A/N: In a way, this is really Part 1 of the chapter on the Second Task. Only divided it because this part is done and long enough and I don't know how much time I will use to write the task itself. So, instead of making you wait for a 10k long chapter, I give you the first 5k ;)
Cedric Diggory's transition to House of the Eagles was a lot smoother than he or any of the Jedi expected. After a few weeks, he was so at home with his girlfriend it felt like he had always been a Ravenclaw. Like the Hufflepuffs before them, the Ravenclaws became prideful of their Triwizard Champion. But, unlike them, the Eagles did not see themselves as being overshadowed by Harry and the Gryffindors, not did they take it out on them. Even if they had, they knew Cedric would not get them away with it.
With Cedric's shocking departure from Hufflepuff, the war between the Badgers and Gryffindors came to an abrupt end. The Hufflepuffs were too shocked and ashamed of themselves to prank or bully the Lions. The Gryffindors did not believe in attacking a down opponent, as they did not see it as noble. They already thought they had won, thus ceased hostilities. For the first time in months, days rolled around where no pranks were played during mealtimes and where no Hufflepuff or Gryffindor reported a member of the opposing House for bullying them.
A few days after the resorting, Harry began looking into buying a supply of Gillyweed for the Second Task. The same evening Cedric became a Ravenclaw, Harry researched more information on Gillyweed with Neville's help. Together, they found out the plant had an expiration date of two weeks after being collected from the Mediterranean sea. It meant Harry could not buy the plant right away, forcing him to wait closer to the Second Task.
Harry decided to get the Gillyweed a week and a half before the Second Task. As it happened, that day was also Saint-Valentine's Day, and, that afternoon, their last class of the day (double potions) was cancelled – a result of a rather spectacular potions incident from the morning. Harry decided to use that free time to give his favourite couple a well deserved opportunity.
"Ron? Hermione?" asked Harry that afternoon. Both of his best friends were snuggling together. They looked quite comfortable sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace and Harry almost felt bad for interrupting them.
"What's up, Harry?" asked Ron, neither looking away from each other.
"I have a mission for you." he said bluntly, making both toward him, their faces full of curiosity.
"A mission...?" repeated Hermione.
"Yes. A Jedi mission, you know?"
"Since when do we do those?" asked Ron with confusion. Unlike her boyfriend, Hermione saw through Harry's words.
"You need help, don't you?" she asked. Harry nodded, pretending to look sheepish. She sighed. "What do you want? Not dance lessons, I hope. I still haven't forgotten how you and Sarah barely danced at the Ball even after I spent a month teaching you."
"Not dancing, no." Harry chuckled. "No, I need you to go buy us some Gillyweed in Hogsmeade. Today." he added. Ron looked interested but Hermione's answer dismayed both boys.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm not sneaking out of school and break the rules along the way just because you're too lazy to do it yourself. Especially not on Saint-Valentine's Day." she said firmly.
Harry shrugged. "If you want." he said. "I just thought it would be a good occasion for you."
"An occasion for what?" Ron asked.
"To have a Saint-Valentine's date in Hogsmeade without being crowded with hundred other students." he said casually. He stifled a grin when he noticed both of them perk up. He decided to lay it thicker. "I thought I could give you a bag of gold to buy the Gillyweed. Then, as a gift to my favourite couple, I would have let you use the rest of the gold to have a nice diner at a restaurant or buy gifts for each other. But, if you prefer to stay here..." he trailed off.
"We'll do it." they said at the same time. Harry let out a laugh.
"But we're not doing it for you." added Hermione. "We're doing it because we want to spend time together."
"Fair enough." said Harry with a grin. He took our a pouch of coins and launched it toward Hermione. She caught it. "I have something to do anyway, so I can't sneak out."
Hermione sighed, almost as if she was disappointed in herself for accepting his offer. "How much Gillyweed do you want?"
"Enough for ten hours." he answered. Neville had suggested it would be best to get ten portions. It would give four portions that would be used before the task for the champions to get accustomed with, four during the task, and two in the improbable case where either a hostage or champion found themselves without a supply of oxygen while still in the lake.
"We'll buy it." she simply said before she dragged Ron out of the common room. Left behind, Harry started snickering behind the palm of his hand.
"You aren't busy, though." said a voice behind him. "You don't have something to do this afternoon."
