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McGonagall actually appeared. Harry was so shocked, he hadn't even questioned her and just followed the rest of his House to an abandoned classroom.
She made the girls sit on one side of the room and the boys on the other. She stood in the center, stern look in place.
Filch was also in the room, much to the displeasure of Gryffindor House. Beside him was a table and upon that table, was an absurdly large gramophone. The horn of the gramophone was metallic and old, if the discoloration meant anything. It was shiny and a cross between silver, blue and red.
McGonagall cleared her throat. "The Yule Ball, is a tradition of the-"
Filch touched something on the record and it made a loud scratching noise.
She sent him an annoyed look, before continuing. "Tri-Wizard Tournament, since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests, gather in the Great Hall for a night of well...mannered...frivolity!"
Harry snickered when she emphasized the last few words. She was trying to stress that there should be no shenanigans of any sort, happening on the night of the ball. Her subtle warning wouldn't work, because the twins were obviously going to attend and something would happen.
"As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, because, if some of you haven't heard yet, the Yule Ball is first and foremost, a dance."
The girls immediately started talking in excited murmurs. Looking down the line, Harry could see that none of the boys liked the idea all too much. Neville seemed excited, which he found interesting. The twins, who were standing a couple of feet to his left, where grinning at one another.
McGonagall raised her hands, "Silence!"
Quiet reigned.
"The House of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling, band of baboons!"
Ron sent Harry a look and he muffled a snigger. It was hilarious the things she came up with. A glance to his left showed the twins attempting to say it as fast as possible. Fred smirked when George fumbled and held his hand out. George slapped a Sickle into it, grumbling as he did so.
"Now, to dance, is to let the body breath!" she said, moving her arms strangely. "Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight."
Ron made a snide comment about one the more unpopular girls and Seamus snickered. This got them McGonagall's attention.
Her eyes landed on Ron, "Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepare to prance. Mr. Weasley," she said with a smirk, walking over.
"Yes?" He mumbled, looking terrified of what was about to happen to him.
"Will you join me please?"
It wasn't a question. It was a demand. He had no choice and wouldn't risk punishment if he's receive if he tried to get out of whatever it was.
Ron stood uncertainly and she grabbed the shoulder of his shirt and tugged him to the middle of the room with her. Harry gave Ron a nice push along the way.
"Now, place your right hand, on my waist," she ordered.
He blanched and looked around in shock, "Where?"
"My waist," she clarified.
As he most reluctantly did as she commanded, she placed her left hand on his shoulder and clasped his left within her right.
There was a loud wolf whistle and Ron attempted to move, but she held him still and forced him to keep position. Ron pouted.
"Mr. Filch, if you please?"
There was a bit of scratchiness, before music began to softly flow through the room. McGonagall led Ron into a slow waltz, repeating the words, 'one, two, three,' several times as they stepped.
Harry glanced over at the twins to see them swaying back and forth, with goofy smiles on their faces.
"Oi!" he whispered, drawing their attention.
"You're never gonna let him forget this, are you?"
Two dark grins spread across their faces. "Never," they chorused.
"Everybody come together!"
Harry looked back to McGonagall to see her barking out some orders. "Boys, on your feet!"
The girls were the ones to move first. Excitedly, Harry noticed. None of the boys seemed to willing to embarrass themselves.
Harry didn't mind dancing with someone. It was just that he didn't know how. But now he had a chance to learn!
Neville was the first to stand up and he approached Hermione, who smiled and took his hand. Taking Neville's lead, Harry stood and made his way over to Angelina Johnson.
Her eyes went wide and she smiled.
"Care to try this with me?" he asked, flushing a bit.
"Sure. I'm actually a good dancer, so I can help you out if you need it."
Harry's been walking to Potions, when he found his path blocked by a girl. A girl dressed in blue. It was one of the Beauxbatons students.
She giggling and fluttering her eyelashes at him.
He looked around the corridor, wondering if maybe she was looking at someone else, like that. No such luck.
"May I help you, mademoiselle?" he asked, feeling slightly scared.
"I just wanted to know if you have an escort to the ball yet?"
