Kiss

by AspergianStoryteller

When a dementor tried to kiss Harry Potter, it got more than it bargained for. And Harry was not unaffected. Indefinite hiatus, likely discontinued.

36. Feathered Flight, Forest Fright

Title: Kiss.

Author: AspergianStoryteller.

Genre: Supernatural/General.

Summary: When a dementor tried to Kiss Harry Potter, it got more than it bargained for. And Harry did not walk away unaffected. Don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: fire can do terrible things to a human body.

Chapter 35: Feathered Flight, Forest Fright.

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'Isn't there a way to block out post with horrible stuff in it?' Harry wondered aloud on the way to Care of Magical Creatures. 'Someone could send something more dangerous than undiluted pus.'

'There are spells to block stuff,' Ron said. 'You can be really specific or just ward off a whole group of things. There's one for howlers.' He grimaced. 'But they wouldn't block those out.'

'Can they be vanished then?'

Ron shrugged.

'People have tried. It'd have to be something powerful to get rid of a howler.'

'Hmm. Hey, the killing curse is only illegal if you use it on another person, right? I'm joking!'

Hermione showed up with her hands wrapped up like mummies towards the end of the lesson, on time only to watch the mole-like nifflers digging out the last of the leprechaun gold burried in Hagrid's garden. She was very upset about the hate mail. Hagrid was very sympathetic.

'Don' worry about it,' he said gently. 'I know how yeh feel. I go' some letters like tha' when Rita Skeeter wrote abou' me mum. "You shoul' go jump in a lake."'

'No!'

'Yeah. Yeh jus' gotta ignore it, 'Mione,' Hagrid reassured her. 'Chuck any of those letters yeh ge' in the fire.

Over the next week more hate mail arrived for Hermione. Harry advised her to ignore it, all the bullshit Rita Skeeter wrote about them got bored of soon enough. Although he joined her and Ron in attempting to curse the numerous howlers coming in. They all grew sick having their breakfast disturbed by shrieked abuse and explaining over and over that there was no Harry-Hermione-Viktor love triangle.

'Would you just look at Snape,' Ron muttered, fingers in his ears. 'Eating like he can't hear this damn noise.' Indeed the Potions master was blissfully cutting pancakes, looking very much untroubled by the howler in contrast to the exasperated other teachers.

'I bet he's got earplugs in.'

Hermione went through what seemed like the entire library searching for answers to Rita Skeeter's ability to get into Hogwarts undetected and eavesdrop. She stayed behind after one Defence lesson to ask Moody if he'd seen her under an invisibility cloak.

'Moody says he didn't see her lurking around our huddle after the second task, or anyway near the lake,' she informed the boys, lifting Harry's hand away from his twitchy ears. After a rigorous lesson in delfecting hexes his ears twitched and writhed, while Ron could barely walk on his jelly legs and Hermione's hair was still twisting and curling around her neck.

'Maybe she had you bugged?' Harry suggested.

'Bugged?' asked Ron. Harry explained to Ron about hidden microphones, which fasinated him, but Hermione disagreed.

'if only you two would read Hogwarts: A History, you would remember that electronic things like that don't work here.'

'Why bother to when we only need to ask you?'

She shook her head and pulled her hair back again.

'No, she's using magic to eavesdrop. Oo, if it's illegal...'

She didn't ask Ron and Harry to help with her revenge quest, which they were very grateful for with all the homework they were getting. It was a marvel she could handle it all. They weren't studying Dark magic nearly as much either. Harry kept sending food packages to Sirius, remembering very well what it felt like to be hungry all the time, waiting for Percy to reply to an earlier enquiry about Mr Crouch and keeping a hold on his slightly loose soul.

At the end of the Easter Holidays, Hedwig returned with Percy's letter and Easter eggs from Mrs Weasley.

'Your mum doesn't read Witch Weekly, does she?' Hermione asked, looking sadly at her chicken egg-sized chocolate egg.

'It's where she gets the recipe from,' Ron mumbled through a mouthful of toffee. His and Harry's eggs were the size of dragon eggs.

'Let's look what Percy's written,' Harry said quickly. Percy had been so occupied with work over at the Ministry and coursework at Hogwarts they hardly saw him and had had to write him a letter.

