Godfather and Godson

by Mark Ward1

Sirius Black was always said to be a playboy. What if he taught his godson a bit of his trade. A more mature and savvy boy-who-lived heads off to Hogwarts for his fourth year. (Harry X Multi, Lemons)

28. Twenty Eight

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Chapter 131: Function Pt.2

After speaking to James Turner, the Oceania champion, Harry headed off to mingle with the gathered crowd with Hermione.

Turning to look at her, Harry smiled showing some of the playboy tendencies that he picked up from Sirius. "I nearly forgot to comment on your dress tonight."

"Oh, really?" the witch asked as she perked up. He noticed how she leaned into him waiting to hear what he had to say and share his opinion.

Hermione had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing a blue dress made of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material, and she was holding herself differently, somehow — or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back.

She was really shining beautifully tonight and that was exactly what he told her, "You look very lovely tonight," he smiled at her. "No words could express your beauty!"

"I don't know about that," Hermione said uncomfortably as her hands twitched to the sides, "all this show of wealth and power. I don't think I belong here. I-I... I feel like a frog before swans."

Lacing his fingers around her's, Harry used his other hand to lift up her toward him. "Don't ever think that of yourself. All these people you see here are just shallow deep down inside, this is just something to fill that void. They don't have your personality and your brains. You are your own person and that is what I love about you!"

"Thank you," Hermione smiled at him as he watched the tension in her shoulders leave. "Anyways I don't know what to do, this is my one dress I bought for that special occasion mentioned in the school requirement list."

"Don't worry," Harry said, "I could get you outfitted with as many dresses as you want."

"Why do you have women's clothing?" Hermione asked as she narrowed her eyes on him.

"Hey don't get the wrong idea," Harry held his hands out. "I got rooms filled with dresses and other stuff many of Potter women wore back home. I got no use for them and they are only just taking up space so I don't mind outfitting you with some."

"On that subject," Hermione as a longing look passed over her face, "you did promise to show me your family's very extensive library!"

"That I did," Harry smiled as he knew beyond dresses and jewelry what attracted Hermione's attention was book!

"Oh, you look very dashing tonight," Hermione pointed out, "You really clean up very well."

"Couldn't agree more," a voice cut in.

Turning around Harry found himself staring at Daphne Greengrass, she was in an elegant flowing green dress that fit perfectly on her and emphasizes all her womanly curves.

"Daphne," Harry greeted her betrothal with a smile as he took her in.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked. Harry was very glad to know that her tone was calm and polite, nothing of that scathing remark from before.

Harry felt like giving himself a pat on the back for a job well done. He really had out done himself the night before as the two most important women in his life were getting along very well with each other.

"Well, I got an invite so I decided to make myself present. This is after all the gathering of the season! Many members of great houses are present from all over Europe and beyond, best to get to know them and try to establish alliances!"

Seeing the confused expression on Hermione's face, Daphne smiled as she placed a comforting arm on her shoulder. "Don't worry, sister, you will get used to all this. If the things Harry has planned for you go through you will become a fish in water in no time at all. Anyways, I could teach you the ropes if you like, they are all so easy to handle; a smile here and polite thank you there and they would start thinking you are their closest ally."

"Thank you," Hermione smiled appreciatively towards Daphne, her relief clear on her face. Then eyes narrowing as she turned to look at him, she asked, "What exactly did you say Harry had planned for me?"

Under her unrelenting gaze, Harry felt like he sweated a few buckets as he gave her his best smirring smile that he could. Daphne really was a sharp one as she already had ideas of his plans even though he hadn't spoken them to anyone.

He did indeed have plans for Hermione in raising her up far from her position in life. Being a muggle born is hard in wizarding society as there isn't much opportunity for them, plus you have pure bloods exerting their own pressure on the muggleborns.

It would be a true loss having Hermione waste away as a disgruntled Ministry worker or something else that didn't fit her position.

"Don't worry about it," Daphne waved her hand. "We are the ones who really run things here," she said as she placed an arm over Hermione's shoulder and they started whispering to each other.

Looking at the two of them getting along so well and planning things out for him, Harry wondered if he made a mistake in making them reconcile with each other.

As they were milling about, it wasn't too long before they came upon some familiar faces.

Seated at a table was the other Hogwarts school champion, Cedric Diggory along with him was his plus one for the night, Cho Chang.

Cho Chang was a very popular fourth year that played for the Ravenclaw team as a Seeker. Having been sorted into Ravenclaw House, she was presumably intelligent. She was easy to get along with and was a popular student at Hogwarts, with a large group of friends and many boys who admired her for her extreme beauty.

She was of Asian descent and an extremely pretty girl with long, shiny dark hair, a petite form, small dainty nose, and assets in all the right places.

His partner or competitor whatever he was at the moment was dressed in black and yellow dress robes, while his date for the night, Cho Chang was dressed in a beautiful dark blue dress.

With a polite nod of his head, Harry greeted them, "I see that you guys came to this gathering!"

"Why wouldn't we," Cedric asked curtly.

Eyes narrowing at him for his rude tone, Harry was about to respond before Cho smacked him in the arm, "Cedric! Be polite." Then turning to them, she bowed her head, "Sorry, he is just nervous for the upcoming first trial."

Looking up at the Hufflepuff with a sore look on his face, Harry just shook his head to himself. He had thought better of the pretty boy before, but now it looks like he had been proven wrong.

For a while now there have been arguments going on between the Hogwarts students as to who was the real school champion. Lines have been drawn and opinions were made clear.

Cedric on the one hand was supported by the Hufflepuff and by some Slytherin begrudgingly just to spite him. Cedric was called the oldest wizard, the one whose name came out first, and the such.

While Harry on the other hand was supported by the majority really. This included all Gryffindors, of course, Ravenclaws, some Slytherins and even Hufflepuffs. The reason was obvious, he was the more powerful wizard, and if there was one thing that drew wizards and witches like flies it was power.

He made it clear in the Hogwarts Dueling Tournament that wasn't too long ago when he faced off against the best of the best of the school and won, including against Cedric himself that he was the most powerful student in Hogwarts.

So it was obvious why Cedric might be a sour puss, Harry did after all steal all his glory and made himself, if not intentionally, but still his opponent in the games.

"Scared he might not make it," Daphne asked, in a tone that suggested she was only making light conversation, but Harry knew an insult when he saw it.

"No nothing like that," Cho Chang smiled. While a shade of red crept into Cedric's face, but before he could make any outburst Harry saw Cho pinch him in his arm, making him settle down.

Harry couldn't help it as a ghost of a smile spread across his face, he didn't know why people said women didn't run the world when clearly they had all the men on top in their grasp.

"I guess not everyone can handle the pressure," Hermione too cut in with a polite smile as if she wasn't really talking about Cedric but everyone in general while everyone knew very well who she was referring to. "It only takes a man of strong will and confidence to make it through this. Like Harry for example," she indicated towards him.

"He is already ready and set to go."

"Really?" Cho asked as she stared up at him.

"Yep," Harry nodded his head as he took a drink off a passing waiter tray.

Snorting out loud, Cedric voiced his opinion for that, "As if! This is a secret first trial. What is there to prepare for?"

"Come on, Cedric," Cho Chang said in a tone showing how sick and tired she was getting of his attitude.

Daphne and Hermione on the other hand were just about to burst as shadows fell over their face, but Harry held out his hand for everyone to cease for a moment. "Wait," Harry said as he stared at the Hufflepuff asked with disbelief in his tone. "You don't know what the first trial even is?"

"No," Cedric answered with a shrug. "Why would I. The Headmaster made it clear as did the Tournament officials that it was a secret."

"So, you really don't know what you will be facing on Tuesday?" Harry repeated as he couldn't believe what he was hearing. What the hell had this idiot been doing the past couple weeks, didn't he even at least try to find out what was in the forest?

Shaking his head, Harry didn't even know what to say. That is the issue with so many Light Side members, they are too good of a follower they can't even decide for their own what to do. Goody two shoes who would never break the rules.

Cedric must have noticed his disappointment, because he suddenly got all defensive, "Stop acting like you know anything. You are just like the rest of us, nothing special." Turning to his partner, he voiced, "let's go, Cho."

Watching as they begin to leave with Cho Chang giving them apologetic smiles, Harry called out, "It's Dragons."

That seemed to give Cedric pause as he froze in place and Cho turned around to look at him, then the Hufflepuff carried on as if he didn't hear him, disappearing into the crowd.

"The gall of him," Hermione shook his head, "speaking down to you like that. Did he forget you beat his ass in a duel. I guess you need to do it again to give him a reminder."

