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Snape had Harry go over locator charms again. He then made sure Harry knew about the task and Harry smirked as he mentioned the Gillyweed.
The man did not rise to his taunts and just remained stoic the entire time.
After some more practising, they parted ways.
Harry, having an hour left before he had to go to bed, meandered through the castle.
Salazar's secret passages, always made everything seem much more cool. Like, he was a spy on a mission or something like that.
It was on the second floor, that he was nearly scared to death.
Myrtle appeared before him.
"Hello, Harry. How are you?" she asked shyly, looking down.
"Fantastic," he answered. "Uh...how are you?"
"Oh! I'm doing a lot better. I travel around the school more now. Nick and Helena and my new friend Luna are all very nice."
"Who?"
"Helena Ravenclaw is the daughter of Rowena. She resides in an abandoned part of the castle, because she doesn't really like the living all too much. Sir. Nicholas has always been nice. And Luna is another Ravenclaw. She's picked on by her housemates for being different, just like I was. She understands. And since Lady Ravenclaw likes her, I figured I could get to know her as well. She really is kind. Like you, Harry!"
"I'm glad you have more friends, Myrtle."
The ghostly Ravenclaw smiled, "It's because you were so nice, Harry. I'm not scared to go and see the other ghosts any more. How are you?"
"I'm well. I have a competition I'm a part of and the next task is tomorrow. I'm a little stressed over what they're talking from me. They're going to hide something of mine ate bottom of the lake, possibly with the Mermaids, and I have only an hour to find it. I don't want to waste time searching blindly."
Myrtle gasped and giggled. "I know where the Mermaids are! I visit their settlement a lot these days. I could take you," she offered.
"You'd do that?" he asked in shock.
She nodded. "Yes! Anything for you, Harry!"
"Thank you, Myrtle."
"I'll follow everyone to the lake tomorrow. I'll come to you when you're in the water. You should go to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day."
Myrtle floated through the wall after throwing a smile and a wave of her hand at Harry.
Was it cheating to receive help from a ghost? He didn't know. Nor did he really care. He was actually going to be able to get whatever it is that they were going to take.
Back in Gryffindor Tower, he showered quickly and went to bed, only briefly wondering where Isabella was as he laid down. Probably wandering the dorm.
The next day, Harry had to change into an outfit given to him specifically for the task. Knowing that he was going to be underwater, he cast several heating charms on himself, not wanting to freeze to death down there.
Hermione was not at breakfast, much to the worry of Ron and Viktor. Harry didn't know where she was either, but he just hoped that she was alright.
Myrtle made due on her promise and he could see her traveling not too far behind the long line of students as they made their way to the docks to board the boats that would take them to the large stands out in the middle of the lake.
He was able to see her dive into the water.
Once he reached the stands, he was told to wait next to Fleur and Viktor, who were busy removing their warm clothes. Harry followed their lead and was glad for the heating charms. The wind was blowing and everybody and their brother was wearing mittens and mufflers.
Fleur shivered, but gave him a smile when he looked in her direction.
Harry took the vial of Gillyweed out of his pocket and uncorked it. Dispensing the contents into his palm, he waited for the time he could eat it. It smelled gross.
Mr. Bagman appeared on their platform, not too far away and he raised his wand to his throat so he could amplify his voice.
"Attention!"
The cheering of the watchers became muffled.
"Last night, some beings who are very important to our champions, were taken hostage. They now reside, somewhere at the bottom of the lake, bound by very special magic rope and put under a magical stasis. Throughout the lake, there are several spelled objects. Only these objects, can cut through the magical rope. The champions must find an object and then use it to free their hostage. They have exactly one hour to accomplish this task. The objects may seem out of place, which is the only hint we are giving."
Harry looked over to Viktor and Fleur who were both gaping. He felt very much the same way. He didn't like the little scavenger hunt idea. He had never liked those sort of games.
"On the count of three, our champions will begin. One...two…"
Harry shoved the Gillyweed into his mouth and swallowed just as the man said, 'three'.
He choked a bit, but jumped in the water, the same time Fleur and Viktor did. He could feel a sort of burning sensation and felt the air leave his lungs. When he tried to breathe, he only received a mouth full of water that tasted particularly nasty.
The sides of his neck where hurting and he felt something lumpy and odd forming on either side. Looking down, he could see his feet elongating and becoming thinner, until they resembled fins. His hands became webbed.
The burning stopped and he realized that he could breathe just fine. But he wasn't breathing air. He had gills that were allowing him to breathe underwater. Wicked.