Mr Crouch has been very busy this year and is taking a well-deserved break. He is sending regular owls with instructions. I have quite a lot of work to do without dealing with these ridiculous rumours. Please don't bother me right now unless it's important. Happy Easter.

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'Morning, Hedwig,' Harry said quietly, leaning against the wall in the owlery one morning. Hedwig perched on his shoulder and preaned his hair.

'What's up?' he asked her. 'Caught any good mice?' She made cooing noises at him, recognising the word mice.

'Great. I prefer toast myself. Did you have fun with Buckbeak and Sirius?' Harry was sure that Hedwig got the gist of their conversations at least. 'Hey, Hedwig, d'you want to try something?' He sat down, cross-legged against the wall on the cleanest spot he could find.

'I'd like to fly with you,' he murmured, stroking her feathers. 'Let's fly together, Hedwig.' Harry's fingers stroked and his perception shrank down. He breathed in... raising off the ground on his broomstick... breathed out... soft white feathers touching his skin. Breathed in... Rising, moving through the air, over grass... breathed out... Hedwig. He could do this. Breathed in... Flying. Breathed out... he was light and fast and strong. His/her talons clutched Harry's shoulder. He/she was enjoying having their feathers stroked. Oh, now, how strange. They were out of balance. They should fly.

Hedwig/Harry pushed off the warm shoulder and flapped their wings to fly out of the stone room, into the open air. It was cool and light and their feathers were warm. Wind ruffled them, lifted them. The huge castle sprawled below and they soared like they weighed nothing. They were powerful and fast.

Oo, a mouse. There, in the grass. Easy to see. There was its thin tail, little claws and short fur. Hedwig/Harry had already eaten. But that mouse did look juicy...

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'Hello? Harry?' Ron whispered.

'Hm?'

'Are you asleep?'

'No. But I want to be.' His squashy armchair and the very warm, smelly air in the Divination room up in the North Tower were making Harry drowsy. His mind kept drifting back to flying with Hedwig. It was one of the most incredible feelings in the world. Flying was even more natural to her than it was to him. The wind in their-her wings was different from riding a broom, but it was brillient. She felt the wind with her whole body. Her eyes saw everything in sharp, clear detail, though it was less colourful than he was used to. Hedwig's ears heard so much more too. And her mind was different. Uncluttered by human things like essays and tournaments and gossip and what people were up to. She thought about small rodents and water and sleep and warm and cold and flying and her human she liked. She thought with pictures and sensations. The only words in her brain were ones she remembered from repetition and had learned to associate with memories. "Harry" was the young human male she carried tree-skin for and lived with when the days were hot and long. "Mice" meant small, juicy, crunchy little creatures who hid and ran away from her, smelling of fear, their hearts beating wildly before she snapped their necks and swalloed down warm, bloody-

Ah, yes. That part of being Hedwig was disturbing.

'One day, Ron,' Harry murmured, 'If I learn how to do it, I'll show you what flying like an owl is like.'

'Promise me there won't be any mice and I'm in,' Ron grinned.

'Mr Potter, Mr Weasley,' Professor Trelawney dirfted over to their chairs. 'You haven't touched your fortune cookies.'

Ron and Harry sat up straight and broke open the lumpy fortune cookies they had baked in their previous Divination lesson.

'I think I'm going to be shot,' Harry interpreted. 'Brilliant.' Ron turned his around and squinted.

'Poison?' he guessed. 'Oh, turned this way it looks like a musical note, sort of.'

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At half-past eight on night in May, Harry parted from Ron and Hermione and went out to be informed about the third task. To his surprise, Percy emerged from his room to walk with him.

'Are you filling in for Mr Crouch again?' Harry asked him on their way downstairs.

Percy nodded importantly. His eyes were ringed by faint shadows.

'Mr Crouch has kept me very busy, but I can't complain. I'm never bored.'

'Okay.' They climbed down another staircase. 'How are your classes going?'

Percy beamed.

'They're very interesting. Political Science is well worth the workload; there's so many things to learn! Gobbledegook is rather difficult, but I'm determined to get my tongue around it. Bill learnt it too, during his training as a cursebreaker.'

'Yeah, I heard it was really tricky,' Harry said, turning a corner into the first floor corridoor. 'Ludo Bagman told us about it at the Quidditch World Cup.'