Why? That's what he wanted to ask. But for some reason, this girl terrified him more than Voldemort. He knew that if he was alone with the Dark Lord, the man would try to kill him. But he didn't know this girl and didn't know what she planned. Or why she wanted to know if he had a date yet.
"Um...yeah. I'm going with Fleur Delacour," he answered, running a hand through his hair.
He could swear that the girl's face froze. He'd even go so far as to say she was constipated.
"Oh," she said. "Well, nice meeting you."
Harry shrugged as she stiffly walked away. He did not get what that was about, at all.
There was a bit of a kerfuffle a few days before the ball. Malfoy got bold, seriously one would think that he was the Gryffindor. Anyway, he fired a curse at Harry, but his aim was severely off the mark and he hit Hermione in the face.
Harry, with his quick reflexes, fired the very same curse back at the prat and was glad when it landed. The difference between their curses, was that Harry's was considerably more powerful. So while Hermione's front teeth grew a little bit over her bottom lip, Malfoy's front teeth reached down to his waist.
Ignoring the blonde ferret, Harry helped Hermione up and began leading her to the Hospital Wing.
Madam Pomfrey gave her one look and uttered something that Harry would never have expected from the old woman.
"What happened?"
"Malfoy cornered us on our way to Hagrid's. He tried to curse me, but his aim is really quite awful. He hit her instead. In return, I fired the curse he used back at him. He may come in soon, with a similar problem, but his teeth are really long!"
Pomfrey tutted. "Five points from Gryffindor for stooping to his level Mr. Potter. But don't worry, he'll be losing a lot more, for starting it," she winked.
Pomfrey waved her wand over Hermione's face and the teeth started to shorten, until they were back to normal.
"I shortened them a little bit more than they were, Ms. Granger. To give you a more even smile," Pomfrey smiled.
Hermione, who had been silently crying until then, gaped and summoned a mirror from the other side of the room. She looked over her teeth and sighed. "They look normal."
Harry scoffed, "They always looked normal. You're fine Mione. Anyone who can't see how beautiful you really are, must be blind. And the blokes who don't notice you, are just missing out."
Pomfrey let out a little, 'aw' and Hermione beamed at him. "Thanks, Harry. Why can't all boys be like you?"
He shrugged, "I have no idea."
In that second, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle stumbled into the Hospital Wing. Crabbe pointed at Harry and said, "Potter cursed Draco!"
As Harry's mouth pulled up into a smirk, Pomfrey nodded, "Yes. And he's already lost points. Now, twenty points from Slytherin for starting a fight Mr. Malfoy. Honestly, you can't even win a simple surprise attack. What would Lucius say if he knew how bad you were as a duelist?"
Harry may have just fallen in love with the old woman right then. To see a teacher put the blonde ferret into his place was great. It was a wonderful sight.
Malfoy sputtered, though it was muffled, due to the huge teeth hanging out of his mouth.
Harry looked at Hermione, "Where's Colin when you need him?"
She laughed, "I don't know. Should we get him?"
"Get who?"
Everyone in the room jerked toward the door, where Colin Creevey entered, lugging his little brother in his arms. Around his neck was his camera.
Hermione summoned his camera and pointed it at Malfoy. Before the teen could do so much as move, she had already taken the picture. Colin was gaping at the blonde and Dennis, though looking quite ill, was smiling just a tad.
Pomfrey sighed, "Okay, enough playing around Mr, Potter, Ms. Granger. Mr. Creevey, you can leave your brother here, I'll take care of him. Go on!"
The three left, snickering as they went. Hermione handed Colin his camera back and he took it with a grin. "I'll get it developed soon, don't worry. And you guys will have the first copies!"
Harry and Hermione high-fived.
At breakfast the next day, Ron received mail from Mrs. Weasley. It was a large box and Ron had torn off the paper and opened it excitedly, only to look confused at what was held within.
Viktor didn't know what it was either.
Ron pulled whatever it was, out of the box and it fell to the floor.
"Mum sent me a dress!"
Hermione snorted. Harry snickered and pulled something else out of the box. "Well it does match your eyes. And here's a bonnet!"
"Nose down, Harry."
Ron moved a little down the table, "Ginny, these must be for you."