Harry turned to look at Sarah, who was standing behind him – a look of amusement reflected in her sky-blue eyes. "I know I'm not." he said. "I lied."
"Why?"
He shrugged. In truth, he had lied because he wanted to give the couple an opportunity to go to the village. He had known his two friends were very much impatient to visit Hogsmeade as a couple – to have a date together. Unfortunately for them, this year, the mid-winter Hogsmeade visit had been delayed to after the Second Task. Previously, it had been close to or on Saint-Valentine's Day. So, in truth, while Harry could easily have sneaked into Hogsmeade himself to buy the Gillyweed, he decided to make Ron and Hermione do it, allowing them to have a nice, private date at the same time.
"I simply wanted them to have a good time." he eventually answered. Sarah gave him a smile.
"Good for them." she said before she changed the subject. "I'm going to the library to work on an essay. Do you want to come?"
"Yeah, sure." he said. Harry followed her out of the common room. As they walked down a set of stairs, he asked "Aren't you supposed to be in Herbology right now?"
Sarah smiled mischievously. "I sneaked out." she simply said. Harry let out a laugh.
"Sprout did not notice you leave?"
"She did not." answered the eleven-year-old, shaking her head. "I'm not even the first one who did either. She doesn't really look at us anymore. It's kind of embarrassing, really." she said. Harry winced.
Someone else who visibly changed after Cedric became a Ravenclaw was Professor Sprout. The once cheerful-turned-bullying Head of House took Cedric's accusations to heart. In the following weeks, all of her students noticed how downtrodden the professor had become – to the point where she did not even take points or give detentions anymore. Not even the Slytherins abused that lenience as most felt pity for the woman.
"I can guess why." he simply said, knowing the professor still felt shameful of her 'Snape-like' behaviour.
As they turned a corner, they noticed Professor McGonagall further down the hallway. In her hands was a quill and a small sheet of parchment. She too noticed them and immediately called out for his attention.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. Just the student I wanted to see. Can you come here? I need to speak to you." she said.
Harry and Sarah traded a glance. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked as they reached her.
"Nothing wrong, no." said the Gryffindor Head of House. "I am simply wondering who you want as visitors for the Second Task."
Harry remembered when Viktor had told them about Karkaroff allowing him a visitor from back home, and how he had chosen his fiance Zora Ali. He had no doubts Fleur and Cedric would invite their families, but Harry didn't have any. He certainly did not want the Dursleys to come to Hogwarts. He had not seen them since he had gone to Diagon Alley to work on the lightsaber project and he was more than happy to keep it that way.
"I don't know." he simply answered.
"Really? There is nobody you want as visitors?" asked the professor, looking and sounding surprised.
The only person that crossed his mind was Sirius. For obvious reasons, it couldn't be him. Just as he was about to refuse, an idea suddenly crossed his mind. He wanted to curse himself for not thinking about it sooner. "Can you invite Professor Lupin?"
McGonagall gave him a rare smile. "If that is your wish, Mr. Potter." she said, writing down the name on her list.
"Thank you." he said. The professor gave them a nod and Harry and Sarah continued their descend of the castle toward the library.
Ron and Hermione returned to the castle four hours later and well past sunset. From the way they were talking, you would believe they just had the best evening in their lives. And, Harry thought, they probably had. After buying the Gillyweed – which they gave to Harry, the couple walked around the village and stopped from shop to shop. Around six o'clock, they stopped at a new, small restaurant on the outskirts of the village. When they left an hour later with their stomach full, they found a secluded spot where they spend the last hour of their unexpected date doing... couple things.
(To protect Sarah's innocent ears – and maybe his own as well – Harry did not ask for details.)
Once again, seeing his two best friends so blissfully happy made him ache for a similar relationship. Just like after the Yule Ball, a part of him wished he shared something similar to Ron and Hermione's relationship. He could only sigh and wait.
Later that evening, after Ron and Hermione had told of their tale and thanked Harry for it, he and Sarah began a bet between themselves. They had finally seen the extend of the love their friends shared and realized something inevitable was down the road. They made a bet on when they believed Ron would pop the question. Sarah believed it would be in Ron and Hermione's last year at Hogwarts. Not believing Ron was thick enough to propose to his academically-centred girlfriend in the middle of a school year, Harry bet on it happening in the month following their graduation.
