"The world is a dangerous place. Not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing."

Albert Einstein

"Speech"

Thought

'Writing'

Dumbledore watched the door for a few moments before moving to the fireplace to make several Floo calls and wait for Fawkes to return from his usual morning flight. As he waited for Mundungus to appear, Dumbledore was thinking up plans for this new chess piece that had thrown his most current and some future plans into disarray.

Snape led Blake and Percival down from the Headmaster's office in the upper levels of Hogwarts down to the lower levels by the lake before ending in the now unused stables. "This is where your car and items are stored. It's also where you will be currently staying till otherwise said." Snape drawled with a rarely seen smirk on his face.

Percival's entire ghostly being started to turn a dark grey, to the point you couldn't see though him or his ghostly weapons. "We will see about that." The ghost said with calm voice that didn't keep with his current appearance before following the young soldier farther into the stables.

Blake looked around the dry but clean stalls as he searched for his car and stuff. I've slept in worse places. At least it doesn't smell like shit and no fucking prayer calls here. Finally spotting the front end of his baby in a far stall had him doing a quick jog towards it.

Seeing Blake move towards the mechanical horse had Sir Percival curious while Snape used this chance to head back to his dungeons and away from the muggle.

Blake had stopped directly in front of his car that he had got just before joining the military as a rolling shell and built it up with his dad during his spare time for nearly two years. In front of him was a car that started as standard 1995 240SX or known among its fans a Zenki. After a new engine, transmission, front clip off an S15 Silvia, coil overs, limited slip diff. with various other smaller upgrades had turned the car into something he liked to call Frankenstein. The look was something drift and Silvia enthusiasts called an S14.5. With a blue paint job to match his battalion's, black carbon fiber hood and massive rear spoiler and sitting on gloss white Works rims with gold lug nuts made it stand out among all others the road.

Sir Percival watched the young man move around the car while lightly touching its metal panels. "Is this special to you?" He asked Blake softly.

"Yea, it is." Blake answered quietly back without explaining why. Blake stopped in front of it just looking before going to look though the black plastic containers to see what all had arrived with him while looking for his weapon. Finding his M4 leaning against a stable wall with its ACOG and the grenade launcher all there and his knife next to it. Placing the his knife back into its sheath before deciding this would be a good time to take inventory of everything and check over his weapons to make sure nothing internal like his firing pin was missing. Another day ruined thanks to a fucking layout.

Since their event filled morning and revelations about the fourth champion and his new ghostly mentor had the Hogwarts student body rumor network in hyper mood with its usual distortion of the truth. Just seeing it for once while not being the subject of the said gossip had Harry questioning many of classmates. Some of the rumors were really out there like Specialist Bradley was really here to steal their magic or that he was really a squid trying to prove their worth. One rumor was that he was really James Bond! Harry had thought that what Specialist Bradley had told them was unbelievable but apparently not for Hogwarts rumors.

Ron and most of the Purebloods were in the firm belief that Bradley wouldn't make it past the first task. The rest of the school was split on how well he would do or like the Purebloods believing he would fail. Some of the muggleborns believed he would accomplish the task mainly thanks to his weapons and movies they had seen. A small minority of them remembered what the muggle militaries were capable of, especially the Americans. The other muggleborns were in the same belief as Hermione that he couldn't compete with no magic in a magical competition.

Did they forget that muggles have already went to the moon multiple times while magicals still wear robes and use quills? Harry hadn't forgotten all of these achievements that the muggles had done for all of mankind when he was introduced into the hidden world of magic. After looking back to his first visit to Daigon Alley made him realized they were similar to each other. Brooms for bikes and cars, apothorcorys were like chemical warehouses and pets were generally little more exotic then their mundane counterparts.

After all the classes were over and everyone were in their dormitories discussing the tournament and its champions, Harry decided to head down to the lake's edge and try to think about Ron and Hermione and their responses to some of the champions. Having never seen this side of them had made Harry realize how little friends he actually had. Sure, he knew a bunch of people but couldn't call them friends.

