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"Atria!" she heard Harry somewhere behind her call, she turned around just fast enough for him to take her by the arm and keep hurrying her forward.

"Quickly," He said grabbing her hand and pulling her through the hallway, " I need to learn a summoning charm, like right now."

"Now!" she said as her legs stumbled, "Why?"

"Because I think it will come in handy tomorrow," he said gleefully as if he had worked it all out.

So now after finding Hermione and practising for one hour Harry was no closer to getting this spell.

"You're not concentrating," Hermione said as the book fell to the floor halfway through its journey across the room.

"Yes, I am Hermione," Harry said pacing on the spot.

"No you're not," Atria said, "we've been at it for an hour if you were concentrating you would have got it already."

"Well I'm nervous," Harry said growing frustrated.

"Then relax," Atria said once again placing the book at the other side of the room.

Harry held out his wand again pointing it at the book. Atria could see the small beads of sweat starting to grow on his skin, she could see he was trying but not hard enough.

"Harry relax, you're so tense your hand is practically shaking."

He dropped his wand hand sighing defeatedly.

"Like this" Atria said taking stance before pointing her wand out, "Accio," the book flew across the room, flying into Atria's open and waiting palm. She looked at Harry who was shaking his head.

"That makes me feel loads better," Harry said sarcastically, "thanks Atria," he said throwing himself into a chair.

Atria looked at Hermione who gave Atria a shrug.

Atria moved cautiously pulling out the chair next to him and sitting down,"it's okay we'll get it," she said softly.

Harry looked up at her like a child who had just thrown a temper tantrum and felt guilty," we have less the twelve hours," Harry said simply.

"Yes," Atria agreed, "so lets try to do it in two."


Atria sat nervously among her fellow Slytherins sneaking a quick glance at Hermione who also looked shaken to the core.

Cedric had done well as had all the other champions but Victor stood out as the clear winner, and they had done it well, with spells much better than that of a summoning charm. Her hopes were all fading away, but surely if it got bad he would be pulled out, and all the nonsense would come to an end surely.

Atria watched as the large dragons were brought out. Damn he got the horntail. It was a huge beast, covered in black horns and that looked like they could break through just about anything and black angry eyes that scanned the audience as it was brought out in chains.

Harry came out next and the school rose to there feet cheering, some for harry other for the dragon. He looked absolutely terrified as he walked timidly out and atria felt like she could shattering into a million little pieces watching it happen.

The dragon was at the other end of the enclosure, crouched low over her clutch of eggs, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon him, a monstrous, scaly, black lizard, thrashing her spiked tail, heaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground.

She watched as Harry raised his wand.

"Come on Harry," she whispered.

"Accio Firebolt!" he shouted.

Everyone heard it and soon it came speeding through the air behind him. He swung his leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground. The crowd broke out in large cheers, Atria's lip twitched a small smile growing on the corner on her mouth as she watched.

He soared upward and then he dived.

Atria sat watching intensely as the large creature mouth began to glow red. She gripped her cloak trying to stop herself from screaming.

Harry plummeted just as the Horntail opened its mouth, he missed the flames, but the tail came whipping up to meet him instead, and as he swerved to the left, one of the long spikes grazed his shoulder, ripping his robes making atria jump with a yelp but silenced herself Quickly.

He kept going though, he zoomed around the back of the Horntail,

Atria watched the Horntail, it didn't seem to want to take off, she was too protective of her eggs. Though she writhed and twisted, furling and unfurling her wings and keeping those fearsome yellow eyes on Harry, she was afraid to move too far from them. He had to get her to do it, or he'd never get near them.

He began to fly, first this way, then the other, not near enough to make her breathe fire to stave him off, but still posing a sufficient threat to ensure she kept her eyes on him.

He flew higher. The Horntail's head rose with him, her neck now stretched to its fullest extent.

Harry rose a few more feet, and she let out a roar of exasperation. Her tail thrashed again, but he was too high to reach now...She shot fire into the air, which he dodged...Her jaws opened wide.

And then she reared, spreading her great, black, leathery wings at last, as wide as those of a small aeroplane, and Harry dived. Before the dragon knew what he had done, or where he had disappeared to, he was speeding toward the ground as fast as he could go, toward the eggs now unprotected by her clawed front legs, he had taken his hands off his Firebolt, he had seized the golden egg.