With Gillyweed now in their hands, the champions went to the Room of Requirement and divided a portion into four fifteen minutes long quarter-portions, all for testing purposes. After conjuring a massive pool, the champions jumped in the pool and ate their Gillyweed. Harry hated it. The smell was horrible, the taste was disgusting and the texture was atrocious.
Thankfully, the taste and smell was more than worth the effects. Like Neville had told him, the champions received gills and sprouted webbing between their fingers and toes. His first breath of fresh water had shocked him, not having expected to feel it flow through his body.
Once they got used to the effects, the champions began to enjoy their fifteen minutes of playtime under the water. Midway through, Fleur and Cedric had even begun a small duel with their lightsabers. To their disappointment, they found a few issues. First, their movements were slowed down by the water, which did not always give them enough time to react. Second, with the blades making nearby water boil, the temperature became unbearable fast, which forced both duellists to move to another corner of the pool. They did not activate their lightsabers again.
When they exited, they took note of everything they had noticed. They decided not to use their lightsabers during the Task unless strictly necessary. Instead, they planned on relying on their wands. Harry and Viktor tested spellcasting while Cedric and Fleur duelled and found out it was indeed possible to cast spells under water. It was just harder because of the drag slowing down their wand movements.
With the Gillyweed test done and the notes taken, the days quickly began to tickle down. The morning on the eve of the Task, the champions went down to the Entrance Hall to great Fleur and Viktor's guests. Cedric and Harry's would arrive the following morning.
"So, Viktor." said Harry on a conversational tone as his friend paced the Hall. "You've mentioned your fiance a few time but you never told us who she is, how you met, what she does for a living, ecetera."
Viktor stopped pacing as the question. Around him, his fellow champions stared, curious. The Bulgarian smile fondly.
"Zora and I met in our first year at Durmstrang." he began. "One thing you need to know is that students from all across Europe go to Durmstrang. For this reason, you have many students of all nationalities in all years. Each year is divided into five groups, all of which attend the same classes together." When they nodded in understanding, he continued. "When I first came to Durmstrang, I found out I was the only Bulgarian in my group. I also believed – wrongly – that I was the only one in my year.
"A few days after our first classes, I went to the library to study for a homework. I was distracted that afternoon. Someone from my group had stolen something from me. I got it back but not without getting a detention. I was a bit angry and very much distracted when I entered the library. Wishing to do my homework as fast as possible, I sat down at the first empty table I found."
"Except it wasn't empty." said Fleur, realizing where it was going. Viktor nodded.
"A pretty girl my age was sitting at the table, not that I noticed. She did not say anything when I sat down, even thought we did not know each other."
"Why not?" asked Harry. He figured they would at least have acknowledged each other's presence. A few words, a nod or even a shared look. Anything.
Viktor smiled. "Zora is very polite and very shy. She did not tell me she was already sitting at the table as she did not want me to think she wanted me away. Worse, she feared I would be angry if I assumed she did not want me sitting with her. So, she did not say anything.
"It took me a few minutes to notice someone else was sitting at the table. When I did, I realized I had sat down next to someone I didn't know. For all I knew, I could have stolen the place of one of her friends. I apologized and told her I would move if she wanted to. Before I could, she told me she was fine with it. So, I stayed.
"I had a hard time focusing on my homework. I was distracted. This time, not by what was stolen from me – or the detention – but by her. I could see she was nervous. I made me wonder if she lied when she said it was fine for me to sit at her table. To alleviate her nervousness, I decided to do small talk. We introduced ourselves to the other. I learned then that her name was Zora Ali. To my surprise, she was Bulgarian, just like me. Even more shocking was the fact she was a muggleborn."
Harry, Fleur and Cedric looked at him in shock. "I thought Durmstrang did not accept muggleborns." said Cedric.
"A common misconception." said Viktor with amusement. "Officially, Durmstrang accept muggleborns as students. The main reason why it is wrongly believed not to be the case is because Durmstrang is very exclusive. The school only accept a hundred students per year. As the school service the entirety of Europe, the only way one could have a chance of attending Durmstrang is to have your child enrolled at birth."
"I did not know that." the Ravenclaw said, rubbing his chin. "It is rather surprising."
"You did say 'officially', though." Harry commented. Viktor's face took a grimmer look.
"Unofficially, pureblood families tend to reserve more places that they have charges. Sometimes, it is the headmaster of the time who simply refuse to accept muggleborns despite the school's official policies. Then, there are horror stories shared every so often that tell of pureblood families assassinating muggleborns enrolled in Durmstrang to get their place."