He moved back lightly and did an experimental flip. It was actually pretty amazing.
"Hi Harry!"
His heart jumped and he turned around to see Myrtle smiling at him.
"Are you ready to go? I've already seen where the hostages are and all you have to do is find the magical object, right?" she asked.
He nodded, "Yes."
He sounded odd underwater.
"Well, let's get going!"
She took off and Harry followed, still trying to get used to the fins as feet part.
He was looking for something that was out-of-place. A lot of things could be out-of-place at the bottom of a lake. But, there was magic on these items. And he could see magic. See the colors of the magic. So, he was pretty sure since Dumblefuck was the host of the tournament, the objects would have his lavender magic pulsing inside them. So all he had to do, was find the lavender at the bottom of all the murkiness.
After fifteen minutes of swimming, Harry spotted a bright amount of lavender, in the distance. He sped up and when he reached the object, his mouth dropped open.
All he wanted to know, was how the bloody hell Dumbles got his hands on a Swiss Army Knife?
With a shrug, he grabbed the item and looked at Myrtle. "I've got the object."
She nodded and moved on, "Let's hurry. The sooner you get there, the sooner you can win."
Another ten minutes was spent, following behind the ghost. When they enter the outskirts of a large village, they slowed down a bit. The Mermaids where a lot different from what muggle fairy tales depicted. The Little Mermaid, couldn't have been more off.
Distantly, he could hear lovely music and could make out some words.
"Come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground."
So the horrible screeching was actually singing? Well then, would wonders never cease?
"There they are!"
Harry looked up to see Myrtle pointing ahead of them.
"I'll wait here, Harry. The Mermaids don't like when I get too close to their homes."
"Alright. Thank you, Myrtle."
She giggled and fluttered her lashes. "No problem."
Harry swam forward, until he reached the three hostages.
Hermione, a little blond girl and ISABELLA! They took Isabella! Literally entered the dorm and took her when he wasn't there! How dare they!
Opening the muggle tool in his hand, he pulled on the small pair of scissors.
Isabella was kept in a cage that looked to be made of rope. Thankfully, she was asleep, because she hated water and the cold and would most likely lose her mind if she were awake.
The small scissors worked, thankfully, cutting through the rope easily. If he didn't have the ability to see the lavender magic surrounding the rope, he would have thought it to me too soft. The scissors just worked that well. Cutting through the rope like a hot knife through butter.
He gently grabbed Isabella and cradled her in his left arm. She was fucking cold!
Did no one pay attention?! Land snakes cannot take cold climates! They immediately seek warmth. Putting a snake at the bottom of a freezing lake was pretty much reptilian homicide.
Harry took his wand from his pocket and immediately cast a heating charm on her, smiling when her scales warmed up instantly.
He looked at Hermione and the little girl. Looking around the Mermaid village, he couldn't see any sign of Viktor or Fleur. Should he leave or wait for them?
He decided to wait a few minutes. Because it would take him ten minutes to get back to the starting point and he didn't want Isabella to remain in the water any longer than she had to.
He waited five minutes. And then five more. By that time, there were only twenty minutes left in the task and he couldn't afford to wait any longer.
He looked at Hermione for a moment and frowned. If she was Viktor's person, where was he?
Did Dumblefuck make all the objects muggle objects? Viktor and Fleur were strictly brought up in the magical world. They knew nothing of muggle artifacts. Was this a subtle way of trying to cheat, ensuring that only Harry would manage to find one of the objects?
If so, it was wrong and he didn't like at all. Also, they took his friend!
The Mermaid poem said that past an hour, it would be gone and wouldn't come back. Even if he was an old asshole, Dumbles wouldn't let Hermione and the little girl die if Viktor and Fleur didn't make it, would he?
Honestly, Harry couldn't answer. Dumbles was a manipulative old bastard and he really didn't know where the man stood.
Harry started on his way out of the village, meeting Myrtle along the way. She cooed at the snake in his arms.
On their way back to shore, Harry noticed something bad.
Fleur was tangled in large amount of kelp and from the looks of it, she was unconscious. The bubble surrounding her face was small and barely covered her nose and mouth.
Covering her body, were these odd little red circles. His guess, was that she had been attacked by Grindylows. And there she was, not too far from the shore. Much too far from the village of Mermaids. She'd never get to the little blonde girl.