Atria remained silent almost all of the students cheered apart from some Hufflepuff students and Slytherin. She didn't make a sound, but inside she was screaming and jumping up and down.

She stood quickly making her way through the crowds as she watched harry go into the first aid tent, she approached the tent quietly turning around to make sure no one was watching her before listing through the thin material. No one was in there yet.

She slipped through the small opening interrupting harry as he stared down at the open wound on his arm. He smiled at the sight of her, she rushed forward and as did he, meeting her halfway.


She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Harry!" she said squeezing him tightly, he hugged her back before pulling away, "You did so well!" she exclaimed, "You got there faster than all the others."

"I know," he said as if he couldn't even believe it himself.

"How's your arm feeling?" she asked, looking at the large gash where the dragon had almost ripped through him.

"Yeah, it's okay," he said smiling. She could see the adrenaline was still pumping in him, "didn't even feel it."

"Liar," she said giving him a wide smile.

She heard voices getting closer to the tent, "They're going to do the score now I'll see you after alright," she said turning to leave.

"Atria," Harry said grabbing her before she could leave the tent, "wait for me later tonight at the Slytherin common room entrance okay, I'll bring the cloak."

"Okay," Atria said nodding before leaving the tent quickly.


"Unbelievable." she heard Draco as they walked into the common room, "the bloody thing could have at least taken off his arm."

Draco lent over the fireplace,"tied for first place," he grumbled, "he just runaway the entire time."

"I think he did very well," Atria said sitting down on the leather couch, "seeing as out of all four he got there the fastest."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Oh please it was a fluke at best."

"I think you're jealous," Atria said, she didn't think she knew, "Knowing you could never do that good had it been you."

Draco turned to look at her, his lip twisted in disgust, "you mean, ride a broomstick around like a twat," he said, "I think you're right Atria I don't think I could have been able to do that."

She shook her head at him as he walked closer to her.

"Look at you, so proud eh," he said sitting next to her on the couch, "give him a little congratulatory kiss in the champions' tent did you."

"It's none of your business even if I did," Atria said.

His hand shot out a grabbed her chin tightly before she could even flinch.

"Did you?" he asked pulling her to face him, his eyes searching hers as they turned cold and his grip strengthened, he wasn't joking anymore. She grabbed his wrist trying to pull his hand away.

"You're hurting me," she said calmly but he didn't listen to her and she froze, he reminded her of the dragons in the arena today, as if he were about to open his mouth and breath fire, burning her to a crisp.

"Did you?" he asked again giving her chin a painful squeeze as she hissed in pain.

"No," she said still trying to pry his hand away from her face, but he let go.

He pulled away leaning back away from her and smoothing a hand over his hair as he breathe din and out heavily. Atria took a few deep breaths her eyes angrily locked on him, how dare he.

Draco looked back over to her, his eyes no longer harsh and cold but hurt, "Don't cross that line," he said softly, their eyes locked and for the first time in weeks she saw her best friend, the boy she thought would protect her, but he was gone when he turned away with lost eyes. Atria went to say something but no words came out, she didn't know what to say and before she knew it he had already stood and left.


"It just screamed?" Atria asked as they lay in the grass, near the edge of the forbidden forest.

"Yes, So much for our next clue," Harry said as they looked up at the sky.

Atria huffed, "I'm tired of this bloody tournament already."

"That makes the two of us," Harry said rolling on his side to face her.

"It's all I think about Harry," she said wiping her eyes tiredly, a small pout on her lips making harry smile as she looked over at him.

Harry nodded before sitting up, "well then", he said standing up and holding out a hand for her, "we'll simply have to distract ourselves."

Atria sat up eyeing his hand before looking up at his face. A distraction? she was up for that it depended really if the distraction would get her expelled or not that made her think, "How?" she asked.

Harry shrugged, "come with me."

She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet before throwing his cloak over the two of them.

"Where are we going," Atria whispered as they reached the castle.

"I am taking you somewhere to help get your mind off things," Harry said, smiling down at her audaciously.

