Prologue, well kinda… This is in Harry's POV
I guess it all started when I used some money from Gringotts and bought a laptop and had it made to run off magic, then I met my friend Tavros on a chatting app called Pesterchum in my 4th year, he was pretty cool though at first he liked to bug me (he called it "trolling"). We often spent hours going back and forth trying to annoy each other, he also helped me improve my potions grade by showing me a cool chemistry video that reminded me that no matter what kind of teacher you get you should try your hardest to just do your work. I once asked him about his Chumhandle and he told me it described him and all I could do was shrug not able to really agree or disagree with him since I didn't know him all that well yet. He became more a friend than even Ron since that traitor turned his back on me when my name came out of that blasted cup.
Tavros also helped me get through the tournament, and finally when I told him about being a wizard and living in the wizarding world all he said was that when we met I would have to take him to see Diagon Alley. When I asked how he was accepting this so well he said that I would understand when we met, he said that he would try to meet me this summer. I didn't bother telling him how my Uncle and Aunt would probably just lock me in Dudley's second bedroom again. He said he wanted me to meet some friends of his too; I was looking forward to it.
When Ron came back before the second challenge to apologize I didn't accept it, I had Tavros now I didn't need Ron, Ron who was always stabbing me in the back and getting jealous. Hermione followed Ron, not that I cared, she was always nagging and mothering me. And as the last task rolled around it was Tavros that gave me the idea to try to win on my own. I did and the graveyard incident scared the living hell out of me, but Tavros was always there to comfort me, even when during the last few days of school I woke up in the middle of the night with nightmares, he was always there...