Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form a medical expert. If you or anyone you care about think your mental health isn't how you want it, PLEASE see a doctor. Without further ado, enjoy this chapter. (Or don't)

Everywhere Harry went the following week, there was one topic, the Tri-Wizard tournament. There wasn't much information, but many students heard how The-Boy-Who-Lived didn't want to be a champion and were shocked. Harry was getting irritated on explaining why he didn't want to be one. Ron made it his mission to convince Harry how cool it would be.

"Just imagine it -"

"I did imagine it!" Harry snapped as the pair were in the middle of the common room. "It is not how you imagine it, Ron!"

'Where did you get the sword!?'

'We just found it!'

'LIAR. CRUCIO!'

Hermione's pain-filled shrieks cut through Harry's thoughts.

"There is no fame and no glory!"

'Severus, please.'

'Avada Kedavra.'

"There is nothing to gain!"

'Get away from my godson' Sirius said, and he punched Malfoy. Harry and Sirius had a short duel with Malfoy and another Death Eater goon.

'Expelliarmus!' Harry said.

'Nice one, James!' Sirius said as he battled Malfoy and won shortly after. Sirius and Harry looked at each other, both happy they are safe -

'Avada Kedavra!'

Harry looked around and then looked back at Sirius, his eyes becoming more glassy as he fell into the veil.

Harry put the back of his hand on his forehead. "This is not a game."

Harry looked around and barely realized he was in a gravesite before his forehead burned.

'Kill the spare' Harry heard a raspy voice.

'Avada Kedarva!'

'NO, CEDRIC!'

Tears were running down Harry's face, and his breath was getting more shallow, but he didn't realize as he was fighting memories.

Dementors were now swarming the small lake as they slowly took every piece of Sirius's happiness.

Harry was now running away from the giant snake, hoping he somehow survived.

Harry took a shaky step backwards. He held on to a sofa to keep him steady and gasping for air.

Quirrell had his hands around Harry's neck for a second before his hands started burning. Harry instinctively put his hands on Quirrell's face. Quirrell screamed in agony before turning into dust.

'Harry Potter…. The-Boy-Who-Lived…. Come to die…. AVADA KEDAVRA!' Voldemort yelled out as Harry closed his eyes.

"I would have thought that our adventures were a clue about how serious this is," Harry said as he ran out, not hearing Hermione call his name and leaving a stunned common room.

Harry ran to the third-floor corridor where Fluffy was hiding in his first year. He put his knees to his chest as he tried to keep his breathing even but was only making it worse. Harry's breathing was getting more shallow, and he couldn't stop the sobbing. His vision was getting black, and Harry wondered if he was going to die.

"Harry!" A voice called out, and he felt hands on his arms. "Harry, look at me," The voice pleaded. It took Harry a while to realize it was Hermione. He lifted his head and locked eyes with Hermione, who looked panicked but stood calm for Harry.

Hermione looked into Harry's eyes, and all she was a broken kid who experienced way too much for his age. She gulped. "Harry, I'm going to need you to breath, ok?"

Harry shook his head. "I can't - What's - Hermio - Why -"

"Harry," Hermione said softly, putting her hands on his face. Internally, she was panicking as she tried to remember something. "Look at me," She said, and Harry looked at her. Chocolate brown met emerald green. "What do you need?"

"You -" Harry said automatically. "Hug -" He said, still struggling to breathe. Hermione hugged him, and Harry clung to her as if she was his lifeline. Harry couldn't stop sobbing as he held onto her. Time-traveling was more brutal than he ever could have imagined. Hermione stroked his hair to calm him down.

It took a while for Harry to calm down. He pulled back and stared at the floor with Hermione by his side.

"What the hell happened to me?" Harry asked the question to nobody.

Hermione bit her lip. "I think you had a panic attack."

Harry blinked. "A what?"

"It's like when you have major stress or have traumatic things happen to you, and something triggers it," Hermione frowned. "Take those words with caution. I don't know much about it. I may be completely wrong."

"Is there anything to fix it?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head. "Your mind isn't like a bone, Harry. You can't use a spell or drink a potion for it to go away. It takes time to heal your head. It could take years for that to happen."

Harry frowned. "There has to be Wizards and Witches who are like mind healers, right?" He asked as he tried to remember if there was such thing when he, Hermione, and Ron visited during their fifth year.

Hermione bit her lip. "I don't remember reading about them. I'm not sure."