'Mr Bagman could do with a lesson,' Percy snorted. 'Even though it isn't his department. I believe everyone should should learn at least one other language. You know,' he said, pushing open the door to the Entrance Hall, 'I'm sure you could find useful work for your Parsletongue gift.'

'You reckon?'

'Oh yes. You might it helpful in breeding snakes for pets or medical study, zoos, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, or even in International Magical Co-operation.'

'Evening, Percy, Harry,' Cedric greeted them by the exit.

'Good evening.'

'Hi, Cedric- why have you got a baby with you?'

'Health project.' Cedric held up a pink baby wrapped in a yellow blanket. 'Meet my kid for a week: Jackie. Cho suggested it.'

'That's not a real baby, is it?' Harry pushed open the front doors.

'No,' Cedric laughed nervously. 'Thank Merlin. They're only dolls. Charmed to act real. We have to keep them alive and healthy for a week.'

'It isn't that difficult,' Percy said. 'It was keeping the twins from bewitching my Edward that was the hard part.'

'You've had four younger siblings to practise on,' Cedric countered. 'I got a horrible fright the first time it went toilet...'

Entering the quidditch stadium was a surprise: the whole field was covered with low hedges.

'What do you think?' asked Ludo bagman. 'Give them a month and Hagrid'll have them twenty or more feet high! - Don't worry - you'll have your quidditch pitch back to normal when it's over. Now, can anyone guess what it's for?'

'... Maze,' Viktor guessed.

'Right!' Bagman was almost bouncing in excitment. 'The third task is very simple: the Twiwizard Cup will be placed in the center on the maze and the first to find it gets full marks!'

'Zat eez it?' Fleur asked disbelievingly.

'Oh no,' Bagman grinned. 'There'll be plenty of enchantments and traps to keep you on your toes. And Hagrid is providing some interesting creatures... Now, as Mr Potter and Mr Diggory are tied in first place, they'll be entering first. Then Mr Krum and finally, Miss Delacour. But you'll all have a fighting chance in there. Should be fun, right?'

Harry nodded with the others for the sake of politeness, while his heart was sinking. If Hagrid was providing the monsters it wasn't going to be much fun.

'So, any more questions?' Percy started up a discussion with him, and the champions were starting to pick their way back through the growing hedges when Cedric's toy baby woke up and started crying.

'Oh no,' he sighed. Cedric rocked the doll and shushed it, but it kept crying. He held it against his body and patted its back to encourage a burp.

'Maybe it's hungry?' Harry offered. He took a bottle from Cedric's book/baby bag under his cloak and the older boy stuck the teet into Jackie's mouth. The doll sucked happily and mercifully stopped sniffling.

'Fine, fine. Give my best to old Barty!' Bagman waved Percy off and walked back towards the school.

'Wahhh!'

'Now what?' Harry wondered.

Cedric burped Jackie again but the baby kept crying.

'Damn,' he muttered. 'It needs a change.' Harry backed off, alarmed.

'Don't worry, Harry,' Cedric snorted. 'It's only a baby.' He took out a mat from his bag, laid it on the ground and laid Jackie on top. Harry watched, curiously, as the older boy vanished Jackie's dirty nappy, spelled the baby clean and wrapped a new nappy on in less than twenty seconds.

'Well done,' Percy remarked. 'Most efficient change I've seen since I had Edward for a week.'

Thud!

'Whoa!'

'What was that?' Something round hit the grass near the impromptue baby-change station. The boys all jumped up.

'It's a football,' Harry noticed. 'Who'd be playing outside at this time?'

'Sorry!' a teenager jogged out from the shadows cast by the stands. He was wearing the mufti robes the Durmstrang kids wore out of class.

'Sorry,' he said again. 'I do not know my strength.' It was the boy Karkaroff had scolded for messiness at the feast once, Poliakoff (?), which was odd; he spoke to them now with a perfect British accent.

'It's fine,' Cedric said, picking Jackie up, wrapped in its blanket once more.

'Oh, good,' the Durmstrang guy said, relieved. He picked up his ball. There was a moment of silience under the moonlight, bright and full in the clear sky.

'Um, would you like some tea?' the Durmstrang boy asked. 'I just made some, it is very good.'

'That sounds lovely,' Percy decided. 'I could do with a cup. Come on, Cedric, Harry.' He followed the Durmstrang boy in a walk towards the stands.