"That's horrible!" gasped Fleur. Viktor nodded.
"Thankfully, there is no proof that such a thing ever happened. But, I wouldn't put it past them."
"How did Zora end up in Durmstrang?"
"Coincidence." he answered. "The Alis found out Zora was magical a month before the beginning of the school year. At it happened, the Alis wanted the best school for their daughter and had the money for Durmstrang's high tuition fees. The school also happened to have a free spot in her age group, which allowed her to join. And, unlike many of his predecessors, Headmaster Karkaroff did not refuse the application of a muggleborn."
"Which is how you met." said Harry. Viktor nodded.
"That day in the library is when we got to know each other. Slowly, Zora opened up to me and spoke about herself. For a brief moment, the shy and timid girl vanished, allowing me to see the true Zora Ali. In hindsight, I believe it is also the day I slowly began falling for her. In the following days, we began to spend more and more time together, mostly because we were the only two Bulgarians in our year. Eventually, we became best friends.
"In my fourth year, I realized I was in love with Zora. I decided to ask her out, despite being nervous to do so. I feared she would say no – that she wouldn't want to risk our friendship. But, she accepted." he recounted with a sappy grin. "We became a couple only a few short days later, and I never once came to regret it. Last summer, shortly after I returned from the World Cup finale, I proposed. She accepted, and there we are."
"That's amazing." said Fleur, her eyes wide.
"She seem like a nice person." said Harry. "I'm surprised she didn't come with you at the beginning of the year."
"The places were limited to twenty and Zora had no interest in entering the Tournament. Plus, she take the spell creation course at Durmstrang, which is not taught on the ship."
"So she stayed back home." said Cedric in understanding. Viktor nodded.
"I'm surprised Karkaroff even brought twenty people. Hermione and I thought you were the only one whose name was entered in the Cup." Harry said. Viktor laughed.
"I wasn't, though I almost expected him to do something like that by the way he was giving me preferential treatement for everything." he said.
"Now, now, Viktor. I was simply confident you would be the one selected." said a new voice from the entrance of the Hall. With their discussion, all of them missed the arrival of two people.
At the entrance of the Hall was Headmaster Karkaroff. Next to him was a pretty young woman with curly brown hair and vivid green eyes that reminded Harry of his own – only darker. Her face was adorned with almost as many freckles as a Weasley.
"Zora!" exclaimed Viktor happily.
"Viktor!" returned Zora Ali, looking as happy as he was. She ran toward Viktor, who spun her around in his excitement. They hugged before he leaned to kiss her. Their lips met. By the way they began kissing, Harry had no doubt they missed each other terribly. Behind them, Karkaroff simply shook his head before he turned and walked back to his ship.
"My friends, I would like you to meet Zora Ali. My best friend and my fiance." Viktor said once the couple had let go of each other's lips.
"Uh – hi, hello." said Zora Ali quite timidly.
Cedric took charge. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Miss Ali!" he said loudly. Zora blushed in embarrassment.
"Just call me Zora." she blurted quietly. Cedric nodded.
"I'm Cedric Diggory, Ravenclaw Champion and this are Viktor and I's fellow champions: Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons Champion and Harry Potter, Gryffindor Champion."
Harry was pleased to see no outward reaction from Viktor's fiance when Cedric named him. Then again, she was dating an international Quidditch superstar. He doubted she cared about someone's fame.
"Like Cedric said: Welcome to Hogwarts." said Harry as the other British 'representative'. "Once Fleur's family arrive, we can give you a tour of the castle, if is it your wish."
"I would love it. Thank you." said Zora quietly.
Harry gave her a nod, noticing how shy she still looked. Deciding to drag the attention away from her, he turned to Fleur and asked "So, how did you and Gabrielle met." He was immediately tempted to slap himself on the forehead.
"Seriously, Harry?" asked Cedric as he and the other chuckled. Harry flushed.
"I meant-"
Amused, Fleur replied "Well, you see, one day when I was three years old, my parents went to bed one day and decided-"
"Okay! Okay! No, that's not what I meant!" he exclaimed. Cedric and Viktor burst out into laughter while Zora giggled in the latter's chest. Fleur simply looked at him with a smug expression. He did not like that look.
"May I wonder why you are so interested in knowing more about my sister?"