Harry nodded. "How was the common room?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Quiet," Hermione answered. "Especially when you stumbled backwards. I think people will finally understand the pressure you're under all the time."

Harry snorted mentally. He doubted that. "Or they see me as weak," Harry said in a raspy voice.

Hermione sighed as she put her head on his shoulder. "I'll hex them into next week if they do," She said, making Harry smile.

"What if I want to hex them as well?" Harry asked, not wanting to pass up an opportunity to tease.

"You're going to have to hex them before me," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"What if we hex the person at the same time?" Harry asked.

"Should have kept their mouths shut."

Harry cracked a smile.

"As much as I like to stay here, we have a Transfiguration to go to," Hermione said and offered her hand to Harry.

Harry sighed and got up. "Time to face the music."

Hermione bumped their shoulders together. "Time to face it together."

'When are you going to get it in your head? We're in this together!'

As Harry and Hermione walked to Transfiguration, they were met with the whole class staring at the pair.

"This is just unnerving," Hermione whispered as they walked to take their seats.

Harry saw Ron looking at him strangely. "Tell me about it,"

"Longbottom, kindly do not reveal that you can't even perform a simple Switching Spell in front of anyone from Durmstrang!" Professor McGonagall barked at the end of the particularly difficult lesson, during which Neville had accidentally transplanted his own ears onto a cactus.

Harry flinched. "That's a bit mean," He said as he left the classroom.

"Haven't you noticed?" Hermione questioned.

"Noticed what?"

Hermione sighed. "One day, Harry Potter," She mumbled. "The teachers are cleaning up Hogwarts, Harry. We walked by a portrait getting cleaned, though it looked displeased. Even The suits of armor are gleaming and moving without squeaking. Filch scared a few first-years to death a day ago. And you're telling me you haven't noticed anything?"

"Oh," was all Harry said. He has not noticed any of that. "Guess I haven't noticed."

"You noticed Flitwick tense but didn't notice the Castle looking spiffed up?" Hermione asked with amusement. "Or any of the other teachers looking tense?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess it's a talent," making Hermione laugh.

"Oh, yeah?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "And what talent might that be?"

Harry shrugged again. Hermione laughed again and bumped their shoulders again.

Walking into the Great Hall, they noticed many people staring a Harry.

"Do these people have nothing to do?" Harry hissed. He hoped Malfoy wasn't stupid enough to walk by the Gryffindor table or someone's going six feet deep into the ground.

"Ignore them, Harry," Hermione whispered. Harry had no idea how Hermione stayed so calm.

As lunch went on, it seemed like Harry's hopes were coming true.

"Hey, Potter!"

Harry sighed and then took a deep breath to calm down.

"I'm talking to you, Potter!"

Hermione had to hold Harry from jumping up and strangling Malfoy. "Unless you want a one-way ticket to the hospital wing, you should move along, Malfoy," Hermione said coldly.

McGonagall noticed the conversation and began to walk to the three as soon as she saw Harry tense up.

"Don't talk to me, Mudblood!" Malfoy yelled.

Before anyone could blink, Harry got up, "Stupefy!" he yelled as he shot a stunner, causing Malfoy's eyes to widen before he got struck and flew across the hall. A loud crack followed Malfoy's fall.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed.

" !" McGonagall scolded.

"You heard him, Professor," Harry said far more calmly than he felt.

"POTTER!" Snape yelled, cutting off Professor McGonagall's response. "Just like your father -"

"I'm also my mother," Harry cut in coldly, stunning Snape. "Not like you knew her. I doubt she would go anywhere near you," Harry said, trying to dig the knife deeper in Snape's chest. He claims to love my mother but makes her son a living hellhole, Harry thought. He packed up his stuff and left the Great Hall.

Harry walked to the Black lake and splashed the cold water on his face. A few moments later, he heard footsteps.

"Would you believe me if I said I was fine?" Harry asked, already knowing it was Hermione.

"No," Hermione responded. "Malfoy has a concussion."

"Only a concussion?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded. "Less than he deserves."

Hermione said nothing as she sat down with him. "Are you alright?"

"I will be," Hopefully. Harry said. "Just a rough day."

"Yeah, I know," Hermione said.

"Thank you," He blurted out. "For being here today," Harry added, seeing Hermione's confused face.

Hermione smiled. "Of course, Harry."

"I hexed Malfoy before you did," Harry teased after a moment of silence.