They reached a large painting of a fruit bowl and Harry reached his hand and ticked the pear, how very odd. The portrait swung back and light crept in from behind it as harry pulled the cloak back.

"The kitchen?" Atira asked as she walked in, house elves swarmed everywhere, even in the late hours of the night it would seem, cleaning all dishes left from that night's feast.

"Mistress," she heard a high and soft familiar voice call from behind her.

it was like sound no longer existed. Silence was all that filled her ears after she heard her familiar address. she turned around "Dobby," she half-whispered.

"Misstress Black," the house-elf cried, running into her legs and holding onto them for dear life as he began to climb her like a tree.

"Oh mistress," he cried again as he reached her shoulders, he wrapped his arms tightly around her skull to the point she thought he might crush it.

"Hello you," she said softly squeezing him tightly.

He pulled back, his arms wrapped around her neck as he kept his face close to hers, "It is so good to see mistress, looking so well and happy," he said, she could see the tear welling in his eyes, she looked over to Harry he looked like he was about to laugh and Atria returned the bashful smile before looking back to Dobby.

"Harry Potter told Dobby all about it, mistress now finally living away from home, away from master. Oh so good for Dobby to hear," he said on his excited tangent which he continued vigorously, not giving Atria time to get a word in. "Dobby gets paid here and never beaten. and why?" he asked before lifting his foot and showing Atria the black sock that he wore now, "This very sock mistress, this very sock that Harry potter used and freed Dobby from master."

"wow, would you look at that," she said smiling down at the young house-elf, he looked healthier and he now wore an assortment of hats and scarfs of bright colours like a child who for the first time dressed themselves.

"Are you happy?" she asked as she put him down on the table.

Dobby nodded looking up at her with big eyes, "So very much mistress, so very much." he backed away than nervously, twiddling his thumbs as he looked down shyly, "so mistress is not upset with Dobby then."

Atria's brow furrowed, "upset with what?"

He looked up at her, "That Dobby told Harry Potter. Tried to warn him about master."

Atria looked at Harry. He had warned Harry? She looked back at Dobby who was standing timidly in front of her," of course I'm not upset with you, you silly elf."

She leant down pushing one of the many scarfs he was wearing away from his chin, whispering for only him to hear, "Harry freed the both of us didn't he," she said smiling at him while he nodded with a small closed-lip smile stayed on her mind even after they left, as they wondered back after their first night without dreaming of dragons.

"He tried very hard to keep me from coming to Hogwarts," Harry explained as they walked back towards the dungeons. They felt so surreal from the calm and peaceful night they were even confident enough not to wear the cloak, "He was also trying very hard to protect you."

Atria nodded, looking at the ground as they walked, "He always was very soft-hearted."

"Is that a bad thing?" Harry asked, digging his hand further into his pocket.

She shook her head, "no, it just.. got him into a lot of trouble, the family used to make his life miserable, and he didn't deserve it at all."

Harry nodded turning his head to look at her appreciatively, "neither did you."

Atria's eyes darted away brushing off the comment, "it was odd after he left it always felt like we survived together and after I just did it alone."

The sound of a door closing and a heavy thud, followed by a small scuff of feet echoed through the hall, making the two student pause.

"Cloak!" Atria hissed looking to an empty-handed Harry, whose eyes widened, "I left it in the kitchens."

Her eyes rolled, "quickly," she said before grabbing Harry and pulling him around the corner and behind one of the large pillars of stone.

Her back landed against the stone and Harry crammed in front of her as they listened to the familiar heavy breathing of professor Moody as he huffed and walked around the corner.

She stayed perfectly still, trying not to breathe loudly. Harry was so close she could feel his breath on her face. She felt his eyes on her and she didn't want to look, she was scared to.

When it was once again quiet and they where alone she heard him, "Atria?" He whispered, like a plead for her to look at him.

She looked up and she felt her pulse quicken, his eyes darted to her lips before he began to slowly move forward. Her heart raced, and she felt her breath begin to quiver as he seemed to get closer and closer.

"We should go," she whispered, turning away pretending to look if anyone else was coming.

She looked back up at him before he nodded slowly, "Yeah," he said softly, "come on I'll take you back to the dungeon," he said before they both moved out from behind the pillar.

