A/N: In hindsight, this chapter should have taken place before Chapter 6 but... oh, well...

Some have guessed that Harry with have a romance with either Gabrielle or Sarah. Both cases are right. Harry with have a short relationship with Gabrielle during the later stages of the Tournament while his endgame will be with Sarah. HOWEVER: In this fanfiction, Gabrielle is the same age as Harry. (In Chapter 3, Harry described her as looking his age). Also, the romance with Sarah won't happen anytime soon. It won't be until Harry is seventeen at the minimum! (And, even then, it's unlikely to be the case until Sarah herself is one).

Just wanted to make it clear so that I won't get people telling me that both are too young for anything to happen.

Lastly: The name of the fanfiction has indeed changed. The original name came because I simply had no idea what to name it like. Well, I decided to give it a proper name this time, with "The Purple Light" becoming its subtitle.

Early the following morning, Harry brought a semi-protesting Sarah to the Room of Requirement. The younger witch had wanted to sleep for longer that morning. Unfortunately for her, Harry had learned of a way of communicating with her while she was in her dorm: His patronus.

The fact that patroni could transmit vocal messages had been something he discovered quite by accident, as a matter of fact. One weekend, during the morning, Harry and Sarah had been sitting on a large rock near the Black Lake, having just come back from a tiring training session. Sarah had been complaining about her Transfiguration homework while as he was showcasing some of the more advanced spells he knew — the spells he wanted her to learn in the future. One of the spells Harry displayed was the patronus charm. As Prongs the stag was galloping around, Harry had said "Tell Hermione you need help with your Transfiguration homework. She'll probably want to help you."

As he finished talking, his patronus had transformed into a ball of light and shot toward the castle before disappeared inside a wall. Harry had been quite perplexed about that, not knowing what had happened. It wasn't until they met Hermione later that day that they realized the stag patronus had transmitted to her what he had said to Sarah.

This had lead to week where Harry and Hermione had constantly experimented with the patronus charm to discover its limits or any other hidden capabilities. In the end, they hadn't discovered much other than the distance for vocal messages seemed to be limitless.

Since then, Harry had taken great delight in using his patronus to awake Sarah whenever she was sleeping late. While she was free to wake up whenever she wanted during school days, Harry wanted her to wake early on the other days so that they could train in the morning. That morning, Sarah had slept late and Harry had sent his patronus up her dorm. The message he had sent was simply him yelling "WAKE UP SARAH!", which had woke up everyone in Sarah's dorm room. He had been snickering the entire way up to the Room of Requirement while a still half-asleep Sarah followed him grumpily.

"Why did you wake me up so early?" pouted Sarah once they were in the Room of Requirement.

"Training, of course!" said Harry. "Like usual."

"But it's so early!"

"It's not early!" he protested.

"It's six-thirty in the morning!" said Sarah. "Usually, you don't wake me up until at least seven!"

Harry sighed. "You're right." he said. "Unfortunately, I believe we should step-up our training a bit."

"Why?" she asked.

"I have a feeling someone is going to enter me in the Triwizard Tournament." announced Harry with a sigh.

Sarah stared at Harry, not answering immediately. She did not know how to feel about that. On one hand, she honestly believed Harry could win the thing — but she also remembered what Hermione had told her a week in the school year. "Didn't Hermione say it was dangerous?" she asked. Harry nodded.

"Very dangerous." he said grimly. "From what Hermione told me, the last time the Triwizard Tournament happened, all three champions and some of the judges and spectators were killed during the First Task. Something like that. Fortunately, the headmaster told us that they had reworked the Tournament so that it would be less dangerous than in the past. However, I'm pretty sure it was still designed for students seventeen and older. I'm only fourteen and only have three complete years of magical education. If I'm entered, I'll be in a great disadvantage."

"And that's not mentioning who would want to enter you — and what are their intentions." said Sarah. Harry nodded.

"Because of this, I want to increase our training — both in spell casting and lightsaber combat."

"I understand why you would want to be better in both — but why me?"

Harry looked at her. "Because you've become a good friend of mine, Sarah." he said, making her flush slightly. "As Ron and Hermione would tell you, anyone close to me usually end up dragged in whatever crazy adventure is happening to me. Since Ron, Hermione and I are all expecting someone to make me a champion, I want those close to me capable of defending themselves in case something dangerous happen to us."

"I understand." said Sarah. She felt herself standing straighter after Harry called her someone close to him. "I won't disappoint you, Harry."