"Well, Viktor told us about Zora. I thought you could tell us about Gabrielle too." he answered.
"Oh?" Fleur said. "Is it not for another reason?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"I only met her once. I don't think it's enough to develop any kind of feelings." he said. Fleur only looked amused.
"Keep repeating yourself that. Maybe you'll believe it one day." she said, making him roll his eyes once more.
"Speaking of them..." said Cedric quietly, making Fleur turn around. Standing in the doorway of the Entrance Hall was a short man with black hair, a tall and beautiful woman with silver hair and an equally beautiful teenage girl – also with silver hair. Fleur immediately perked up.
"Maman! Papa! Gabrielle!" she exclaimed, running toward them. The Delacours exchanged hugs.
"Fleur! T'est tellement grande! (Fleur! You're so big!)" exclaimed Fleur's mother. The young woman rolled her eyes.
"I doubt I have grown up much since last summer, Maman." answered Fleur in English, amused.
"Wow, Fleur! Tu passe quelques mois en Angleterre et déjà tu parle Anglais exclusivement? (You spend a few months in England and already you speak English exclusively?)" said Gabrielle in amusement.
"Or maybe because we have company?" Fleur said, nodding toward her fellow champions and Zora.
Gabrielle glanced at them quickly. Then, her eyes found Harry's and she froze. "Harry..." she murmured. Grinning, Fleur pushed Gabrielle forward and toward the raven haired boy.
"Hi, Harry." she said timidly.
"Hi." Harry returned nervously. "Long t-time no see."
"Wow. He stuttered." whispered Fleur, trying not to laugh. "He definitely has a crush." she added to herself.
Her father frowned. "Is she releasing her allure?" he asked quietly, frowning at Harry's reaction. "I don't remember him acting like that at the World Cup."
"She's not, and he did." answered Fleur with amusement. "Once she kissed him."
"Ah." exclaimed Fleur's mother. "So a crush, then?" Fleur nodded in amusement.
"Harry's not the only one with a crush either." said Cedric next to them. He was looking at Gabrielle, who was blushing like – well, like a schoolgirl.
"They look cute." muttered Zora to her fiance.
Viktor snorted, looking at the two teenagers. He didn't know if he would describe what he saw as cute, but it was certainly entertaining. He then cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of the two teenagers. "With everyone here, perhaps we can give them a tour of the castle?"
"Uh – yeah – right." Harry said, blushing. "Why don't we just... go."
Cedric chuckled. "After you." he said with a wave of the hand.
The champions spent the following hours showing off every nook and cranny of Hogwarts Castle to their guests. They began by showing the Great Hall where they had breakfast together. It was an opportunity the champions used to get to know each other and their guests better. Once they got rid of their shyness, Harry and Gabrielle talked a lot to each other – mostly about what had happened since the World Cup. Harry himself was surprised how quickly he and Gabrielle developed a friendship, having only bonded that fast before with Ron and Sarah (And Hermione once they defeated the troll).
The elder Delacours left once they had eaten, citing they had business with Madame Maxime. It left the teenagers and young adults alone to explore the castle together. After breakfast, they explored various areas of the castle such as the dungeons, the grounds and the Astronomy, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers. At noon, the group went to the kitchens were they ate directly. Then, they went for the place the champions had left for last: the Room of Requirement.
"So, this room can become anything you want?" asked Gabrielle as she and Zora looked around with wide eyes. Harry had been the one to open the room, conjuring the same one where he had first showed his lightsaber to his fellow champions.
"Anything we want, yes." answered Fleur as she and the other sat down on the four sofas.
"What do you use it for?" asked Zora. She no longer spoke as shyly as when they had met her that morning – though she was not as talkative as Gabrielle.
"Many things." answered her fiance. "Training, resting – sometimes we come here to talk. Anything we want to do away from the eyes of the others." Zora nodded.
"What do you mean?" Gabrielle asked. "What do you do you don't want others to know?" She and Zora turned to Harry when they saw the others do the same.
When Harry met the questioning looks of Fleur, Cedric and Viktor, he sighed. "Better tell them. They'll probably notice something during the task anyway." he said.
"Why?" asked the younger Veela. "What do you do?"
