Hey everyone, welcome to the next chapter of...

Clark: "Found him!"

Wha- What are you doing here?

Alex: "I can't believe Skyguy was hiding under his desk... The one place we didn't look. How did that happen! We are smarter than that!"

Apparently not.

Claire: "Look Skyguy, go do the intro's again yourself. We are getting tired of it."

Voldemort: "Speak for yourself."

Alex: "Yeah, I actually had fun doing them... So why are you hiding there anyway."

Oh, it's because Lily Skywalker is forcing me to write chapters for my other stories... She scares me.

Alex: "She is one sexy scary woman. Anyways review. Ah, come on girani4! I enjoy the chaos you cause around the office. But happy you enjoyed the chapter."

Clark: "You know, because you guys did tis, it made my 100 chapter special seem less... special."

Claire: "Oh yeah, congrats on that. I hope we get to it as well."

Clark: "Yeah good luck with that. First try to be the most viewed story on Skyguy's stupid profile."

Alex: "Actually your story is getting it's ass kicked by Avatar: Duality."

Claire: "And Avatar Heroes."

Voldemort: "And Kill La Kill: Male Who Invites."

Clark: "Oh fuck my life!"

Oh god Clark is going to have a Kylo Ren freak out... Everybody run! Reader go hide by reading the story! He can't hurt you there!

The following morning, Harry barley gotten any sleep, looking as miserable as he was feeling. Alex and Ron's bed was empty.

He got dressed and walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it, and found himself standing face-to-face with Alex.

"Hey there.", he said, "Mom, Sirius and Lupin have just arrived in Dumbledore's office. Claire is there as well, they told me to get you."

"What is Lupin doing here?", Harry asked.

"No idea.", Alex said with a shrug, "I think he said he left a few things and he just came along with mom and Sirius."

Alex let him to Dumbledore's office, bidding his friend goodbye before leaving Harry to go into the office.

When he stepped in, Claire, Sirius, Margaret and Lupin were sitting at Dumbledore's desk. Upon seeing him, Dumbledore and Lupin took his leave, giving the family some privacy.

The grim expression softened as the stood up from their chairs and walked to their children. "Sirius, Margaret. How are you?", Harry said as the two reached him.

"Never mind us.", Margaret said seriously, "How are you?"

"I'm... not great.", Harry said, for a second he tried to say 'fine' - but he couldn't do it.

"You need to watch yourself for Karkaroff.", Margaret explained much to their surprise, "He was a Death Eater."

"He was caught, he was in Azkaban with me, but he got released. I'd bet everything that's why Dumbledore wanted an Auror at Hogwarts this year to keep an eye on him. Moody caught Karkaroff. Put him into Azkaban in the first place.", Sirius added.

"Karkaroff got released?", Claire said slowly, "Why did they release him?"

"He did a deal with the Ministry of Magic.", Margaret said bitterly, "He said he'd seen the error of his ways, and then he gave names, he put a load of other people into Azkaban in his place."

"He's not very popular in there, I can tell you.", Sirius said, "And since he got out, from what I can tell, he's been teaching the Dark Arts to every student who passes through that school of his. So watch out for the Durmstrang champions as well."

"But are you saying Karkaroff put my name in the goblet? Because if he did, he's a really good actor.", Harry said, "He seemed furious about it. He wanted to stop me from competing."

"We know he's a good actor. Because he convinced the Ministry of Magic to set him free, didn't he?" Claire pointed out.

"There was an article last month in the Daily Prophet. It said Moody was attacked the night before he started at Hogwarts. They wrote it was another false alarm, but I don't think so.", Margaret said, "I think someone tried to stop him from getting to Hogwarts. I think someone knew their job would be a lot more difficult with him around. And no one's going to look into it too closely. Mad-Eye's heard intruders a bit too often. But that doesn't mean he can't still spot the real thing. Moody was the best Auror the Ministry ever had."

"So... what are you saying?", Claire said, "Karkaroff's trying to kill Harry? But why?"

Sirius and Elizabeth hesitated, giving each other a look before nodding.

"I've been nearing some very strange things.", Margaret said slowly, "The Death Eaters seem to be a bit more active than usual lately. They showed themselves at the Quidditch World Cup, someone set off the Dark Mark and then did you hear about that Ministry of Magic witch who's gone missing?"

"Bertha Jorkins?", Claire asked.

