Helllloooo,

Sorry for the delay but with the heatwave from this week, I ve had a hard time sitting down and writing.

First thing first the reviews!

Hippothestrowl: I already told you in mp but thanks again, for the advice!

ARWilliams: Yeah I tried to write him as a normal teenager you know. I was one not so long ago so I kinda did it thinking about it. He may have the weight of the world on his shoulder, he's still 13, and at that age, the more we boys are, the more stupid we become xD. Thanks again for your support.

Spicyanimechick: Thanks for the support! Hehe you raised a good question actually, some of you have some ideas about why he want revenge, but its not the whole reason I guarantee you!

!IMPORTANT!

I made a mistake in the previous chapter, I said that Harry was going in his dorm to take the map, but he actually already had it with him, in his pocket. He went in his dorm to invite Ron to the kitchen.

I will update it at the same time as that chapter.

Now ENJOY!

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The weather was not too bad, so Harry decided to sit beneath the large three just next the lake. He still had time until they all finished lunch, and he was sure the two sisters would not want to stir up attention to them by following him. They would for sure wait until everyone left. He decided to use that little time to look up closely to that snake attached around his arm.

It looked a lot smaller than the ones he conjured in the Chamber. It was only about thirty inches and was totally white with what looked like a rattle at the extremity of its tail. Frankly, the snake did not look alive at all.

He tried to get it off his arm, but it looked glued.

"What the..."

Suddenly it was like the snake just woke up. It opened its eyes, green, they were emerald green. If you do not count the pupils, the eyes were similar to Harry's. He was mesmerized by them for a minute.

"I guess Daphne was true, quite the sight…"

"Sssight?" Suddenly said the snake as he straightened itself to face Harry.

Then it clicked on Harry's mind. The snake did not look alive until he spoke to it. But he spoke a lot since this morning, so he must have spoken Parseltongue to the snake.

"Hello there, where are you coming from?" He asked him, nowaware of the language he just used. "I didn't sssee you climb up my arm."

"Arm?" The snake tilted his head, as if it did not understand.

Huh, it's acting as if he can't understand his own language. How is that even possible? Oh yeah nevermind, I'm stupid, baby can't understand English a couple of hours after being born. It must be a new-born then. The question now is how a new-born snake landed here.

Harry sighed, it was not the time to think about that, his guest could arrive any time now. And even if they were Slytherin, he preferred not showing them a snake.

"Okay buddy, can you go sleep again? I can't risk you being spotted so be as discrete as possible"

As soon as those words were spoken, the snake wrapped around his arm, looking dead again. But instead of being white, the snake turned translucid. Harry was totally flabbergasted, he almost screamed when the snake seemed to disappear.

Harry put his hand on his right arm to feel if it was still here, and it was.

That must be a magical snake, maybe I should ask Hagrid about it later…

"Is your arm so interesting that you don't even greet us?" Astoria voice interrupted his thinking.

Harry turned to look at the arrivals. Astoria looked better than this morning. No more paleness, and now she was smiling at him. Quite the difference compared to this morning. He met the sapphire eyes of the oldest Slytherin, and she merely nodded her head at him.

So cold, who could imagine she was the author of the letter.

They indicated him a spot behind a huge rock, it was so big that it didn't allow the people behind it to know what happened to the other side. Harry never noticed it before today. It seemed that it was a place the used quite often, to not be disturbed.

"So, you wanted to see me?" He asked Daphne when they were sat.

The blonde turned to her sister, as if she was waiting for her to explain. Tough Astoria did not look as she wanted to say something. She was examining her nails, with a slight smile on her face. As if what was happening had nothing to do with her. Daphne was still glaring at her, and Harry did not know how she was not fazed by that look, it was so intimidating. She must be used to it.

Seeing that Astoria had no intention to talk, Daphne sighed and turned to face the young Gryffindor.

"As I was saying in my letter, Astoria, wanted to see if you were alright after your passage at the infirmary." She emphasized on her sister's name, throwing her another glare. "As her big sister, I decided to take things into my hands, and see with her if everything was alright with you."

Astoria coughed hard at what her sister said. She received another cold glare that did not seem to have any effect on her anyway.

