Thank you to the people who read this! I hope you like it! Here is chapter two, review, review, review! (that rhymes, I am dreadfully sorry!!!)

Harry had not slept well at all. The minute he had returned to the common room, every Gryffindor had been on top of him, cheering and chanting his name. Finally, when he had managed to escape them to go talk with Ron and Hermione, they only made things worse. Ron could hardly say anything, and Hermione was quickly making up for his lack of speech by describing every calamity that was sure to befall Harry. Finally Harry had convinced them that he was tired, and made his way to bed. The fact was though, that he hadn't been tired, and he lay awake most of the night going over the events in his head. And now it was morning, and Harry had to meet with Dumbledore and the other Headmasters to find out what he would have to do.

Not cheered by these prospects, Harry rolled out of bed and fumbled for his clothes. He straightened his glasses and shoved his wand in his pocket before quietly opening the door so as not to wake Ron and the others. The last thing Harry needed right now was more people asking him about the tournament. Slowly he crept down the stairs to the common room where the armchairs about the fire were in disarray because of the excitement of the night before. Suddenly, Harry realized that there was someone sitting in one of these armchairs. Harry slowed his pace and tried to make absolutely no noise at all as he moved to the portrait exit.

"Harry, is that you?" Harry let out a sigh of relief. It was Hermione.

"Yeah, I was just going to… go for a walk or something, to avoid, well you know…"

Hermione nodded. "I was hoping you would come down. This book is fascinating, but I would rather talk to someone." She held up a heavy volume on what appeared to be none other that Triwizard Tournaments of the past. "I wanted to see if anything like this every happened before. So far, nothing, but I am only halfway through!"

"I see," said Harry. "And how many of those champions died horrible, gruesome deaths?" His tone was sarcastic, but he really was interested.

"Well," Hermione looked down at her hands, "it was before all of the safety precautions, so quite a few of them… I don't think anything like that will happen to you. Most of those deaths were intended anyway, and nobody that I can think of wants to kill you-" She broke off there.

Harry walked toward the portrait to leave the common room "I seem to remember someone trying to kill me about, oh I don't know FOR THE PAST 15 YEARS!"

"-Harry, really-"

"His name happens to be Lord Voldemort, and I would be happy to introduce you next time he comes after me. This would be, what the sixth time, maybe?"

"Honestly Harry, I don't think, I mean… you-know-who can't be behind this too, could he? All that security…" Hermione trailed off.

"Dumbledore certainly thinks it's possible. I heard him talking about it with Professor McGonagall after I left last night. They are planning of having me watched all the time or something ridiculous like that." Hermione just looked at him with a piteous look in her eyes. "S'pose I'll need my cloak if I ever want any time to myself." Harry chuckled dryly to himself.

"C'mon, let's go get something to eat before you find out what you have to do."

Harry nodded, happy for the company.

Sorry it was so short, but it was a fast update! I will write more soon, I promise!

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