Harry smiled. "I know you won't. Now, let's start with a warm-up. We'll begin by doing a few laps of the room before stretching a bit. Then, we'll talk about your performance in the Five-Rooms Trial yesterday before we move on to lightsaber practice."

"If you says so, Master." she said, watching Harry with amusement as he flushed at the form of address.

While Harry and Sarah had joked about her being his padawan and him being her master, it did not mean that they addressed each other with the titles. The two were simply friends — with Harry taking the young witch under his wing. They were more than happy to keep it like that. Of course, it did not mean Sarah did not take some pleasure from calling Harry her Master, knowing it was embarrassing him.

"Shut-up, Padawan Wintory." he said, his face bright red. Sarah snickered.

"Why? You love it, Master." she said.

"I don't! I'm not really a master of anything."

"Yes you are!"

"Master of what?"

"Master of getting into trouble." said Sarah before grinning. She knew, from what Harry had told about his years at Hogwarts that it was completely true. Her older friend really did get into trouble often.

Harry smiled mischievously. "Well, if you want to make fun of me, then you'll have to run ten laps —"

"TEN LAPS!" she shrieked, interrupting Harry. "You usually ask for five!" He only grinned.

"Get to it." he said. Sarah glared at him before she began running her first lap of the room.

Harry joined her and, together, the two friends ran all ten times around the room. Of course, they did not do so without a healthy amount of ribbing. Sarah often attempted to push Harry out of the path by hitting him with her shoulders. It did not work very well. Harry simply wouldn't budge and would continue his run unhindered and snickering.

At the end of their ten laps, Sarah was left panting heavily. Harry, who was running behind her, was only breathing deeply. The moment Sarah finished her tenth lap, she cried "I did it!", raising her arms in celebration. She then promptly fell down on the ground and laid on her back, still panting.

"You alright?" snickered Harry.

He heard a small, tired "Yeah..." coming from the red-haired girl, amusing him even more.

"Think you can raise on your feet soon?" he asked.

"No." mumbled Sarah.

"Alright. I'll leave you some time to rest." he said.

While Sarah rested, Harry used that time to do a few stretches. Then, he took his lightsaber out and without igniting the blade, began practising a few moves.

A thing Harry had noticed while teaching and learning about lightsaber combat with his friends was that all four of them had different fighting techniques and different ways of attempting to achieve the end of a duel.

When he was fighting with his lightsaber, Harry was rather aggressive — more so than his friends. He would often do powerful strikes and give large blows to his opponent. He would attempt to end the fight as fast as possible — no matter if his opponent got injured or not.

Hermione was a rather defensive lightsaber duellist. Hermione did not attack much — focusing much more on defending herself. While Harry had believed at first that his friend was simply uneasy at attacking someone, he quickly came to realize that it wasn't the case. The reason Hermione focused much more on defence was because she knew her opponent would eventually make a mistake, which would allow her to finish the fight — or at least push them back. Harry had witnessed that happening the previous day when he had gone to end hers and Ron's training session.

Ron was a mix of Harry and Hermione. The red-head boy had quickly come to adopt a fighting style similar to both Harry and Hermione. Their friend didn't focus on neither attack nor defence though, but rather came to a balance between both.

As for Sarah, she was somewhat of a wild card. It had shocked Harry the first time he had duelled with his padawan. Her fighting style was as aggressive as Harry's, but also completely different. While Harry was someone who would give heavy blows with his lightsaber, Sarah was one to do light attacks. Her light attacks allowed her to strike her opponents at a much faster rate, which allowed her to quickly overwhelm them. While Harry was betting on power, Sarah was focused on speed.

Unfortunately for her, it meant that Sarah needed a lot of endurance to be successful in a fight, something she did not have in great amounts. Unless her opponent makes a mistake, Sarah usually ends up defeated in a duel — her opponents waiting for her to tire herself out. It was one of the reasons why Harry always made her run before a practice session. Not only was it to allow their bodies to warm-up, but also to help Sarah build her stamina. Already, she had greatly improved since the beginning of their training two months ago.

Sarah's fighting technique made Harry wonder whether or not Sarah would be better off with two lightsabers instead of a single one. It would certainly advantage her combat style. It was something to keep in mind.

"I think I'm good, now." said Sarah after nearly ten minutes. She raised on her feet.

"Good." smiled Harry. "Let's talk about your performance yesterday."

"What about it?" asked Sarah.

