Greetings one and all and welcome to the next chapter of the Potter And Kent Chronicles and the last chapter of Year 4. I hope your going to enjoy this chapter and now on to the reviews.

Ashzaroth: I did not, thanks for pointing it out. Well I was originally planning on swapping between Clark's and Harry's POV but it didn't really work out, and that line was accidentally left in there.

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and now on to the story.


When he looked back, even a month later, Clark found he had only scattered memories of the next few days. It was as though he had been through too much to take in any more.

Harry and Clark returned to Gryffindor Tower the following evening. From what Ron, Neville, Hermione and Kara told them, Dumbledore had spoken to the school that morning at breakfast.

He had merely requested that they leave Harry, Clark and Cedric alone, that nobody ask them questions or badger them to tell the story of what had happened in the maze. Most people, Clark noticed, were skirting Harry in the corridors, avoiding his eyes. Some whispered behind their hands as he passed. He guessed that many of them had believed Rita Skeeter's article about how disturbed and possibly dangerous he was.

Clark found he didn't care very much. He liked it best when he was with Fleur and they were talking about other things, or else letting him rest his head on her lap in silence, while she played with his black hair. He felt as though the two of them had reached an understanding they didn't need to put into words.

It was with a heavy heart that Clark packed his trunk up in the dormitory on the night before his return to home. He was dreading the Leaving Feast, which was usually a cause for celebration, when the winner of the Inter-House Championship would be announced. He had avoided being in the Great Hall when it was full ever since he had left the hospital wing, preferring to eat when it was nearly empty to avoid the stares of his fellow students.

When Harry, Clark, Ron, Neville, Hermione, Kara and Fleur entered the Hall, they saw the real Mad-Eye Moody was at the staff table now, his wooden leg and his magical eye back in place. He was extremely twitchy, jumping every time someone spoke to him. Harry couldn't blame him; Moody's fear of attack was bound to have been increased by his ten-month imprisonment in his own trunk. Professor Karkaroff's chair was empty.

Madame Maxime was still there, she was sitting next to Hagrid. They were talking quietly together. Further along the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape. His eyes lingered on Harry then on Clark for a moment as Clark looked at him. His expression was difficult to read, he looked as sour and unpleasant as ever. He wasn't sure why, but Clark felt compelled to give Snape a respectful nod, making the potion master look slightly surprised, even for a moment.

What was it that Snape had done on Dumbledore's orders, the night that Voldemort had returned. Snape had turned spy against Voldemort, was that the job he had taken up again. Clark's musings were ended by Professor Dumbledore, who stood up at the staff table. The Great Hall became very quiet.

"The end of another year.", Dumbledore said, looking around at them all, "There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight." Clark caught a glimpse of Cedric sitting next to Romanova, when their eyes connected, the two gave each other a nod.

"I think that you have the right, that Lord Voldemort has returned."

A panicked whisper swept the Great Hall. People were staring at Dumbledore in disbelief, in horror. He looked perfectly calm as he watched them mutter themselves into silence.

"The Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore continued, "Does not wish me to tell you this. It is possible that some of your parents will be horrified that I have done so, either because they will not believe that Lord Voldemort has returned, or because they think I should not tell you so, young as you are. It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies."

Stunned and frightened, every face in the Hall was turned toward Dumbledore now... or almost every face. Over at the Slytherin table. Clark saw Draco Malfoy muttering something to Crabbe and Goyle.

"There is somebody else who must be mentioned in connection with Lord Voldemort. I am talking, of course, about Harry Potter, Clark Kent and Cedric Diggory. They managed to escape Lord Voldemort, they showed, in every respect, the sort of bravery that few wizards have ever shown in facing Lord Voldemort. The Triwizard Tournament's aim was to further and promote magical understanding. In the light of what has happened, of Lord Voldemort's return, such ties are more important than ever before."

At these words, Clark and Fleur gripped each others hands, looking into each others eyes. "Every guest in this Hall." Dumbledore continued, and his eyes lingered upon the Durmstrang students, "will be welcomed back here at any time, should they wish to come. I say to you all, once again, in the light of Lord Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

"It is my belief, and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken, that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder. There will come a time, were you will have to decide, between what is right and what is easy."


Harry's trunk was packed; Hedwig was back in her cage on top of it. He, Clark, Ron, Neville, Hermione and Kara were waiting in the crowded entrance hall with the rest of the fourth years for the carriages that would take them back to Hogsmeade station. It was another beautiful summer's day.

