A/N: As multiple reviews pointed out, the ending of the last chapter was... not great. So, I went and changed it. Go give it a read!

(And if you're too lazy, here are the basic changes: Harry did not suddenly feel like something was wrong with Sarah. Instead, he had the feeling building up through the day and he had no idea what was going to happen - if something happened at all. Instead of going after Sarah because he believed her to be attacked, he instead went to find her simply to ensure she was fine (and to spend time with her).

When Harry encountered the Slytherins, he did wandlessly push them away, through it was actually accidental magic. Afterward, he duelled Malfoy before stunning the three (instead of force choking them). Then, he comforted Sarah as she cried on his shoulder (instead of being the other way around). Finally, the scene ended with Harry calling in McGonagall before dragging Sarah to the Hospital Wing for a calming draught on the professor's suggestion.

Despite the calming drought Sarah had drunk, it was obvious she was still feeling some kind of distress – at least in Harry's eyes. It seemed obvious to Hermione as well as within a few minutes of the duo sitting down with Ron and Hermione, the latter was already giving them looks – as if trying to figure them out. Harry gave her a small shake of the head when she sent him a questioning look – telling her not to ask. She gave a nearly unnoticeable huff.

As he began eating his diner, Harry looked around the Great Hall. He choked a laugh when he looked at the Hufflepuff table. He saw that all of them still wore crimson red hair with golden stripes – which none of them seemed to appreciate. The only one standing out was Cedric, who was still proudly wearing his 'Gryffindor Rules' shirt. Cedric noticed him look at him and sent him a wink. Unfortunately for him, the amusement on his face soon vanished when a fellow sixth-year Hufflepuff tried to convince him to tear down his shirt. While Harry could not hear the conversation, it was obvious Cedric was refusing, which was displeasing the Hufflepuff.

Up at the front of the Hall at the staff table, Harry noticed Professors McGonagall and Sprout shoot glares at each other. It seemed someone had told the Gryffindor Head of House about Sprout's behaviour as he really couldn't imagine her look angry at a fellow staff member otherwise. Unless you were Snape or Lockhart – that is.

"So, Harry, did you send a letter to 'Snuffles' about the Tournament?" suddenly asked Hermione, snapping him out of this thoughts. Ron looked up, curious as well.

Harry blinked. "I didn't think about it." he admitted. He winced when Hermione glared at him. "Fine, I'll do it tonight."

"As you should have already. I'm sure Sirius must have heard of it by now. He's probably incredibly worried. It would be best if he could hear your point of view before he begin drawing conclusions."

"You're right." said Harry. "Hedwig could use the exercise anyway."

"Who's Snuffles?" asked Sarah, looking up from her plate.

Harry, Ron and Hermione glanced at each other. Harry was the one to answer. "It's a secret." he said. Then, more quietly, he added "I'll tell you later – once we aren't in public."

Sarah nodded. "Alright." she said.

Harry ate his diner relatively quickly. Once he had swallowed his last bite, he raised from his seat. "Well, I'm going to write the letter, then." He was slightly surprised when Sarah followed him, pushing her plate away and raising on her feet as well. He had thought she would spend more time eating – just like Ron.

"Can I come with you?" she asked. Harry looked at her and saw the pleading expression in her eyes. With a pang in his heart, he understood why she wanted to follow him. She felt safer with him.

"Yes – of course." he answered with a smile, making her sigh in relief.

"Thank you." she said gratefully. Harry only gave her a nod and led her out of the Great Hall.

As they were about to leave, they were stopped by someone calling out Harry's name from behind. "Harry!" Harry and Sarah turned around.

"Evening, Fleur." he said pleasantly at he watched Fleur and Viktor Krum walk toward them. "What's up?"

Krum answered. "We wanted to tell you that we told the students of our schools that you did not enter."

"Really?" asked Harry. The two foreign champions nodded. "Well, thank you." he said gratefully.

"It's the least I could do for the one who saved my life." said Fleur before she surprised him and gave him a second kiss. Unfortunately for Harry's hormones, it did not last as long as the one as the first one. The kiss did leave a blushing Harry behind, though.