"You made a few mistakes yesterday." he said. When he noticed the expression on her face — which was close to shame — he added "It's okay to make mistakes, Sarah. Completely understandable, even! I would have been shocked if you had done everything perfectly yesterday. The objective of the Five-Room Trial was to see where you stood in situations I encountered in my past — and if you could deal with them. I did not believe you would go so far yesterday. At your age, I had only encountered a troll — and I had Ron and Hermione with me to deal with it. The simple fact that you got so far as the penultimate room alone is amazing! Don't be ashamed of not completing the trial!"

Sarah smiled, blushing furiously. "Thank you, Harry."

"Don't worry. You deserve the praise. Still, it's important to review back your mistakes as it will allow you to learn what you did wrong so that, hopefully, you won't repeat these mistakes again."

"I understand." said Sarah.

"Brilliant!" exclaimed Harry. "Now, what can you tell me about the first room? What mistakes did you do?"

Sarah thought about it and what had happened in the first room. Really, the only bad thing that had taken place was one of the droids hitting her with a 'blaster shot'. So, what had caused it?

"I got hit by a blaster shot because I was caught by surprise. I froze and did not react fast enough." she answered.

"You are right." said Harry with an approving nod. "You didn't expect to be shot so you left yourself open to attack. That's a problem. What is the scenario behind the Five-Rooms Trial?"

"It's the headquarters of a Sith Lord."

"Indeed. You should have expected to encounter resistance, something that would shoot at you. Instead, you let yourself be surprised." Sarah flushed in embarrassment. "Next time you enter a hostile situation, you should be ready to expect blaster shots — well, spellfire, really. To train you to react in time, I'll begin shooting small hexes at you at random times and intervals during our practice sessions."

Sarah's eyes widened. "Is that necessary?"

"I don't have to do so if you prefer but if you want to learn to be ready for anything so that you can be the best Jedi you can, then yes."

"I'll do it, then." she said.

Harry smiled. "Good. Now, what about the second room?"

The young girl thought about it for a moment. She remembered the troll, the shock of seeing it — how she had first used her lightsaber before realizing it was useless before she switched to her wand and dealt with it.

"I immediately assumed that I could deal with it with my lightsaber." she answered. "When I realized I couldn't, it took me some time to find the solution."

Surprisingly enough for her, Harry didn't seem to accept her answer. "Was it, though?" he asked. She looked at him, confused. "A mistake, I mean. After all, you didn't know when you first encountered the troll that your lightsaber would be useless and since it was already in your hand and ready to use, it's not surprising or unexpected that you used it first. Assuming you could deal with the troll with your lightsaber was not a mistake.

"As for you not immediately finding the solution — again, is it a mistake? It's not surprising you took some time to think about how to deal with the troll. You only have two months of magical education! Apart from the few spells I taught you since you became my 'padawan', you don't really know any offensive spells. Since you had already tried your lightsaber, you knew that the hide of the troll was most likely strong enough to protect it from the few spells you knew. So, again, the fact that you took time to find out you would use its own cub to knock it out is not a mistake. Hell, you took even less time than Ron, Hermione and I did in our first year, and it was three versus one! So, no, Sarah, I personally don't believe you did any mistake in this room. You did everything perfectly, as far as I'm concerned."

Sarah blushed at the praise.

"Now, what about the third room?"

The memory of the giant spiders made her shiver. "It was like the troll, I think?" she said, sounding more like a question than a statement. "I mean, I don't think I really did any mistakes. I froze up like in the first room but I answered the threat in time to deal with it."

Harry nodded. "You are right. There's nothing to criticize in the third room. The only problem was that you froze at the sight of the Acromentulas. That, though, is close enough to the mistake you made in the first room so I won't count it. Now, fourth room? I know you made a mistake there."

Sarah winced. She knew right away what had been the problem in that room. Not only was she surprised by the pain in her forehead, but she let it distract her enough to get herself hit with a spell. "I was surprised once again. I got distracted by the pain and left myself open to attacks."

Harry nodded solemnly. "You had done well so far with the injury on your leg but, once you felt the headache, you began acting flustered." He sighed. "Unfortunately, not letting your pain distract you is not something I can simply teach. You'll have to learn by yourself to deal with it."

"You won't cast painful spells at me, will you?" she asked slightly fearfully.

Harry chuckled. "Don't worry. That's not something I'm willing to do. I won't cause you unnecessary pain."

Sarah was relieved to hear the answer.

Harry continued. "Now, what other mistakes did you do? I know you did at least another one." Sarah frowned. She did not remember doing anything else wrong. What else as she mistakenly do? Guessing her line of thoughts, Harry answered her. "After defeating Quirrell's first form — the cloak over the unicorn — you immediately assumed you were done with the room and turned your back to the enemy, even if you didn't see it fade into dust like the previous ones. You left your back completely exposed to an unknown and hostile entity."

