon and they were to move again today. Staying in one place too long was dangerous.
He was so tired of all the fighting. He wished it would stop but that would only happen after Voldemort was defeated, because Voldemort would be defeated.
He did not know how nor exactly when but he only knew that it would happen because just as all good things came to an end and so did all the bad things.
This bad had gone on for far too long.