Looking at his bookworm friend, Harry was surprised to hear those words leaving her mouth, usually she was the one who voiced caution and morality. Though on the other hand, he was glad to see her support as she was angry on his part.

Daphne, who was staring at him long and hard, asked, "Why did you tell him what the first trial was."

"It was only fair," Harry shrugged his shoulders, "everyone knows by now what it is."

"That doesn't matter," Daphne shook her head as her eyes narrowed, "better to see him suffer for the way he spoke to you."

"Don't worry, he would barely have time to prepare in the last few moments. Anyways," Harry smiled at her, "I plan not just to get past this trial, but to win it in a way that would wow everyone. I really couldn't care any less of his fumbling efforts."

"So you are that confident?" Hermione asked still with that shadow of worry in her.

"Confident? No, I think it is just a fact!"

Throughout the evening, Harry introduced himself to the other School Champions who were at the party.

His sole reasoning was to get to know them. The Triwizard tournament wasn't only a time for the schools to compete against one another to see who was the best. No, it was also a time for students to look outward and see the bigger wider world out there beyond just their classroom and their own little country.

Many strong alliances were created within these gatherings of schools as people made friendships beyond just their classroom and their time within the school.

Harry knew this was a good time to create friendships with people out of Magical Britain, people in high places who might assist him in against Voldemort if he ever chose to rise up.

That night he met many people; besides James Turner, and Cedric Diggory, he also had the chance to meet Viktor Krum the Bulgarian National Quidditch team Seeker, and the Durmstrang school champion.

He was a nice fella once you got past the gruff, surly and moody personality he puts on to keep others away.

He also got to meet that night Ali Abbassid the Jordan school champion. Now he was a wild host as he regaled him with many amusing stories. In the end, they were close as friends could be as they were deep within their cups and offering lewd comments to women.

A real low point for him he guessed, and he was quick to blame the alcohol as a gaggle of women surrounding him and Ali, but was pulled out in the end by the ear by Daphne and Hermione.

There were other champions at the party but they were either occupied by some folk trying to get to know them and close to them for some of that glory. Thus he was only able to meet those folk until he was approached by someone.

Standing on the balcony overlooking the Hogwarts lawn, Harry had a brief moment to himself as Daphne and Hermione went to freshen up. He was left alone and came out here to get some fresh air until someone else came to stand right next to him.

Turning around to see who it was, Harry was surprised to see it was her royal highness, Princess Catherine III.

"Your highness," Harry nodded his head to the Koldovstoretz school champion. She wasn't his Tsar or anything so there wasn't any need to bow before her.

"Mr. Potter or should We say, Duke Gryffindor," the white blond haired girl asked with a smile.

"Just Harry would do," he replied back. He wasn't surprised to hear that she already knew of that. Already people must be spying for her, to get closer. People were always bowing before those who they viewed as their superiors and who had the most clout than a princess.

"We thought the old blood had died out of Great Britain, but it seems like we are wrong. One of the four Ducial families is revived we see."

"You see correctly," Harry said as he took a sip of his drink to hide his smile. He really should have answered 'you see partially correctly', but words were words.

"We are glad then," the girl said as she held herself high. "You may seek our favor then!"

"Seek your favor," Harry laughed out loud. He knew what she meant, court her like so many of the other fools. "No," he said with a shake of his head "no thanks, usually it is the other way I believe."

Looking at the shock in her face, she slipped up, "You would have me seek your favor?"

"No, I see that is not possible so I wish you a good day," Harry said as he turned to leave.

"Wait," Catherine called out as she walked up to him. "You would seek to refuse me." Snorting out loud, " I see now why you are called an arrogant man."

"Princess, I could care a rat's ass what you think of me. I barely even know you and you come up to me telling me to pursue you. For what? A one in a hundred chance that you would dain to look in my direction. I am not one of your fawners who love kissing your ass and I am no woman's simpleton.

So like I said before, a good day to you!"

"You would be making a grave mistake if you leave here," the princess shouted.

Turning to look at her, Harry just shook his head, when she saw she couldn't get what she wanted she turned to threats and violence.

"Oh," Harry said, "and what will you do?" he asked.

"You... you.."

"Okay while you think on that, I better be on my way. Got important things to do, and all that."

This time he didn't turn back at all as he left the Russian princess out on the balcony all alone.

Chapter 132: First Trial Pt.1

The parties and gatherings continued through the weekend as party after party was thrown by one Great Wizard Lord after the other.

When Harry awoke on Monday morning, he felt the excitement nearly reaching a fever pitch throughout the school. Tomorrow would be the first trial and even though all Hogwarts students had a free today everyone was only talking about the Triwizard tournament.

Harry took this day to relax and really do nothing. His plan of action was set and he would have to count on it working out. There was no point in worrying himself sick like so many other champions were and he saw no point in going over training regimens for the last minute and tiring himself out before the big trial.

Best to lay back and relax, and that is what he did with Dobby providing all that he needed and him just taking it easy. One thing he found out that day was that the little house-elf gave a really killer massage as he got to all the aches and knots he did not even know he had.

Harry made himself separate from everyone around him, to spend some alone time before the big day.

The next day, after he had himself a very light breakfast, Professor McGonagall hurried over to him in the Great Hall. Lots of people were watching as he wasn't the only one approached, other school champions were spoken to by their respected school master. While he and Cedric were approached by their respected Head of House.

"Potter, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now..." she said in a low tone, then taking a pause she uttered, "You have to get ready for your first task."

"Okay," Harry said, standing up, his fork falling onto his plate with a clatter.

"Good luck, Harry," Hermione whispered. "You'll be fine!"

"Yea, you got this," Neville reassured him.

"Give them hell Harry," Fred and George shouted in unison.

"Waiting for you to win," Colin gushed.

"Thanks," Harry said to his friends, who all supported him through this.

He left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall. She didn't seem herself at all, she looked nearly as anxious as Hermione had been. As she walked him down the stone steps and out into the cold November afternoon, she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Now, don't panic," she said when really she could have used those words herself. "Just keep a cool head when the first trail begins... You don't have to show off or even win this, just surviving would do. And we got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand... The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any the worse of you...'

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall," Harry said as he smiled at her reassuringly. "I got this!"

She was leading him toward the place where the dragons were, around the edge of the forest, but when they approached the clump of trees behind which the enclosure would be clearly visible, Harry saw that a tent had been erected, its entrance facing them, screening the dragons from view.

"You're to go in here with the other champions," said Professor McGonagall, in a rather shaky sort of voice, "and wait for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is in there... he'll be telling you the — the procedure. . . . Good luck."

"Thanks," Harry said, in a cheerful voice as if he just wasn't about to go up against fucking Dragons! Professor McGonagall gave him one final glance and then left him at the entrance of the tent. Harry went inside.

Walking inside the tent, Harry saw that a few champions were already in. Fleur Delacour was sitting in a corner on a low wooden stool. She didn't look nearly as composed as usual, but rather pale and clammy. Her fingers twitched to the side of her skirt which she held in a death grip.

Viktor Krum looked even surlier than usual, which Harry supposed was his way of showing nerves. Though other than that he kept it well inside.

Tang Zhou was also here as he seemed to be meditating on his chair to get rid of all distractions before the trial.

Cedric was pacing up and down the tent which had plenty of room, so he had space to wear himself out.

James Turner was toning some strange contraption in his own little corner.

While Sinopa Zuni and Jasmine Senna were speaking in low tones together as they seem to have formed a fast friendship.

When Harry entered, Viktor gave him a small nod, which Harry returned. And James gave him a wave which he returned as well.

"Harry! Good-o!" Bagman said happily, looking around at him. "Come in, come in, make yourself at home!" Bagman looked somehow like a slightly overblown cartoon figure, standing amid all the pale-faced champions. He was wearing his old Wasp robes again with his slack personality and his usual smile.

"Good morning, Bagman," Harry nodded his head to the man.

"Indeed a very good morning," the man said, "glad to see that you could make it."

Raising a single eyebrow, Harry made no comment, he didn't fault the man for thinking that he might have run away. "So where are the rest of the champions?"

"They should be arriving any minute now."

Just then a fight broke out, turning around Harry saw Cedric and Fleur arguing with each other.

"Why can't you just take a seat?" Fleur was shouting.

"Why do you care what I do?" Cedric was returning fire.

"I care bécaus yo' ar distracting everyone," Fleur answered back.

"Can't agree anymore there," Viktor nodded his head.

Turning his scathing look at the seeker, Cedric growled, "This has nothing to do with you. So stay out of it!"