"Exactly. She disappeared in Albania, and that's definitely where Voldemort was rumored to be last.", Margaret said, "And she would have known the Triwizard Tournament was coming up, wouldn't she?"

"Yeah, but... it's not very likely she'd have walked straight into Voldemort, is it?", Harry said.

"Listen, we knew Bertha Jorkins.", Sirius said grimly, "She was at Hogwarts when we were, a few years above. And she was an idiot. Very nosy, but no brains, none at all. It's not a good combination, Harry. I'd say she'd be very easy to lure into a trap."

"So... so Voldemort could have found out about the tournament?", Harry said, "Is that what you mean? You think Karkaroff might be here on his orders?"

"I don't know.", Margaret said slowly, "I just don't know... Karkaroff doesn't strike me as the type who'd go back to Voldemort unless he knew Voldemort was powerful enough to protect him. But whoever put your name in that goblet did it for a reason, and I can't help thinking the tournament would be a very good way to attack you and make it hook like an accident."

Sirius then turned to Claire, "Congrats on becoming a Champion.", he said a hint of pride in his voice, making her smile, "I know Elizabeth would have been proud of you, but you have to be careful too. I only have one daughter."

"Did you had practice over the summer?", Tracy panted as she was in an empty classroom, putting her clothes back on.

"There were these girls during the Quidditch cup.", Alex said with a grin, fixing his belt.

Making a mirror float to fix her pigtails, she slightly frowned, "Damn it, Alex! I said no love bites." she scolded him before turning serious, "By the by, how is Harry doing?"

"He's worried of course.", Alex said, crossing his arms, "You believe he didn't do it right?"

"I already figured that out by his reaction.", Tracy said, "Me and Daphne try to talk some sense into the Slytherin's, but of course Malfoy being his git self, tried to debunk it."

"Oh well, at least your trying.", Alex said, but he was surprised when he heard voice coming from the other side of the door.

But the surprise came from the two people who were talking. "... You didn't leaving just because of that."

It was his mother's voice. Sneaking closer to the door, he peaked through a keyhole. He could see Margaret standing there, her arms cross.

"Parent's wouldn't want a werewolf teaching their children, Margaret.", he said, a suitcase in his hand.

"Don't give me that excuse.", Margaret said, sounding rather cold, pointing an accusing finger at the man, "Your running away again."

"I... Tell me something, Margaret. Does Alex know?"

Margaret didn't speak, but shook her head.

"It's better that way...", Lupin said, "He shouldn't live the shame of being the son of a werewolf."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that, Moony. Whatever helps you sleep at night.", Margaret said, walking closer to him, "But let me give you one warning. If you come into his life and then walk out of it, don't ever think of coming back again."

Alex felt an explosion of emotions erupting in his head, slouching to the ground to his knees.

"Alex? You alright?", Tracy said gently.

Outside on the school grounds, Harry and Claire were striding across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship was moored, reflected blackly in the water. It was a chilly morning, and they kept moving, munching their toast.

"But the question is, who did put it in?" Claire said, "Because Moody's right, Harry. I don't think any student could or would have done it... They'd never be able to fool the Goblet, or get over Dumbledore's... What a mess, and tis isn't the only one."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh just the fact that Ron is being a jealous git." Claire said.

"Jealous?" Harry said incredulously, "Jealous of what? He wants to make a prat of himself in front of the whole school, does he?"

"Look at it tis way, your always getting all the attention, me and Hermione always get the best grades, Alex is insanely populair around school, even Neville blinks out at something, even if its Herbology." she explained, "But Ron's got all those brothers to compete against at home, he's always shunted to one side, and he puts up with it, and he never mentions it, but tis is just one time too many."

"Great." Harry said bitterly, "Really great. Tell him from me I'll swap any time he wants. Tell him from me he's welcome to it... People gawping at my forehead everywhere I go..."

"Do I look like Hedwig?" Claire said shortly.

"No, your prettier..." Harry said, not noticing the smile this gave his friend, "Don't tell her that though, she'll snap at my finger... Where are Alex, Neville and Hermione?"

"I don't know." she shrugged, "I haven't placed a tracking charm on them."

Charles stepped out of his office, nearly tripping over something that was leaning against his door.

"You know, Mademoiselle Delacour, its illegal to stalk in Britain." he said dryly, when the Senior Beauxbaton champion quickly stood up.