With a sigh, Harry lifted his wand and began casting as many Diffindos as he could. Once she was free, he cut a long piece of kelp and transfigured it into a rope. Tying it around the blonde's waist, he placed the rope between his teeth and began tugging her back to shore.
"Isn't she one of the contestants?" Myrtle asked.
He nodded unable to speak due to the nasty tasting rope in his mouth.
"Why would you help her then?"
Harry sent her a look and she giggled.
"Such a big hero complex you have, Harry. Good luck with everything, Harry! I'm going back to my toilet now."
Myrtle's transparent form got further away until he couldn't see her anymore.
Harry pushed on forward and managed to breach the surface, just as the bubble surrounding Fleur's mouth disappeared.
There was a boom of cheers, but he was more concerned on getting Isabella and Fleur to the stands, than the fact that he was first.
The burning in his throat happened and he could see the webbing around his finger, disappear. The hour was up. In that instant, the clock chimed loudly, proving that time was indeed up.
Once he was back to normal again, Harry proceeded to try to tug Fleur while holding onto Isabella at the same time. Very hard to swim when your arms were occupied.
Something latched onto him and he was yanked forward suddenly, though gratefully because he didn't want to try to swim that amount of space between him and the stand.
Harry placed Isabella, who wasn't responding in the least, even though the stasis was gone, on the wood before him. He then waited for someone to get Fleur from him, before pulling himself up the small ladder.
'Moody' was the one to hand him a large fluffy and warm towel. And he gave a nod of thanks to the Polyjuiced man, before picking Isabella up and trying to coax a response from her.
"Mr. Potter, can you tell us what happened to Ms. Delacour?" Mr. Bagman asked as he drew near. Madame Maxime was standing beside him, looking down at her champion in worry. Several Beauxbatons girls were surrounding Fleur and patting her back as she choked on water.
"I was on my way back here and I literally passed her. She was tangled up in a kelp forest and she has all those red marks. My guess is Grindylows got to her and tied her up. There were actual knots and things like that don't just randomly happen, even in magical lakes."
Maxime was looking at him in shock. "You saved 'er, even zough she is competition? Even zough it isn't expected of you? Even zough you weren't obligated to?"
He nodded, "She was going to die. Her bubble thing was getting smaller as time went by. I can't just sit back and let something like that happen, even to competition. Besides, I took her to the ball. You don't spend a night talking and dancing with someone and then swim past when you see them in danger. It's not right."
"Merci beaucoup."
"You're welcome," he shrugged, before turning back to Isabella, who still wasn't waking up.
His magic lashed out a bit, gaining Mr. Bagman's attention.
"Are you alright, Mr. Potter?"
Through gritted teeth, Harry managed to ask, "Who's abysmally foolish suggestion was it to put a reptile not meant for cold climates, into a freezing cold lake without even a simple heating charm? Are the adults running this tournament that inept, or is this only an occurrence when I'm involved?"
Everyone was stunned into silence.
"I'll have you know that Isabella is a very rare breed of snake. So rare, their numbers are in the single digits. She cost more than the prize money that will be gifted to the winner of this tournament. Several thousand Galleons, that someone will be paying me back, if she is dead."
"Now Harry," Dumblefuck started. "The Goblet of Fire is what chose the names of the hostages. We had no control over that."
"Yes, but you did have her life in your hands. What, the almighty Albus Dumbledore doesn't know basic reptilian information. Any reptile not born within a cold climate, does not have the ability to adapt to an abrupt change such as this. The Goblet of Fire magically bound my life, not Isabella's. If she dies, this is on you, since you're the host for this ridiculous tournament. And trusssst me, you will pay me back everything you owe me, if sssshe diessss," he said, seriously close to hissing by the time he finished.
He returned his attention to the snake, who even though was now all warm, was still unresponsive. He fretted over her for several moments, ignoring everybody around him. He even cast an Rennervate on her just to be sure, but it didn't work.
She was not a pet. She was a friend. A really sarcastic and witty friend.
He didn't want her to die. Especially because Dumbles seemed to lose all amount of intelligence and killed her from stupidity.
Her eyes were closed. Her body, though warmed by the heating charm, was still. She didn't respond to magic, to Parseltongue or to English.
He sniffed. While Hedwig was a familiar at first, she became a good friend. Isabella was a great friend, who became a familiar. It was possible for a wizard to have more than one, but the pain in the loss of a familiar, was rough.
He sniffed again as he heard the clock chime again. He didn't care how many minutes passed, because Isabella was not waking. And she wouldn't any time soon. He's need a proper burial. Or maybe cremation was a better way to go.