"Come on, loverboy." said Sarah with a small giggle as she led him out of the Great Hall. It took him a few minutes to snap out of his daze.

As they walked upstairs toward Gryffindor tower, Harry began to think about something. When he had first told Sarah about the lightsabers, it was with the idea that she would eventually upgrade to a fully-fledged one of her own once she could wield one properly. Looking at the younger redhead, Harry could see Sarah looking down on the ground. 'Is it time to have her build her own lightsaber?' he asked himself. When he thought about it, he knew that yes, she was ready. She was as good with one as Ron and Hermione, who had both built their own already. Allowing her to finally build her lightsaber could also help cheer her up – which was somethng he wanted.

"You know what?" he suddenly said, making her look up. "I think it's time."

"Time for what?" asked Sarah, confused.

"Time for you to build your very own-" he did not finish as he was interrupted by a squeal of delight.

"Really!?" she gasped.

"Yes!" he confirmed before he suddenly got a mischievous idea. "Time for you to make your own flying carpet, of course!"

"WHAT!?" cried Sarah loudly. When Harry burst out laughing, she realized he had been joking with her. "You prat!" she exclaimed, slapping him on the arm.

Still chuckling, Harry made to reassure her. "For real though, you'll get to build your blade this weekend."

"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" yelled Sarah before she gave Harry a big hug. He happily returned it, glad to see her so cheerful and happy.

"You're welcome." he said once she let go of him. "You're more than ready for it." The rest of his walk to the tower was spent listening to Sarah babble dozen and dozen of different ideas for her lightsaber hilt. She also tried to figure out what blade colour she would have, despite nobody knowing what the colours meant yet.

Once they arrived to the tower, Harry gave the password and the two friends entered the common room. Harry then led Sarah toward his dorm, where he unsurprisingly found Hedwig waiting on the other side of the window.

"Hedwig!" squealed Sarah, unlocking the window and allowing the snowy owl to enter. Hedwig flew inside and did a lap around the room before she landed on Sarah's extended arm. The redhead then began petting her, to Hedwig's delight.

Chuckling, Harry turned toward his desk, half wondering if Hedwig was going to prefer Sarah over him in the future. It took him a few minutes before he managed to find his low-quality parchment, a quill and a pot of ink.

"Your desk is a mess!" exclaimed Sarah.

"I know, I know." said Harry absentmindedly as he began to write the letter. For the next few minutes, all that could be heard was the sound of the quill scratching to the parchment.

"Who's Snuffles?" suddenly asked Sarah quietly, having grown bored of petting Hedwig. Glancing toward her, he saw she was now sitting on his bed.

"He's my godfather." answered Harry.

"Ah." said Sarah. "Strange name."

Harry chuckled. "It's a nickname, actually. We only use it when we're in public."

"Why?"

"Because my godfather is Sirius Black." he said, looking at the redhead. He was surprised to see no reaction coming from her.

"Never heard of him." she admitted.

"Probably a good thing." said Harry, turning back to his letter. "Anything you would have heard would most likely not have been true anyway."

"Why? Who is he?"

"It's believed by the public that Sirius Black once betrayed my family to Lord Voldemort – which was why he attacked us that Halloween – and that he proceeded to kill twelve muggles and the wizard Peter Pettigrew when the latter tried to avenge my family. He was then sent to Azkaban where he spent the next twelve years. He escaped last year."

Sarah was silent for a few moments. Then, she asked "If this is what the public believe, then what is the truth?"

"To explain it simply, Peter Pettigrew was the one to betray my family to Voldemort. Sirius was the one to attempt to avenge them. However, the day he confronted him, Peter Pettigrew blew up the street – killing twelve people – and faked his death, framing Sirius in the process. When he escaped Azkaban, it was because he realized Pettigrew had easy access to me and could easily kidnap me and give me to Voldemort if he ever came back. So, he escaped to protect me.

"Last year, Sirius entered Hogwarts three times in an attempt to kill Pettigrew. He failed the first two times. The third time, Ron, Hermione and I ended up face to face with him, where we learned the truth. Pettigrew was also successfully captured. Unfortunately, the rat managed to escape while Sirius was caught. Hermione and I had to break him out before he was executed. He's been on the run ever since."

