Harry hated the feeling in his stomach right now. It felt like being punched but the person who punched him was himself. He felt extremely guilty. One part of his mind hated that he felt guilty. "So what?! You wouldn't have been able to help your sister even if I didn't grab her! You failed! I don't need to apologize because there is nothing to apologize for!"

The other part of his mind thought on the opposite side of the spectrum. "I can't believe I was so thoughtless! Even if she couldn't save her sister it wasn't like they were actually going to keep her down there forever! I've got to find her and apologize!" He thought in this mindset more however, it seemed as if he was going back and fourth almost every minute.

Harry grimaced and glanced at Fleur's door. He could hear her muttering angrily in French which made him feel even worse. Eventually, his "I'm not guilty!" mindset won over and he marched out of the carriage angrily. He briefly thought over the events of this year so far and thought he deserved a little pity. He came to the school just wanting to watch and experience new faces and a new surrounding only to have a plot to kill him suck him into a mad tournament that with every passing task, comes close to killing him! Then he managed to make a few friends only to have that stupid Chang girl almost blow that for him! Now he saved Fleur's sister and all she does is storm off! Not to mention, Voldemort, his arch nemesis, was more than likely not dead!

He stopped and looked around. How had he gotten to the Great Hall? He shook his head and muttered angrily while grabbing a plate and watching the food appear. He felt a creeping sense of loneliness as his longtime friend wasn't there to sit with him. He sighed and focused on his food, determined not to feel any guilt or sadness.

"Hullo Harry, that was a lovely performance at the lake today." Luna said and took her spot next to him. A rolled up edition of the Quibler stuck out of her back pocket as she was wearing muggle clothes.

Harry scowled and looked at her, "Um... Luna? Aren't you not allowed to wear muggle clothes in the castle." Harry asked. If he was honest with himself she didn't look bad at all but his mood prevented him from thinking any more of it. Luna smiled knowingly.

"I suppose so but no one has said anything... They never do notice me that much." Luna said thoughtfully. Harry chuckled a bit.

"That's too bad. Anyways, did you want something." Harry asked, not really annoyed at Luna but just angry in general. Luna shook her head.

"Not in particular but I did notice you have a rather large infestation of wrackspurts. They're buzzing around your right ear there. Are you angry?" Luna asked, inspecting his ear. Harry glanced at her in surprise.

"I am actually." Harry felt himself speaking the truth instead of brushing it off. It seemed he just couldn't to the odd Lovegood child. Luna patted his shoulder.

"Oh that's terrible. I try to never feel anger towards anyone. A really smart wizard once said, 'Feeling anger towards someone is like drinking poison and expecting them to die.'" Luna said, "I believe his name was... Buddy? Hm..." Harry laughed lightly.

"Do you mean Buddha?" Harry asked. Luna shook her head, still thinking.

"No that can't be right."

While he tried to stubbornly ignore it, Luna's words had some merit and were starting to weigh down on him. He paced back and fourth in his room contemplating on her words. Luna truly was a wise, old, young lady. It seemed that she put up that odd mask just surprise you when you least expect it. It had been a few days since the task and Fleur was definitely avoiding him. While Durmstrang stayed out of the problems and affairs of the other two schools, Hogwarts' infamous rumor mill had begun to turn it's gears. It seemed that Hogwarts was the only school that wanted to choose a side. Beauxbatons simply watched and gossiped while Hogwarts students chose sides and basically split into two factions.

Harry didn't support this and neither did Fleur. He wasn't surprised to see a lot of guys give him dirty looks as if he had crucified Fleur. On the other hand it seemed girls watched him as if he was some sort of hero. Harry seriously hated this whole business and wished it would come to an end soon. Maybe he was being childish but so was Fleur!

Harry knew it was getting out of hand when three seventh year boys approached him. They had their wands gripped firmly in their hands and their sneers did not look friendly. "Look at this poor excuse for a wizard boys! First he comes to the school and enters himself in the tournament and then he decides to embarrass Fleur Delacour! How shallow are you?" The leader sneered. A tripping jinx sent him to the floor. Before he could get up and go on the offensive, one of the boys froze him. They all laughed and each kicked him in the gut. If Harry could move, he would have coughed up blood. Even while having the crap kicked out of him, he was amazed at the power of Fleur's natural aura.

After each of them got their beatings in, the leader grinned and rolled up his sleeves and started to cast.

"Wait!" Luna called out from the corridor. All three turned and Harry glanced towards the petite girl. "You will leave Harry Potter alone!" This time she sounded fierce. The boys snickered.

"Sorry little girl but now isn't a good time. Maybe we'll give your boyfriend back to you in one piece once we're finished." One sniped. Luna took a step forward.

"I said leave Harry Potter alone!" she shouted. With a fluid move of her wand, she casted a quick expluso at one of the boy's feet. The explosion threw him back into a wall. He would not be getting up anytime soon. Within seconds, a body-bind curse was thrown at one of the boys. The last one sneered and fired off a few spells at Luna. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't skilled enough yet and took the brunt of the spells. Within seconds she had cuts all over her face and arms. Her nose was purple and swollen and she had a limp. The boy approached her and pushed her backwards. She fell to the floor with a dull "thunk". Harry growled and started feeling com back to his limbs.