Looking back at all of their adventures together made Harry realize that without them, he would have never had been friends with Ron or Hermione. Ron reminded Harry of Peirs with Dudley, always looking for fame and money but never willing to work for it while Hermione was much better suited to be in Ravenclaw but wanted to be just like Dumbledore. That was worthy goal but she put too much into books instead of going out and experiencing it. As he sat down by the lake's edge, looking aimlessly across it while going his friends and lack of them, Harry heard foot steps behind him.

"How does it feel?" a girl's voice softly asked from behind.

Turning around slowly to see the same Slytherin girl from last night. "What do you mean?" Harry asked quietly as she sat down a few feet from him.

"To not be the center of all the rumors for once." She said while looking into his emerald eyes, not once drifting to look up at his scar.

Harry had been thinking of that though out the day and slowly answered what he had come up with. "It's…nice. No one expecting me to be the next coming of Merlin or the newest Dark Lord. Seeing how most magicals act towards muggles and their world has been a real eye opener." He said while turning his head back towards the moon reflecting of the lake.

"Mind explaining how its eye opening?" She asked while also looking towards the lake's water.

"That our lives seemed to be set from what houses we are sorted into, how we seem to forget about the things muggles have done for all of mankind while we lock ourselves into our own little world that seems to be always stuck in the past." Harry said while looking at the pretty brunette next to him.

"I guess I can understand some of that but what do you mean by all of mankind?" she asked curiously with a frown across her face.

Harry turned from her to look up at the moon sitting in the clear night sky. "Muggles have gone higher, faster and deeper than any wizard has with building and constantly improving their planes and submarines. They regularly have gone into space and even have been to the moon but we forget this when magic is a new and unknown factor for muggleborns and muggle raised. Half-bloods and Purebloods choose to ignore what is going on outside this hidden world because they view muggles as dirty, stupid peasants. Muggles have created things that could destroy entire cities and small countries but also things to help fix world problems and medicine for illnesses. Their world always seem to be moving forward to a better tomorrow while ours seem to be frozen in time."

"I can see what you mean now." She said in a slightly shocked and scared tone. After a few moments of looking at the moon, she regained some of her composure and began speaking in a more confident tone. "Sorry, I seemed to have forgot my manners. I'm Tracey Davis."

Harry almost broke into laughter at the situation before him. A Slytherin being nice to a Gryffindor. After successfully keeping his laughter contained, he answered back. "It's alright, you already know this but I'm Harry Potter."

Both of Harry and Tracey sat in quiet silence while looking over the lake for a few minutes, both lost in thought before Harry spoke up again. "Why did you help me last night?"

Tracey thought about it for a few seconds before turning to look at Harry. "I figured you didn't want to be in the center of the rumors again."

"Thank you for that, anything I can do to repay you for this?" Harry asked her since she had no reason to help him when most of her housemates would have done the opposite. That he was willing to repay her kindness had nothing to do that she was pretty girl.

"You could help me with DADA since you always have been the best in our year and if the rumors even halfway true, most experienced." Tracey said without hesitation.

"What rumors would these be?" Harry asked as he wondered how many rumors were about him being experienced in fighting like Tracey was implying.

"The ones weasel and Miss Know-it-all spread about fighting trolls, giant spiders, a basilisk, Demetors and werewolves." She said with some curiosity in her voice.

Harry was too shocked to at what he heard to yell at Tracey for name calling Ron and Hermione. Ron I figured would boast about our adventures but Hermione as well!? She knows how much I hate rumors. "Really!? Anything else I'm not aware of?" Harry asked in a rising voice. Since breakfast, Harry had been looking more at his friends in a different light and it wasn't looking good.

"Weasley mainly goes on how he is does mostly everything or he is the one that teaches you everything you know while Granger is the brains of the Golden Trio and the reason you don't fail classes." Tracey stated before continuing on with some hesitation. "They also have been blocking most people from other houses from getting to know you and go on to say that you only want Gryffindor friends and hate everything Slytherin." Looking at Harry, Tracey saw that he had no knowledge of what his two best friends were doing behind his back.