Cradling the green snake in his arms, he found himself wishing he could hear her snarky remarks again. Or how she teased Ron about his hair. To see her silver eyes sparkle when he fed her black mice, because the white ones weren't juicy enough. And then listen to how she denied that she was racist because of it.
He sniffed once more and a few tears escaped. He huddled closer together, not wanting anyone to see his momentary weakness as he lamented over the death of his friend.
The tears, traveled down his face and dropped onto Isabella's body, leaving little wet trails over her scales.
Harry's breath caught when Isabella suddenly glowed a bright golden color, before she moved! Silver eyes made contact with his own Avada green and he gasped.
"What happened?" she hissed, speech a bit slurred.
"Th-they put you in the lake. You weren't waking up! And then I cried on you and you glowed and...my tearssss healed you!" he answered in wonder.
His tears could heal. Like a Phoenix! He should have known that the changes had not finished yet! But it was odd that while his eyes could kill someone with just a look, his tears could heal just fine.
"Sssstupid humanssss. Will I get pampered for thissss?" Isabella asked, silver eyes hopeful.
Harry choked a laugh. "Totally. Anything you want."
"My demandssss are assss followssss. Time with the red one'ssss hair. Ten black micssse, pleassssantly plump assss alwayssss. A vissssit to the Chamber of Ssssecretssss. A Chocolate Frog. And a nicssse warm bath given by you."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Apparently, she was doing well if she could make demands. Well indeed.
Harry ran his hand over her scales and looked up, wondering what was going on in the world for the last few minutes. The clock clearly stated that the hour was up.
Dumbledork was kneeling by the little pier and was talking to a Mermaid. Behind the Mermaid, where several others and two, were holding Hermione and the little blonde girl.
They were passed off to the professors and Dumbles concluded whatever he was doing. Harry was shocked to realize that the man had been speaking Mermish. People could learn that? Oh, wait, Salazantrix could speak it and she was a person once upon a time. Never mind.
Dumbles stood and used the amplifying spell to make himself be heard.
"The winner of this task, is Mr. Potter!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and claps of the students and spectators.
"With clever use of Gillyweed, Mr. Potter managed to locate his object and rescue his familiar, Isabella, from her cage. He was also the only champion to make it to the hostages. He even came back well within the time frame given. We have decided to award him, all fifty points!"
Another round of cheering swept though the area.
Dumbles continued on. "In addition, Mr. Potter rescued Ms. Delacour from near death, when he was not required to do so. Therefore, we have concluded that he should be given a five-minute head start, in the final task!"
Harry frowned. That meant that the last task had to be something done by all the champions at once. But what could it be?
A stirring in the water, showed something appearing. Several people screamed as the head of a shark made itself known. Until it shrank down and become Viktor's head, that is.
He swam to the small pier and hoisted himself onto the wood. "I could not find anything down there," he stated, looking down.
He spotted Harry and made his way over. "Did you find your hostage?" he asked, sitting beside the younger teen.
Harry held up Isabella. "Yes. She nearly died because of the cold too."
Viktor sighed. "I could not find anything that seemed out-of-place. I didn't know vat to look for!"
"I found a muggle weapon," Harry stated, grabbing the Swiss Army Knife from beside him and holding it up for the Bulgarian to see.
"Oh. Vat is it?"
Setting Isabella carefully in his lap, Harry opened up the many sections of the object to show Viktor. "They're used for survival. It's called a Swiss Army Knife. Built in blades of different sizes, cork openers, mini shears, tweezers, screwdrivers and all sorts of things. There are many different kinds too. Though it was odd to see a muggle object in the lake, I could see the magic in it. That was the only reason I knew I could use it. I mean, we have muggleborn and halfblood students who could have lost it. The magic gave it away in the end."
Dumbles started speaking again. "Seeing as Mr. Krum ad Ms. Delacour never attained a magical object nor made it to the Mermaid village or to their hostages, we cannot award them any points for this task!"
Viktor's head bowed and he sighed.
Harry didn't like seeing him upset. He was sure Dumblefuck cheated in a round about way so that Harry could win. He didn't want Viktor to feel bad about it.
The second task was called to an end and Harry stood slowly, shaking off his stiff muscles. He approached Mr. Bagman and Percy, who was standing in for Mr. Crouch again.
"Sir, I have reason to believe that my headmaster cheated," he stated in a low tone.
The two wizards gaped for a moment, before he was pulled off to the side for a talk.