"Good morning, Professor." she said, holding up a stack of sandwiches, which she was carrying in a napkin, "I didn't saw you at breakfast so I..."

"I appreciate the thought, Mademoiselle." Charles said, accepting one as the two began to walk to the courtyard, "They aren't laced with poison as retribution for that duel?"

"W-Wha? N-No of course not!" she said quickly, a bit embarrassed, "They are more a peace offering for destroying your classroom..."

But he chuckled as he munched on his food, "Don't worry about it. My classroom gets messed up every other class." he said, getting a charming smile from the blonde next to him.

"Professor, if you don't mind me asking... What are your thoughts on the whole Harry Potter as the Seventh Champion?"

"I have my mind made up, but what about you? Your opinion sounds much more interesting."

"I... I don't think he put his name in the Goblet to be honest." Fleur said, "Your daughter seem to think so."

"My daughter? I have one of those?... Oh, you mean Claire. She isn't my daughter, though I can understand the confusion." Charles said, his grey eyes looking into her deep sky blue eyes, for a second, he thought he saw a spark of hope in them. "I for one, do believe Harry. He has no reason to enter himself into tis tournament, he is already famous enough and he doesn't need the money."

Fleur gave this a thought, the look in his eyes convincing her of the truth. "I believe you. I will try to convince as many students of Beauxbatons, though some will still side with LeBlanc.", the blonde said, getting a grateful nod from him.

Alex was sitting on a bench with Tracey in the courtyard, a thousand thoughts racing through his head as he tried his best to process what he had just heard.

"Cousin!"

For the first time since he sat on the bench, he looked up to see the Beauxbatons student, Adriane Guillard walking over to them.

"Cousin!" Tracey shouted back, standing up and holding out her arms, "Give me some love."

Adri pulled her cousin in the requested hug, lifting her in the air and spinning her around. "How's my favorite cousin doing?", she asked.

"I am doing great, Adri." Tracey said, when she was put down again.

"Great and... oh my." the french witch said, spotting Alex, "Cousin! Is this your boyfriend? If so good job, because he is one hot piece of candy."

"We are not a couple." Alex said, standing up, taking a hold of Adri's hand and kissing her knuckles, "I am Alex, but you can call me whatever you want, French goddess."

"Oh, he's a good one." Adri said with an approving smirk.

"There you are Alex."

Turning around they saw that it was Harry and Claire. She was a little suspicious why her brother was hanging out with one of the students of Beauxbatons.

"Hey Harry, cousin." Alex mumbled.

"Everything alright?" Harry asked his friend, "You look a bit pale."

"I am fine..." he said before introducing them to Adri.

"A pleasure to meet you." Adri said with a cheerful smile, "I am sorry if my English is a bit rusty."

"Nice to meet you, Adri. Your English isn't that bad actually." Harry said as the two shook hands.

Before they could say anything else, they heard a drawling voice speak up. "Ah, look, boys, it's the 'champions'.", turning around they saw that it was Malfoy and his group of friends.

"Got your autograph books? Better get a signature now, because I doubt he's going to be around much longer... Half the Triwizard champions have died... how long d'you reckon you're going to last, Potter? Ten minutes into the first task's my bet."

"You know your mother, Malfoy? That expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose?" Harry asked, "Does she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?"

"Burn!" Alex and Adri yelled laughing at the same time.

Malfoy's pale face went slightly pink. "Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter!"

"No, I think it's good someone stands up to you for once, Malfoy. You know what else about your mother?" Harry said, having a go at it, "My mom might be dead, but at least she never laid on her back and spread her legs for Jeager."

"Come on Harry, or Malfoy is going to need a poultice for those sick burns." Alex said, he, Harry, Claire, Tracey and Adri turned away.

Charles and Fleur just came around a corner to the courtyard, where a loud bang was heard, with several people screaming. He quickly stride towards the commotion, Fleur behind him.

They came just in the courtyard, a terrified looking white ferret was streaking towards them.

"I don't think so!" Moody roared, pointing his wand at the ferret, it flew ten feet into the air, fell with a smack to the ground, and then bounced upward once more, "I don't like people who attack when their opponent's back's turned. Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do..." as the ferret bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain.

The ferret flew through the air, its legs and tail flailing helplessly. "Never. Do. That. Again.", Moody said, speaking each word as the ferret hit the grass ground and bounced upward again.

