Part 1
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Neville and Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room looking at a book on aquatic plants. Several Gryffindors, including Harry and Ron, had made a crowd to watch them. Several of them wore shirts reading Team Giant Squid under a picture of the giant squid holding the tri-wizard cup.
"All right. Try opening it again." Hermione said.
Neville opened the book, and it broke into song. "I don't know what happened? It just keeps doing this." He closed the book.
"Have you tried leaving it open until the song ends?" Hermione asked.
"Uh…" He opened the book again until the song ended. It stopped playing.
"Hmmm. Ok. Let's try this." She grabbed a bit of yarn and stuck it in the book. "Now try closing it with the yarn inside."
Neville closed the book and opened it again. It didn't burst into song. "Hey it worked!"
"Yeah, looks like you just need to keep it from fully closing. Still not sure how undo the curse though." Hermione looked at the book suspiciously.
"Thanks." Neville smiled sheepishly.
"Don't thank me yet. There's no telling what else that curse could do. You might want to talk to a teacher." Hermione stood up. "But I will find a way to dispel it."
As she came over to Ron he gave he looked at her. "Hey Hermione, we really should start heading to the great hall. Don't want to miss Harry getting crowned champ." He patted Harry on the back.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Still, not sure why Cedric wouldn't accept the title. He's probably the only reason I'm still alive."
"Eh, he's a good chap. Besides, you're the only reason he managed to reach the cup in the first place."
The great hall roared with cheers as Dumbledore handed the tri-wizard cup to Harry. He and the other champions, except Krum who'd left with the rest of Durmstrang, stood in front of a cheering crowd.
After Harry and the other champions took photos for the paper, a feast appeared as Dumbledore waved his hands. Harry sat down to Fred and George raising the goblets to him. "To the champ!"
Several other Gryffindors chimed in. "To the champ!"
Harry couldn't help getting into a festive mood a little, but something kept bothering him. Ever since he'd woken up in the hospital, there'd been a dull burn coming from the scar on his forehead. That, and Madam Pomfrey's death still weighed on him. He couldn't help feeling partly responsible. Crouch had killed trying to get to Harry.
His thoughts were interrupted when Dobby came running in. Most people didn't even notice the house elf, except for a few Gryffindors who saw Harry face him. "Dobby wanted to congratulate Harry Potter!"
"Oh, thanks Dobby." Harry smiled, relaxing.
"And, Dobby made you this." He rummaged through his clothes pulling out a wooden pendant shaped like the head of a roaring lion.
"Thanks Dobby." Harry took the pendant looking at it. The craftsmanship was as detailed as a quilt. The initials DFE were on the back. "Uh, what's DFE?" He put the pendant on.
"Dobby the Free Elf."
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Part 2
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Over the next few days, Harry breathed fire three times. In the common room he set the furniture on fire, in Potions a desk went up in flames, and in Defense Against the Dark Arts he hit Professor Moody. Luckily, Moody had been expecting it and no one or thing got burned.
Fred and George had been called in to see the headmaster about this, but they didn't get punished in light of waking Harry up and maybe saving his life. Not a single person really how they did it, not even Fred and George. The only one who knew how Harry had really woken up was Peeves.
Eventually, when no one was looking, Fred and George went off to meet with him in a place called the room of requirement. "Hey Peeves. Thanks for your help." George said.
"Yeah. Hated seeing Harry like that. And Ron and Ginny were really upset." Fred said.
"Eh, this place gets boring without him. Besides, I like you guys. And I couldn't stop laughing at old Snapy trying to put out the fire in his room. Haven't had that much fun since I got those weapons from old Carpy." Peeves laughed going through the walls.
Fred and George made their way out of the room to hear Ron's voice.
"Hey, Cedric. I never got the chance to thank you for saving Harry. And sorry about punching you in the face."
"Don't worry about it. Not sure how I'd react if someone showed up with Cho's unconscious body." Cedric laughed. "Besides, I'll take a punch to the face over a dying any day."
Fred rolled his eyes. "Great. First Harry, now Ron. Why is everyone so obsessed with Pretty Boy."
"Well he did save Harry." George said.
"Oh come on. Not you too!" Fred facepalmed. "He's as boring as Percy."
Peeves popped out from the wall behind Fred and George. "Well, you could make his shoes to make gorilla noises when he walks. That'd make him more interesting."
George turned around looking very serious. "Peeves. That's insane." A grin formed on his face. "I love it."
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Part 3
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Azkaban Prison was as dark as ever. Lord Voldemort stepped over a dead ministry guard, power coursing through his restored body as he looked at the island prison. Crouch and Pettigrew followed closely behind him.
The dark lord looked back at Crouch. "Remember, don't destroy any part of the property if you can avoid it. We don't want anyone to know Azkaban was broken into."
Crouch nodded. "Right. What of the dementors?"
"They know where their alliances lie. And I've ordered them to obey you." Voldemort gave him a cold smile, then looked at Pettigrew with disdain. "Wormtail. Dispose of that man quickly and cleanly."
"Yes, my lord." Pettigrew cowered as Voldemort began floating into the air. Crouch followed him on a broom.
Voldermort came to the locked doors, waving his wand. The two guards standing in front fell over unable to move. He opened the doors and made his way through the stone prison, systematically knocking out guards he came across.
Crouch flew away, toward the top of the prison. As Voldemort moved he unlocked doors of death eaters, throwing their wands to them from a magic sack.
Eventually he came to the cell of Bellatrix Lestrange. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. "My lord, you've alive!" She ran out of the cell hugging him.
"Not now. We need to get out of here." He whispered handing her wand over. "Get my other followers, and I'll explain the rest when all the guards are incapacitated."
"Yes, we'll make them pay." An evil grin formed on Bellatrix's face.
"Not yet. We need them alive to keep this secret. Then you can watch them suffer if you wish." Voldemort kept moving.
Soon the death eaters had been freed and all the guards were either dead, or unable to move. Voldemort looked at the army of death eaters gathered outside the prison before him.
"Is anyone here an owl animagus?" He asked.
One death eater raised her hand. Voldemort nodded at them levitating a letter to them. "All right. I'll need you to deliver that to the Ministry. You and Karbeg work to keep them in the dark." He looked at the other death eaters. "Any questions?"
A death eater raised his hand. "People said you were dead, but now you're back. So...when and how?"
"Last week, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but Peter Pettigrew. Also Crouch, but I expect that from him." He looked around. "Ok, no more questions. Have all the guards been dealt with?"
A guard stepped out of the from the crowd of death eaters. "My Lord, the guards are all under the confundus charm."
"Oh good, well, that was easy." Voldemort grinned evilly. "Yes. That will do nicely."