"Why would you think this, Mr. Potter?" Percy asked, trying to remain professional.
"Well, I'm the only person in the tournament who grew up in the muggle world. I think Dumbledore used muggle objects. This is a Swiss Army Knife. Anyone raised only in the magical world would never know what it was and therefore wouldn't think it odd to see one at the bottom of a lake."
Percy was frowning and looked at Bagman, "Sir, would that be constituted as cheating?"
"I'd have to check the rulebook. Something like that hasn't happened before, at least, I'm sure it hasn't. But a very admirable thing for you to do, Mr. Potter! Honesty is a good trait. Very respectable."
Harry scoffed inwardly. This coming from the man who had offered to help him cheat not even three weeks prior?
Percy looked at Harry, "We'll get this sorted out, Mr. Potter. Any reason you would care about Headmaster Dumbledore trying to cheat for you?"
"Viktor is my friend. Has been since the World Cup. He wanted to try his best in this tournament and I want him to win. I wanted nothing to do with this. I made it known that I didn't want this. And yet the man who currently is on my 'least favorite person' list right along side Voldemort himself, is trying to cheat for me? It's wrong. And I won't stand for it. Especially since Viktor was so sad about not making it."
Percy gave him an approving smile and Bagman sighed. "Very noble of you, Mr. Potter."
Harry nodded and turned around, joining a disheartened Viktor and a finally awake Hermione.
Harry sat down at breakfast the next morning and the first thing he noticed, was that Hermione was in a horrible mood. The next thing, was that Viktor was watching his every move. Like he was a nice Golden Snitch ready to be caught by the famous Seeker.
Hermione threw the Daily Prophet she was holding, onto the table and huffed. "What a horrid woman!"
"Who?" he asked, looking down to the Prophet. There were two pictures, front page. One of him and Hermione and one of Hermione and Viktor.
"Rita Skeeter is claiming that Hermione is playing with yours and Viktor's hearts. That she's a home wrecker or some such nonsense and that she's using you both as a means to make herself known because of her lack of substantial blood status," Ron answered with a mouth full of food.
For a moment, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him.
"What?" he asked.
"One of the more intelligent things you have ever said, Ron," Harry stated.
"I have my smart moments!" the redhead countered.
Hermione re-captured Harry's attention in that moment. "Anyway, I've been getting hate mail left and right over this and it's become so bad, people are sending me curses and hexes and such!"
Harry glared at the paper. He really didn't like the green clad woman. She was an annoying twat.
He looked over to see Viktor's reaction and did a double take when he saw a bug sitting on his shoulder. More than that was that the bug had a magical signature. A bright fluorescent green, just like Rita's was.
His eyes widened and he reached out, snatching the bug off Viktor's shoulder and standing up. "I'll be right back!"
Harry dared from the Great Hall and made his way up to his dorm.
"Issssabella!" he called out.
The green snake hissed from her place on his pillows, "What?"
"I need your help!"
The snake slithered to the center of the bed and lifted up. "What issss it?"
"I'm holding a persssson who transsssfigured themsssselvessss into a bug. If she doesn't comply to my demandssss, will you eat her for me? I'll make it up to you."
If a snake could look disgusted, Isabella pulled off the look quite well. "Fine. But you will owe me ten more black micssse."
Harry nodded and added some of his magic to his palm, stunning the bug.
He then placed it on the floor and said, "Revelus!"
He wasn't surprised to see Rita Skeeter laying on the floor of the dorm, unable to move.
"So, you decided that if you can't ruin my life, you ruin my friend's life? Oh no, Ms. Skeeter, it's simply not done. I care a lot about Hermione. She'd been my friend since first year. However, we do not like one likes Ron Weasley and her feelings are reciprocated, though neither know it. I don't like anyone. And as far as I know, Viktor doesn't like anyone either.
I know that you have no business within the school, when the tasks are not held. Dumbles has banned you from the grounds. The fact that you need to sneak in under Animagus transformation, means that you must be unregistered. The sentence to Azkaban for that, is five years. Enough time for the Prophet to get a replacement for you and with my reputation and the connections my godfather has, we can make it so you'll never be hired again.
So, you have the choice of doing as I say for the rest of your life without question, I tell the wizarding world your secret, or I can just have my snake, Isabella, deal with you."
He placed some anti-Animagus wards on the room and Rennervated her. She scrambled to her feet and backed away when she saw his wand trained on her position.
Isabella decided to make herself known and hissed loudly, drawing herself up on her belly.