"It's fine, I'll be fine," Atria said smiling softly at him.

He looked disappointed but smiled before nodding, "okay, see you tomorrow."

"bye Harry," she said before turning and walking down the corridor trying to remain silent. She stopped when out of sight taking a few deep breaths and leaning against the wall. He had tried to kiss her and she had almost done it, she had felt herself almost lean forward and meet him halfway. But she had stopped it, for some reason it had become too much. The idea of him kissing her had shaken her to her core. Did Harry even like her like that or was just this just a case of confused teenagers? She shook her head, of course, he didn't, he probably was just wrapped up in his heroic day of slaying dragons and felt on top of the world. Reasons as to why Harry would never like here like that, well there were too many, but still, why did she pull away when the way she felt for him seemed to be the strongest thing in her.


"Professor Snape wants us in the common room," Daphne said cooly giving Atria a cold look as she folded her arms judgmentally.

"Why?" Atria asked pulling her bag up higher over her shoulder.

"It's about A ball," she said before turning around and leaving atria as the Slytherin students moved into the commons room.

"What ball?" Atria asked herself.

"The yule ball," Snape began slowly after all the Slytherin students had pilled into the coming room, "is a dance. A symbol of solidarity while the magical schools of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are with us." He said resining his eyebrow, his disinterest in the entire occasion noticeable, "Now this holiday season Hogwarts will be hosting the yule ball. You will be representing this school and your house, so I expect for you to hold yourself in no way other than that honouring your house as well as your family's for the evening." He said his eyes moving among the students locking with Atria's for a split second before moving on. "Now that means, anyone in this room caught rule-breaking or up to no good will serve a weeks detention when school returns next term, is that clear."

"Yes sir," they all replied mechanically.

He nodded before dismissing the house and hysteric gossip filled the room.

"How exciting," She heard Daphne cry among the girls. Atria grabbed her bag rolling her eyes as they swarmed like chickens. She gave up her lunch for this?

She kept a fast pace as the students walked from the common room, going their separate ways. If she could minimise the amount of time she spent with her fellow students to a minimum of two hours a day it was a good day. Now, counting waking up in her dorm, breakfast, Snape's little meeting and the time she would spend there tonight, well now it was no longer a good day.

"Black!" She heard someone in the hallway call out her name. she tuned to see Adrian Pucey lightly jogging behind her.

'As if' she thought, before turning away and walking, hoping to turn a corner and lose him.

"Atria," she heard his sing-song voice right next to her and a firm grip on her arm which she quickly shrugged away.

"What do you want Pucey?" she snapped turning to face him as he stopped.

"Just wondering if you would like to be my date to the Yule Ball?" He said giving her a wide charming smile.

Atria's face fell in confusion, "Excuse me."

"Well who else would even think about taking you now, I just thought I'd put you out of your misery and ask," he said smiling gleefully at her, he was enjoying this.

Atria pretended to think for a moment before looking him dead in the eye, "No."

His face dropped "No?" he asked her.

Atria rolled her eyes ignoring him before walking away. He jogged by her side, walking quickly, "already going with someone else then." he said trying to stay cheery but his anger was coming through he grabbed her arm stopping her again.

"Potter perhaps?" He hissed.

"Actually I'd rather go alone than with you," She hissed up at him making his face twist in anger as he took a step closer to her, backing her up, "How dare you, you little-"

"Atria," she heard someone call out, "Come here," she looked up the hall to see Draco alone, his arms crossed over in front of him, looking as if he had called over a misbehaving dog.

Atria gave Pucey a finale smug look before turning and walking away, towards Draco.

"You're not going with Potter are you?" Draco asked as she reached him.

"No Draco, I'm going alone," she said plainly.

His face twisted in confusion, "Alone?" He asked, of course the idea was inconceivable to him.

Atria nodded.

He sighed, "Well I'll be going with Pansy."

"Oh lucky you," She said, her words dripping in sarcasm.

He looked up as if he was looking up to God, he took a deep breath closing his eyes, "It wouldn't be a bad idea if you went with Pucey," he said as if the very words hurt him.

Her face dropped, "What."