"Alright, alright," Bagman said, breaking things up. "You are all on edge. I sure was before a big game. Just breathe it out."

"You English and yur mannairs," Fleur muttered as she turned her head away.

"Hey what's that supposed to mean," Cedric shouted.

Bagman tried his best but scathing remarks were thrown around willy nilly. Soon more champions were drawn in and Harry was just waiting for a full on fight to break out any time soon.

And that was the scene that Hinako Miya walked into hurrying along as she called out. "Sorry I am late!" Then she drew up short as she saw everyone at each their throat.

Looking around uncertainty the young Japanese witch slowly walked to a corner as she kept herself as close to the tent wall as possible.

Then Sílvia Santos the champion for Castelobruxo entered and she was brave enough to ask, "What's going on here?"

"You don't even want to know," Harry answered.

Finally Ali Abbassid came in, who looked like he came from a really wild party, "Hey Harry," he called out. Then looking around the room, he whispered to him, "What's going on?"

"Drama and what not," Harry shrugged his shoulders.

Then at long last entered Catherine III who just stared at everyone and made no effort to even get to know what was happening as she seemed to care less. He did notice her eyes rested a while on him as they narrowed into slits.

Harry didn't pay any attention to her.

He could care less what her royal highness thought of him or for that matter the whole royal Russian family. They were no friends of his so there was no point in trying to seek an alliance with them.

The Tsar and his line have been a dark family since antiquity, they had gone on to fund many of Dark Lords, most prominent in recent history being Grindelwald himself.

They have tried many times to reach their hands towards Europe, but the European wizarding communities have been able to keep them back.

So if he had offended her royal highness then too bad, she would just have to deal with it because he didn't care.

Seeing that they were all here, Bagman seemed to be glad to get on with his job for the day and step back from those arguments. "Well, now we're all here, it is time to fill you in!" he said happily.

"When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" he said as he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them. "From it, you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different — er — varieties, you see, different species of dr-... I mean creatures you will each have to face. And I have to tell you something else too ... O, yes ... your task is to collect the golden egg!"

"Is zat it?" Catherine III asked, "just get the golden egg?"

"Yes," Bagman nodded his head, "you safely get the egg, you pass. The Headmasters and mistress will score you on how well and effectively you collect the egg. Other than that, your strategy of getting past the dra-... I mean beast is up to you."

"Zat sounds easy, arre you sure zere isn't more to it?" Catherine asked with a bored expression.

"Did you just 'ear 'im, we will 'ave to face dragons! How does zat sound easy to you?"

"Wait, you aren't supposed to know that," Bagman uttered in complete shock and surprise.

However he was ignored as Catherine shrugged her shoulder, "So?"

That was the moment that everyone heard the crowds coming in. Even all the way here hundreds upon hundreds of voices could be heard from beyond the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, joking, and having a good time all around.

The games have just began!

"Okay, let's get started," Bagman said as he opened the neck of the purple silk sack.

"Ladies first," he said, offering it to the females first. Catherine stepped up first as she put a hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon — a Chinese Fireball. It had the number six around its neck.

Then Fleur came up as she drew a perfect model of a dragon, or more specifically a Welsh Green dragon with a number four on it. After her, Sílvia came up drawing out her own model of a dragon and quickly all the girls collected their own little models with numbers on them

"Alright boys," Bagman said as he turned the bag over to them, "your turn!"

This time it was Krum who stepped up first. He pulled out the grayish black Hebridean Black. It had a number five around its neck. He didn't even blink, just sat back down and stared at the ground.

Stepping up after him was Zhou who calmly pulled out a Hungarian Horntail with a number ten on it.

Cedric put his hand into the bag, and out came the blueish-gray Swedish Short-Snout, the number two tied around its neck.

Then Ali came up and drew out a Ukrainian Ironbelly with a one on it. Soon only Harry was left as everyone else withdrew their own little model.

Knowing what was left, Harry put his hand into the silk bag and pulled out the Norwegian Ridgeback, and the number twelve on it. It stretched its wings as he looked down at it, and bared its minuscule fangs.

"Well, there you are!" Bagman said happily as he closed the bag up. "You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragons, do you see? Now, I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because I'm commentating. Mr. Abbassid, you're first, just go out into the enclosure when you hear a whistle, all right? Now . . . Harry . . . could I have a quick word? Outside?"

"Er . . . yes," Harry said with a shrug, and he got up and went out of the tent with Bagman, who walked him a short distance away, into the trees, and then turned to him with a fatherly expression on his face. "Feeling alright, Harry? Anything I can get you?"

Raising an eyebrow, Harry just looked at him.

"Got a plan?" Bagman asked, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Because I don't mind sharing a few pointers, if you'd like them, you know. I mean," Bagman continued, lowering his voice still further, "you're the underdog here, Harry. . . . Anything I can do to help . . ."

"I am good," Harry said politely so as not to sound rude, "I got a plan already to handle the task at hand, thanks."

"Nothing to be shy about, Harry," Bagman said, winking at him. "I got a lot betting on you winning this round... I mean we are all counting on you... so!"

"I am good," Harry said, "and I think someone is calling you."

"Good lord, I've got to run!" Bagman said in alarm as he did indeed spot someone waving him over, and he hurried off. Harry walked back to the tent and saw Ali emerging from it, and Harry wished him good luck as he walked past, to which the wizard smiled with confidence.

Harry went back inside to the other champions. Seconds later, they heard the roar of the crowd, which meant Ali had entered the enclosure and was now face-to-face with the living counterpart of his model.

Sitting back in his seat, Harry listened closely to try to get an idea of what was going on outside.

The crowd screamed . . . yelled . . . gasped like a single many-headed entity, as Ali did whatever he was doing to get past the Ukrainian Ironbelly. Bagman's commentary did make everything a bit easier to understand as Harry heard:

"Oooh, very narrow miss there, very narrow."

"He's taking risks with his summoned creatures!"

"Pity there goes one summoned creature! Now make that two, folks!" And then, after about ten minutes, Harry heard the deafening roar that could mean only one thing: Ali had gotten past his dragon and captured the golden egg.

"Very good indeed!" Bagman was shouting. "And now the marks from the judges!" But he didn't shout out the marks; Harry supposed the judges were holding them up and showing them to the crowd. "One down, a few more to go ladies and gentlemen!" Bagman yelled as the whistle blew again.

"Mr. Diggory, if you please!" Cedric was trembling from head to foot; Harry felt a bit bad for him as the boy barely had any time to prepare these last few days while everyone else had weeks on hand. Everyone else in the tent stayed silent, avoiding each other's gaze.

The same process started again as Bagman made his commentary. "Oh I'm not sure that was wise!" they could hear Bagman shouting gleefully.

"Good Lord... he is on fire. NO literally. Someone get a mediwitch in here."

"Thank Merlin, he will make it," Bagman said after a while as Cedric's situation was assessed. "Please folk don't try this at home. Dragons are no joking matter."

"Now then can Miss Fleur come up!"

Getting up on shaky feet, the witch/Veela looked ready to fall over any second now.

"It's okay, you got this," Harry voiced out loud in support as he gave her a nod and a soft smile.

"Thank you," the girl replied with a weak smile as she headed out.

"Alright, here we go," Bagman said as he made the usual commentaries until Fleur finally passed.

"Miss Miya, you're up," Bagman called as the Japanese girl got up and headed out with her katana in hand.

"Oh . . . nearly had it! Careful now . . . good lord, I thought she'd had it then!" Ten minutes later, Harry heard the crowd erupt into applause once more. . . . Hinako Miya must have been successful too. A pause, while Miya's marks were being shown . . . more clapping . . . then, the whistle blew calling the next champion.

"And here comes Mr. Krum!" Bagman cried, and Krum slouched out.

"Very daring!" Bagman was yelling, and Harry heard the Hebridean Black emit a horrible, roaring shriek, while the crowd drew its collective breath. "That's some nerve he's showing — and — yes, he's got the egg!" Applause shattered the wintery air like breaking glass; Krum had finished.

"May her royal highness come up!"

Getting up the princess left without a word, Harry listened closely to Bagman commentary, but for the first time he heard nothing at all for a long while.

Then finally Bagman said, "Y-yes, the score..."

"Okay, Miss Santos please come up," the man said, which had Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Champion after champion headed out to face their own respective dragon, the tent slowly emptied out before only Harry was left.

"See you on the other side," James said as he left the tent.

Harry nodded his head and sat still in his seat, his turn would come any moment now.