"Wow." said Sarah, her jaw slightly slack. "This is wild!"

Harry chuckled. He finished his letter as Sarah thought about what she had just learned. To her disappointment, Hedwig quickly left with the letter, leaving her without the owl's company. "Don't worry, Sarah. She'll be back soon." said Harry.

"I know." she whispered, looking down. Harry sighed when he looked at her. The excitement of building her lightsaber had vanished and without Hedwig's presence to comfort her, she had begun thinking about what had happened once again. Dropping down next to her, he draped an arm around her shoulders. "Talk to me, Sarah?" he asked softly.

"I just... I don't understand why they would do that!" she gasped as tears began trickling down her cheeks.

Harry took her in a hug. Sarah burrowed her head in his chest. They stood there for a few minutes as Harry tried to formulate an answer. "The truth is that there will always be some people who will act like they want without giving a care for others. I won't pretend I can even begin to understand what pushed them to do that. However, I hope they will be expelled." he said. In truth, while seeing Malfoy expelled was what he wished would happen, he knew Malfoy's father had more than enough influence and gold to stop it from happening again. At worse, Malfoy would probably end up with a few weeks of detention - months if McGonagall had a say in it.

"I hope so too." muttered Sarah. "But... what if they aren't?"

"Then we will watch out for them." said Harry. "If they seem inclined to repeat performance, then I will make it very clear to them why they should never attempt to harm someone again as long as they attend Hogwarts – especially not one of my friends."

"You would threaten them?" she asked, sounding slightly shocked. "Is it a good idea?"

"Maybe, maybe not." he said, thinking about how some people only understood threats and violence. "Anyway, if – for some reason – you ever end up in a similar situation as today, make sure you have your lightsaber with you, alright?"

"But – what about the secret?"

"Sarah, if you are in danger, I want you to use your lightsaber. I would much prefer to see you safe but have the lightsabers become public than see you injured – or worse – and keep the secret. Understood?"

"Yes, Harry." said Sarah, nodding in his chest.

Harry gave her a smile. Then, he looked up, thinking. The situation today had been a very close call. If Harry hadn't felt like something was wrong all day, or if he hadn't decided to go check on Sarah, his young friend would have been raped – or worse. He didn't want to think about how close it had come to happen. However, what he wanted to think about was a way of protecting all of them in the event something similar happen.

An idea Harry came up with was an object which could sent distress signals to other similar objects. He believed that if all of them had a ring or a bracelet linked to the others, they would be able to detect when one was in danger and allow them to help them in time.

It was certainly an idea worth thinking. He didn't want to leave it to chance again.

Harry was having a pleasant dream including the Delacour sisters when he was woken up by an overly excited eleven-year-old.

"Wake up, Harry!" whispered a voice loudly in his ear. Harry gave a jerk and opened a single eye to find Sarah laying on his bed fully dressed.

"Wha-" he yawned. "What time is it?"

Sarah did not answer immediately. When she did, Harry groaned. "Six in the morning."

"Go away." he muttered, closing his eye and turning away from her, wishing he could return to his dream.

"But, Harry! You promised I could build my lightsaber today!" she whined.

"Not this early." he said, trying to push her off his bed.

"If you don't wake up now, then I'm going to go get Hermione. She'll wake you up and Ron for sure!"

Harry snorted, his eyes still closed. "She's sleeping, so good luck with that. Now shut up and let me sleep." he said before he yawned again. Unfortunately, Sarah did not stop talking.

"She's not, actually." she whispered. "She's reading a book downstairs and told me to come seek her if I couldn't wake you up."

Harry groaned again. "Why did I have to make friends with the only two girls in the whole of Gryffindor that wake up at five in the morning on a weekend."

Giggling, Sarah continued. "She said she would cast something called 'Aguamenti' if you didn't wake up."

Harry shot out of bed. "Okay! Okay! I'm up!" he exclaimed. Just the thought of Hermione storming in his dorm room to shot water in his face terrified him.

"Nice!" chirped Sarah happily. "Now dress up so I can make my lightsaber!" Then, she left the room.

