Heyyyy...again.

Nothing to say really.

I don't own a single little titchy tiny thing.

Harry groaned, and opened his eyes, only to be greeted by Neville's frantic face, and, as he cane into more focus with the world, he noticed that Neville was shaking his shoulders, and yelling at him.

"Harry!" He cried desperately, "Wake up! It's the second trial today!"

"Wha~" Mumbled Harry, still half asleep, until he registered what Neville said, and he shot out of bed.

"Blimey Neville! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" He cried angrily, ignoring Neville's exasperated face.

He noticed that Ron's bed was empty. Didn't think about waking me up, did he? And with that he rushed out, not without changing quickly, grabbing his Gillyweed, and thanking Neville.

He rushed out to the lake, only to de wit abondoned, only with the stands there, but not a soul in sight.

"Wait! Harry!" He heard from behind him. He twirled around, and saw Neville stumbling towards him, "The Trial isn't starting for another hour!"

Harry felt his face flush, and asked Neville why he didn't tell him, to which the boy replied, "You didn't give me a chance."

Harry trudged disappointedly up to the Great Hall, and slid into a seat next to Seamus, as he couldn't see Hermione, which worried him, who asked, "What took you so long?"

"Don't ask," he mumbled, pocking his bacon, too nervous to eat.

"I just did," said the other boy.

Lord Percy's first time skip of the chapter.

Harry stood at the bank of the lake, to his right was Fleur Delacour, who had her wand out; to his left was Percy, who had his hands in his pockets, slumped in his normal relaxed position, but his grin was missing, something that unnerved Harry; and Viktor Krum, who was glaring at Harry furiously, and in only his swimming trunks.

Harry looked down at the Gillyweed in his hand, and ignored the cheers and jeers of the crowd, thinking about what would happen if it didn't work.

He didn't even notice that the hour had started until Percy practically flew into the water, so fast Harry barely saw him: it was like he was on a broom.

Harry stuffed the Gillyweed in his mouth, and choked it down - for it was very bitter - and he just stood there, feeling immensely awkward.

He was now aware to the crowds jeering, and felt a rush of colour come to his face: it hadn't worked.

He suddenly felt like all the air in his lungs had dissipated, and he found himself unable to breath.

He collapsed into the shallow waters, submerging his head, and suddenly air rushed back into his lungs.

He had gills.

Harry thrashed around for a few moments, until he calmed down enough to swim into deeper water, and he found that he could see easily.

Swimming was easy, as he found that he had webbed fingers and toes, it was like he was a water animal.

He found himself hundreds of metres below the surface, and still able to see easily.

Easily enough at least to notice Percy sitting in a bubble with his blond girlfriend around his arm, looking unchanged, with fish and mermen alike crowding around him, or...bowing?

Percy just raised his hand, his usual greeting, acting like this was nothing out of the ordinary, before giving a little salute, and dissapearing.

Harry shook his head, he really should just accept that Percy was super powerful.

He was unopposed as he reached a wooden cross, with three people hanging from it, and one set of cut ropes, which he guessed was because the mermen had been occupied by...worshiping Percy.

The three people were Hermione, who Harry assumed was for him, a girl with billowy hair, who Harry knew was for either Krum or Delacour, and...

...Ron?

Who was he for? Not Krum, as he despised Ron for his closeness with Hermione. Not Fleur, who rejected him for the Ball, so Harry assumed that she would not sorely miss Ron. Percy's was his girlfriend, so that left...Harry.

Harry tried to go and rescue Hermione, his wand gripped in his hand, and went to cut her ropes, but a trident came in front of his face, and his eyes met with those of a chattering merman.

He moved away, and so did the trident, and Harry experimentally moved towards Ron, and the merman remained where he was, unmoving.

Scowling, Harry slashed with his wand, releasing Ron's ropes, grabbing hold of him, and pushing upwards.

As Harry was rising, he caught sight of Delacour, with a bubble around her head, and a shark wearing Krum's swimming trunks, swimming down into the area with the wooden cross. He assumed that they had also avoided the mermen thanks to Percy's...diversion.

As his head broke the surface, Harry felt himself return to normal, and Ron sputtered in his arms.

"You all right mate?" Asked Harry, worries in spite of himself.

"Yeah," Ron coughed.

"Listen," Started Harry, hopefully, "I was hoping that we could...be friends again."

Ron's face split into an equally hopeful look, "Yeah, sure mate," He said, seeming to be trying to sound casual, "As long as Percy ain't a part of it."

Harry, despite knowing he would regret this later, said,

"Ok"

Poor Percy!

This chapter's song: 21 guns by Green Day.

All bow to Percy.

Peace out.