Heyyyy...again.

Thank you to all my fellow bowers! Lord Percy is pleased.

I own nothing (wink wink).

Unlike Harry expected, his sudden cold behaviour towards Percy didn't so much, sadden or offend Percy, but Percy looked more disappointed, like he had failed.

This only furthered Harry's suspicions.

"Okay," said Hermione over her toast, ignoring Ron - as usual - shovelling food down his throat.

Oh how Harry had missed this sweet friendship.

"This is what we know about Percy," she continued, indicating to a piece of parchement, and, when Harry looked at it, he saw:

He trips up over his words.

He is always around Harry.

He seems like he failed a mission when he lost Harry's friendship.

He refuses to talk about his home life - even less than the other Champions.

"All of these," said Hermione, "Point to Percy being a Death Eater, we are right not to trust him. Well done Ron."

Ron looked up, surprised to be praised by Hermione, "Huh? I mean, yes! Well done me."

And with that he returned to his tower of bacon.

Hermione wrinkled her nose, "Well, we'll have to keep an eye on Percy, as he must realise that he has lost our trust, and he might us force to get Harry."

"If he uses force," Said Ron, swallowing his bacon, "We're dead, have you seen how powerful he is?"

"Yes, Ron, we have eyes," Said Hermione, demonstrating by rolling them.

Lord Percy's very own time skip, if you're lucky, you'll get one too!

But probably not.

Over the next couple of months, Harry felt his feeling of distrust towards Percy increase drastically, due to Ron's constant insults that he whispers to Harry about Percy when said boy is in sight range of the two.

Harry slowly started to get colder and colder towards Percy, despite the instinctive feeling of regret he got when he did so.

It didn't help that Percy kept on doing suspicious things, like what happened a couple of weeks ago.

Flashback:

Harry wandered aimlessly along the corridor, wondering if Ron would be up for a game of wizards chess: even if Harry lost, it was something to do, when suddenly he heard a voice, a very familiar voice.

"I've lost his trust," he heard Percy say from the closed girl's toilets, "But I hope your suggestion will work, bye Wisegirl."

Harry felt cold: it seemed more and more like Percy was against him, and was working for Voldemort.

Percy came rushing out, looking flustered, apparently not noticing Harry.

Harry stared suspiciously at the retreating form, unbelievable that he had ever trusted Percy, he had been a fool. It was like Voldemort all over again.

He had been blinded by Perseus's charm.

Flashback over.

Harry felt himself get the now familiar jittery feeling as he knew that the Third Trial was nearing.

What he was not looking forward to was being close to Percy in the Third Task, at least, he hoped that the task would be another one that made sure that you weren't in contact with the other Champions, but Harry felt like he would not be so lucky.

Harry felt like he had been lied to for years, for his frinds were behaving oddly. Neville was, from time to time, seeming to be controlled, and being far more intuitive than Harry had ever seen him, Percy had been fooling Harry, until he slipped up one too many times, and Harry started listening to Ron.

And finally, Ron seemed to be far more poisonous and spiteful than he was before, constantly whispering almost evil comments to Harry about Percy.

Hermione was the only constant in Harry's life right now, she was a true friend, one Harry could count on.

I, Lord Percy, decree this time skip legal.

My my! A surprise visit from Lord Percy, we are beyond honoured, my Lord.

Bow! Bow! Bow!

Harry was sitting dejectedly in the common room, trying to ignore the feeling that his life was falling apart, when Hermione came up to him.

"Harry," Said Hermione, a -as always- large book in her hands, "Professor McGonagoll has asked for you, she is with Madame Maxine and Professor Karkaroff, in the Entrance Hall."

Harry reluctantly eased himself out of the chair, and hurried to the Entrance Hall, to see those who Hermione mentioned, along withPercy -Harry felt uneasy when he saw him- Krum, and Fleur, the other Champions.

"Ah, Potter," Said McGonagoll, in here usual strict tone, "You're here."

"About time," Sneered Karkaroff, at which McGonagoll threw him a reproachful look.

"Let's go," She said, and, not waiting to see if they were following, marched out.

Harry, along with everyone else, followed, trying to keep up with the Hogwarts' Deputy Headmistressess brisk pace, apart from Percy, who had no trouble keeping up.

They reached the Quidditch Pitch, but, to Harry, it was unrecognisable, for it was covered in hedge, at least twelve feet tall.

Harry felt a surge of rage, what had they done to the place?

McGonagoll turned around,

"This," She said, "Is the Third Trial."

Sorry for not updating yesterday! And the disappointing chapter.

This chapter's song: Holiday, By Green Day.

All bow to Percy.

Peace out.