"As you can see, I'm totally fine." He answered as he smiled at the sisters' antics. "If you know how Madam Pomfrey is with her patient, you should know there's no way she'd let me out of her infirmary if she wasn't sure I was completely healthy."

Astoria nodded at that. She seemed to be aware of the difficulty to escape Madam Pomfrey clutches.

"But Astoria, you seemed to be a little pale this morning, are you sick?"

The youngest Slytherin looked at her feet, looking a little embarrassed. It was weird, Harry never saw her like that. Given that they did not know each other for so long, but she was always smiling. He turned to look at her sister. Bad idea, she was glaring at him, brows furrowed. If she was not as scary as she, was she would look cute. It seemed that the question he asked was not welcomed by the siblings.

After an awkward silence, Astoria raised her head and finally answered to him, telling him that she just needed some sleep, and that she staggered in the library. Daphne being a overprotective big sister made her go to the infirmary. Harry did not really believe her, but he decided to not press the matter further, since it looked like a sour sensible subject.

They started to talk, enjoying the weather. Well Astoria and Harry did, Daphne for her part did not say a word. However, she did not look angry anymore, and Harry could swear he saw her smile once.

They talked about everything and anything, Astoria also asked him to go fly but her sister absolutely forbid it for the time being. Saying that she was not in condition to do so. That made Harry sure that it was not just a lack of sleep that made Astoria go to the infirmary.

"You know Harry." Astoria began, with a mischievous smile on her face. Looking oddly similar to the twins' smile, and it was not a good sign, never. "I was really surprised when I saw Polo dropping you that letter. I had no idea my sister was that bold."

"What do you mean?" He asked her as he tilted his head. He deduced Polo was that majestic owl he saw this morning. Not really fitting for such an owl.

"Astoria I already told you a hundredth times that his name is Apollo, not Polo." Daphne intervened hurriedly, as if she wanted to prevent her sister to say whatever she was going to say.

Then she did something surprising. So surprising in fact, that even Astoria looked aghast. A little proud, but aghast. She turned to face the young Potter with a smile. However, the smile looked fake, Harry could not be sure of it, but it looked like the sort of smile Snape had when he handed him a detention.

"So, Harry, tell us. Why did you faint in the infirmary covered in blood? And why did you lie to Granger, your best friend." She said in a what appeared to be a gentle voice. Harry was caught off guard. He thought the case was closed. He tried to reply but Daphne beat him to it. "And don't try to lie again. It was obvious that what you said earlier what nonsense. You're lucky Madam Pomfrey is more interested in healing people than knowing how they injured themselves."

The Gryffindor did not know what to say. He did not know his lies were seen through this easily. To be honest, he knew he could not fool his best friend because she knew him too well. Neither Madam Pomfrey because she knew the extent of his magical exhaustion. But he really thought that the Slytherin's siblings would see nothing but fire.

He searched for some supports towards Astoria, but she looked quite interested by the answer he had to give. She was looking at him the same way she looked at him when she asked him to teach her how to fly. He had to be mentally strong to not give up to those pleading eyes, so he looked back at Daphne who was still smiling sweetly at him.

I take back what I said, she's not that scary when she glares. I'd prefer a hundred of her glares, over that terrifying smile. Honestly, it's giving me the chills.

He tried to think of a way out that situation. He was obviously not telling them the truth; he might as well tell them he was a Dark Wizard. The best solution he came out with, was to tell them something that was close to the truth. Exactly what he did this morning, but now a little bit more convincing and closer to the truth.

"So, I was not really lying this morning. I really overdid it and fell down on the floor. That's what made me bleed." The siblings were looking at him, the same pensive expression on their face. If he ever doubted they were sisters, he could not anymore. They looked so much alike when they were like that.

He waited a bit before continuing, for two reasons. First he had to think of how to lie without really doing it too much. And second to wait for their approbation. They looked like they were analysing every word he said and tried to detect a lie in it. It seemed that they did not find any because they both nodded him to resume his explanation.

"Well, that's almost it. I was really training to be honest, but not physically. That's the lie in what I said this morning. I was actually trying a new spell I read in the library. I'm still not really sure of what happened. I must have exhausted my magic I guess because I fainted after using the spell."

