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Notes: It's not an entirely happy welcoming feast.

Chapter 12: The Triwizard Tournament

They didn't get a chance to discuss the exciting news as only moments later the door opened and Professor McGonagall marched in with the new first years. Harry let his eyes wander over them wondering whether any of them came from his and Hermione's old primary institute. He didn't recognise any of their faces, but then the institute had been a big one, much larger than Hogwarts, and these students would have been first years in his final year.

With a start Harry realised that this was the last time Hogwarts institute might receive students that he had met before. The oldest students now at the primary institute had only arrived the day after Harry had left. Surely there was nobody there now that still remembered him though most of the teachers and nurses would still be the same ones he'd known.

With a strangely lost and lonely feeling Harry remembered his old dorm, classroom, corridors, playground and even the dreaded headmaster's office. He shouldn't be feeling this bad about never seeing them again. Hogwarts institute was his home now, after all, but he had once loved that place and the children in it as much as he did Hogwarts now. Would there come a time when he would feel as distant from and forgotten by Ron, Hermione and Draco as he now did by Malcolm, Dudley and Pierce? Would he even recognise one of them, if he happened to see them now?

The sorting hat's song distracted him from the sad thoughts and soon he was smiling again and applauding his newly sorted house-mates as cheerfully as everybody else.

He remained quite happy until the headmaster shattered that feeling by announcing that there would be no Quidditch at the institute this year. Instead there would be something called the Triwizard Tournament, which was only for seventeen year old students, and only one of those could participate.

It was a terrible blow. Last year Quidditch had been the only thing he'd really enjoyed and now it was replaced by something he couldn't even participate in? It just wasn't fair!

Professor Moody, the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, finally arrived during the headmaster's speech. He didn't look like he'd be a pleasant teacher either. At the sight of his terribly scarred face Harry almost wished for Professor Lupin back even though he had been convinced that Harry was lazy and badly behaved.