"Clark!"

He looked around, Fleur was hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. Beyond her, far across the grounds. Clark could see Hagrid helping Madame Maxime to back two of the giant horses into their harness. The Beauxbatons carriage was about to take off. "We will see each other soon, I promise.", Fleur said as she reached him. He gave her a soft smile, as he snaked his arms around her waist.

Pulling her closer he placed his mouth onto hers. Their mouths moved in sync and she licked his lower lip seductively, but he wasn't giving in that easily. Clark nibbled gently on her mouth, to which she parted slightly to let out a gasp. Taking advantage of this to explore the inside of her mouth, they found themselves french kissing in the company of their friends.

"I'll hope so.", Clark said as they finally let go of each other.

Clark's spirits couldn't help but lift slightly as he watched Fleur hurry back across the lawns to Madame Maxime, her beautiful hair rippling in the sunlight. "Get a room next time, Clark.", Kara said with an amused smirk, much to her brothers embarrassment and her friends amusement.

"Wonder how the Durmstrang students are getting back. Do you reckon they can steer that ship without Karkaroff?", Neville said.

"Karkaroff did not steer, he stayed in his cabin and let us do the vork." said a gruff voice. Krum had come to say good-bye to Hermione. "Could I have a vord?" he asked her. "Oh... yes... all right.", Hermione said, looking slightly flustered, and following Krum through the crowd and out of sight. "You'd better hurry up! The carriages'll be here in a minute!", Ron called loudly after her

He let Harry, Clark, Neville and Kara keep a watch for the carriages, however, and spent the next few minutes craning his neck over the crowd to try and see what Krum and Hermione might be up to. They returned quite soon, at the same time that they were approached by Cedric and Natasha. Ron stared at Hermione, but her face was quite impassive.

"Have you got a new headmaster yet?" Harry asked.

Krum and Natasha shrugged, they held out their hand, both shook the groups hands. "We will see each other again, I hope.", Natasha said as she shook hands with Clark, "It has be been a pleasure meeting you!"

Ron looked as though he was suffering some sort of painful internal struggle. "Clark, I owe you a debt, if it wasn't for you...", Cedric said as he shook hands with him, "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask me."

Clark gave a nod, and just as Cedric, Krum and Natasha had started to walk away. Ron burst out, "Krum! Can I have your autograph?"

Hermione turned away, smiling at the horseless carriages that were now trundling toward them up the drive, as Krum, looking surprised but gratified, signed a fragment of parchment for Ron.


The weather could not have been more different on the journey back to King's Cross than it had been on their way to Hogwarts the previous September. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Harry, Clark, Ron, Neville, Hermione and Kara had managed to get a compartment to themselves. Pigwidgeon was once again hidden under Ron's dress robes to stop him from hooting continually; Hedwig was dozing, her head under her wing, and Crookshanks was curled up in a spare seat like a large, furry ginger cushion.

Harry, Clark, Ron, Neville, Hermione and Kara talked more fully and freely than they had all week as the train sped them southward. It was less painful to discuss what had happened now. They broke off their conversation about what action Dumbledore might be taking, even now, to stop Voldemort only when the lunch trolley arrived.

When Hermione returned from the trolley and put her money back into her schoolbag, she dislodged a copy of the Daily Prophet that she had been carrying in there. Clark looked at it, unsure whether he really wanted to know what it might say, but Hermione, seeing him looking at it, said calmly, "There's nothing in there. You can look for yourself, but there's nothing at all. I've been checking every day. Just a small piece the day after the third task saying Hogwarts won the tournament. Nothing about any of it. If you ask me, Fudge is forcing them to keep quiet."

"He'll never keep Rita quiet.", Clark said, leaning his face on his hand, staring out of the window, looking at the passing landscape, "Not on a story like tis."

"Oh, Rita hasn't written anything at all since the third task.", Hermione said in an oddly constrained voice, "As a matter of fact, Rita Skeeter isn't going to be writing anything at all for a while. Not unless she wants me to spill the beans on her."

"What are you talking about?" Ron said.

"Fleur and I found out how she was listening in on private conversations when she wasn't supposed to be coming onto the grounds," Hermione said in a rush, her voice trembeling.