'Is it okay?' Harry wondered.

Cedric shrugged.

'It isn't curfew just yet.'

'I'm supposed to be in my common room at nine.' They passed through a corridoor under the stands.

'You've got fifteen minutes.' Jackie had gone to sleep.

'... D'you think it's weird he's got a Brittish accent when he's one of the Durmstrang students?' Harry wondered as they walked on the edge of the forest.

'I guess. Can't imagine why he'd sound Brittish.'

Percy and Durmstrang Guy's voices drifted backwards to them.

'Atrocious, isn't it? Imagine if a child got hurt? The problem would just be right in their faces!'

'I agree. I would like to make tea in a cauldron and it will be very bad if the bottom spills!'

'Wow. Sounds like Percy's made a fr- did you hear that?'

Something moved in the forest. Having some experience with the sorts of things lurking in the Forbidden Forest, Harry instinctively grabbed Cedric's arm and pull him back from the trees while drawing his wand out.

'Percy, Poli- other guy!' he called. 'Watch yourselves!'

'What is it?' Cedric asked, taking out his own wand.

'There's something nearby,' Harry murmured. Percy and the Durmstrang guy had their's out too. The four of them stood stiffly for a long, tense moment.

Rustle! Crunch!

A man suddenly stumbled out from the tall trees. For a second, Harry didn't reccognise him. Then-

'Mr Crouch?' Percy gasped. 'Sir!' he dashed over to his boss, lowering his wand. 'Sir! Are you alright? What happened?' Mr Crouch was a mess; he'd obviously been travelling rough for days. His robe was ripped at the knees, dirt-smuged and bloody. Scratches and stubble covered his face, his skin was grey, eyes ringed with purple bags, hair tangled.

'And Weatherby,' Mr Crouch was muttering, 'when you're done with that, I'd like you to confirm the time for my meeting with Mr Diggory. The situation of Miss

Śānadāra attending Hogwarts is really my department but Amos Diggory will want to be informed anyway...'

'Mr Crouch, sir, that was taken care of months ago,' Percy said, confused. 'What-'

'Ah- my ball!' The Durmstrang guy ran back away from the Forest after his football.

'Wait-' Harry called after him. 'Summon it! Don't-'

'And - and Dumbledore!' Mr Crouch shouted. 'I - must - see - Dumbledore! I - terrible mistake!' he felt to his knees. Dispairing, Percy crouched down before him.

'Mr Crouch, sir, what happened to you? What's going on?'

'Thank you, Weatherby, good lad. Please make tea now, my wife and son will be arriving shortly. We are going to a concert tonight, must have our muggle clothes on before we go...'

'I think we should get Dumbledore,' Cedric muttered quietly. 'Think we can get Mr Crouch into the castle?'

'We can try,' Harry whispered back. 'Um, Mr Crouch?'

'Quickly!' the man exploded. 'I must warn Dumbledore! I escaped - all my fault - Bertha - dead - mistake... the World Cup - all my fault! - tell Dumbledore - the Dark Lord stronger... Harry Potter - danger - my fault... please...' he raved.

Percy wrung his hands in distress.

'We're taking you to Dumbledore,' Harry said. 'Just come with- oof!' Mr Crouch had seized him powerfully around the knees. Cedric quickly came and took Mr Crouch's shoulders.

'Let go of Harry, Mr Crouch,' he said evenly. 'Just release him and I promise we'll take you inside to see Dumbledore.'

'Yes, sir,' Percy added. 'Everything will be alright.'

'Harry! Where are yeh?' a familiar voice boomed.

'Hagrid!' Harry shouted, relief flooding him. 'Over here! By the Forest!'

'Wait there, I'm commin'!' Hagrid's large figure, followed by the Durmstrang guy approached from the grounds.

'Are yeh alrigh'?' he asked immediately.

'Yeah, Hagrid, I'm fine. But we've just found Mr Crouch and he needs help. He- he's not himself.'

Hagrid took in the odd scene: a worried and confused Percy kneeling with a mad Ministry wizard, Cedric Diggory holding a baby and all with their wands out.

'He wants to see Dumbledore,' Harry said quickly. 'We need to get him up to the castle.'

'Alrigh',' Hagrid moved forward and hefted Mr Crouch up, freeing Harry. 'You can all come back with me.'