Harry smirked. "Raise your hand if you have seen the Star Wars trilogy." he said before raising his hand. Fleur followed. He was not surprised when both of their guests did the same. Zora was a muggleborn and the trilogy was very popular in the muggle world. As for Gabrielle, since Fleur had seen them, he expected her to have done the same. "Can you tell us what Star Wars is?" he asked to Zora.
Zora blushed slightly when everyone turned their eyes on her. "Well, Star Wars is a trilogy of movies released a decade ago." she answered quietly.
"And what is it about?"
"It follow the story of Luke Skywalker, a boy from a desert planet who fight against the evil Galactic Empire and the villain Darth Vader."
"Yes, and it's boring." Gabrielle said, rolling her eyes. Harry spluttered.
"It's not!" he exclaimed. "It's three of the best movies ever!"
"They are not! It made me cringe when I watched the first one." she silver-haired witch said, wrinkling her nose.
"Is it?" asked Viktor to Zora.
"I like the movies myself." she answered.
"HA!" Harry shouted, a triumphant grin on his face. Gabrielle rolled her eyes.
"The only good thing about the movie was the lightsaber." she said.
Harry grinned. He brought a hand to his waist and grabbed his hilt. Then, he pointed it up and said "Like this?" before igniting it. The purple blade of his lightsaber rose with a hiss. Both Gabrielle and Zora gaped at in in shock.
"Wow." murmured Zora.
"How did you get one?" asked Gabrielle.
"Invented it. Built it." Harry answered. "That's why I asked about the movies."
"But, why?"
So, Harry told them. He told them about the adventures he, Ron and Hermione had since their first year like the Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets and Sirius' escape. Cedric also spoke from time to time, giving the others (including Harry) the perspective of an outsider on what happened during these three years. At the end, both girls were shocked.
"You really went through all that?" asked Gabrielle, looking at him with awe and admiration. Harry nodded.
"Yes, which is why I have this lightsaber here. I wanted a weapon other than my wand with me in case I went through another one of these 'adventures'. The decision to make a lightsaber is a result of multiple ideas I wanted for my 'secret weapon' like, for instance, size, power, discretion, etc. In the end, I chose a lightsaber after watching the Star Wars movies with Ron and Hermione, realizing the lightsaber fitted my criterias perfectly." Then, he smirked. "That and I thought it was cool."
"Are you the only one with one?" asked Zora. Harry shook his head.
"I was at the beginning. But then, I told my friends and helped them build one for themselves. And, after the First Task, I showed Fleur, Viktor and Cedric the lightsaber and offered them to have one of their own." he answered. Gabrielle and Zora looked at the others with shock.
"You all have one?" Gabrielle asked.
"We do." said Fleur. She and the two young men withdrew their lightsabers and ignited them. Fleur waved her blue lightsaber around, to the amazement of her sister. "Most of the time we are in this room is spent training and learning how to use these."
"We often duel one another." added Cedric. "It's fun and challenging."
"Not that we don't learn other things as well. Like magic, for instance." added Harry.
"That's cool." Fleur's sister said. Then, her eyes widened and she turned to Harry. "Is that what you used in the First Task?" she asked. Smirking, he nodded. "So, it can kill a dragon?" He nodded again.
"Why are they different colours?" asked Zora.
It was not Harry who answered but Cedric. "Because of the magical crystal inside. We imbue it with our magic before putting it in our lightsaber. Our magic give it a colour of its own."
"So you are green, Viktor is yellow, Harry is purple and Fleur is blue?" she asked, not that she needed their confirmation. They nodded none the less. "Do the colours have a meaning to them?"
"Yes – though we haven't figured what, yet." Harry answered.
He had some theories about blue and green, though. If he compared the blue lightsaber wielders (Ron and Fleur) to the green ones (Hermione and Cedric), he could already see some difference. For one, both Hermione and Cedric were more inclined to keep their emotions inside them and think with their heads, while Ron and Fleur were more emotional and reactive. Another thing he noticed was that the green lightsaber wielders focused more on the defence than offence in a fight. It was the reverse for Cedric and Hermione.
Harry rubbed his chin in thoughts. He should take a note of these observations somewhere. And send a copy to Garrick Ollivander. He had promised, after all...
"Will you use them tomorrow? For the task?" asked Zora, taking him out of his thoughts. It was her fiance who answered.
"Of course. We will use any advantage we can use to make sure you and the hostages are safe. I promise." he said solemnly, looking at her straight in her green eyes. Zora blushed slightly before she kissed him.