It had been a week or so after Harry had met Fred and George. So far, he heard nothing on any more contact between them. He slowly started growing uncomfortable between the silence yet he did not seek them out. He could tell those two mischief makers were the type of people to seek you out, not the other way around and so, he waited.

He also could not ignore the issue of the next task which was in two weeks. He could feel the shadow of danger looming over him. Combined with the Fred and George problem, he felt overwhelmed. He usually met up with Luna when he felt such anxiety and her aura calmed him. He often thought of going to Fleur with his problems however she seemed like someone who would throw their problems away for him and he didn't want her to do that. Luna seemed to care by just talking to him. It was a magic beyond anything Harry would learn at Beauxbatons or even Hogwarts.

One day, Harry was reading more on merpeople in the library when he felt a body brush against his back. He turned and saw no one. When he turned back to his books, a note laid neatly on top of the closest book with. A large maroon W written in Cursive was covering the front. Inside was a few words that meant the world to him.

Meet us at the Seventh floor at the portrait of Barnabes the Barmy at 12:00 tonight ~Weasley Twins

Harry felt his stomach drop into his feet and he stuffed the note in his pocket. He quickly ran outside of the castle and to the carriages. He laid down in his bed and set a clock for thirty minutes until 11. He then slipped into his pajamas and drifted into the dreamworld.

When his alarm went off he immediately changed and sprinted up to the castle. After ten minutes of searching, he finally found his way to the seventh floor corridor. He leaned against the large wall where the portrait hung and waited. Eventually, he closed his eyes.

A few minutes later he heard a rustle of footsteps and his eyes shot open. The two redheaded pranksters had materialized in front of him and were grinning mischievously. "Hello young Harry. As you know, we know about your father's history as a student at this fine institution..." Said Fred

"And we will be happy to tell you about his school days from what we know..." George continued.

"But first let us show you the wonderful..."

"The mysterious..."

"the amazing..."

"Marauder's Map!" The twins chorused. George pulled out a old piece of paper that appeared to folded up. Before Harry could protest that these two were delusional and there was no map, George put a finger to his lips as Fred tapped the parchment with his wand.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Fred intoned. From where he touched the parchment, lines spread and intertwined like snakes. In just a few seconds an exact replica of Hogwarts was complete with little footsteps walking about with name tags under them. Harry was baffled. After staring at the map for awhile, George snapped his fingers under his nose, startling him from his stupor.

"This is amazing!" exclaimed Harry. They nodded and turned to the wall across from the portrait. Fred started pacing back in fourth in front of the wall while looking as if he was concentrating while George's eyes glittered mischievously.

"What are you-" Harry started. However, before he could finish his sentence, a door replaced the bricks. Harry gaped and looked back down at the map. "But... but... there's nothing there! The map doesn't show it!"

George smirked, "Correct young Harry. We didn't even know about this until... When was it?" He asked.

"Third year." Fred answered. "Let us not continue to talk about it when we can see it." Fred suggested.

"Good idea brother of mine." George said. They both grapped Harry under the arms and hauled him towards the door much to Harry's discomfort. The door's bursted open and revealed a massive room with a glittering gold and silver banner. On it was written, "Welcome Mr. Potter!"

"This dear Harry..."

"Is the Room of Requirement."

"Simply pace back and fourth in front of the wall three times and think about what room you need the most and..."

"The school does the rest."

Harry grinned and looked around. "Wow... Hogwarts truly is full of surprises. George and Fred low fived behind him.

Harry found this Room of Requirement very useful for the second task which was coming closer and closer. Very soon, the task was two days away and Harry was ready to explode in anger. He hadn't made any progress on either of his dilemmas. There wasn't any further word on death eater activity even though he tried his best to follow either Karkroff or Snape. He also tried his best to find the perfect way to find whatever the teachers were gonna take in the most efficient way possible however the answer eluded him.

He slammed the book he was reading and threw it against the wall. The pages flew everywhere however in seconds they disappeared due to the room keeping itself clean. "Why can I not find a single book to help me!" He glared at the nearest bookcase, "Just give me an answer!" He shouted. Suddenly, a dark green book flew from the shelf and onto the desk with a loud "Thump!" Harry eyed the book curiously. He didn't remember this book being on the shelves when he searched.

The book looked as if it was covered in leaves. On the spine of the book it said the title, "Magical Plants for the not-so-everyday task." Harry raised an eyebrow and searched for something that would help him. Right as he was about to give up and leave the Room of Requirement, he found it. Apparently, it was a plant used in potion making however if it was consumed it would give the owner fish gills. Harry looked up the measurements and estimated how much he would need. After double checking his math, he sprinted out of the room and to the carriages. After talking to Madame Maxime, an owl was sent to the Beauxbaton's potions master with a request to use the amount of gillyweed he needed.