Chapter 133: First Trial Pt.2

And then Harry heard it, his name being called out, "Now, can our last champion please step forward," Bagman called out.

Harry stood up, noticing how empty the tent was, now that every champion had already gone up and faced their own respective dragon.

Harry then heard the whistle blow. He walked out through the entrance of the tent, the bright lights assaulting his vision and taking him a moment to get used to it. He was now walking past the trees, through a gap in the enclosure fence.

Finally, he saw the stadium that must have been set up at a moment's notice because he was sure that it wasn't there yesterday on the front lawn. Someone standing there waving him over to enter from the champion's entrance. Doing so, Harry entered the ground floor of the stadium which was kind of reminiscent of a gladiator arena.

"There he is folks," Bagman shouted, "our youngest champion!"

There was clapping and shouting all around as Harry took in the people in the stadium.

There were thousands and thousands of faces staring down at him from stands. Not only were they made up of Hogwart students and the other schools, but they also had a multitude of varying nationalities in the mix which far surpassed the students' body number.

He saw that they were from all over the globe, each countrymen coming here to support their school. Seated on the high box seats, he spotted Sirius along with what he imagined were the other champions' family members since he spotted Mr. Diggory who he knew and other folks that shared similar features with the champions.

It was like the World Cup all over again, as everyone and their mother and grandmother decided to show up.

Harry also noticed that his Mirror Tellys were present in the stadium as well, there were four giant screens each at one cardinal direction showing the live recording of him down on the ground floor. He was glad to see them, he gave them to the tournament with the promise that it would take the games to the next level.

This was his whole plan really, sell the Mirror Telly on the basis that you could watch the tournament live from your own living room couch.

Head spinning around, Harry watched as the gates opposite to him slowly began to open.

Entering were Dragon keepers each pulling a long piece of chain that seemed to take a considerable effort as what they were pulling resisted a lot.

"And here it comes," Bagman shouted with excitement in his voice.

And there was the Norwegian Ridgeback, at the other end of the chains, it crouched low as it shook its head like a wet dog from side to side to fight back against the Dragon keepers, her wings were half-furled, and her claws gouging deep trench on the ground. Even with her best efforts, the dragon keepers were still able to bring her in and chain her in place.

One Dragon Keeper came up and laid a nest before her and the other Dragon Keepers had to pull her back before she could snap down on the poor man just trying to do his job. Then he laid down the golden egg which he was to retrieve and Norberta let out a low whine as she wrapped her wings around the egg protectively and stared at the dragon keepers with her yellow eyes as if daring them to take it again.

Stepping back, the Dragon Keepers retreated beyond the gates where they came from. Within reach, but out of the stadium grounds.

That left him and only Norberta who turned her eyes upon him as her monstrous, scaly, black spiked tail thrashed behind her leaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground. The crowd was making a great deal of noise, from "whoo" to "ahh". Harry didn't care as his attention was focused on the dragon. It was time to do what he had to do.

"So what will young Harry Potter do to get the egg?" Bagman asked, making his usual commentary.

Harry quickly answered him in kind as he began to slowly walk up to Norberta.

"Okay, now that is a bit too close to comfort," Bagman laughed uncomfortably. "Young Potter is within range of a dragon breath so he better do what he has planned, now."

However Harry wasn't listening to him anymore as his eyes slowly transformed into dragon slits. He didn't go full dragon mode, no it was just partial dragon mode, something he had been practicing for a while now.

Norberta was quickly drawn to his eyes as she pulled out short, Harry continued walking up to her and began to hiss at her, not the tongue of serpents, but dragons. He had evolved past that, no longer was he just in the shadow of Voldermort, now he was seeking to create his own.

He wouldn't let whatever that psycho might have done to him as a child taint him and his future, he would be his own man not some mere reflection of that psycho.

The crowd on the other hand was making a lot of noises, Bagman was shouting something, but Harry wasn't even listening so he didn't catch what the man was saying, but you would clearly sense the panic in his tone.

But then a second later, something miraculous happened...

Harry walked all the way up to the dragon until he was just spitting distance from it and reached out a tentative hand which Norberta sniffed and let out a shrill cry as she nearly tackled him to the ground, however thankfully the chains stopped her from doing it.

"So you do remember me, you big old overgrown lizard," Harry laughed out loud. "It's so good to see you too, Norberta!"

The dragon began to spread its wings wide as it shrieked out loud in draconic hiss and snarls that no one but him could understand.

"Yes, yes," Harry said, "I know you don't want to be here."

"Great Scott, he can talk to the dragon!" Bagman commented as the crowd watched on in awe and surprise. "Are you watching this, Dumbledore?"

"Yes, I can see that Mr. Bagman," the old man smiled.

"Now," Harry said as his arms transformed into scaly claws and he began to tear up the chains binding Norberta.

"What is he doing?" Bagman asked in shock and surprise.

"Could I get that egg you have?" Harry asked the dragon as he nodded at the gold one, gleaming in the afternoon sunshine, residing safely in-between the dragon's front legs.

Letting out an angry hiss, the dragon stood up on its hind legs as it stared at him angrily.

"It isn't even your real egg," Harry said with an eye roll as he finished breaking the last few chains. "When did you pop a golden egg, you bird brain?"

Looking from the egg latched in its taloned claws then back at him, the dragon uttered a noise so familiar to a, "huh?" that Harry couldn't help chuckling as he leaned forward to break off the collar around its neck.

"Okay you give me that egg and I will give you yours. How does that sound?"

Tentivatily handing over the golden egg, Harry took it into his own hands while Bagman began to yell. "Would you look at that!" the man shouted. "Will you look at that! Our youngest champion is the quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Mr. Potter!"

"Could you give back her egg?" Harry turned his gaze to the Dragon Keepers who were peering at him with open mouths.

Norberta turned her long serpentine neck around as she remembered them, and then let out a loud shriek of anger and fury as she got ready to pounce on them to seek righteous revenge.

"Okay, okay," Harry said as he rested a draconic arm on her snout that froze the dragon in place with none to little effort. "Take it easy. This wasn't their fault. They will be giving you your egg back soon. Right," he called out to the Dragon Keeper.

"Bring her egg," a voice called out which turned out to be Charlie.

Someone quickly brought it forth and Charlie took it in hand and stepped into the arena. "Sorry," he said as he bowed his head to the dragon. "We never meant to do this to you, but..."

"It's okay," Harry said, speaking for Norberta.

Taking her egg gently with her clawed talons, Norberta let out a loud bellow of steam at Charlie which messed up his hair.

Just then everyone's head spun around as they heard loud earth shaking roars from the enclave the dragons were, then they saw a large jet of flame that had gasps from the stands.

"Shit," Charlie swore as his eyes nearly looked like they would be popping over. Shit was right, because Harry saw two dragons take to the air, one the Romanian Longhorn and the other the Swedish Short-Snout.

That seemed to be the moment that everyone seemed to go crazy. There was screaming and fainting all around as people started to try to clear out of the stands. The dragons seemed to take notice as their eyes narrowed on the wizards and witches who were just moments ago enjoying watching them put on spectacles.

Those two dragons weren't the only two to escape as more dragons started taking to the air. To make matters worse they quickly followed behind the incoming dragons.

Just as they arrived and ready to rain terror on the mass hysteria crowd of wizards, a loud roar that seemed to eclipse anything that let those dragon's maw echoed around the stadium.

That roar seemed to freeze all the dragons in place as they turned to look down towards the arena ground where a half man/ half-dragon stood.

Harry roared out a command in the hissing growling tongue of the dragons and they ceased trying to attack the wizarding folk in the stands. All of them slowly started circling above in the sky at his command. Harry furrowed his eyebrows when he only saw 10 dragons in the air and not 11, but eased past it for later.

"I can't believe it," Bagman whispered, "he is somehow controlling all the dragons."

"Folks, I must say this is indeed the most amazing and spectacular display I have seen so far today. And that is even counting what her royal highness did today. And the other champions as well. Not only as he tamed his dragon, but he has saved everyone's bacon here today and took control of all the other dragons."

"Alright, why don't we tally up the points, huh. Mr. Potter has after all collected his egg, and finished the trial," Bagman commented.

Quickly the Headmasters started putting up their numbers. Each one put up a 10, Igor tried to put up a 7 but Norberta snapped at him and the man recoiled back as he changed it to a 10.

"A perfect score!" Bagman shouted. "110 points, the highest any champion got!"

Harry gave one final command to the dragons and slowly transformed back into his human form.

He saw the dragon keepers rushing forward to watch as the dragons took to the air, and soon flap their wings over at the entrance to the stadium and quickly disappear in the horizon.