Said girl looked horrified. "I wouldn't wear that, it's ghastly!"
Hermione let out an even louder snort. Ron gave her a look, "What?"
"They're not for Ginny."
"What?"
"They're for you! They're dress robes!"
The Gryffindor table, which was only half full at the time so everyone was close enough to listen in, all began laughing loudly.
Ron gaped at the very old-looking clothing. With its ruffles and blinding design.
"Murder me!"
That very same day, was also the last Hogsmeade weekend for the year. And this was when everyone was going to buy their dress robes for the ball.
Harry made Ron bring his 'traditional' robes with him. Harry was going to fix it up a bit. But to do that, he needed to see some other styles first. It was a good thing that he knew how to sew.
Harry had been instructed by Fleur that he couldn't buy anything that wasn't black or dark green. She said she was wearing silver and any other color would clash. So, he went halfway. Black dress robes with a Slytherin green waistcoat. A black dress shirt and a Slytherin green bow tie.
In the shop, Harry took Ron aside and made him put his dress robes on. Harry then proceeded to remove all lace and ruffles with a simple cutting charm. Already, the outfit was looking better.
"Now, I'm not good enough at changing things to other colors like blue, so what I can do, is blend everything together and make it brown. That's the closest color it is. Is that alright?"
"As long as you get rid of the curly things, I'm fine."
"Those 'curly thing' are old-fashioned designs. Stay still."
Standing behind him. Harry tapped his wand on Ron's back, three times, and he watching in awe as the colors blend together, until the whole robe was a solid light brown of flat material.
"As an early Yule gift, I'm getting you a regular shirt and waistcoat."
Harry left him standing there, staring at his reflection. He returned a moment later, with a white dress shirt in hand and a brown waistcoat that matched the robes.
"Try them on. Go in there and don't come out until you are finished."
Harry cleaned up the ruffles, grimacing at their pink color. That would have been so embarrassing for Ron to wear.
Ron came out of the changing stall and opened his arms. He looked a lot better. A lot. Harry fixed his collar and then nodded, "You look fine. This is good. Now, change back and I'll go pay for your new clothes."
Ron nodded and did as ordered. A few moments later, he was the proud owner of a new shirt and waistcoat.
Hermione met up with them at the Three Broomsticks. "Well, how did it go?"
"Good," Harry smiled. "I fixed his robes, look."
She glanced in the bag and smiled at the lack of pink ruffles. "I'm sure Ronald will look great! Now all he needs is a date!"
Harry nodded and together, they turned to Ron expectantly.
"What? I'm not the only one without a date? What about Neville?"
Hermione smiled, "He asked Ginny."
"What about you?"
She scoffed, "I've already got a date."
"She does! I saw it all myself!" Harry insisted with a nod.
Ron's head hit the table, "Now I'm really depressed. Even Neville has a date!"
"Well, Parvati doesn't have a date. Take her. All you have to do is ask," Harry said, pointing to a corner of the room, where Parvati and Padma Patil were sitting and reading. "Only Padma is with her, so it shouldn't be bad."
Ron flushed, "I don't know."
"Ten Galleons that you can't," Harry said, pulling out the money and sapping it on the table.
Ron looked at the gold. It was shiny.
He stood up suddenly and moved over to the twins.
"That was bad, Harry," Hermione chastised. He shrugged, grinning as he watched Ron talk to the girls.
They watched for a bit and turned around when Ron moved to come back. He was grinning.
"I did it!"
He then reached over and took the money. "I won! I'm going to Honeydukes, you want to come?"
Hermione huffed, "You'll rot your teeth out."
Harry shook his head, "Wizards can always grow them back. And remember, their cleaning methods are a lot better than the muggle way, though I still prefer to brush them."
"Oh."
Harry's dress robes where very sharp. To be honest, he liked what he saw. His hair blended in with the black silk of his robes. His trousers were tailored nicely and made his legs look a lot longer. His shoes were shined. His eyes stood out against his clothing and skin and he just overall, looked smashing.
One of the few times he felt good about his appearance. And he was so glad that he didn't need glasses anymore!
Walking out of the bathroom, he could see Ron standing before large mirror, twisting back and forth.