The next day Harry waited in anticipation for the return of the owl with his magical plant however no owl came. That night he felt more nervous than ever. It was an hour before the task started and the owl still had not returned. Harry sweated nervously and paced back and fourth. He could see the stands that were magically built the night before standing proud in the gloomy Saturday afternoon. Ludo Bagman came up to the carriage and knocked. Both Harry and Fleur answered.

"Harry m'boy! And the lovely Fleur Delacour! I assume you're ready for the task?" He asked. Fleur nodded while Harry tried to not look nervous. Suddenly, a loud screech echoed through the grounds and Harry looked up to see a tawny owl soaring above. It landed on Harry's shoulder and looked at him expectantly. Tied around his leg was a satchel with the gillyweed inside it. Harry grinned and he grabbed the satchel.

"Now I'm ready Mr. Bagman." Harry said confidently. The man looked at the boy dumbstruck. After a few minutes he realized he was staring and shook his head. His boyish grin was plastered on his face yet again. He nodded and motioned for the two champions to follow him. As he got closer to the lake he saw a few thousand students sitting in the magically enhanced stands. All of them chatting and laughing with excitement.

Harry looked at Fleur who eyed the water cautiously and Harry remembered she was half Veela. No wonder she was nervous as Veela tended to hate water and prefered fire magic. Harry grabbed her hand and nodded reassuringly. Fleur looked surprised then smiled and nodded back. "We'll get through this. Don't worry." Harry murmured to her. In that moment, it was just the two of them, looking at one another as allies, competitors and friends. They both knew that no matter the outcome, no matter what happened, they would always have each other.

Dumbledore's booming voice echoed across the lake. "Good afternoon students both of Hogwarts and from France and Bulgaria! Today we see our respected champions compete in the second task! Each competitor shall delve into the murky depths of the lake to retrieve someone who is very dear to them!" The student's and teacher's cheers were deafening. Harry looked to Madame Maxime who smiled and nodded. Harry turned back to the water determinedly. When the bell rang to indicate the start of the challenge, Harry untied the satchel of gillyweed.

If Harry could give any advice to future Triwizard Tournament Champions, it would be don't ever eat gillyweed. It tasted revolting and and when he managed to swallow it, it felt as if he was choking on a huge hunk of spinach. Suddenly, the plant slid down his throat with ease and Harry placed a hand on his neck and felt gills. He did it! He could now breathe underwater! He looked up at the stands to see students looking at him in curiosity and wonder. In an instant, he breathe became shorter and he couldn't feel any oxygen getting to his lungs. Not only could he breathe underwater but he needed to.

He turned quickly and dove into the water. He sighed in relief as he felt his breathe come back to him. He quickly regained his bearings and swam to the faint sound of singing. As he swam towards the singing, it grew louder. Soon, the noise became unbearable. He looked up to see a huge city. Each building seemed to be formed from glowing underwater crystals. In the middle of the city four people were suspended in the air. Thick ropes hung at their feet, preventing them from rising to the surface. As he got closer he could make out the features of some girl who appeared to be in his year with brown hair, Cho Chang, Luna and Gabriel. Harry first cut the rope to Luna with a simple slicing charm. He turned to Gabriel and was about to cast when he felt a pointed metal object press into his back.

"You may only take one!" Yelled the merman. Harry scowled and casted a levicorpus. Shooting up about ten feet, Harry was able to turn and face the merman. After a few rounds of Harry throwing curses and the merman batting them away with his trident, he managed to cast two quick spells. The merman hit the first away but was stunned by the second curse. Harry flinched as he realized he was wasting precious time. He grabbed Luna and casted a swift cutting curse at the ropes that tied down Gabriel. He looked behind him and grimaced when he saw Victor and Cedric coming closer. With one final spell, Harry shot up to the surface. As the time of his gillyweed transformation wasn't quite over yet, Harry decided to float on the surface until the effects wore off.

Soon, the challenge was over with Victor just beating Cedric to the top with his hostage. Harry looked around and then spotted what he was looking for. Fleur was being lifted up from the water, shivering and wet with a murderous rage in her eyes. "You!" She shouted at Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow, he wondered what he did wrong. "How dare you steal my hostage away from me! Did you think I couldn't rescue my own sister! Next time let me handle it, little boy!" She shouted. After Fleur stormed away Harry looked up at Madame Maxime.

"Did I... do something Madame?" Harry asked. He still wasn't exactly sure what he did, considering even if Harry hadn't saved Gabriel, Fleur still wasn't able to reach the merpeople's castle. She literally couldn't have saved her. Madame Maxime sighed.

"I'm afraid you don't understand Fleur's feeling of anger at this. The tournament was supposed to be her way of showing she was more than a pretty face and when you steal her objective from her, she sees it as you stealing her spotlight." Madame Maxime said sadly. Harry frowned and looked at the direction Fleur stormed off to.

"Oh... I didn't mean to do that! I mean... I wasn't thinking! I just saw Gabby there and I just thought I needed to help her!" Harry explained. He looked between Madame Maxime and the direction Fleur went. "I'm sorry Madame Maxime! I gotta go apologize!"