'What about me?' The Durmstrang student asked.

'You may as well come with us,' Cedric told him.

'Come on then,' Hagrid kept his arm around Mr Crouch's shoulder as they began to back to the castle. Percy walked on his boss's other side.

'What were yeh doin' by the Fores', Harry?' Hagrid asked. 'You know you're no' suppos' teh be there withou' a teacher.'

'We were being told about the third task,' Harry explained. 'Then Cedric's baby was crying - it's only a doll - and he had to change its nappy, then this guy,' he pointed to the student happily kicking his football ahead of them, 'kicked his football towards us and was getting it. Then he invited us to have a tea with him and Percy said yes. We were walking together when Mr Crouch came out the Forest. He keeps saying he needs to see Dumbledore, to warn him about -'

WHOOSH!

A streak of orange came out nowhere and struck Hagrid's house fifty meters away. The windows shattered from the force and a second later, flames burst out.

Hagrid gasped and took off towards his house.

'Get back to Hogwarts!' he bellowed over his shoulder. 'Go! NOW!'

Harry wasted no time grabbing Mr Crouch's arm and dragging him along, wand held up in his other hand. Percy took Crouch's other arm.

'Cedric, guard us!' Harry said. 'Durmstrang Guy! Let's go!' They were all sprinting-stumbling near Hagrid's flaming house when curses came their way.

'Protego!' Cedric shielded them. 'Petrificus totalis! Prote-' Red flash! He collapsed.

'Enervate!' Durmstrang guy revived him.

Bang! Hagrid burst from his door, it banged woodenly, an unconscious Fang was slung over his shoulder.

Flash!

'Protego!'

'Protego!' They were backed up near the fire. Smoke made Cedric cough - a jinx caught him and his legs flew into a wild jig.

'Finite!' Harry countered. 'Percy! Can you put out the fire?'

'Aguamenti!' Percy's wand streamed water.

'Aguamenti!' So did Hagrid's pink umbrella.

Durmstrang Guy collapsed.

'Ener- argh!' Cedric yelled. He fell to the ground and writhed and screamed.

'Protego!' Harry's shield charm failed to help. 'Finite! Come on! Impedimenta!' He couldn't see where the attack was comming from, damn it! Cedric's whole body spasmed. Just like that spider. Desparate to stop the screaming, Harry threw himself down on top of Cedric.

'Argh!' His skin was on fire! Oh, his blood was boiling! Knives stabbing all over! The curse cut off.

'Harry!' Hagrid roared and yanked them up. 'Wha' were yeh thinkin'? Never min', stay behin' me!' He thrust the boys behind him, with Fang. The side of the half-blackened hut was behind them. Mr Crouch was pressed against it, moaning in distress.

'Are you okay?' Harry asked.

'Why did you do that?' Cedric rasped. He struggled to sit up. 'You could have been-'

'I couldn't do anything else!'

'Protego!'

BANG! The roof exploded, wood rained.

'Well thanks!'

It looked like curses didn't have as much effect on Hagrid. He easily shook off a stunner.

'Levicorpus!' cried Durmstrang Guy.

Purple flash!

'Protego!' Percy yelled.

HHSSSSS! Three black snakes, each a meter long flew at them!

'Stop!' Harry screamed at them. 'Back off!' They pushed off as soon as they landed and slithered away.

Red! Purple!

Durmstrang Guy hit the wall and Percy yelled in pain.

Green!

Everything stopped.

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'NO!'

'Mr Crouch!'

Flash!

Mr Crouch's body erupted into flames! They all jerked back from the intense, hungry heat. A shocked Hagrid put him out, but the magic-fueled fire had done its damage. Mr Crouch didn't look like Mr Crouch anymore. Harry stared, horrified, for a moment. Then the smell hit him.

He thought he heard Cedric puking too.

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Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Moody turned up running a minute later. Karkaroff and Madam Maxime arrived just before them. Dumbledore ended the yelling and shrieking with a word. He listened to explanation of what happened, then he asked Harry, Cedric, Hagrid (with Fang), a distraut Percy (pale and loosing blood) to go to the Hospital Wing and wait for him.