"You look good," he complimented the redhead.
"Thanks to you."
"Come on, let's go. Parvati is waiting in the Common Room and I have to meet Fleur in front of the Great Hall."
Parvati was dressed in an orange and pink outfit that Harry complimented her on. She flushed, but thanked him anyway.
"Hermione said she'd meet us at the Hall."
Fleur, was indeed dressed in silver. It was a nice dress, with spaghetti straps and flowers on the left strap that trailed across the top of the bodice. It cinched a bit at the waist, but then flared out nicely.
Harry was thankful that they were the same height and that she hadn't felt moved to wear heels.
"Zey 'urt my feet," she told him.
"You look attirant," she also said.
"And you look, tres magnifique."
She gasped, "Parlez-vous français?"
"Peu de."
She nodded. "At least you used it correctly," she smiled.
"Potter! Ms. Delacour, there you are!"
Harry and Fleur turned to see McGonagall bustling on over in her hunter green robes. "All we're waiting for is Mr. Krum. You have to walk into the room together and you will sit at the judges table with the other judges. Mr. Crouch is not present, so Percy Weasley, his assistant, will be standing in for him."
Harry nodded and looked up at the stairs, in time to see Viktor leading Hermione down, carefully. They both looked good. Viktor was dressed in a bright red suit with a large amount of fur thrown over his left shoulder. Hermione was dressed in a baby blue, floor length outfit that had many good-looking ruffles. Her hair was done up and there were several curls surrounding her face.
McGonagall let out a small, 'aw' and placed a hand on her face.
She shook herself off and gestured for the two to Join Harry and Fleur.
"You will walk in together. Ms. Delacour and Mr. Potter first. Then you will follow. After the feast, you will dance the first waltz of the evening. Do not forget to sit at the judges table."
She stated then before the large doors and nodded her head. "You'll know when to enter. You all look wonderful, congratulations."
She slipped into the hall, leaving the four of them standing there, waiting for the signal.
It wasn't hard to spot. The doors opened on their own and the entry music started.
As they walked, Harry could see the frown he was receiving from a lot of the males. Those who wanted to go to the ball with Fleur. He ignored them and just focused on walking without tripping. That would not do him well.
He took a seat on Percy's left side, with Fleur on his own left. Percy gave him a small smile.
Dumbledore announced the beginning of the meal and Harry took the menu on his plate and looked it over. He murmured what he wanted to his plate and smiled when lamb appeared. Nice. He'd have to thank the Elves later.
Percy asked him a few questions about classes and he reluctantly told him that he regretted Divination. It wasn't going to help him at all in the future and the thought of an easy 'O' no longer appealed to him. Now it was just a waste of time.
"If you study hard, you may be able to get Professor McGonagall to transfer you into Ancient Runes. Hermione takes that and I know she has the best grades. You'd be able to work together."
"I'll consider it. That'd be a lot more helpful than Divination."
"Mr. Crouch told me about how you finished the First Task. I'm shocked that you know the Patronus Charm so well that it's corporeal."
Harry shrugged, "Dementors seem to like me too much. I have to defend myself somehow. Besides, I really like Defense."
"I cannot believe zat it's a great snake," Fleur commented.
"I can," Harry said, taking a bite of his food. "I was supposed to be in Slytherin you see, but I met Malfoy and once he was sorted, I practically forced my way into Gryffindor, no matter how much I was told Slytherin would make me great. Malfoy is such an annoying prat."
Percy was gaping. "You, a Slytherin?"
He nodded, "It's the House of ambition, which I have in spades. Most think evil though, especially thanks to Voldemort being the heir of Slytherin himself."
Percy flinched at his easy use of the name, but he wasn't remorseful. People needed to realize that a mere name wasn't going to do anything.
After some more idle chatter, the food disappeared and the tables were filled with desserts of all kinds. Fleur giggled and grabbed an Éclair. Harry stuck with the treacle tarts and Percy refused to spoil himself on sweets.
Looking up, Harry saw Viktor watching him eat his tart and he sent the older teen a smile.
Viktor's eyes went wide and he turned to look at Hermione, who was slowly eating a piece of what looked to be carrot cake. Yuck!