"Don't worry," Harry said to Charlie, "they will be back at the reserve. Or at least I hope so."

Professor McGonagall, Professor Vector, and Hagrid were hurrying to meet him, all of them waving him toward them, their smiles evident even from this distance.

He headed back to the entrance which he came from while the noise of the crowd pounded against his eardrums. They all seem to have gone wild as loud, earth shaking clapping and cheering filled the air.

"That was excellent, Potter!" Professor McGonagall cried as he left the arena grounds — which from her was extravagant praise. He noticed her hand shook as she rested an arm on his shoulder and pat him on the back.

"You'll need to see Madam Pomfrey. Over there, she's had to heal up Diggory already. . . ."

"Yeh did it, Harry!" Hagrid said with a wide beaming grin on his shaggy bearded face.

"Yeh did it! An' you took me advice," he said with tears at the corner of his eyes.

"I guess I did," Harry smiled, "Thanks, Hagrid," Harry said loudly, so that Hagrid wouldn't blunder on and reveal that he had shown Harry the dragons beforehand. Professor Vector looked very pleased too; her eyes showing how glad she was to see him make it through the trial unscathed.

"Nice and easy does the trick, Mr. Potter," she smiled.

"Right then, Mr. Potter, the first aid tent, please," Professor McGonagall pointed to the healing tent. "Pomfrey was screaming she needs to see every champion even if they are okay."

Harry walked out of the stadium, and saw Madam Pomfrey standing at the mouth of a second tent, looking worried. "Dragons!" she said, in a disgusted tone, pulling Harry inside. The tent was divided into cubicles; he could make out Cedric's shadow through the canvas, but Cedric didn't seem to be badly injured; he was sitting up, at least.

Madam Pomfrey examined Harry's shoulder, talking furiously all the while. "Last year dementors, this year dragons, what are they going to bring into this school next? Thank Morgon that I see no injury on you, you're in a much better state than some. Still, let me give you a check up for safety measures," she said as she poked his shoulder with her wand.

"Now, just sit quietly for a minute — sit! You look in proper order," she said as she did a complete analysis on him. "Too good of an order," she muttered under her breath.

"Are we done, Madam Pomfrey?" Harry asked with an eye roll.

"Fine, go ahead," she said as she bustled out of the tent and he heard her go next door and say, "How does it feel now, Diggory?" Harry didn't want to sit still, he got to his feet, wanting to see what was going on outside, but before he'd reached the mouth of the tent, his friends came darting inside. He did not know how they got past everyone else, but he was glad to see them. "Harry, you were brilliant!" Hermione said squeakily. There were fingernail marks on her face where she had been clutching it in fear.

"You were amazing! You really were!" Colin shouted with joy, jumping up and down.

"You should have seen Draco's face," Neville said with a smile. "He was dancing with joy when you walked up to the dragon, then how it fell when you took control of it so well."

"You were the best, you know, no competition," Fred said.

"Yeah, you should have seen the other champions, so much for the best, ha," George said. "We would have done so much better if we entered."

Picking up his golden egg, Harry let the voices of his close friends wash over him and he just sat back in his seat listening to them, and smiling at the right time.

"Why don't you guys leave Harry alone for a while. It must have taken a lot out of him to go up against all the dragons," Daphne said.

"Yeah," Hermione nodded his head. "Give him time to rest."

"I'm fine," Harry said, but no one was listening to him as everyone cleared out with "yeah" and "okay".

"Alright fine," Harry said, accepting that his life would be controlled by the woman near him.

It was at that moment someone came into the tent, Hermione shouted without looking back, "We are taking no visitors!"

"I wonder if you could give me a quick word?" Turning to look who it was, Harry saw that it was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them. "Congratulations, Harry!" she said, beaming at him.

"Rita," Harry nodded his head. "You guys wouldn't mind, best to give a piece to the papers."

"Sure, fine," the two witches answered as Harry sat up and gave his usual piece to the public.

After everything was said and done, Harry finally had time to himself, sitting back, he heard a nearly inaudible pop and turned to see Dobby appear. He was dressed in a similar butler uniform as Tobry, the senior house-elf had been training the little guy really rigorously as he said only the best for the master of the household. And Dobby had to be best, if he wanted to be his personal house-elf.

"Master Harry," the house-elf bowed as he entered.

"Dobby," Harry nodded his head, "good job today. You made sure not to be seen."

"Yes, Master Harry," the little guys answered.

"Then congratulations are in order," Harry said as he got up and got a drink. "Come drink with me."

"But Master Harry, Mr. Tobry says..."

"I insist, Dobby, you did excellent today. I knew I could count on you to release all the dragons."

Reluctantly coming over, Harry poured the house-elf a drink and raised it in cheer as he took a sip.

Really the name of the game is to see who can create the greatest spectacle! And Harry won that by all margin with what he had done.

So what if he had bent the rules, winning this tournament was his goal. He might have had no goal in entering in the first place, but now that he was in, he would win no matter what.

Not just for the vain glory and honor, but because it would spread his name far and wide, much wider than it was right now. And that would bring more people under his banner to fight against Voldemort.

Chapter 134: Bash

"Come on," Lavender said as she helped him walk down the hallway with a blind fold on.

"We'd better get downstairs for your surprise party, Harry — Fred and George should have nicked enough food from the kitchens by now," Neville voiced. Then pausing, he muttered, "I don't think I should have said that."

"Come on it's obvious," Harry said with an eye roll which none of them could see.

"Well everyone is waiting for you, Mr. guest of the hour," Ginny uttered right beside him.

Hearing Parvati give the password to the Fat Lady, they all entered the Gryffindor tower.

"Okay, you can pull it off," Hermione said, which he did so.

Sure enough, when he removed his blindfold, the Gryffindor common room exploded with cheers and yells. Every Gryffindor seemed to have shown up today as they all had bright smiles and backs straight as they were filled with pride.

It wasn't only Gryffindor students in the common room as he saw plenty of Ravenclaw including Luna and even Cho Chang along with other familiar faces from his year like Sue Li, Padma Patil, Lisa Turpin, and Terry Boot.

Plus he saw some Hufllepuffs in the house as well along with Slytherin students thrown in. And what really surprised him was when he saw some of the students from the other schools as well.

There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface; Lee Jordan had let off some Filibuster's Fireworks, so that the air was thick with stars and sparks; and Colin, who was very good at drawing, had put up some impressive new banners, most of which depicted Harry being circled high above with dragons and one dragon which had to be Norberta standing right next to him, though a couple showed Cedric with his body on fire.

Harry helped himself to food; he really was hungry after only having the light breakfast, and sat down with Neville and Hermione.

"Blimey, this is heavy," George voiced, picking up the golden egg, which Harry had left on a table, and weighing it in his hands.

Glancing at the egg, Harry didn't know what to make of it. The schoolmasters gave all the champions a briefing on the nature of the next trial earlier today. The egg was the key to the second trial.

They all had a nice long break before the second task, which will take place at half past nine on the morning of February the twenty-fourth. So there was plenty of time to uncover the mystery of the egg.

"Open it, Harry, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!" Fred egged him on.

"He's supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione said swiftly. "It's in the tournament rules."

"I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too," Harry muttered, so only Hermione could hear him, and she grinned rather guiltily.

"Yeah, go on, Harry, open it!" several people echoed. George passed Harry the egg, and Harry dug his fingernails into the groove that ran all the way around it and prised it open.

It was hollow and completely empty — but the moment Harry opened it, the most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room. The nearest thing to it Harry had ever heard was the ghost orchestra at Nearly Headless Nick's deathday party, who had all been playing the musical saw.

"Shut it!" Lavender bellowed, her hands over her ears.

"What was that?" Susan asked, staring at the egg as Harry slammed it shut again. "Sounded like a banshee. . . . Maybe you've got to get past one of those next, Harry!"

"It was someone being tortured!" Neville said, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the floor. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be an idiot, Neville, that's illegal," Angelina said though she looked unsure of herself as she said it. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing . . . maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry."

"Whatever it is I will be ready to face it," Harry uttered as he set the egg to the side.

"Hear, Hear," Fred and George shouted which the occupants of the room echoed.

"Want a jam tart, Harry?" Fred asked. Harry looked doubtfully at the plate he was being offered, then back at Fred who was grinning. "It's all right," he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch for!"

"Thanks, but no thanks," Harry said, "I don't think I want to be one of your guinea pigs to test your latest prank."