Clark had the impression that Hermione had been dying to tell them this for days, but that she had restrained herself in light of everything else that had happened.

"How was she doing it?", Kara said at once.

"How did you find out?", Neville asked, staring at her.

"Well, it was you, really, who gave me the idea. Harry." she said.

"How?" Harry said, perplexed.

"Bugging.", Hermione said happily, "But not electronic bugs. No, you see... Rita Skeeter is an unregistered Animagus. She can turn into a beetle.", she pulled a small sealed glass jar out other bag.

"You're kidding...", Ron said, "You haven't... she's not..."

"Oh, yes she is.", Hermione said happily, brandishing the jar at them, inside were a few twigs and leaves and one large, fat beetle, "I caught her on the windowsill in the hospital wing. Look very closely, and you'll notice the markings around her antennae are exactly like those foul glasses she wears."

Clark looked and saw that she was quite right. Harry also remembered something, "There was a beetle on the statue the night we heard Hagrid telling Madame Maxime about his mum!"

"Exactly, and Viktor pulled a beetle out of my hair after we'd had our conversation by the lake. And unless I'm very much mistaken, Rita was perched on the windowsill of the Divination class the day your scar hurt. She's been buzzing around for stories all year."

"When we saw Malfoy under that tree, he was talking to her, in his hand.", Clark said, "He knew, of course. That's how she's been getting all those nice little interviews with the Slytherins. They wouldn't care that she was doing something illegal, as long as they were giving her horrible stuff about us and Hagrid."

Hermione took the glass jar back from Neville and smiled at the beetle, which buzzed angrily against the glass. "I've told her I'll let her out when we get back to London. I've put an Unbreakable Charm on the jar, you see, so she can't transform. And I've told her she's to keep her quill to herself for a whole year. See if she can't break the habit of writing horrible lies about people.", Hermione said, smiling serenely, she placed the beetle back inside her schoolbag.

"Hermione, you beautiful genius!", Kara said just as the door of the compartment slid open.

Draco Malfoy entered, Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him. All three of them looked more pleased with themselves, more arrogant and more menacing, than Clark had ever seen them.

"So." Malfoy said slowly, advancing slightly into the compartment and looking slowly around at them, a smirk quivering on his lips. "You caught some pathetic reporter, and Potter's Dumbledore's favorite boy again. Big deal.", his smirk widened as Crabbe and Goyle leered.

"Trying not to think about it, are we?", Malfoy said softly, looking around at all three of them. "Trying to pretend it hasn't happened? You've picked the losing side, Potter! I warned you! I told you you ought to choose your company more carefully, remember? When we met on the train, first day at Hogwarts? I told you not to hang around with riffraff like this!" He jerked his head at Ron, Clark, Neville, Hermione and Kara.

It was as though someone had exploded a box of fireworks within the compartment. Blinded by the blaze of the spells that had blasted from every direction, deafened by a series of bangs, Clark lowered his wand, to see Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway.

He, Harry, Ron, Neville, Hermione and Kara were on their feet, all six of them having used a different hex. Nor were they the only ones to have done so.

"Thought we'd see what those three were up to." Fred said matter-of-factly, stepping onto Goyle and into the compartment. He had his wand out, and so did George, who was careful to tread on Malfoy as he followed Fred inside.

"Interesting effect, who used the Furnunculus Curse?" George asked, looking down at Crabbe.

"Me.", Harry said.

"Odd. I used Jelly-Legs. Looks as though those two shouldn't be mixed. He seems to have sprouted little tentacles all over his face. Well, let's not leave them here, they don't add much to the decor.", George said lightly.

Clark, Harry, Ron, and George kicked, rolled, and pushed the unconscious Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, each of whom looked distinctly the worse for the jumble of jinxes with which they had been hit out into the corridor, then came back into the compartment and rolled the door shut.

"Seriously, you think those three would have learned by now.", Clark said, sitting back in his seat.

"Exploding Snap, anyone?" Fred said, pulling out a pack of cards.


They were halfway through their fifth game when Clark decided to ask them. "You going to tell us, then?" he said to George, "Who you were blackmailing?"

"Oh, that.", George said darkly.

"It doesn't matter...", Fred said, shaking his head impatiently, "It wasn't anything important. Not now, anyway."

"We've given up." George said, shrugging. But Harry, Clark, Ron, Neville, Hermione and Kara kept on asking, and finally, Fred said, "All right, all right, if you really want to know... it was Ludo Bagman."