Again, with the reflexive looks from the two Greengrass. After what seemed to be an eternity, they both sighed at the same time. It was a good sign; it did not look like they knew he lied.

"Well now that I dutifully answered you question, I guess it's time for me to go back." He said as he stood up. "You want to go back together?"

He really needed to know more about that snake. He also wanted to meditate because he still felt a little exhausted magically.

They told him they were staying here for a while and bid him goodbye.

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Even tough he slept for a while in the infirmary, Harry still felt exhausted, physically, and magically. It was like the first time he came back from a Quidditch training, all muscles of his body were sore. That is why he decided to go back to his dormitory and have a nap. But before that he should first try to meditate, to see if it could help him recuperate.

His dorm was empty, not really weird if you consider that it was a sunny Saturday afternoon. Who wanted to stay here instead of enjoying with his friends? Well, Harry. He hopped on his bed, closed the curtains around his four-poster-bed and sat up in his meditative stance.

While he was focusing on his breath and circulating his magic around his body, he noticed something. His sore muscles were feeling better when magic passed on them. The problem here was that Harry did not have a large pool of magic right now, so he could not try it more.

Once again, without realizing it he started thinking as he meditated. He pondered if it was possible to do as Chaos said he did. Gather magic from the air. Considering he was now in Hogwarts, a place with a high concentration of magic, there were no place more suited to try it.

Harry decided it would be a good first step, to actually try to feel the ambient magic. But it revealed to be a lot more difficult than feel the one inside his core. He was looking for a similar sensation he got from his own magic.

Seeing that he made no progress, he tried to view the issue from another angle. He started to think that maybe he could not do feel anything precisely because he was looking for something similar to his core. Did not Chaos say that every core is different? If every core is different, there is no way ambient magic and a core feel the same at all.

Harry tried to think of a kind of magic he could feel. A magic that was different from his own, maybe he would be able to feel the difference between different sorts of magics. He first thought of his wand, but it unfortunately it had the same feeling than his own. It was still an interesting piece of information, it must mean that wands were intrinsically connected to a wizard core, to the point their magic felt the same.

Back to the point, he needed another source of magic. Then Harry's mind finally clicked. The portkey and Moody's eye, he remembered sensing something coming from those. He focused on trying to remember the feeling he got from both of them.

Then he felt something, something he never felt before. It overwhelmed him, like a huge wave trying to swallow him whole. It was a terrifying sensation, to the point that it broke Harry concentration and almost made him fall from his bed.

Harry gasped, trying to catch his breathing. His body was soaked in sweat, still shivering from the shock. The weird thing about what just happened, was the fact that expect from his breathing, he was in an Olympic shape. His muscles were not sore anymore, he felt like he slept a full night (a rare thing nowadays), and his magic was replenished.

It must be the magic Chaos mentioned. No wonder he told me that not everyone could use it. It's savage, at least it looked like I can use it to some brute extent. I should work on it to not end up in that state every time.

"Ew, I stink." He said to himself as he was looking at his drenched clothes. "To the shower."

When he was undressing, Harry noticed something he already noticed two times already, the snake. It was still translucid, but when he took off his shirt, he felt it on his arm. Seeing that he still had time before him, he decided to resolve that mystery now, and not postpone it again.

"Hello?"

Just like earlier, near the lake, the snake "woke up", and straightened itself up to face the green-eyed boy, with its own emerald eyes.

"Greetingsss, Harry Potter."

The Parselmouth was gaping, a few hours ago, it was barely repeating the words he said without understanding them. Now he was answering him and called him by his name.

"How? You were not able to understand anything back then. What are you? Where are you coming from? What do you want from me?" Harry asked all those questions because he was panicking, he could not form any coherent thought at the moment.

"Calm down, I'm can't and won't hurt you. It'sss better if I explain everything from the beginning."

Harry nodded, motioning for the snake to keep going.

"Ssso, it all ssstarted this morning. When you sssummoned me. Wait, don't interrupt me, it will be fassster that way." Harry who was going to ask how the snake could still be here if he summoned him. Why didn't it disappear just like the others? "Yes you summoned me, and no I'm not like the othersss that you sssummoned, and there isss a sssimple reason to that. You casssted the ssspell in our language."