Karkaroff was angry at first, accusing Dumbledore cheating,

'First sneaking Potter into the Tournament, even though he is too young to compete, now attacking von of my students? How dare-'

'Don' you dare accuse him of cheatin' you stinkin'-'

'Hagrid! Igor!' Dumbledore interrupted them. 'There is no need for further violence. If Igor is concerned for his student's safety, he may escort him to the Hospital Wing to be checked over.'

Karkaroff glared at Dumbledore.

'Poliakoff!' he snapped. 'Are you injured?' Poliakoff shook his head. He'd only been stunned.

'Then go back to the ship.'

'C'mon,' Hagrid muttered. 'Let's get back.' He slung Fang over his shoulder, scooped Percy up in arms and strode off. Harry and Cedric hurried after them.

'Wha' were yeh thinkin', wanderin' off at this time o' nigh'?' Hagrid growled.

'Going to have tea,' Harry said. 'We didn't expect to meet Mr Crouch, or be attacked.'

'Didn' Moody teach yeh anythin'?'

'We were just - ah, forget it,' Harry shook his head. 'After everything that's happened this year, after nearly four years here I shouldn't be surprised.'

As soon as they entered the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey had them all on beds (Hagrid in a chair with Fang on his lap) and was treating them.

'There you go, Mr Weasley,' she helped Percy drink down potions while she dabbed something on his arm. 'Oh dear...'

Harry and Cedric waited anxiously for Dumbledore to come.

'Mr Potter, Mr Diggory, what happened to you?'

'A brief encounter with the cruciatus curse,' Cedric said.

Madam Pomfrey gasped.

'Accio cruciatus kit!' A red wooden box floated out from a cupboard and settled on Harry's bed. 'I will sort you two out as soon as I've finished with Mr Wealsey. Don't get up.'

Ten minutes later Dumbledore, McGonagall and Professor Sprout arrived at the Hospital. They hovered over Percy a while, then Madam Pomfrey performed a scanning charm on Harry and Cedric and gave them both a potion to swallow. Then she ordered them to change into pajamas.

'I was only under for a moment,' Harry protested. 'I feel fine now!'

'Oh no, Mr Potter. You're staying here. I will let you go in the morning.'

'I would humour her if I were you,' Dumbledore advised. 'Keep Mr Weasley company.'

'I will inform Miss Granger and the younger Mr Weasley that you are here again,' McGonagall said. 'I will need owl Arthur and Molly, too. Goodnight.' She left the room, and after a word with Cedric, Sprout left as well.

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Later than night, Hagrid was snoring loudly in his chair, and Harry and Cedric lay awake, whispering to each other.

'... And something to do with Bertha Jorkins? I wonder if all those things are somehow connected.'

'It does sound like it,' Cedric agreed. 'If you discount the stuff about him having tea and going to a concert.'

'Yeah... did you hear that?' Harry sat up quickly and snatched his wand from his bedside table. Cedric did the same.

'Oi! It's just us!' someone hissed. Ron and Hermione materialised from under Harry's invisibility cloak.

'Oh. Hi.'

'And us!' Fred, George and Ginny popped up from behind a bed.

'Where did you come from?' Cedric asked, staring at Ron and Hermione.

'Invisibility cloak,' Harry explained. 'What did McGonagall tell you guys?'

'That you, Percy and Cedric were in hospital after something attacked you by the Forest,' Hermione whispered. 'She said you were alright now, but we were so worried we had to come.'

'Blimey,' Ron muttered, gazing at his sleeping brother. 'What the hell happened to Percy?'

Harry and Cedric told them the story.

'Bloody hell,' Ron said sadly.

'Poor Percy,' said Ginny. She held his hand. 'He must be really upset. We just snuck out here to see you and have a midnight snack.'

'He's under a dreamless sleep potion,' Cedric said. 'You can speak to him in the morning.'

'Let's eat anyway,' George said. 'We may as well.' He placed a tart on Percy's table and hopped on Harry's bed. Hot chocolate and dessert treats were laid out and chairs were pulled up.

'A toast,' declared Fred. He held up his mug. 'To the departed Mr Crouch, some people will miss him, and to Percy, for really impressing us. He was brave tonight.'

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Did you know: a male snake has 2 penis'? He uses one at a time for excretion and reproduction. I wonder if there are any snakes with interesting gender anomolies like us? You know, like a hermaphrodite adder or something. Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think!

Also, go England and New Zealand for the Rugby World Cup! (Even though it'd be cool if an unexpected team won.)