Sarah winced. That certainly answered that. "You're right." she said. "I was complacent. I believed I had completed the room and didn't check for further danger."

"Indeed." said Harry with a hum. "That'll be something to watch out for in the future. Now, let's talk about what you did right! First room, you deflected the three shots that didn't hit you and reflected them back to their source with precision. You also immediately destroyed the fourth droid without giving it a chance of shooting a second shot. Again, it was great thing to do.

"Now, the second room. We already talked about it but, to resume, you did some very good quick thinking and managed to defeat the troll without relying on your lightsaber. Again, it's a good thing. For the third room, you didn't let the Acromentulas startle you too much and quickly disposed of them before they could injure you.

"In the fourth room, you immediately put yourself in a defensive position while the Quirrell-thing charged at you — and didn't flinch when you had to cut it down. Also, even with the pain you were feeling, you were able to deflect multiple spells in the second phase, before you got hit by one.

"All in all, you did very good yesterday." said Harry. Then, to Sarah's complete surprise, he said "I believe you are ready to build your own lightsaber."

Sarah jumped. "WHAT!?" she yelled. Harry chuckled. "I really get to build my own lightsaber!?"

Harry grinned. "Yep, I think you're good enough to handle one."

"When will I be able to build it?" she asked excitingly. She was almost jumping in place.

"Not today, unfortunately." he said. Sarah pouted. "Building a lightsaber takes two days to complete. Not only do we have something important tonight but we have classes in the next few days."

"What about this weekend, then?" asked Sarah.

"That could work — as long as you have all of your homework done." he said.

"Why?" whined Sarah. Harry gave a small laugh.

"My dear Sarah, do you really think I would allow you to slack off your school work?"

"No." grumbled Sarah. She knew Harry believed it was important to her to be the best in her class so that she could learn more spells faster.

"So, make sure all your homework is done this weekend." he said. "Now, let's begin our training session. What about a friendly spar before we begin?"

Sarah grinned. "But of course! I want to kick your butt!"

"Kick my butt?" said Harry indignantly. He withdrew his lightsaber. "Never!" He ignited his lightsaber. The bright purple blade hissed out of the hilt.

Sarah grinned before she grabbed her training lightsaber. She ignited it. With another hiss, her white blade appeared.

Suddenly — and with a yell — she jumped toward him. Seeing her movement, Harry placed his blade parallel to himself to block the attack. The white lightsaber clashed with Harry's purple one, creating a bright golden light. Before he could even begin to think about a counter-attack, Sarah removed her lightsaber, flipped on her side and attempted to strike his legs. To block her attack, Harry pointed his hilt toward the ground, protecting his legs. The white blade collided once again with his', creating another bright golden light.

The duel continued in the same fashion for the next few minutes, with Sarah's attacks becoming quicker and more aggressive. Harry was taking a page out of Hermione's book — so to speak — and simply waited for Sarah to tire herself out — which would allow him to switch to the offensive and end the duel. Unfortunately for him, the master made a padawan's mistake.

He became complacent.

What Harry hadn't fully realized was that Sarah's attacks were in a pattern. First, she would strike from the top, then attempt to attack Harry's leg before moving toward each of his arms. Sarah knew Harry was waiting for her to tire herself out. With Harry becoming used to a pattern of attacks, it allowed him to predict how she would strike. Sarah decided she would use it to her advantage.

So, when Sarah struck from the top, Harry — if unconsciously — anticipated her to attack her legs and immediately went to defend himself there. But, this time, Sarah didn't. She instead slowed down before repeating the exact same attack, taking Harry by surprise. Because of it, he was not able to raise his lightsaber in time before her blow hit his arms.

Harry let a gasp of surprise as he dropped his lightsaber — which automatically powered-down. Sarah kicked it away, her lightsaber pointed at his throat.

"I win." she said smugly.

Harry looked at her with shock. "I can't believe you defeated me!"

Sarah grinned. "Do you know what your mistake was?" she said, referencing their earlier discussion.

Harry barked a laugh. "I became complacent, believing it was simply a question of time before you tired yourself out. Also, I didn't check for any patterns in your attacks. Had I done so, I would have realized what you were doing and used it to my advantage first."

"Indeed." she mocked before powering down her lightsaber. The blade disappeared with a hiss.

"It's a good thing I'm learning alongside you, then." said Harry with a smile. "Still, I'm proud of you." he said before giving her a hug.

Sarah blushed.

A/N: Should Sarah get a blue or yellow-gold Kyber Crystal?