"Professor Moody!" Charles said shocked.

"Hello, Professor Jeager." Moody said calmly, bouncing the ferret still higher.

"What are you doing?" Charles asked, his eyes following the bouncing ferret's progress through the air.

"Teaching." Moody responded.

"Teaching?...", Charles said, his eyes wide upon realizing, "Oh, son of a banshee, that's a student."

"Technically, it's a ferret." Moody responded casually.

Charles pulls out his wand, a moment later, with a loud snapping noise, Draco Malfoy had reappeared, lying in a heap on the ground with his sleek blond hair all over his now brilliantly pink face.

"My father will hear about this!", Malfoy wincing as he got to his feet.

"Is that a threat? Is that a threat!? Is that a bloody threat!?" Professor Moody asked calmly as he was about the chase Malfoy around, "Well, I know your father of old, boy... You tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son... you tell him that from me..."

"Moody, we never use Transfiguration as a punishment." Charles told him, "Didn't Albus told you anything about that?"

"He might've mentioned it, yeah." Moody said, scratching his chin unconcernedly, "But I thought a good sharp shock..."

"We give detentions, Moody, or speak to the offender's Head of House."

"I'll do that, then." Moody said, staring at Malfoy with great dislike.

Malfoy, whose pale eyes were still watering with pain and humiliation, looked malevolently up at, "Now, your Head of House'll be Snape, will it?"

"Yes." Malfoy said resentfully.

"Another old friend." Moody growled, "I've been looking forward to a chat with old Snape... Come on, you..." And he seized Malfoy's upper arm and marched him off toward the dungeons.

"I know as a teacher I shouldn't laugh at tis..." Charles said, turning to Harry, Claire, Alex, Tracey, Fleur and Adri, "But that was bloody hilarious." he finished laughing.

The students couldn't contain their laughter either at what they had just witnessed.

The next few days were some of Harry's worst at Hogwarts. It was clear that the rest of the school, just like the Gryffindors, thought Harry had entered himself for the tournament. Unlike the Gryffindors, however, they did not seem impressed.

The Hufflepuffs, who were usually on excellent terms with the Gryffindors, had turned remarkably cold toward the whole lot of them. One Herbology lesson was enough to demonstrate this.

It was plain that the Hufflepuffs felt that Harry had stolen their champion's glory; a feeling exacerbated, perhaps, by the fact that Hufflepuff House very rarely got any glory, and that Cedric was one of the few who had ever given them any, having beaten Gryffindor once at Quidditch.

Ernie Macmillan and Justin Finch-Fletchley, with whom Harry normally got on very well, did not talk to him even though they were repotting Bouncing Bulbs at the same tray, though they did laugh rather unpleasantly when one of the Bouncing Bulbs wriggled free from Harry's grip and smacked him hard in the face.

Ron wasn't talking to Harry either. Hermione sat between them, making very forced conversation, but though both answered her normally, they avoided making eye contact with each other. Harry thought even Professor Sprout seemed distant with him -but then, she was Head of Hufflepuff House.

He could understand the Hufflepuffs' attitude, even if he didn't like it; they had their own champion to support. He expected nothing less than vicious insults from the Slytherins.

But he had hoped the Ravenclaws might have found it in their hearts to support him as much as Claire or Cedric. He was wrong, however. Most Ravenclaws seemed to think that he had been desperate to earn himself a bit more fame by tricking the goblet into accepting his name.

When Harry and Claire walked Alex, Neville and Hermione to the dungeon one afternoon, they found the Slytherins waiting outside, only Daphne and Tracey weren't wearing a large badge on the front of his or her robes. They all bore the same message, in luminous red letters that burnt brightly in the dimly lit underground passage:

Support Cedric Diggory- The real Hogwarts Champion

"Like them?" Malfoy said loudly as Harry and Claire approached, "And this isn't all they do look!"

He pressed his badge into his chest, and the message upon it vanished, to be replaced by another one, which glowed green:

Potter stinks!

The Slytherins howled with laughter. Each of them pressed their badges too, until the message Potter stinks was shining brightly all around.

"Oh very funny." Hermione said sarcastically to Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls, who were laughing harder than anyone, "Really witty."

Ron was standing against the wall with Dean and Seamus. He wasn't laughing, but he wasn't sticking up for Harry either.