He held up his hand, "It would just prove to everyone you're not… it would put everyone at ease, get them off your back."

"I'm not going with him!" Atria said persistently, she shook her head as she remembered, "why am I even listening to this, I don't have to listen to you," she said before trying to turn away.

"Stop, stop stop," Draco said grabbing her arm, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have, it was.. It was just an idea," he said trying to calm her down.

"A terrible one at that," she said," it's just a dance Draco it doesn't matter."

"Alright," he said exasperatedly, "you're right," he said calmly.

Atria paused, raising an eyebrow as she looked him up and down, he was acting odd, not like himself at all, "what are you doing?" she asked suspiciously.

Draco shook his head, "What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"This," she said waving her hand toward him, "this new attitude you've seemingly grown overnight, you never admit when I'm right."

He grimaced at her his lips tightening as he looked away gathering himself before looking back at her, "Well If you're going to be like that then it doesn't matter," he said before storming off.

"Draco no," she tried but he was already too far away.


After breakfast that Saturday morning she walked up to her dorm, a handful of letters in her hand.

She sat down at her desk, pulling out the iron letter opener from her draw as Caspian purred at her feet.

She opened the first letter.

I know you are upset, as you should be, it was foolish of me to come back but I was worried. I couldn't help it. I'm fine as I hope you are. I've been very cautious and careful with my hiding places making sure I'm nowhere where I can be easily found so fo the time being any letter you want to send me, send to Remus and he will get them to me. I must be careful so that no one suspects me back in the country. Be careful darling, this tournament is a dangerous one and whoever put Harry's name in is dangerous as well, keep a watch out.

I will see you very soon. I promise.

I love you.

Love Padfoot.

She shook her head. Upset she was beyond upset she was infuriated by his carelessness. Did he want to go back to Azkaban? She closed her breath as she relaxed her shoulders. It wasn't a problem. He would be fine, he would not go back to Azkaban, over he dead body, would he.

She grabbed the third letter in her pile.

Hello dear

Ted and I have no problem with you staying for the yule ball over Christmas,

After your letter about professor Moody, I talked to Dora who happens to be quite close to him. Dora agrees to he has been acting off, but don't think him too strange dear he had an incident at the start of the year. He was attacked, and they still have not located his attacker or have no clue who he is. He may just be a bit on guard. I'll send your gifts to Hogwarts, have a lovely holiday and Merry Christmas.

Love Andromeda.

P.S, Dora misses you.

Atria smiled, she did miss them.

So Moody had been attacked, how the old man could see out of the back of his head. This was not on guard, this was... it was ready like he was ready to attack... preparing to at least. How did Dumbledore trust this man there was nothing trustworthy about him. He moved with motive, she recognised the patterns, placing his chess pieces where he needs them, so the king had nowhere to go. was it possible she was the only one seeing it. No one else was catching on, Moody pushed the blame on Karkarov, he had all the answers to all the questions Harry had, the summoning charm! Harry was trusting him more with every day and that was not good. Mad eye had a game plan, and right now he was putting everyone in their place.

Her last letter was a small envelope of black parchment, her name written on the back with white ink.

She opened it and onto the desk below, she saw a flash of blue fall. She put the letter down slowly leaning forward to get a better look at what had fallen on her desk before sitting back. They were butterfly wings, it looked as if they had been ripped from a butterfly. They had a beautiful blue and black pattern running across their wingspan with white freckles across them.

Her brow furrowed as she looked to the letter still in her hand.

I'll have your wings soon enough.

She felt her lip tremble before throwing the letter in a draw and slamming it shut.

She put her head on her desk closing her eyes as she felt tears burn in her eyes. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. It was constant, she thought at the Strat she could handle it all. She had never had a problem with isolation but this wasn't isolation this was constant attacks. Through words and stares and she felt them all the time. She pretended their stings didn't hurt and it hadn't at the start but it did now. She shook her head, pulling her quill out and grabbing a piece of spare parchment.

Dear Remus

With Christmas coming up soon I was hoping with Sirius back in the country I could have a word with both of you. It will be hard to get Sirius there, but if he is somewhere close to the floo network it should all be fine. Meet me at Hogsmeade on the 24th of December.

I miss you.

Love Atria.


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