It seemed the boy who casted the body-bind curse wasn't very strong thankfully so when Harry sprung at the last boy with ferocity, he managed to land a solid hit. The boy leapt back and almost casted a curse at Harry but was quickly stopped when a pale hand grabbed his wrist. "Zat is enough out of you." Harry smiled and again felt guilty.

"Heh... good to see you Fleur."

Harry grimaced as he felt Madame Pomfrey wrapped his ribs. "You know I think it hurts more when they were kicking me." He sniped. Pomfrey smirked and pulled one last time making Harry bite back a few curses. He rubbed his shoulder and looked over at Luna who seemed fine but was still unconscious. He felt guilty yet again but this time not because of Fleur. He glanced over at Luna and felt a sting in his chest. He fought to get up and winced in pain again. He looked at Fleur who had tears in her eyes. Harry smiled.

Fleur slapped him across the face in one fluid motion, "If you scare me like that again, you will face much worse." Fleur threatened. Harry laughed and rubbed his face. When he looked back at Fleur, he could see her eyes starting to water. All of a sudden, all he could see was a tangle of blonde hair. He felt a few pops in his back as Fleur crushed him. Harry felt the weight of emotional drain in an instant. He could feel his eyes start to water but he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block his tear ducts. He could feel Fleur's heavy breathing as she held him tightly and he rubbed her back and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Eventually, Fleur untangled her arms from Harry's and smiled down at him. Her eyes were red and so was her face from crying and Harry squeezed her right shoulder. "Don't worry Fleur. I understand and I apologize." Fleur held his chin and briefly shook her head.

"Non, Harry, I believe we both were at fault for this. I think it's time we made up, yes?" Fleur asked. Harry smiled and nodded.

"I'd like that. I hate fighting you, It's a pain in the ass." He said and winced, "And almost everywhere else really." Fleur chuckled and punched him lightly.

"Yes, yes... I should get going now. I'll see you at dinner Harry." She said and left the Infirmary, waving. Harry closed his eyes and laid his head against the pillow.

When Harry woke up, the golden rays of sunset were shining through the Hospital Wing's windows. At the foot of his bed Luna sat swinging her legs, humming. "Hullo Harry, glad to see you awake so soon." Luna said, staring at the window opposite from her.

Harry blinked the sleep out of his eyes, "Luna? Hey. How are you holding up?" He asked. She rubbed her right leg and sighed.

"Much better though everything still aches a little bit. Those three trouble makers were in a lot of trouble last I heard. I suppose you're feeling better as well?" She turned. Harry stretched his arms and nodded.

"Oh yea, I'm feeling much better. I'm pretty sure you were asleep for it but Fleur and I made up." Harry enthused. A trace of a smile appeared on her face.

"Oh? That's good. It was rather terrible watching you tear yourself apart over it."

"Truth be told your advice really helped!" Harry smiled and crawled over to her, "I really appreciate your help Luna. No matter what anyone says, you're one of the brightest, cleverest witches of your year!" He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and squeezed lightly. Luna blushed a little and patted his head.

"You're very welcome Harry Potter." Luna said.

It was a few weeks later when Harry felt panic hit him like a train. The final task was in less than a month and he had no idea what he was up against. While this worried him, the main focus of his anxiety was on the fact that it was the LAST task. Unlike the other competitors, he was thrown into this in some twisted plot. With the events at the Yule Ball with that Snape fellow and the mad luck Harry needed to pass the tasks, he was sure whatever villain had forced him into this tournament was going to make their move. Logically, they couldn't just hope he would die in the tasks. Even though he wasn't as skilled as the other competitors, he was no slouch. He remembered the dueling contests at Beauxbatons where he would give many upper years a run for their money fondly.

He sighed and closed a book he was reading about prior Triwizard Tournaments. "It's completely useless! There are no distinguishable patterns between any final tournament! They all seem to be spastic and random! How can they expect us to- oh hello, Neville, was it?" Harry asked. They shy fourth year nodded.

"The judges asked to see you at the Quidditch field, Mr. Potter." He said politely. Harry nodded.

"I'll be right there."

When he got to the field, or at least where the field used to be, as a giant hedge now occupied the space, he noticed Fleur and Victor were standing next to Bagman and Crouch. After waiting a few minutes, Cedric Diggory arrived and smiled, "Sorry I'm late... wait, where's the Quidditch field?!" He asked in horror. Harry snickered and Fleur stifled a laugh. Victor chuckled.

"Don't you worry, Mr Diggory, you'll have your field back as soon as the third task is over." Mr. Bagman said, bouncing up and down, "Now, let's get on with it. The Third Task is very simple, make it through the giant maze. Of course, there will be many enchantments and creatures to befuddle and challenge you however your main concern should be the cup which is at the center of the maze." He explained. "To win, you must simply reach the cup first. Now, you all have a month to prepare yourselves as this is the only challenge where anything goes!" Bagman exclaimed.

"Good luck to all four of you." Mr. Crouch said ominously. Harry glanced at his competition. All of them looked as determined as a lion stalking prey.