"Want one, Granger?" Malfoy said, holding out a badge to Hermione, "I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see; don't want a Mudblood slimming it up."

Harry, Claire and Alex raised their wands. People all around them scrambled out of the way, backing down the corridor.

"Go on, then." Malfoy said quietly, drawing out his own wand, "Moody's not here to look after you now. Do it, if you've got the guts.."

"You do know it's three on one right?" Claire spoke, and for a split second Malfoy knew what he was in for.

Jets of light shot from the wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles. Harry's hit Goyle in the face, Claire and Alex hit Malfoy sending him flying across the dungeon and into a wall but Malfoy's hit Hermione.

Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up -Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth.

"Hermione!"

Ron had hurried forward to see what was wrong with her but Alex had beaten him to it. Hermione's front teeth, already larger than average, were now growing at an alarming rate; she was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongated, past her bottom lip, toward her chin, panic-stricken, she felt them and let out a terrified cry.

"What is this all about?" said a soft, deadly voice.

Snape had arrived. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed a long finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain."

"Potter and the Kent's attacked me, sir." Malfoy groaned painfully, holding his side.

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted.

"And he hit Goyle look!"

"Malfoy got Hermione!" Alex said.

Snape examined Goyle, whose face now resembled something that would have been at home in a book on poisonous fungi.

"Hospital wing, Goyle." Snape said calmly. He then turned to Hermione, forcing her to show her teeth. She was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar.

Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape's back.

"Silence!" Snape ordered them, before turning to Alex, "Take her to the hospital wing."

Hermione let out a whimper as Alex helped her up, walking with her all the way up the corridor and out of sight.

"So what do you want to do now?" Claire said as they walked up the stairs back into the main hall, "Maybe we should look up Hermione in the hospital wing."

"Harry! Claire!"

It was Colin who came running towards them, "They need you two upstairs. They want to take photo's"

"What do they want photos for, Colin?" Harry asked.

"The Daily Prophet, I think!", the small boy responded.

"Great, exactly what I need. More publicity.", Harry said sarcastically as the two friends set off.

They went into a fairly small classroom; most of the desks had been pushed away to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle; three of them, however, had been placed end-to-end in front of the blackboard and covered with a long length of velvet.

Seven chairs had been set behind the velvet-covered desks, and Ludo Bagman was sitting in one of them, talking to a witch Claire had never seen before, who was wearing magenta robes.

Viktor Krum was standing moodily in a corner as usual and not talking to anybody. Just like LeBlanc. Cedric and Romanova were in conversation.

Upon seeing them, Fleur waved happily at the two as they walked towards her.

A paunchy man, holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, was watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Fleur." Claire said, "What's the deal here?"

"It's nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony." she explained.

"Wand weighing?" Harry repeated nervously.

"They are checking if our wands are fully functional, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead." Fleur said, "The expert is upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot."

"Maybe not that small, Madame."

It was Rita Skeeter, her eyes on Harry. Her hair was set in elaborate and curiously rigid curls. She wore jeweled spectacles. Her fingers were clutching her crocodile-skin handbag ended in two-inch nails, painted crimson.

"I wonder if I could have a little word with Harry before we start? An interview for the daily prophet." she said, still gazing fixedly at Harry, "The youngest champion, you know... to add a bit of color?"

"Er..." Harry said and in a second, her scarlet-taloned fingers had Harry's upper arm in a surprisingly strong grip.

"Harry is staying right here." Claire said sternly, removing her hand and taking a hold of Harry's hand.

"Oh, I see." Skeeter smirked, but her eyes betrayed her irritation of being denied her interview, before walking away.

"Thanks, Claire." Harry said with an appreciative smile.

"Any time." she returned the smile.

"So... Claire, I might best just get this out of the way." Fleur said, making her turn towards her, "My friend Adri asked if your cousin is single."

"I don't really know." she said, "I think he's a bit of a playboy... Though he spend an awful lot of time with Tracey Davis."

It was then that Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Mr Crouch and the expert Mr. Ollivander the wand maker came in.

"It's best we take a seat." Fleur said, "That might be difficult if you two keep holding hands."

The two's eyes widen, realizing they were still doing that. And with a bit of heated cheeks, they walked towards the chairs for the champions.