"Maybe you don't remember, but while you used the ssspell, your eyesss were alwaysss closed. But for the lassst ssspell, the one that sssummoned me, your eyesss were open, in a room full of sssnake." Harry's mind was whirling like crazy, the snake was right, he closed his eyes because he felt easier to gauge the magic he was using, and for the last one, he actually opened his eyes, ready to leave the Chamber.

Maybe casting a snake summoning spell in Parseltongue, made the snake stronger? Maybe that's why he's still here.

"Now that you know where I come from, onto the 'what am I' question. Well, I am a viper, a sssaw-sssscaled viper to be exact. I don't really know where thisss information come from, I jussst know it. However, I know sssomething elssse. I'm no ordinary sssaw-sssscaled viper. I came into existence with sssomething that no other of your sssummoned sssnake hasss. I have your magic. I am somehow linked to you through your magic, it'sss like I'm a part of you."

"The reason I wasss not awake at firssst, it isss because I needed Parssseltongue to wake me up. And onto why I did not underssstand what you were sssaying thisss morning, it wasss because I wasss ssstill in my 'early age' you could sssay. Asss if I wasss I baby back then."

Harry frowned at that. So, if it was a baby earlier, how come it was now capable of expressing itself that well now. Not a lot of time had passed since then.

"You mussst know that to sssussstain myssself, I either eat animalsss or feed myssself of magic. Your magic. Feeding myssself from your magic, help me grow. And earlier, your magic sssomehow exploded, I wasss able to feed myssself from it. Since we're sssomehow linked, I wasss able to learn from you. That'sss why I'm able to talk."

The snake finally was done with his speech. There was a minute when neither of them talked. The information Harry has gotten from the snake was weirdly making sense. It felt only natural for a Parselmouth to benefit from summoning a snake.

"Ssso, what'sss your name?" Harry finally asked.

"I don't have one, sssince I am a part of you, asss a part of you I am a male if you were wondering."

"I think everyone dessserves one." He remembered what it was like when he thought his name was freak, no one should be like that. "You shall be Sssadye."

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Weeks passed as Harry increased the intensity his trainings. Always going to the utmost limit, sometimes he still fainted. But now he had learnt his lesson, no need to go to the infirmary again. With his luck Professor Dumbledore could be there. On this topic, lately the headmaster seemed to be himself again. Smiling kindly at him when their eyes met, the twinkle form his eyes seemed to be back.

Back to his training, he felt that it was definitely paying off. His core could store a lot more magic than before, he no longer felt it hard to gather ambient magic and he was getting even better at his spellcasting regardless of the courses. The only problem he had was with his silent casting. For whatever reason, he could not manage to do it. Same goes for the wandless magic, even if Chaos told him to start with silent casting, he wanted to know if he could do it. The answer was no.

There was something else that was strange. He tried to use the snake summoning spell again, but nothing happened. Sadye conjectured that it was because he was still here, that maybe he did not have enough magic to fuel two "everlasting" snakes. Talking about that, he asked Sadye how it was possible that he did not vanish yet. He hypothesized that it could be for two reasons. First the magic he fed on the first day of his summoning made him mature enough to not vanish. Second was the Parseltongue incantation. If he could only wake up when talking in the snake language, maybe to vanish him, Harry needed to cast the spell in Parseltongue too. However, both of them were not willing to try that option, and were happy of that outcome.

Sadye because he obviously did not want to disappear, and Harry because Sadye was actually a part of him. He felt it now, it was always interesting to talk with him, because he could come with a detached view of how things happened. He was surprisingly a good friends to have.

Talking about friends, Harry finally came clean with Hermione about the Greengrass'. He talked to her about their encounter, how they did become friends and how he sometimes went to the pitch to teach her how to fly. He told her about Daphne too, how it was awkward to be alone with her but that she was actually someone who was caring and extremely kind. Hermione was happy about him making other friends than her and Ron but still warned him because they were still Slytherin at the end of the day.