Poor Neville on the other hand bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out. Fred and George began to laugh together as they saw the curdled expression on Neville's face.

"Just my little joke, Neville. . . ." Fred said, backing off slowly as Neville looked at the twins with murder in his eyes.

"Yeah," George echoed, grinning at the boy. Then he let out a high-pitched squeak as Neville began to chase them around the room.

Harry had a good laugh as he sat back on the couch, enjoying the evening with his friends.

It was only on the next day that Harry started looking into how each champion did on their trail.

He did have the live recording, but why watch it when you can get a minute by minute commentary on what happened. The next morning, Colin was kind enough to go into exact detail for him on what happened since he wasn't there to see how each champion did.

"Oh, poor Cedric did this weird thing where he Transfigured a rock on the ground and turned it into a dog. Then he was trying to make the dragon go for the dog instead of him. Well, it was a pretty cool bit of Transfiguration, and it sort of worked, because he did get the egg, but he got burned as well — the dragon changed its mind halfway through and decided it would rather have him than the Labrador; he only just got away partially as he was burned," Colin told him excitedly.

"And that Fleur girl tried this sort of Enchantment, I think she was trying to put it into a trance as she messed with the dragon's head. Well, that kind of worked, it went all sleepy, but then it snored, and this great jet of flame shot out, and her skirt caught fire — she put it out with a bit of water out of her wand," he laughed.

"That Ali guy, he sent out demons at the dragon, they were big and scary, but not as big and scary as the dragon. He made them fight the dragon while he got the egg."

"They are called djinn, not demons," Hermione clarified as she took her seat at the Hogwarts table.

"Okay," the boy nodded his head as he excitedly got back to his story on hand, "that Hinako girl. I thought she would be eaten as she was my size, but she fought the dragon with her weird sword and was even able to injure it."

"And Krum — you won't believe this, but he didn't even think of flying! Hit it with some sort of spell right in the eye. Only thing is, it went trampling around in agony and nearly squashed him, he barely got out safely as the dragon went mad."

"James, I don't know what he did, but he pulled out this strange contraption that trapped the dragon in a stasis field which it could barely get out. And then he had another contraption, a small doll to go for the egg."

"That Sílvia, man, you won't believe it, but she actually transformed into one of those dinosaurs they keep!"

"Which one?" Harry asked as he perked up.

"A T-Rex," he answered as he was too giddy with joy.

"I don't really understand what Tang did, but he drew some letters in the air and they grew so big that they started wrapping around the dragon like chains keeping it in place."

Telling him more about how the other champions did, Colin got to the last person. "Man, that princess girl, she was the second best after you in points. She just walked up into the stadium and with none too little effort, she just froze the dragon to death as it shattered into a million pieces. The dragon keepers weren't too happy about that as one of Fred and George's older brother was shouting at the schoolmasters."

Nodding his head, Harry knew he had to watch out for her royal highness, she was the after all the one contender that might have him beat.

"Thanks, Colin," Harry said as he messed with the little kid's head. "You will be a fine commentator one day!"

"If I may have your attention," Professor McGonagall called out. They were back in classes now, the excitement of the first trial had slowly died down as the guests left and everyone got sick of talking about the tournament numerous times.

It was the end of the lesson; they had finished their work; the guinea fowl they had been changing into guinea pigs had been shut away in a large cage on Professor McGonagall's desk (Neville's still had feathers); they had copied down their homework from the blackboard ("Describe, with examples, the ways in which Transforming Spells must be adapted when performing Cross-Species Switches").

The bell was due to ring at any moment, so everyone was excited to leave and have done with their day.

"Sit down, sit down," Professor McGonagall waved her hand for them to be seated as she gave a stern look at whoever didn't follow her instruction to the letter.

"I have something to say to you all," Professor McGonagall announced once she had their full undivided attention.

"The Yule Ball is approaching — a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above — although you may invite a younger student if you wish!"

Cutting her off was Lavender Brown who let out a shrill giggle. Parvati Patil nudged her hard in the ribs, her face working furiously as she too fought not to giggle. They both looked around at Harry who awkwardly coughed into his fist.

This was not good, not good at all!

Professor McGonagall ignored them as she continued on. "Dress robes will be worn, and the ball will start at eight o'clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then —" Professor McGonagall stared deliberately around the class.

"The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to — er — let our hair down," she said, in a disapproving voice. Lavender giggled harder than ever, with her hand pressed hard against her mouth to stifle the sound while Parvati joined in. Harry could see what was funny this time: Professor McGonagall, with her hair in a tight bun, looked as though she had never let her hair down in any sense.

"But that does NOT mean," Professor McGonagall went on, "that we will be relaxing the standards of behavior we expect from Hogwarts students. I will be most seriously displeased if a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way."

It was at that moment that the bell rang, and there was the usual scuffle of activity as everyone packed their bags and swung them onto their shoulders. Professor McGonagall called above the noise, "Mr. Potter — a word, if you would please."

Assuming nothing of it, Harry proceeded to the teacher's desk. Professor McGonagall waited until the rest of the class had gone, and then said, "Potter, the champions and their partners —"

"Partners, must we?" Harry asked.

Professor McGonagall looked suspiciously at him, as though she thought he was trying to be funny. "Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly. "Your dance partners."

"Can't I go at it alone?" Harry mused. "I think I am more into the lone wolf sort of thing.:

"Oh no, you will find a partner young man," Professor McGonagall said irritably. "That's what I'm telling you. Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball."

"Come on please," Harry suddenly said as he all but got on his knees. "You don't understand, I can't go with a partner. I just can't!"

"Why?" the older witch asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I will have to choose, that's why! Do you have any idea who many girls will ask me, and I will have to choose one!"

"Oh, woe is you," Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes, "every girl wants to go to the ball with you. It must be so bad to be you!"

"It is," Harry said. He did not want to choose no matter what, who he would be taking to the ball or else he would be playing favorites, and that was a big no-no.

"Well you better choose quickly the ball is in a month's time!"

"Okay, then I'm not going," Harry said, crossing his arms together.

"It is traditional," Professor McGonagall said firmly. "You are a Hogwarts champion, and you will do what is expected of you as a representative of the school. So make sure you get yourself a partner, Potter."

"But — I don't —"

"You heard me, Potter," Professor McGonagall said in a very final sort of way. "You had better make your choice."

Walking out of the classroom, Harry saw Lavender Brown standing across the room along with Parvati Patil.

"Hey, Harry," Lavender Brown called out.

'Shit,' Harry swore to himself, 'it has already begun'

"Hey, Lavender, and you too Parvati," Harry nodded at them with bright smiles. Pointing in a general direction, he quickly said before they could get anything out, "I better be going, I am late for my... needleworks!"

With that, Harry quickly ran away, not even daring to look back. His days will be soon getting a lot more difficult.

Chapter 135: Fleur Delacour (R-18)

It really wasn't good times all around for Harry, every day was a constant struggle to make sure he wasn't cornered by any one. All day, every day he had to watch his back making sure none of the girls would get the jump on him.

Turning the corner, Harry nearly jumped right out of his skin as he heard someone call his name.

Looking up he saw it was his godfather, Sirius Black. He stared at him with a raised eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong? It's like you have seen a ghost."

"Nothing, nothing," Harry was quick to answer.

"You sure?" Sirius asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry nodded his head. "I am perfectly alright."

"Oka, if you say so," Sirius shrugged his shoulder.

"So what did you want?" Harry asked, "Don't you have a class to be at soon."

"Yeah, but I believe congratulations are in order," Sirius smiled at him.

"Oh that," Harry said as he waved it off, "it was nothing, really!"

"Nothing?!" Sirius barked out, "you did real good, no you did excellent. You not only managed to survive, but you came out on top! So when I say congratulations are in order, I mean it!"

"Okay," Harry said as he couldn't help grinning broadly, "I was pretty awesome."

"You sure were," Sirius nodded his head, then he turned somber. "However we need to look outward and to your next task."

"Yes, the second task," Harry nodded his head.

"Mhm, did you look into that?" Sirius asked.

"Not yet," Harry said as he pulled the egg from right out of his Lordship ring he kept it in. "Listen to it," he said as he cracked it open.

Suddenly the awful sounds filled the secluded alcove, and Harry quickly shut it off as Sirius waved him to close it.

"What do you think it is? Banshee scream. A Hag musical?"

"No," Sirius shook his head, "that sounded more like a siren's song. Could it be... NO," Sirius muttered to himself.

"What did you figure something out?" Harry asked.

