The arena was silent, you could hear a pin drop a mile away if you listened hard enough.

I stood alone in the center of the stadium, wand in hand, bow lying at my feet. I looked up at the judges, waiting for one of them to speak my score. I knew that as soon as I was given my score, I could go back to the ship and change, then I could see Luna.

Dumbledore was staring at me. The twinkle in his eyes felt as if it was ripping me to shreds, like he was staring into my very soul, analyzing me. But it also didn't feel like he was looking at me. No, more as if he wasn't seeing me, just my power. Whatever it was, it was unnerving.

I can hear someone following me as I head back to the ship. Whoever it is, they are definitely there, I can tell be the soft swish of their robes. Eventually, I stop, and wait for them to catch up with me. Turning around, I'm surprised to see Albus Dumbledore standing there, eyes twinkling like mad.

"Hello, my boy," he says in a grandfatherly voice.

"Hello, sir," I say, back straight, ready should he pull out his wand.

"Wonderful night, tonight, isn't it?" he casually asks, looking to the stars.

"Why were you following me?" I demand. The twinkle in his eyes stopped before returning, stronger this time. I feel compelled to do anything he asks, but I brush it off and strengthen my occlumency shields.

"My boy, I only wanted to talk to you about your side of the war," he says.

"My side?" I ask, confused.

"Your actions in the arena, and everything I've seen of you since you arrived at Hogwarts has shown to me that you have turned Dark. I believe it is not too late to save you, if only you-" he says.

"You think I'm dark?" I ask, interrupting him. "Just because I defended my life against a fire-breathing dragon?"

"My boy," Dumbledore says, taking a different approach. "I feel as if wouldn't be safe, after the tournament ends, if you were to travel back to Durmstrang."

"I've been safe there for nearly six years, why would that change now?" I ask.

"Harry, I implore you to see reason. How would your parents feel, if they were to find out how you have turned dark?"

"I don't know how they would feel, I haven't ever met them. What I do know, is that I haven't 'turned dark'."

"Alright, then," Dumbledore says, suddenly pointing his wand between my eyes. "If you don't follow me willingly, I will make you."

"I wouldn't if I were you, Albus," says a new voice. Igor was standing behind Dumbledore, his own wand pointed at the elder man's back.

"Igor, how lovely to see you," Dumbledore says smiling at my headmaster. "Nothing is going on here, Harry and I were only having a nice little chat. Weren't we, my boy." Dumbledore looked pointedly at me, eyes twinkling at full power. I actually started speaking in agreement with him, before cutting myself off and forcefully brushing it off.

"Goodbye, sir," I say instead. Dumbledore glares at me as if to say that it was not over, before stalking away.

"Don't trust him, Mr. Potter. I fear it might very well be the last thing you do," Karkaroff says, before he too walks away, with me soon following towards the ship. One thing's for certain, I was going to do as he says, and stay away from Albus Dumbledore. As we left, neither of us say the dark figure looming in the treeline.

"The headmaster did what?" Luna asks after I tell her what happened the night before. We were on a walk by the black lake in an attempt to get away from Jason and his constant teasing. He seemed to think of making us blush as his personal entertainment.

"Attacked me? Yeah," I reply.

"It's a good thing Karkaroff was there, then. Dumbledore is a very powerful man, Harry. He could have seriously hurt you," Luna says, looking in my eyes.

"Sounds like someone is worried about me," I tease, smiling as I see her blush.

"Of course," she replies. "Some one has to."

"So you care about me then?" I ask, hopeful for some odd reason.

"Did you ever doubt it?" Luna asks.

"Then, miss Luna Lovegood, I have something to ask of you," I say, making a grand gesture with my arms, and turn her around to face me.

"What?" she asks, skeptical.

"Okay, so I know we've only known each other for a few months, and I will be leaving at the end of the year," I say. "But I feel like I've known you forever. You are the most amazing, beautiful, smart, talented, and overall perfect girl I could ever hope to meet. Would you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

"You practiced that in the mirror all night long, didn't you?" she asks, smiling up at me.

"Is that a yes?" I ask, laughing nervously. I'd never done anything like this, and was horrified of her turning me down. I may be brave, but girls are scary!

"Of course, Harry! Of course it's a yes, you know I care about you," she says, throwing her arms around my neck as I wrapped my own around her waist. She leaned back and looked me in the eyes, before slowly leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. In only one kiss, I could feel the strong bond between us. In that one kiss, I knew that no matter what happens, no matter how short our time together will end up being, I was in love with Luna Lovegood; and she felt the same.

Grinning, I leaned down and captured her lips again in a soft kiss, simply enjoying being with her. She had come to be my shining star in my short few months at Hogwarts. My everything.

Eventually we made it back to the castle, though it was well into dinner time when we did. We were both still smiling like crazy, holding hands and laughing with each other at nothing. Our moods were up in the sky, only to be brought crashing down by one little ginger.

"Honestly, Harry, what are you doing with her?" came a voice by the Gryffindor table. I look over and, surprise surprise, another Weasley.

"Well, I'm holding hands and making googly eyes, so obviously I'm baking a cake. What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked, getting a little sick of certain Hogwarts students.

"Common Harry, why would you be with Looney Lovegood when you could be with me?" she asked.

"Ms Weasley," I begin before she interrupts.

"Call me Ginny, I insist," she says with what she probably thinks is a flirtatious smile.

"Okay then, Ginny. I am seventeen years old. You are twelve. I don't think that is really legal," I say, at the end of my patience with this family. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the Weasley mother sent me a pie in the post.

"Dumbledore would bend the rules, he does it all the time. Nothing is standing in our way, other than that blonde bitch on your arm," mini Weasley replies in a sickeningly sweet voice. My eyes clouded with anger, though I kept it carefully hidden behind my mask.

"Don't you dare call my girlfriend a bitch ever again, do you hear me?" I said through my teeth. Annoying Gingers, I could handle. Scheming old guys, too easy. But if anyone insulted Luna, there would be hell to pay.

Ginny apparently didn't know how to respond to my shout, so she simply huffed and turned back to her table. Luna simply pulled me by my arm to the Ravenclaw table, where we had a peaceful meal. Well, as peaceful as you can get when you are friends with Jason.

A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long, I've been busy. This tuesday my sister and I had to drive all the way to the city to the hospital because our grandma was put in the ICU. We stayed till 10 pm that night, and she ended up passing away 7 hours after we left. All our family from all across the country has come for the funeral this weekend. I'm really upset, because I spent most of my childhood with my grandma. I didn't want to leave you guys much longer without an update though, so I posted what I had done.