They both accorded not to tell Ron, he would for sure not take it well. Ron was as usual, however, seeing his two best friends studying more, he did try to work a little more. It was something Harry was very proud of. And he did his best to help him. Hermione too did the same, taking her time to explain the theory for both of them. She seemed to have noticed that Harry did not help with the practical part of magic anymore. And honestly she looked proud of him but a still little bit annoyed by it.

He often met with the two Slytherin siblings. Well, most of the time, it was only Astoria, but from time to time, Daphne made an appearance. They mostly talked about Quidditch or lessons. There was one time, Astoria asked him about his adventures from the previous year. It was about spiders in the Forbidden Forest, and Daphne looked very interested. She was drinking his word avidly, it was really weird seeing her like that, she even asked some questions from times to times, interrupting him in the middle of his story. He obviously did not talk about the Basilisk or the Chamber, it could lead to some inconvenient questions.

In short, his times with his friends was great.

Teachers were more and more demanding, telling them that their O.W.L.s were approaching. However, what was a real challenge were the D.A.D.A. lessons. Professor Moody was actually putting them under the Imperius Curses. An actual Unforgivable. When he announced that, Harry was excited. He had read the books about those curses, but most of them were not relevant, talking about their prohibited status, or legal punishment. However, he would now be able to know firsthand how an Unforgivable was like.

When he got the curse cast on him, all he could feel was deception. It simply did not work on him. Of course, as everyone, he felt the urge to what the voice inside his head asked. But the urge was not that hard to fight against. Professor Moody looked quite put out at first but then burst out laughing telling the class that it was that result he hoped everyone reach by the end of the year.

That is how the weeks before the arriving of the two foreign schools passed.

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It was now the time most of the students were waiting for. Friday thirtieth of October. Their lesson ended half an hour earlier. It meant that they could leave Potion before anything explodes. Talking about Potion, Harry wanted to actually take back what he said before about Snape. He was an absolute git. Maybe the lesson he had before he was tired or something else, but for the past several weeks he was totally insufferable. Ending half an hour earlier his lesson was a blessing.

Harry and Ron were now in their dorm, tidying themselves up as Professor McGonagall practically ordered them. When doing so, Harry thought that they both needed new uniforms, they were getting to short. He decided the first Hogsmeade trip would be used to buy them.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and obviously his eyes fell on his famous untamable hair. He unconvincingly tried to flatten them out but quickly gave up. Instead, he tried something he never did before, he purposefully messed his hair up and to be honest he did not look that bad. The only problem was that he would draw too much attention like that. Something he did not like.

"Nice Harry, it looks really good. You should do it more often." Ron was looking at his hair approvingly. Seamus, Dean and Neville even nodded in their turn, approving what Ron just said.

He looked at himself once more and smiled.

"Yeah thank you, you're right, I should." He checked that Sadye was still sleeping and invisible in his sleeve, it was the best way they thought for him to stick with Harry without risking being found out.

They headed together to the entrance hall, where the Heads of Houses were already lining up students. Contrary to what he thought, Professor McGonagall did not say anything about his hair. When she saw him, she only smiled sadly, as if she was remembering something and turned her head. Professor Snape on the other hand looked at him with even more hate that usually. Maybe he thought Harry was a disgrace to their school. Well, he did not say anything out loud, so Harry did not really care.

They waited for some times before the Beauxbatons delegation made their entrance. In their Cinderella-like carriage, pulled by huge flying horses.

Holy… Are those pegasus? Whew, they know how to make an entrance.

The students that came off behind the gigantic woman, were all looking haughty, so Harry did not pay much attention to them. He felt something coming from one of them, a gorgeous blonde girl, he had enough training to understand that she was emitting magic. From his experience, people were not emitting magic, the only time he remembered something like that was when Professor Dumbledore convoked him in his office earlier that year.

It was not exactly the same because the magic the Headmaster exalted, was purely scary and made his breathing almost stop. The girl from Beauxbatons was weaker, and did not look scary. It was actually a pulling sensation he got from her magic. It did not work on Harry though. He looked around himself and a lot of guy were looking at her weirdly.

Wait a minute. A girl that can attract that much attention with her magic, didn't I see that somewhere? Then he remembered. Veela, at the World Cup, it's a lot weaker than Veela though. Maybe I'm wrong and she's just to beautiful?