"Yes, there was a few things I noticed. One Dumbledore has been going out to the Lake a lot. I don't know what for, but it must have something to do with the second task. Second, in the teacher lounge Professor McGonagall let something slip out, so it obvious she must know what the second task is."

"What did she let slip?"

"Water," Sirius answered. "She said the golden eggs and water have to do something with each other. And I had the explicit feeling that she let that slip out on purpose around me," Sirius chuckled.

It was good to know that Professor McGonagall was helping him, but he couldn't make head or tails on what that clue meant. Water and the egg. Dumbledore and the Lake.

"Does she maybe want us to take a dip with the egg in water?"

"It is worth a try," Sirius shrugged his shoulder.

Mulling over it, Sirius gave him a pat on the back and uttered, "Well I best be getting to my next class. You look into that and get back to me if you find anything."

"Sure," Harry nodded his head as he watched his adoptive father head off.

Heading to the Prefects' Bathroom, deep within the middle of the night, Harry made sure to bring the golden egg with him. He wanted some time alone to himself to explore this egg, and since it was late in the hour the perfect place would be the Prefects' Bathroom.

Fred and George the rule breakers they were let him on the secret of the top of the line pool reserved for Prefects.

Climbing up the stairs to the fifth floor and coming to the privileged bathroom restricted to use by school Prefects, Head Boys, Head Girls, and Quidditch captains.

Suddenly Harry heard a sound coming from inside the bathroom as he paused in place to listen up to it closely. It sounded like the voice of a woman in pain... no he knew this sound better than anyone else, in pleasure.

Curious to know what was going on, Harry gave the password as the magic door slowly opened for him. He was glad it was a quiet affair as it didn't alert the person inside, and he stepped inside.

Harry pocketed his cloak which he used to stay hidden and examined the room; in one side of the room there are the stalls with toilets inside. Opposite the toilets, there is a large, swimming pool-like tub with bath taps surrounding it. The pool-like bath is sunk into the ground and is not above ground. The bath taps all run different-colored bath water, soap bubbles, foam, towels, and bathrobes. There are around a hundred golden bath taps surrounding the whole pool-like tub, with a different jewel set in each tap. There are most likely bath supplies on one side of the pool, such as soap, bath oil, bath powder, bath salts, shampoo, hair spray, and conditioner. Looking at the tub, one would imagine it would take quite some time to fill, but it actually fills remarkably fast, considering its size.

On the opposite side was a portrait of a mermaid sitting on top of a rock as waves crashed against the shore.

And in the giant pool was a familiar half-bred, Veela/Witch, Fleur Delacour.

He stood opposite from her, watching the way her fingers danced around the edges of her entrance, their every twitch underlined with a burning need. Her other hand was no different, sinking into the soft flesh of her breasts again and again as she searched for an elusive climax.

Coming upon such a sight of a beautiful woman masturbating furiously from a close distance was indeed well worth his anything he had. The skimpy bikini she had on was only a bit more than a collection of strings, mixed with occasional tiny triangles. Two of those small pieces rested on her breasts, hiding her nipples and their immediate surroundings from his sight, while leaving the rest uncovered for his enjoyment. The bottom piece was only marginally larger, managing to cover her nether lips, but now that little piece of cloth was to the side as she played with her pussy lips.

Watching as her body trembled as she neared her climax, Harry figured it was time to make himself known.

"Hey," Harry cut her off playfully as he stared at the wonderful sight of the part Veela playing with herself.

Jumping up in shock, Fleur was so startled that she fell over the edge she was sitting on while playing with herself, and dropped into the pool.

Leaping into the pool after her, Harry helped her as he pulled her up to the surface and asked, "Are you alright."

Sputtering and spitting as she wiped the water out of her eyes, and turned an angry glare at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Well this is an open use bathroom, so..." Harry chuckled softly.

"You... you," she stammered as he hit home with the obvious.

"Don't worry," Harry said already getting a reading on her. "I won't tell a soul what I saw today."

Blushing bright red as the part Veela knew perfectly well what he was talking about. "You know," Harry said, "I could help you with that. I also say both man and woman were made for each other to bring pleasure."

"I... I don't know... I..."

"Don't worry," Harry whispered to her huskily, "this will be our little secret just like that wonderful sight I came upon."

Fleur turned to look at him, she was still muddled from her little recreational activities, and he saw more of her Veela nature coming to the surface as a smile spread across her lips, but somehow, it was different than any other he had seen on her lips. There was a suggestion of hunger, mixed with playfulness. "Thanks for the offer, Harry, you're a real gentleman," she said, but as she said that, she was taking a step closer to him. "Still, I prefer an equal exchange of goods. I don't want you to have to suffer a loss on my behalf."

"If you-" Harry started, only to be cut by Fleur. Normally, he would be furious if someone dared to cut him off when he was trying to say something, but she deserved an exception with the innovative way she managed to do that. He moaned in pleasure as he felt the softest lips he had ever felt pressing on his. Her body was not far behind, her nipples digging into his naked chest. He let her push him back until the hard edge of the pool was pressing against his back.

He parted his lips obediently when he felt her tongue caressing them, allowing her delicious tongue to slip inside. His tongue joined the fray, but he didn't challenge her for control, instead, allowing her to wander as she wished. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter. Then, she used the leverage to rose a bit, her waist locking to his, rubbing against his erection.

Breaking off the kiss as her face was beat red she whispered breathlessly as she rubbed her fingers rubbed against his manhood. "Why don't I return the favor as well. If you give me that release."

He wished that he could just slip inside her, but that was a risky escalation, but, that didn't mean he hadn't had other paths. He wrapped his arms around her waist, enjoying the feeling of her silky skin under his fingers. Then, without a warning, he forced her to switch places, so that it was her that was imprisoned between the edge and his body.

She pulled back in surprise. "Harry, what-" she tried to murmur, but this time, it was him that cut her midway with the presence of his lips. He didn't waste any time before slipping a tongue in her mouth, exploring its boundaries mercilessly. A moan escaped her mouth only to be killed by his lips. Her tongue joined the battle a moment later, tangling with his in an attempt to push it away. It failed, but in the process, it managed to make the situation more pleasurable for both of them.

With her body pinned to its place with his body, his hands were free to caress her body. His fingers started to dance over her sides. As the seconds passed while they waged war against each other, he could feel the pressure of her allure lessening, which clued him that she was trying to gather herself to prevent things from spiraling out.

Picking her up as water cascading all around them, Harry set her down on the pool's edge while he remained inside. "You have a deal," Harry said as he all but ripped her panties off of her leaving her snatch out in the open air.

Before she could respond, he leaned in reaching for her honey pot as his tongue begin to get a taste for her.

A moan escaped Fleur's lips as she begin to lace her fingers through his hair, to come to grips on the pleasures he was bringing her.

Saying nothing, Harry used his favorite little trick that brought all the pleasures that a woman could need. Sticking his tongue deep inside her cunt he started speaking in a language that wasn't human at all, but one of the serpents, Parseltongue.

Going wide eyes, she had no chance at all as she squirted some sexual juices as her eyelashes fluttered while she experienced ecstasy. And Harry wasn't done with her, far from it he started increasing his speed, soon he had her moaning out loud like a banshee as she arched her back.

All she could do was shudder and tremble on top of him as he got the biggest climax in her life out of her.

Letting loose a flood of orgasm, she spasmed as the pleasure was too much and her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and she let out a wordless scream.

"Tasty," he muttered as he let her slump in her position as she got racked with twitches and moans. Looking up at her, it was time to collect on his treat as Harry pulled himself out of the pool and onto the ground besides the part Veela.

"Suck my cock," Harry suddenly ordered.

Her head jerked back in surprise, her eyes wide. Her gaze fell upon his erection, a little bewildered, with a generous dash of surprise. Harry chuckled as Fleur was slowly coming to herself after that orgasmic high.

"Come on, suck it!"

Acting on reflex, opening her mouth and leaned in, grabbing his manhood between her ruby lips, her hot mouth enveloping the head.

Harry watched in interest as her face cycled through a myriad of emotions. Her initial panic slowly drained away, replaced by curiosity and wanton desire. Her wet tongue poked his sensitive head a few times as she started to move, almost crawling at first, but slowly picking up speed, devouring him.

Harry just sat there and watched as Fleur's head moved up and down, in a dull, almost mechanical, precision, convincing him that this was her first attempt to give a blowjob.

Her manner started to change as time passed. Her initial tentativeness and jerky movements lessened, her mouth widening to take a little more of Harry's shaft inside, her tongue slowly wrapping around from time to time. Her enthusiasm was getting a little clearer with each passing minute.