Not too long after, the dancing started and Harry praised Hecate that he had taken those lessons. Fleur was smiling and laughing as they moved around the floor.
Overall, the dance went perfectly. There were no wardrobe malfunctions or falls of any kind. Everyone had a blast. Even Ron, who had been worried about the dancing. He even danced with Viktor, who seemed stiff and uncomfortable the whole time. He didn't know why, but didn't ask about it.
Harry parted ways with Fleur at the end of the night. She left him with a kiss on the cheek and a 'zank you'.
Harry joined Mione, Ron, Parvati and Viktor on their way up to the tower.
It was a good night. Very good indeed.
The next morning was Yule. Harry woke up to see a large assortment of gifts at the foot of his four-poster.
He waited for Ron to awaken, before opening them. Ron sort of sat up and jumped off his bed. He sat on the floor and gathered the gifts close.
"Let's see what we got."
Harry received books on Ancient Runes from Hermione. Chocolate from Ron and Remus. Sirius gave him a magical penknife, which was supposed to be able to open all locks and undo any knots. Mrs. Weasley knitted him a green sweater with a moving dragon on it. Neville got him a Remembrall. Ginny bought him a large black diary. He snickered at that one. Viktor bought him a necklace with his name on it. In the center of the 'A' was an emerald. The twins gave him a box of their creations.
By far, his most interesting gift, came in a long glass vial. It looked a lot like seaweed.
Not being particularly great at Herbology, Harry took it to Neville and asked what it was.
He looked at it for a moment, before pulling out the stopped and sniffing it. "That's Gillyweed!"
"What does it do?" Harry asked, looking at it.
"Well, it's difficult to come across it. If eaten by a witch or wizard, you'll grow fins and gills and be able to breathe underwater. By the amount of you got there, it's about enough to keep you under for an hour."
"Thanks."
Looking at the note that came with it, he sniggered.
Potter,
Use it well. Don't die.
Well wasn't Snape just a cuddle bug.
But why would he need to breathe underwater for an hour for? It wasn't like he was bout to go for a swim in the Black Lake or anything.
"Harry, it's February first and you have yet to figure out the clue to the egg!" Hermione chastised as they walked along Hogsmeade.
He shrugged, "Mione, it screams bloody murder when I open it! How am I to figure it out it all I hear is screaming?"
"Well, did you put a blanket on it, or try listening to it from another room? There are other ways you can try to listen, not just by opening it and standing in the same place."
Harry groaned and nodded. Together with Ron, they entered the Three Broomsticks and sat at a table.
Harry immediately noticed Mr. Bagman on the far side of the room, surrounded by Goblins. And they did not look happy.
Harry wanted to run when the man's eyes landed on him and he excused himself from the small creatures in order to come over and speak with Harry.
"Mr. Potter, mind if I have a word?"
Fuck.
"Certainly sir." He looked at Hermione and said, "Could you order me some green tea?"
She nodded and he smiled gratefully, before following the man.
Once they were perfectly ensconced in a corner of the room, free from human company, Mr. Bagman turned to him. "Mr. Potter, I must admit that your performance in the first task was unconventional, yet brilliant at the same time!"
"Thank you sir. I just wanted it to be over as fast as possible."
Mr. Bagman nodded. "Well, I hope you do just as well in the second task. It's even more dangerous than the first."
Something told Harry to lie. He didn't know why, but he listened.
"Oh, I know, sir. I'm pretty sure I have a solid strategy in place, but I'm still shaky on timing possibilities."
That sounded relatively like he knew about the next task. He didn't know if Fleur or Viktor knew about the task yet and he didn't want to seem pathetic in not knowing yet.
Mr. Bagman smiled suddenly and nodded, "That's very good, my boy! And don't worry too much about time, you'll have an entire hour down in the lake to find what was taken from you."
If Harry had been two years younger when he heard this, his eyes would have widened and he would have gaped. But with his training, aging, time around Snape and these changes occurring within him, he was a lot more Slytherin. He kept himself in check perfectly and didn't let his emotions run him all the time.
So, when he heard such a large tip about the next task, he didn't move a muscle. Didn't even twitch.