"Now, Rita. Do we have an accord?"
Lord Voldemort, greatest Dark Lord in the history of the wizarding world, reclined against his chair, looking down at his most faithful.
"What has the boy been up to lately, Barty?"
Boy? When he stop thinking of him as a brat?
"My lord, Potter won the second task, being the only champion to actually find a spelled object, reach the Mer-village and get his hostage. He also saved the Delacour girl on his way back.
Strangely enough, the person he'd surely miss, was a snake. His pet, Isabella. Potter lashed out at Dumbledore for putting a snake that was 'unused to cold climates', underwater without a heating charm. He insulted the old man's intelligence and stated that if she died, he'd pay the boy back. Apparently, she's a rare breed. So rare, the amount of them in existence is only a single digit number. She was expensive. Worth thousands of more Galleons than the prize money for the tournament."
Voldemort tried to think over the rarest breeds of snake out there. The one that came to mind, was a Basilisk. But even so, their numbers weren't in single digits. So what could it be? And so expensive too!
And he found it interesting that the boy felt a snake to be most important to him.
He felt that way about Nagini. She was the only person who understood him. She was the only friend he ever had. She was his friend, not his pet. He wouldn't dare refer to someone so important to him, as a pet. The Death Eaters where pets. Nagini, was his only friend.
"Potter is currently in the lead for the tournament and because he was so 'noble' in saving the girl when he nearly died, he's been given a five-minute lead in the final task."
Perfect! The boy's heroism was putting his plans into place. That was good.
"Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion, is infatuated with the boy, but Potter doesn't seem to see it. Everyone else does. He hangs on the boy's every word. Sits next to him all the time. Watches when he thinks that brat doesn't know. Sent him a necklace for Yule, of Potter's name. Was exceedingly angry that he wasn't able to be Potter's date for the Yule Ball. Speaking of the ball, My lord.
I've never seen Potter look so sophisticated. His clothing was perfection, his manners were exemplary and he danced amazingly. He and Ms. Delacour, who surprisingly asked him to the ball, were Slytherin personified. She was dressed in silver and he was garbed in green and black. I know for a fact that Dumbledore did not like their choice of style and color."
"And the boy showed no aversion to wearing such colors?" Voldemort queried.
"Not at all, my lord. He's displayed some very shocking amounts of logic and self-preservation. The Malfoy brat has tried starting fights, but keeps losing and ending up in the Hospital Wing. He tried to curse Potter, but hit his mudblood friend Granger, the know-it-all, and Potter retaliated with the same curse. Some time later, pictures of Malfoy with foot long front teeth, were circulating throughout the school. Potter and Granger were behind it.
He's the best in DADA. Leagues beyond the other students. Better than the seventh years even. He managed to talk McGonagall into letting him drop Divination,since he labeled it as 'useless', and he was allowed to take a placement exam for Ancient Runes, which he claimed to been studying over the summer. The boy tested into sixth year Ancient Runes. He had to take the O.W.L. exam for it and passed with a 'O'. They were going to give him the N.E.W.T. exam, but he claimed that when he passed, he would have a free block which would have to be filled again until sixth year and there was nothing else in the curriculum that he wanted to subject himself to."
Coming into a new class and skipping several years worth of work, was rare. The mark of a prodigy, truly. Tom hadn't exactly done that. Once he reached third year, he had every class and tested out of them almost immediately, leaving core classes left. The Time-Turner had really helped. Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures and Divination were all perfected within a year and he managed to pass them all with 'O's. So while he was one type of prodigy, Potter was another, it seemed.
A shame, to have to kill such a skillful young mind.
"Continue to watch over him, Barty. I want to know all interesting facts. The boy is more amusing than I originally perceived."
"Of course, my lord."
Voldemort watched as Barty left the room.
Nagini slithered in as Barty left and curled herself around his chair.
"You like that the hatchling is sssso like you," she hissed.
"I can't sssseem to help mysssself, Nagini. But I musssst kill him. I cannot let a threat to my exisssstence and planssss for the wizarding world, remain alive."
"Unless you vowed not to kill each other," Nagini suggested.
Voldemort's head snapped up and he looked upon Nagini with an interested gaze. "You may have a point there, my long time friend."
A/N: Another one done!
NOTE* -Harry is a Dark Wizard, but not evil. He is however, not against acting like a Slytherin to get what he wants. And yet he still has his 'have-to-save-everybody self. Just in case some of you thought he was too mean to Rita.
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