Disclaimer:

I am not J.K. Rowling and I do not own Harry Potter. I sure wish I did.

Author's Note: Some parts of this chapter have been reproduced from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I don't own that too. I wish I did.

CHAPTER 1

"If I thought I could help you by putting you in an enchanted sleep, and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better," said Dumbledore gently.

Deep inside, Albus Dumbledore was feeling a great weight. Though he felt relief when Harry made it out of the maze alive, the sight of him clutching Cedric's lifeless body couldn't fade away from his thoughts. Away from memories of the past.

That night was one of the longest he has ever spent awake. Feeling restless, he decided to walk down the spiral staircase and to the trophy room to gaze upon it again.

There lies a small group of medals within, marked as Services to the School. The latest was from Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, that fateful night when they saved a student from a basilisk and a young Lord Voldemort.

He scanned the glass case, looking at all the glinting awards. He saw a lot of people he used to know, such as Sirius Black (He chuckled to himself, as though Sirius would ever actually be helpful) for saving someone from the lake; Fabian Entmoot, Conrad Law, and even Tom Marvolo Riddle, who became Lord Voldemort.

But one of them stood out to Dumbledore more than anything else. The medal had his name on it, and beside it, another.

Giles Hart.

"Giles," He thought to himself, "I never was the one who deserved this,"

He breathed as easily as he could, when he noticed someone floating beside him. Someone cold.

"You haven't been here since your seventh year, Headmaster," said the ghost.

"Sir Nicholas, I must say, after what has happened to Harry tonight, I can't help but remember the old days," said Dumbledore.

"Ah, I remember you two back then. You and Giles were the prodigies of the age. Very bright. Exceptionally, in fact. I daresay no one else knows the fact that you were so unmercifully studious; created your own spell in your sixth year, if I remember correctly?" mused Nicholas.

"No, it was Giles who did that. I merely helped him by suggesting the form in which the spell should be, for ease of use," he smiled, but barely.

"You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened, Headmaster. You actually saved your life, and even brought him back," said Nicholas, frowning at him. They had had this conversation back when Dumbledore was still a student, and Nicholas, though not the most patient ghost, still managed to talk to him like this.

"Nicholas, it was he who saved me. It was he who brought us back. The effort involved killed him, he was already very weak after the duel," whispered Dumbledore. Nicholas looked uneasily at him. This was a new part of the conversation; he never mentioned it before.

"Tell me, then. How did it come to be?"

"I should start from the beginning," said Dumbledore.

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