Hermione huffed. "It wasn't even a hex, and I suppose I didn't want to get detention," She said. "I mean, can you imagine me hexing Malfoy in front of the whole school?"

Harry laughed, and It soon started into a full-on belly laugh. He didn't know why he found that scenario so funny.

"Can you…" He trailed off, laughing too much to complete a coherent sentence.

"Could you imagine McGonagall's face if you did hex Malfoy?" Harry said, his voice with mirth. "I think she'll be too shocked that her favorite student hexed someone to give you detention."

Hermione flushed and ducked her head. She had a small smile on her face.

"We have to go to Defense, you know," Hermione cut in after a few minutes of silence.

Harry took one last look at the Black Lake, remembering he'll have to save a hostage in February. Most likely its's going to be Hermione. Harry thought bitterly. He didn't want Hermione anywhere near the lake, but knowing Hermione, she'll insist on going. Getting and throwing his bag over his shoulder, he offered his hand to Hermione, who took it and got up. "Ready?" He asked. She nodded, and the pair went off to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Harry's stomach growled loudly as he and Hermione were walking to dinner. Hermione stifled her laughter behind her hand. "That's what you get for not eating earlier."

"I was too busy hexing Malfoy," Harry responded, ignoring Hermione's contradiction about it not being a hex.

"Please restrain yourself from stunning anyone," Hermione said with exasperation. Harry seemed to think about it before Hermione slapped his shoulder. "I'm serious."

"Ok, fine. As long as someone doesn't say anything stupid."

"Unbelievable," Hermione mumbled.

As the pair were eating dinner, Ron sat across them. Harry sat there, wearily.

"You ok, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry said flatly.

"Good," Ron responded. "So you're not going mental?" Harry tensed up, and Hermione shot him a glare.

"Harry is not going mental," Hermione snapped. "The brain is arguably the most important organ we have. Just because we can't cure what happens in our brain like we can with a broken bone does not mean Harry is going mental!"

"Hermione," Harry cut in softly. Hermione instantly took a deep breath, calming down, but she still had a death glare aimed at Ron. "I'm fine now," Harry said, looking at Ron.

Ron looked sheepish at his insensitivity.

Dinner went by awkwardly, with Ron looking like he wanted to say something but choosing not to.

Dumbledore got up as the food disappeared. "Now that we are all fed and watered (Hermione still looked a bit miffed), I must once more ask for your attention. I am sure all of you have seen the sign on the staircase, yes?" Dumbledore asked, and excited whispers broke out. "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

Harry zoned out the lecture about the tournament's history, having no desire to know any of it. It's been a while since his Grim Reaper visited, and Harry really wanted to speak with her about Hermione and if she could know about the time-travel.

"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, cutting through Harry's thoughts, looking alarmed. Her anxiety did not seem to be shared by most students in the Hall; many of them were whispering excitedly to one another. Harry clenched his jaw and looked at Ron pointedly, but Ron looked more excited.

"... We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger."

Harry had an iron grip on the table as he didn't notice Hermione's scrutinizing stare.

"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in a few days, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy of competing for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money," Dumbledore continued.

"I'm going for it!" Fred hissed, and many of the Gryffindors agreed. Ron seemed to lit up at his brother's comment.

"However," Dumbledore started. "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration." The Great Hall was stunned.

"You're JOKING!" Fred barked, and that started off the tsunami of rejections. Dumbledore seemed to let the anger roll out this time rather than light up a firecracker.

After ten minutes of angry ranting, everyone cooled as they were now glaring at the Headmaster.

"It is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hog-warts champion." Dumbledore said with firmness in his voice. "The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in a few days and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. It is late now. You guys need to be well-rested for tomorrow's classes. Bedtime! Chop-Chop!"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron left the Great Hall, passing by the Weasly twins, who had not moved.

"One more word about how awesome being a champion would be, and I am hexing you," Harry growled at Ron as they were walking.

"Drop it, Ron," Hermione said with annoyance as Harry gave the password to the fat lady. "I wonder why he just told us about it now," she mused.

"He kinda blew a firecracker on the welcoming feast, didn't he?" Harry said.

"I guess," Hermione replied and got up. "Goodnight, Harry. I forgot I needed to do something," She said and ran to her dormitory.

"Might as well go to bed too," Harry said and went to his dormitory.

As Harry was sleeping, he had his Grim Reaper visit him.