"What about Ron?" he asked to no one. He wasn't sure if Sarah had decided leave waking Ron up to him of if it was because she allowed him to sleep longer, not needing him to build her lightsaber. As he dressed up, he wondered what he should do. He hesitated for an instant before deciding on a course of action. Harry was a good friend. So was Ron. Both were willing to sacrifice things for the other. Unfortunately, Harry knew a sacrifice would be done today to ensure at least one of them would be happy.

So, he grabbed his pillow and threw it in Ron's snoring face.

"Wha-?" blurted Ron, his eyes opening slowly as he rubbed his face.

"Wake up, Ron." he said gleefully. Ah, the joys of sacrificing sleep. If Harry couldn't enjoy the morning, then neither would Ron.

"Can't I just sleep?" he moaned.

"Sarah just woke me up so that we could help her build her lightsaber and she threatened to send Hermione on me if I didn't. I have no doubt she would do the same for you."

"Alright – alright, I'm up." groaned the redhead, pushing himself up the bed.

Harry and Ron entered the common room ten minutes later fully dressed and lightsabers attached to the hip. Ron was still rubbing his eyes when he sat down beside Hermione.

"I'm surprised to see you awake so soon, Ron." said Hermione pleasantly after they had greeted each other. "I thought you would lie in for another few hours."

"What? But I thought you wanted me awake!" he exclaimed.

"No?" said Hermione, frowning.

"But Harry threatened to send you wake me up if I didn't!" he exclaimed. Harry snickered.

Hermione chuckled, now understanding what had happened. "I didn't. I only suggested I would help Sarah wake Harry up so that he could help her build her lightsaber." she said. "Neither of us actually need to be there."

"What?" he exclaimed before he turned toward his snickering friend. "You bastard! You lied! You could have let me sleep!"

"I could – but I would have to suffer the early morning alone." said Harry. "And if you remember, I didn't lie. I said Hermione wouldn't hesitate to wake you up, not that she would do it if you didn't wake up now."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys." she said.

"Can I build my lightsaber now?" asked Sarah.

"Can't we..." he begun before he stopped. Unfortunately, he had just looked straight at Sarah, who was making puppy-eyes. "But... well... maybe..." he hesitated before he sighed in resignation. "Fine!" he groaned.

"Yay!" she exclaimed before she grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the portrait.

"Hold on! I don't have the materials with me!" he said. Sarah stopped before she began pushing him back toward his dorm. "Does that mean I get to sleep again?" he said jokingly. The red haired girl only glared at him. "Fine, fine..." he muttered. "One could assume you weren't grateful."

"Oh, I am." she said with a smile, fingering her wand. "But I'm also very impatient."

"You don't scare me." he said.

"Ginny Weasley taught me the bat-boogey hex – said it would help keep you and Ron in line."

With a yelp, Harry ran toward his dorm. Sarah began snickering.

As he had done earlier in the year, Harry helped Sarah build her own lightsaber. It also revealed to be a bigger challenge for the first year than the three fourth years. For one, it showed more than ever that Sarah was three years younger than them. It was most obvious when it was time for her to be patient. When it was time to build a lightsaber, she didn't seem to know what 'taking your time' meant.

"I don't understand! It doesn't work!" exclaimed Sarah on Saturday afternoon, looking at her half constructed hilt with tears in her eyes. Wow, she was really taking it poorly.

"I keep telling you, you just need to take your time." said Harry patiently. "You're trying to go too fast, so you mess up."

"But I don't want to wait!" she said.

"If you can't be patient enough to build a lightsaber, then you don't deserve one." he said, grabbing the hilt and drawing it away from Sarah.

"But...!"

"No, Sarah. As I told you at the beginning of the year. It is not a toy. The lightsaber is a deadly weapon. You might now have the skills to handle one but don't appear to be mature enough to possess one."

"I am mature enough!"

"Sarah, you aren't even capable of taking your time to draw runes! If you can't be patient enough for that, then what guarantee me that you will be patient enough not to snap at the smallest provocation and use your lightsaber on anything or anyone that annoys you?" he asked softly.

Sarah looked down at the table which had been her workstation for the past few hours. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me." said Harry. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just aren't willing to take your time, and this is a problem."

"I understand." she said, looking ashamed. Harry sighed and placed the hilt back in front of Sarah.