By the time Harry was done with his thoughts, a commotion was heard by the lake. A large ship came slowly out of it. It was the Durmstrang delegation. And to everyone's surprise, Viktor Krum, the Seeker he had seen during the World Cup, was a student from Durmstrang.

The thing about the Durmstrang students was that they were not looking as haughty as the Beauxbatons ones. The latter seemed to be disgusted by the castle either by putting something on their nose, or just by their expression.

Despite Ron's best efforts to get the Durmstrang students to sit at their table, they went to the Slytherin one. Harry looked towards his two Slytherin friends, and saw an absolute look of awe on Astoria's face. Daphne for her part looked at him straight in the eyes, a smug expression on her face. Harry smiled at that, they were more comfortable with each other compared to the first weeks.

If I remember clearly, she had a Bulgarian scarf when I saw her at the World Cup. She must be happy he's at their table. Even if with how shy she is, she would hardly talk to him.

The Beauxbaton for their parts, sat at Ravenclaw table. Snob with snob I guess. It was a generalization, and he knew that but still, they had the same look on their face.

They finally started the banquet, but Harry's mind was on the four additional chairs that Filch brought at the teacher's table. The two were for the two new Headmasters, but the two others were still empty, it was weird. While he was thinking about who the two other guests could be, Harry felt something coming. A feeling of magic he felt earlier. It was from the French girl. He was still thinking about the possible guest though, so he did not pay her any attention. It was something he could now consciously of, thinking of two things at the same time. More than two was still hard but he was still proud of that fact.

It could be some organizer of the event. If I'm not wrong, Professor Dumbledore said that it was the Ministry that brought back the Triwizard Tournament. Maybe it is some Ministry representative.

Harry really liked to try deducing things, the past weeks, when he was eating or in a boring class (History), he always examined people and try guessing some things about them, it was actually thanks to that exercise that he could use his mind for two things at the same time.

"Harry, you okay?" Hermione asked him after her usual bickering with Ron. "You ignored the French girl, she did not look pleased at all." But Hermione was actually smiling proudly when saying that.

"Huh? Oh yeah just thinking about the two remaining chairs at the teacher's table. I was wondering who that could be for."

He then looked curiously at the French girl who just left their table, she was now sitting at the Ravenclaw table, ignoring all the gaze she received from most of the boys. As if she sensed his eye on her, she turned towards him, a scowl planted on her pretty face. Her scowl deepened when she saw him looking at her, she hmphed, raised her nose and turned back. It was quite funny actually, Harry actually snorted at that childish reaction.

"Yes, maybe it's a miscalculation form Filch." Not noticing the exchange between her friend and the French girl, Hermione looked pensively at the teacher's table.

When they were all satiated, two newcomers arrived. The Headmaster introduced them as Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports and Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Harry remembered seeing them at the World Cup, Bagman was the commentator, and Crouch was the one who accused them after the Death Eaters' attack.

When Bagman was introduced, Harry saw the twins flinch a little bit. The more he looked at them the more excited the seemed to be. Maybe it was because he was an ex-pro Quidditch beater, and they wanted to get advice for him.

Still lost in thoughts, he did not see Filch coming back with a huge wooden chest encrusted with jewels, until Hermione nudged him with her shoulder.

Professor Dumbledore explained again that the Tournament was prohibited for any students below seventeen years old. He also informed them that he draw a line that made anyone under seventeen trying his luck unable to do so.

Wow, is that even possible? How can he be so precise in what he wanted to do with his magic. I should take a look when I have the time.

When it was time for them to go back to their dormitory, the twins shared their desire to put their name in the Goblet with the help of an Aging Potion. Harry doubted a wizard like Dumbledore had not thought about a simple solution like that but did not say anything. And when they asked them whether he wanted to try his luck, he said no without hesitation. He was supposed to train, not lose his time in a stupid Tournament.

Something weird happened again. When they were letting Durmstrang delegation pass, they all stopped and looked curiously at him. It made him remember how famous he was in the Wizarding World, he did not know even in Bulgaria people knew him. However, the most bizarre reaction was from their Headmaster, he looked at him as if he was not real.