Looking up at the velvet-covered table, where four of the five judges were now sitting. Rita Skeeter settled herself down in a corner.

"May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?" said Dumbledore, taking his place at the judges' table and talking to the champions, "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament."

"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" Mr. Ollivander said, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room.

Fleur swept over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand. He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it chose to his eyes and examined it carefully.

"Yes." he said quietly, "Nine and a half inches... inflexible... rosewood... and containing... dear me..."

"An hair from ze head of a veela." Fleur said, "One of my grandmuzzer's."

"Yes." Mr. Ollivander said, "Yes, I've never used veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands... however, to each his own, and if this suits you."

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently checking for scratches or bumps; then he muttered, "Orchideous!" and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip. "Very well, very well, it's in fine working order.",

Scooping up the flowers and handing them to Fleur with her wand. "Mrs. Kent, you next."

"Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it?" Mr. Ollivander said, with much more enthusiasm, as Claire handed over her wand, "Yes, I remember it well. Fifteen inches, rowan, dragon heartstrings, excellent for dueling. It's in fine condition... You treat it regularly?"

"I polish her nearly every week." Claire said.

Harry looked down at his own wand. He could see finger marks all over it. He gathered a fistful of robe from his knee and tried to rub it clean surreptitiously.

Several gold sparks shot out of the end of it. Fleur gave him a very patronizing look, before offering him her handkerchief.

Harry tried to discreetly as possible clean his wand as Mr. Ollivander sent a stream of blue white sparks across the room from the tip of Claire's wand, pronounced himself satisfied, and then said, "Mr. Krum, if you please."

This went on for a while until the last champion, Romanova was called her wand in perfect condition. "Thank you all." Dumbledore said, standing up at the judges' table. "You may go back to your lessons now, or perhaps it would be quicker just to go down to dinner, as they are about to end."

Harry, Claire and Fleur got up to leave, but the man with the black camera jumped up and cleared his throat. "Photos, Dumbledore, photos!" Bagman cried excitedly, "All the judges and champions, what do you think, Rita?"

"Er, yes, let's do those first.", Skeeter said, whose eyes were upon Harry again, "And then perhaps some individual shots."

The photographs took a long time. Madame Maxime cast everyone else into shadow wherever she stood, and the photographer couldn't stand far enough back to get her into the frame; eventually she had to sit while everyone else stood around her.

Karkaroff kept twirling his goatee around his finger to give it an extra curl, Krum, whom Claire would have thought would have been used to this sort of thing, skulked, half-hidden, at the back of the group.

The photographer seemed keenest to get Claire, Fleur and Romanova at the front, but Rita Skeeter kept hurrying forward and dragging Harry into greater prominence. Then she insisted on separate shots of all the champions. At last, they were free to go.

Harry, Claire and Fleur was walking down the hall until Claire was called over.

Turning around they saw that it was Cedric, "Can I have a word? Alone?", he asked.

Harry looked a bit protective at this sudden request.

"You two can go ahead, I will catch up with you." Claire said, the two reluctantly went ahead, "Very well, what is it?" she finally said, once the other two were out of earshot.

"I know we will be scored individually, but would you mind if we shared clues and information we come across?", Cedric asked, "It's just, we are both Hogwarts champions, so it makes sense that we team up, right?"

"I suppose it does makes sense in a way. But why didn't you ask for Harry to be involved as well?", Claire said.

"I just don't really believe his story.", Cedric admitted, "Don't tell me you actually believe him."

"Cedric, I will only tell you tis once. Harry is my friend, and I do believe him." she told him, "So if you want us to do tis team-up, you also involve Harry or you can keep your information."

Cedric let out a chuckle, "I am surprised you weren't shorted in Hufflepuff, Claire. You show a remarkable amount of loyalty." he said.

"It's because I don't look good in yellow." she said, attempting to joke.

"Now that's something I really don't believe." Cedric laughed, "Look I still have my doubts, but if you can trust Harry, then who am I to judge. Tell Harry about the team-up."

Claire nodded.

"Oh and... I will try to convince the rest of Hufflepuff of Harry's innocents.", Cedric said and the two shook hands.

Okay, Clark has calmed down, he is crying on Fleur's lap now. I thought we were in trouble for a second, but we are okay. We are all okay now.

So anyways, hope you enjoyed it. Many thanks to everyone who read, review, favorite or follows this story.

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