Mr. Bagman was still smiling, "I'm rooting for you, Mr. Potter. Many others as well. We all like to make wagers on the darkhorse and you being the youngest, are considered to be it. Now, if there is anything you need in regards to the tournament, just let me know and I will try to assist you as best as I can."
Harry could tell what the man was doing. He bet that Harry would win and now he was trying to help him cheat. Well actually he did help him cheat, but he didn't need to know that.
"I'll be sure to let you know, sir," he said with a false smile. He hoped he looked innocent, because he didn't want questions to be raised.
"Wonderful, my boy! Wonderful! Now, if you'll excuse me."
The man slipped away and left the restaurant quickly. The Goblins in the far corner noticed and immediately high tailed it after him. Odd.
He returned to his seat and Hermione looked at him imploringly.
"Why would some many Goblins be after one person?" he asked.
Ron picked up from behind his Pumpkin Juice. "He probably owes them something."
Harry's mind put it all together.
"So that's it!" he said with a smirk.
"What?" Hermione and Ron asked.
"Mr. Bagman seems to be an avid gambler. He bet on me in the tournament and just tried to help me cheat. Told me to come to him if I need 'help'."
Hermione gasped, "You didn't accept, did you?"
"No." Technically, he didn't. The man let information Harry didn't know, slip, but Harry never accepted his offer.
"Good," she said, sitting back.
"Anyway, he's the one who accepted Fred and George's bet and cheated them out of money. So, maybe he did the same with the Goblins and owes them money as well. The twins have been trying to get him to pay them back since he came to the castle."
"How childish!" Hermione snarled. "He's a coward."
"Yes, he is."
It was what the muggles called, Valentines day. There was no celebration last year. Not like when Lockhart was teaching. Harry scoffed, teaching.
Harry had exactly ten days to figure out what the egg's full meaning was. The fact that he had to go in the lake and find something that would be taken from him was bad enough, but he wanted to know all the facts. But he tried everything and nothing worked! All he heard was wailing.
He paced the seventh floor corridor. He needed space and the Common Room was too crowded for him. So with the large egg in hand, he paced back and forth.
"Young Sssspeaker, what hassss you sssso frazzled?"
Harry looked up and locked gazes with Salazantrix. "There'ssss a competition going on and the clue to the next tassssk issss in thissss egg, but whenever I open it, all I hear issss sssstrident sssscreaming."
"Open it," Salazantrix ordered.
"Okay, but be warned, it's really irritating."
He moved the knob at the top and the golden sides split apart to reveal a very shiny glowing bubble of something that looked like water. A loud screeching noise rag through the corridor.
He shut it and sighed. That was enough to pierce the eardrum.
"Mermissssh."
He looked up, "What?"
"It isss in Mermissssh. If you hold it underwater, you'd be able to lissssten to it. Or, I can transssslate it for you now," Salazantrix answered with a shrug.
Mermaids. They resided in large bodies of water. Like the Black Lake. His eyes widened.
"Pleasssse transssslate it?" he asked, opening the egg again and placing it on the floor.
He put his hands over his ears and waited until the woman nodded. He gladly shut the golden object and looked up.
"Come sssseek ussss where our voicessss ssssound,
We cannot ssssing above the ground,
And while you're ssssearching, ponder thissss;
We've taken what you'll ssssorely missssss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And recover what we took,
But passsst an hour — the prosssspect'ssss black,
Too late, it'ssss gone, it won't come back."
So, Mr. Bagman pretty much told him everything about the task then. Except for the not coming back part. So if he didn't find it, he would never get it back? He didn't like that.
"Thank you, Ssssalazantrix."
"It wassss not a problem. Good luck with your tassssk."
He returned to Gryffindor Tower and waved off everyone's concerns over the egg, by saying he finally got the clue.
Setting the egg on his small desk, he sat on his four-poster.
Now all he had to do was find a way to breathe underwater for an hour.
He gasped and jumped up, going to his trunk. Pulling something out of it, he smirked at the mysterious convenience of it all.
Naughty Snape. Very naughty.
He grinned. This would work, better than he thought it would.
A/N: Another one done!
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