Fortunately, Professor Moody came to his rescue. It seemed that there was a story between the two, because Karkaroff became white as soon as he saw him and left without a word. After what they all went back to their dormitories.

After his daily meditation, Harry did not fall asleep. He remembered what day was tomorrow. Thirty-first of October. That day was the day he labelled as the worst of his life. He lost his parent that day, and in his school years in Hogwarts, something has always gone wrong that day.

Imagine I get picked for the Triwizard Tournament… Pfft, no way even for me that would be too much.

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The following day Harry and his two best friends woke up early to see who would put his name in the Goblet. However, it seemed that they were not alone thinking that. There were a lot of people already in the Great Hall when they arrived.

Ron asked a girl if someone already put his name in the Goblet. Apparently the whole Durmstrang delegation did, but no one from Hogwarts was seen doing it.

And the first to try were of course the twins plus Lee. They arrived in the Great Hall walking with a pompous air, making everyone laugh.

They approached the Age line carefully and gulped their potion. Fred went in first with the paper where his name was written, followed by closely by George. For a moment everyone thought they had succeeded, but then a loud sound was heard, and the twins were projected out of the line, their slip of paper with them. Then they started aging like crazy, a long white beard came out of each of them.

A moment of silence passed and then everyone burst out laughing, including the twins.

"Ah, I see that my warning were not enough." An amused Professor Dumbledore said. "Alas you are not the first ones, but I must say, your beards are definitely better than the previous contestant. I suggest you get a tour of the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey surely has something to fix that."

When they were eating, Harry learned that Warrington, the Quidditch player from Slytherin, and Cedric Diggory put their names in the Goblet of Fire. No sign of a Gryffindor doing it, though.

As soon as he thought that, Angelina Johnson, his teammates, came back from the Goblet and announced that she put her name in. They all congratulated her. Now they had a representant from Gryffindor.

They decided they would go visit Hagrid today, btu Hermione remembered she did not ask him to join SPEW yet. So, she asked them to wait for her until she took all she needed form her dorm. While she was absent, Beauxbatons students came to drop their name in the Goblet.

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It was now Halloween feast, but everyone was waiting for it to end quickly so the champions could be announced. After what seemed to be an eternity, the feast finally came to an end.

Everyone was at the edge of his chair, waiting impatiently for the Goblet to make its decision. Suddenly, flames started coming out of the Goblet and it spat out a piece of paper that Professor Dumbledore calmly caught.

"The champion of Durmstrang is…" He paused for a moment, cultivating the suspense, and enjoying it seemed because he was smiling. "Viktor Krum."

Cheering exploded from the Great Hall, it came from everywhere, it seemed that his popularity transcended Houses differences. He stood up and walked toward the chamber next to the staff table.

The Great Hall quieted down when the Goblet lighted up once more. A second piece of parchment shout out of it, and once again Hogwarts' Headmaster caught it.

"Beauxbaton champion will be…" Another pause. "Fleur Delacour."

The cheering was not as loud for, her. Only polite applause and some whistling. It was the girl with the weird magic. She, like Viktor, stood up and went to the chamber, attracting a lot of male attention. Contrary to Krum, her delegation was not really happy, some of them were even crying.

Silence came back again when the Goblet was about to spit another name out of it.

"And finally, for Hogwarts, the champion is…" Pause again. "Cedric Diggory."

The Hufflepuff table exploded, making even more noise than they did for Krum. Harry was, like Ron, disappointed. He had hoped for a Gryffindor Champion. But well at least, what he thought yesterday before sleeping was not coming true.

Dumbledore suddenly stopped his speech when the Goblet red flame rose up again. Shooting another slip of parchment out of it. Dumbledore caught it this time too, but his face was not as calm as before. It was worried, and before reading it, he looked in Harry's direction but quickly looked away.

Harry stomach did a loop, a feeling of doom settling over him.

There's no way, right? My luck can't be that bad, come on.

Dumbledore did not talk for a while, examining closely the slip of parchment in his hand. Everyone was looking at him, willing to know what had just happened. And then he sighed, cleared his throat, and read out —

"Harry Potter."

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Finally done, whew it's the longest I wrote so far. I hope you liked it!

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