Harry exploded at hearing what his friends had done. "THAT CANT BE TRUE! The only people in Slytherin that I hate is Malfoy and his pet trolls. Ron hasn't taught me anything besides some Quidditch rules in our first year and even then Wood did loads more than him. Hermione does do most of the research but her first response for anything is go to the library and research it. She checks my homework at most, instead she spends more time trying to get Ron to do his before doing it herself." Harry hated his fame as the Boy-who-lived and refused to use it to skate on by in life. He worked had for his skills and abilities only to have his friends make others think he was stupid and useless without them.

"I'm sorry." Tracey said in an almost whisper. Finding out that the Gryffindor Golden Boy was nothing at all like the rumors was a bit of shock but to then to learn that his best friends thought so little of him must have badly hurt. The boy, no young man before her was a walking mystery that been the center of all things weird since their first year, a mystery that Tracey wanted to figure out.

"I've done so much for both of them only to hear they have been saying lies about me behind my back? Why? What have I done to deserve this or am I just freak that deserves to be alone for the rest of my life?" Harry whispered to himself with a dead tone and a look on him he had just about given up on all hope or happiness for himself.

"Don't say that, you are certainly not a freak. You haven't done anything wrong, they did and if they truly are your friends they will apologize and never do something like it again. If not, then they were truly your friends and just were using you for your fame." Tracey said in a defiant tone before going on in a softer tone. "I know that you have no reason to trust what I have told you but you deserve to know the truth. Go ask any other student from the different houses when Granger and Weasley are not around and they will tell you something similar."

"I'll give them a chance but that's it." Harry stated before he realized that this was the longest he had talked to a girl besides Hermione, someone that he considered as a sister or at least used to. Speaking again shyly. "Sorry if I ruined you night Tracey."

"Its fine Harry, I got some peace from the Tournament and learned a bit about the real you, not the Boy-who-lived." Tracey said while standing up. "It's going to be even more hectic now that everyone has sent an owl home to their parents about the muggle soldier being the fourth champion. With all the ministry officials from four different countries, reporters and various experts called in, it would probably be best if we didn't call each other by first names in public. See you next Tuesday at 6 pm in the library. Good night Harry." Tracey said before walking away, leaving Harry to look at her leave before looking at the moon for a bit, processing what all Tracey had told him and looking back at previous years and past adventures. It would be an hour before Harry went to bed despite his clouded heart and Ron's snoring.

I'M ALIVE! Yes, you fuckers who for some reason still read this and like it, I'm back. For now. Or when I feel like it. Now I know most you wished that this new chapter would have come sooner (me too) even when I had rough draft written down already. The thing is I finally got my DD-214 and just enjoyed not waking up at 5 in the fucking morning every day or 2am cause some asshole got a DUI and we all have to come in. YES, that does happen so if you looking at joining the Army, be prepared for some stupid shit. Like really, really retard shit. Where was I going with this? Ah yes, why I finally have chosen to start this again? It's like therapy for me in a weird way and DEADPOOL. Yes you can thank Deadpool for getting my ass motived again. I do have plans for this stories and rough drafts till the first task. Updates might be either slow or fast as hell since inspiration is weird and I'm not typing something that I already wrote down cause that shit reminds me redoing leave requests or counseling statements. That and I'm not going to try to make each chapter longer than the last one. Huge respect to the writers on this site who can do that and update weekly or even monthly. You see a mistake or something fucked up besides the plot, point it out. As I said before, I like criticism that shows my flaws so I can work on changing or improving them. If you hate this, just leave. Like go to a different story or close the browser cause otherwise I'm reading pointless flames. Now till whenever next time it is, OEFgrunt out. I AM THE INFANTRY, FOLLOW ME.

Layouts- It is what it sounds like. You lay everything out and go over everything one piece at a time for 100% accountability and to see condition. It takes hours and is grueling cause someone ELSE has to be the one checking it before your allowed to pack it all up again.

Prayer calls- If you every go to Islamic countries or cities, you will hear five different prayer calls throughout the day. Nothing against Muslims or their religion as I myself am atheist but it gets old. Fast. It's like an annoying alarm clock that you can't hit snooze on.

Car parts in general- Google it if you want to know.