It was enjoyable to have her mouth traveling on his shaft, sending waves of pleasure as her silky mouth rubbed his sensitive skin. However, he was starting to get a little disappointed with her conservative approach despite her rising skill, only a small part of his cock enveloped with her mouth.

Curiosity about her possible response about how she would react also playing a role, he placed his hand on the back of her head, loosely grabbing her flowing blond hair. She was startled a bit when she felt the first push, a gentle one that was leading her to go a little deeper. Despite her momentary hesitation, she adapted to the new position almost instantly. A few seconds later, he pushed once more, this time adding a small verbal recommendation to correct her technique. "Use your tongue a little more."

Harry was satisfied with her ability to pick up and adapt to the commands, her skills getting better as she enveloped more and more.

However, despite the rapid increase in her skills, Harry was still a long way away from release, so, he decided to go with a solution that is on the rough side. With both hands on her head, he pushed her head down without any warning, a significant portion of his cock lodged into her mouth, pressing to her throat.

Completely unprepared for something like that, Fleur wasn't able to mount any resistance as she was impaled on his cock. She struggled for a bit, her breathing interrupted. She pulled back, coughing and wheezing, as the pressure momentarily lessened, leaving her free to breathe.

"Just like that," Harry moaned in pleasure, hoping that it would entice Fleur to continue. "That is only if you could handle it, of course."

Hearing the challenge in his voice, an angry expression flickered on Fleur's face before her gaze locked on his shaft, a determined expression on her face. The allure was rolling off her in thick waves, managing to seep through his mental shields without him noticing. He would have probably turned into a drooling idiot if he didn't have such powerful mental fortitude. She leaned, her mouth wide open, her hands on his thighs to provide leverage. A mouth escaped his lips as she pushed herself on his cock, enveloping more and more.

He was barely able to believe the view in front of his eyes. The haughty French champion was kneeling in front of him, trying to take the entirety of his manhood into her mouth. Her face was getting redder as she gagged and wheezed around his cock, her blond hair messily spilling onto his lap.

He watched in pleasure as Fleur tried to push herself, trying to swallow his whole shaft. Deciding to help a little, he grabbed her head once again, pushing. She gagged and gasped as her head bobbed, again and again, the pleasure from her tight throat unimaginable. To make things even better, her allure was flaring irregularly, spiking his arousal even further.

In that position, it didn't take long for Harry to finally build up into a climax, releasing a surprise load into her mouth. His hands kept her stable as his twitching cock unloaded the last drops into her mouth, a significant amount seeping from the corner of her mouth. She wasn't in a mood to pull back either, her own orgasm triggered, leaving her a trembling and moaning mess.

After a while, she stood up, a dazed expression on her face. She slowly gulped, swallowing his load, her tongue darting out to lick the remains on her face. She was slowly caressing her breasts over her bra as she slowly bit her lips, creating a view so erotic that Harry's cock jumped back to life almost instantly.

Reacting on his animalistic instincts, a low growl escaped Harry's through and he grabbed Fleur as a gasp escaped her mouth and placed her on the towel laid on.

"What are you doing..." Fleur asked as her eyes were nearly popping out as he lined his manhood with her wet snatch.

"What do you think," Harry answered as he held her in place and slowly entered into her scared sanctuary.

"This wasn't part of our de-..." she tried to say, but Harry quieted her as his lips enveloped her own.

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Bonus – Fleur Delacour(R-18)

The kiss doesn't last nearly as long as it feels it did, after a quick peck on the lips, Harry moved his head to her shoulder, seemingly hugging her like someone would hug a very close friend.

Harry couldn't help but feel impressed as he laid above Fleur in a missionary position, his full length hidden inside her, stealing her virginity in the process. Fleur's reaction was a wanton moan as her allure intensified further, proving once and for all that she was made for love. Her arms wrapped around his body a moment later, pulling him back down for the same frenzied kiss from before as she lost the last semblance of control, getting affected by her own allure as well.

Since she wasn't showing even the slightest discomfort, Harry decided to cut loose, curious just how much the amazing example of beauty could handle. He pulled himself back for a moment, only to impale her mercilessly once again. She just moaned, enjoying the way her swollen lips were being invaded.

"Harder, faster!" she murmured deliriously the moment they separated for a small break. Harry was a gentleman, so he followed her instructions to the letter, his hips pushing forward even harder as she tightened around him.

He was wrapped in the tightest feeling he has ever experienced while being bombarded by allure without restriction. Even with his well fotifude mind that much allure all at once and in such a brute force was a struggle not to explode early. He doubted if was a run of the mill wizard he wouldn't have lasted a minute inside of her.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked as he continued ramming into her like a siege weapon while bringing one of his hands to her breast and started mauling it mercilessly.

"Yes, oh, yes!" Fleur moaned out loud as Harry continued to explore deep within her with rapid hard thrust. "Do it harder! Yes, oh, YES"

"As you wish," Harry answered as he brought his other hand up to the invasion of her perfect mounds, digging into her supple flesh and squeezing her nipples. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Harry prevented it by starting another heated kiss, his rhythmic beats slamming in repeatedly. Her legs tightened around his waist even tighter, helping him slam inside harder and harder.

"Oh, fuck, I'm almost there you magnificent stud," Fleur cried wantonly, her body managing to do the impossible and getting even tighter. Harry decided that her pussy was actually magical. There was no other way to explain it.

"I'm close as well, loosen your legs," Harry said despite not wanting her to actually do that. He knew how fertile Veela were the legends were all there in wizarding history. Put your dick in once and out pops a baby.

Creatures like Veela, Succubus, Nymphs, Fey, Dryads, Mermaids, and other such creatures thrive on producing children with wizard blood.

"Please, Harry. Just a minute more," Fleur moaned louder, her legs turning into a steel trap impossible to escape, showing that her sexy figure was hiding an impressive strength. As she acted on her veela heritage, giving into her primal desires.

"It's too dangerous," Harry said, but his body acted in complete contrast against his caring words, continuing his merciless impaling.

"Oh, oh, oh … OH!" Fleur cried, each louder than the last, making Harry's orgasm build up to a point impossible to contain. Then, the inevitable happened and she clamped around his shaft tightly, her wild gushing marking the moment of her orgasm.

Harry too couldn't control his already loosened frayed will, and erupted instantly, filling her insides to the brim. "You're a goddess," Harry murmured into her ear as he laid on top of her, intentionally letting her bear his full weight, just another reminder of his conquest.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she cried deliriously, each word layered with pleasure. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his wild heart.

He must be in heaven Harry decided. There was no other explanation to find such a beautiful veela untouched, ready to be molded into the ultimate sexual being. He discarded the slightest hint of control, tugging her hair hard enough to be painful, forcing her into a wanton kiss while he got right back to it - skewering her entrance repeatedly.

Fleur tried to ask him to slow down, but his lips worked wonders to prevent her arguments. Her desire to complain didn't last long, soon drowned in a wave of allure. Harry spanked her, hard enough to make her yelp painfully.

The allure dispersed momentarily, but it didn't prevent her from moaning out while she was being pinned between his body and the pool's floor. Under his merciless assault, however, it didn't take long for her allure to thicken once more, only to dispel under another slap to her bubble butt.

This time Fleur cums again on the spot, clutching at the back of the couch for dear life, her insides trying to push him out and draw him in with their tight squeezing in equal measure. But Harry barely notices as he grabs her hips and begins to fuck her. There's nothing romantic about it, nothing slow or sensual. It's pure, animalistic fucking, and as Harry laid into her, Fleur shouted her praise to the ceiling in support.

"Yes! Fuck me Harry, FUCK ME! Take me, you big dicked wizard! Pound me silly! Fuck your little Veela whore!"

Harry is all too happy to do so. His cock pounds into Fleur from behind time and time again, ramming into the moaning MILF of a veela with all his might. Grabbing a fistful of her silky, silver-blonde hair with one hand and a handful of her ass with the other, Harry grunts as he speeds up, and Fleur positively SCREAMS as she climaxes again and again around his rampaging, ravishing cock.

It filled her deep insides, banging up against the entrance of her womb, and demanding entry, leaving her with nothing but an ocean of pleasure to drown in, her eyes long since fully rolled back in her skull, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her cries turn completely unintelligible and utterly incoherent.

By the time Harry cums inside of her for the last time that evening, Fleur is panting for breath and moaning for more. His seed fills her womb, and she shudders and shakes her way through one last orgasm before he pulls out of her.

His hand comes down for a light pat on her ass as she twitches on the floor totally and utterly fucked silly.

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