Harry sighed in relief. "Oh, good. You're here. Listen, I need to talk to you about Hermi-"

"She knows," Harmonia interrupted, stopping Harry short.

"What?!" Harry asked in bewilderment.

"Ok, it's not like she knows knows, but she is on the right track. Her logical mind tells her it's not possible for you to time-travel, but she has evidence, Harry. Like, really good evidence."

Harry shrugged sheepishly. "Subtly is not my strong suit," He defended himself weakly.

Harmonia sighed in exasperation. "Her Grim Reaper is on my case and -"

"Woah! Hold on, Her Grim Reaper?" Harry repeated. "Do all of us have Grim Reapers?"

Harmonia rolled her eyes. "Yes, everyone has a Grim Reaper. Anyway, Like as I was saying, Hermione's Grim Reaper is on my case because she isn't supposed to know about the future and all that. When she figures it out, he's going to contemplate importing seventeen-year-old Hermione into the fourteen-year-old Hermione so she can help you. He kind of doesn't want to do that because importing someone who isn't dead back to the past is extremely difficult and dangerous. Two, it can get him, and I fired and probably banished -"

"Banished?" Harry asked as his brain caught up with the information.

"Oh, you know, something with death and we just don't exist anymore," Harmonia said nonchalantly. Harry's eyebrows shot to his hairline. "Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted. The third reason why he doesn't want to is that he might kill your soul mate," Harmonia said, not looking at Harry.

There was silence.

"Wow," Harry finally said, feeling a bit dazed. "Hermione already has the idea of me moving through time, and she isn't going to back down. Are you sure I can't just tell her?"

"Yes, no, maybe so, I don't know," Harmonia slumped.

Harry frowned. "Why would he contemplate importing seventeen-year-old Hermione?"

"Didn't you hear a word I said?" Harmonia grumbled. "Ok. You guys, as in humans, aren't supposed to know the future because you will try to prevent the future from happening and might make it worse.

Harry frowned.

"Nope, stop that. I know what you're thinking. 'Aren't I doing exactly that?' No, you aren't going to prevent Voldemort from coming back, right?"

Harry scowled. "Unfortunately," He said bitterly.

"Exactly. And you aren't stopping the second war from happening either due to not stopping Voldy. However long that war goes, Who knows. You're just here to kill Voldemort." Harmonia said. "Back to the topic, what Hermione would most likely do is ask you questions from the future. You, being all lovey-dovey with her, will most likely answer her questions. See the problem here?" Harmonia asked.

"I'm not being all lovey-dovey," Harry mumbled. "But yes, I see the problem. I couldn't exactly lie to her, even in the last timeline."

"That's the problem!" Harmonia exclaimed. She sighed. "Hermione would most likely confront you soon. I think what Harper said to me was after Halloween. She wants to see your reaction to whatever happens."

Harry's eyes widened. "What? Why?"

"Think, Harry, think! It's Halloween!" Harmonia said.

"Oh."

"Yes, Oh," Harmonia grumbled.

Harry thought for a moment. "Ok, so. Hypothetically speaking, how long will it take for Harper to import seventeen-year-old Hermione?"

Harmonia raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm looking at all the options."

"A few months," A voice suddenly said. Harry turned around and saw a man with black hair and grey eyes walking towards them.

"There's two of you now," Harry mumbled. "How long are a few months?"

Harper looked at Harmonia. She sighed. "Yes, he does ask questions."

"Hey!" Harry interjected. "I'm not that bad. Hermione would interrogate you guys for every bit of information if she saw this," He said with a smile.

"To answer your question," Harper cut in. "It will take three to four months to import your soul mate. If I do it."

Harry whistled. "oh."

"Do you think you can hold off from telling her anything?" Harper asked. Harmonia raised her eyebrows, making him sigh. "I suppose not telling your soulmate anything is asking too much. Be cautious about what you tell her."

"I'll try," Harry said.

"That's all we ask," Harmonia said, cutting through Harper's response. "You can go rest now."

Harry nodded and went back to a night of deep sleep.

Oh, Hello there!

Yes, I am contemplating adding future Hermione. With Harry's PTSD, I think she would help a lot. Hermione could help with more obviously, but I hope you guys know what I mean. Speaking about PTSD, I've always felt that tt fics missed the opportunity for some hurt/comfort moments, especially if both Hermione and Harry go back in time.

If you haven't figured it out, I hate Snape.

Halloween is the next chapter!