"Bagman? That idiot was involved!?", Neville said surprise.

"Nah, Nothing like that. Stupid git. He wouldn't have the brains.", George said gloomily, "You remember that bet we had with him at the Quidditch World Cup? About how Ireland would win, but Krum would get the Snitch?"

"Well, the git paid us in leprechaun gold he'd caught from the Irish mascots.", Fred said, "So it vanished, didn't it? By next morning, it had gone!"

"We thought it was just a simple mistake. We thought if we just wrote to him, and told him he'd made a mistake, he'd cough up. But nothing doing. Ignored our letter. We kept trying to talk to him about it at Hogwarts, but he was always making some excuse to get away from us.", George explained.

"In the end, he turned pretty nasty. Told us we were too young to gamble, and he wasn't giving us anything.", Fred said, "So we asked for our money back."

"He didn't refuse?", Hermione gasped.

"Right in one.", Fred said, "Of Course, we found out what was going on in the end. Lee Jordan's dad had had a bit of trouble getting money off Bagman as well. Turns out he's in big trouble with the goblins. Borrowed loads of gold off them. A gang of them cornered him in the woods after the World Cup and took all the gold he had, and it still wasn't enough to cover all his debts. They followed him all the way to Hogwarts to keep an eye on him. He's lost everything gambling. Hasn't got two Galleons to rub together. And you know how the idiot tried to pay the goblins back?"

"How?", Harry said.

"He put a bet on you, mate. Put a big bet on you to win the tournament. Bet against the goblins.", Fred said.

"So that's why he kept trying to help you win!", Clark said with a mock anger glare to Harry. "Well... I did win, didn't I? So he can pay you your gold!", Harry said.

"Nope." George said, shaking his head, "The goblins play as dirty as him. They say you drew with Diggory, and Bagman was betting you'd win outright. So Bagman had to run for it. He did run for it right after the third task." George sighed deeply and started dealing out the cards again.


The rest of the journey passed pleasantly enough; Clark wished it could have gone on all summer, and all too soon, the Hogwarts Express was pulling in at platform nine and three-quarters. The usual confusion and noise filled the corridors as the students began to disembark. Ron, Neville, Hermione and Kara struggled out past Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, carrying their trunks. Harry and Clark gave each other a nod, before calling the twins names.

The twins turned. The duo pulled open their trunks and drew out their Triwizard winnings.

"Take it.", Harry said, and he thrust the sack into George's hands, while Clark threw it to Fred, who cought it.

"What?" Fred said, looking flabbergasted.

"Take it. Don't need it.", Clark said bluntly, "You take it, and get inventing. It's for the joke shop."

"Their mental." Fred said in an almost awed voice.

"Listen.", Harry said firmly, "If you don't take it, I'm throwing it down the drain. I don't want it and I don't need it. But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs. I've got a feeling we're going to need them more than usual before long."

"There is a thousand Galleons in each bag. Think how many Canary Creams that is.", Clark said grinning, the twins stared at him, "Just don't tell your mother where you got it... although she might not be so keen for you to join the Ministry anymore, come to think of it..."

"Just do is one favor, okay? Buy Ron some different dress robes and say they're from you.", Harry said flatly.

They left the compartment before they could say another word, stepping over Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were still lying on the floor, covered in hex marks. "Sorry, didn't see you there.", Clark said as he 'accidentally' stepped on Malfoy.

Sirius and Elizabeth were waiting on the platform. Mrs. Weasley was close by them. She hugged Harry and Clark very tightly when she saw them.

"See you.", Ron said, clapping Harry on the back.

"Keep in touch.", Neville said, clapping Clark on the back, before joining his grandmother.

"'Bye, Harry!" Hermione said, and she did something she had never done before, and kissed Clark on the cheek. "We're not 40 yet.", Clark whispered.

"Harry, Clark, thanks!", George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side.

Harry winked at them, as Clark gave them a smirk. Harry, Clark and Kara, silently followed Sirius and Elizabeth out of the station. There was no point worrying yet, what would come, would come... and they would have to meet it when it did.


And that's a wrap. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I had writing it. Many thanks to everyone who reads, reviews, favorite or follows this story, you beautiful bastards. For now I wish you all a fantastic day and I will hope to see you ladies and gents for Year 5. Mischief Managed.