"Then, continue. And take your time." he warned.

Thankfully, they managed to complete the hilt a few hours later. When Sarah had finally understood that being patient was important, the work went much more smoothly.

The next morning, Harry was woken up again by an overly excited Sarah. This time, Harry decided to let his best mate sleep and went to help Sarah alone. As for the creation of the Kyber Crystal itself, Harry had to help Sarah with her potion most of the way. He didn't blame her for her inability to brew the potion alone – she was a first year being taught by Snape, after all – so he was quite content to help her.

When the crystal was finally done, Harry forced Sarah to wait until it was fully cooled down before allowing her to grab it. Once she did, he told her exactly what to do.

"You need to infuse your magic in the crystal." he explained. "To do that, you will need to understand how your magic flow through you. So, take out your wand." Sarah did as he told her. "Now, I want you to cast a Levitation Charm on the cauldron." he said.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" said Sarah, pointing her wand at the now empty cauldron. The cauldron began to levitate a few inches in the air.

"Good. Now I want you to close your eyes and focus on your magic. Do you feel it go through your right arm and through your wand?"

"Yes..." whispered Sarah.

"I want you to concentrate on this feeling. I want you to understand how it work. Now, put the cauldron back on the table." he said. Sarah gently put it back before she let the spell go. "Take your Kyber Crystal and sit on your chair." Sarah did so, her eyes still closed. "Now, hold the crystal by your two hands and start pushing your magic in, just like you did with your wand when you cast the Levitation Charm."

"I see what you're saying!" she exclaimed. "I can feel the magic go through the crystal!"

"Good." he smiled. "That's exactly what we need. Now you just need to continue to infuse your magic inside the crystal until it will take no more." he said. "Then, you will be done." Sarah smiled at the prospect. "However!" he warned. "You must take your time! Do not force your magic in! Let it flow inside at your own pace! You must-"

"Be patient. I know." said Sarah with a smile.

"Exactly." said Harry. "Now, it should only take an hour, so I'll see you soon." he said. Then, he turned and went in his own corner of the room.

While sitting in his own corner, Harry began to lose track of time. Before he realized it, he had fallen into light sleep. The next thing he knew was the feeling of a lightsaber blade swiping toward his face. Instinctively, Harry grabbed his lightsaber and ignited it just in time for his purple blade to parry it. With shock, he stared at Sarah, who was holding her fully constructed golden-yellow lightsaber.

"Impressive." said Harry before he pushed her back. He immediately went on the defensive, knowing full well Sarah was not just showing him her new blade. No, she wanted to duel him – and duel him, she would. "Now let's see how well you handle it." he smirked.

Sarah smirked back before she lunged at him. Harry parried just in time to avoid a nasty bruise on his chest before he pushed her blade back. Her smaller body was weaker than his, allowing for such a move. Before she could recover, he riposted by swiping at her feet. To his surprise, Sarah jumped backward to avoid her blade. Sarah then proceeded to feint an attack to Harry's left but, as he had seen it coming, he instead moved to block an attack on his right.

He realized he had done a miscalculation when her lightsaber clipped his legs. Harry let out a small hiss of pain before he grabbed his lightsaber by his two hands and began to do multiple attacks in a row. Sarah quickly went to block it but she was too weak to stop Harry's sword which was continuously beating on her yellow blade. Finally, with a flick, he disarmed her. The hilt went flying to the other side of the room. Harry powered down his lightsaber, smug.

"Seem like I'm still the master."

Grumbling, Sarah went back to her feet and summoned her lightsaber. "So, what do you think about it?" she asked, igniting it back. Harry took in the entire lightsaber at once. For her hilt, Sarah had decided to use the same design as Harry's, even painting it black. Really the only difference was the colour of the blade, which was yellow. Otherwise, it was working perfectly and - with the colour of the blade - it looked really good.

"It's great! No complain from me!" he said.

Sarah beamed proudly.

A/N: Sarah was originally going to have a blue lightsaber like Ron. However, I decided to change it to yellow as an hommage to Bastila Shan, a character from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic.

Next chapter: Weighting of the Wands (where Harry get reacquainted with Garrick Ollivander) and the First Task.