After his blow up at the Potters, Harry had heard nothing from them, though they had been back the next day. It seems that Viktor and Henry had taken a walk that night for some reason and been attacked by Barty Crouch. This had meant the auror presence at the school increased, and the champions were each assigned a guard. Thankfully Harry was assigned a Tonks as his guard, who was fun and would occasionally duel him. Harry was shocked a couple days later at breakfast.

He was sitting with Daphne, Klaus, Marcsa, Blaise and Tracey. Klaus and Marcsa had picked up enough English that they could communicate quite well, and if they didn't know a word, Harry was there to help. They were discussing international politics. Most of the English seemed very ignorant of continental Europe and its various ministries. Tracey was asking about working in the Carpathian Mountains and had been shocked to learn Transylvania has its own ministry separate from Hungary or Romania. The conversation died down when owls started landing. Harry noticed his aunt's owl Donatello come sweeping in. The surprise was when it landed in front of Daphne, not Harry.

"Whose owl is that Daph?" Tracey asked, looking over.

"I don't know. I have never seen it before." Harry reached over to grab the letter.

"Its my aunt's. He must be slightly confused." As he was close to the letter, Donatello snapped at his hand. The bird had never done that before. Daphne reached for it, and he did nothing to stop her. Grabbing the letter she opened it and smiled.

"It is from your aunt, but its for me. It seems she wants to get to know me." Instantly Harry was nervous and tried to grab the letter. Daphne laughed and held it out of his grasp. "Oh, Mr. Black trying to steal my correspondence, shame on you."

"Why is she writing to you? Let me see what she-"

"Tch, no, no. This is between me and your aunt. Come on Tracey, Marcsa, I need your help with this." All three girls got up and left, causing Klaus to laugh. Blaise joined in and said,

"Looks like you are out of luck there Harry. Your aunt and Daphne are talking together, you have just lost control of your life." Harry just sat there and shook his head. From then on Harry would see Donatello taking and delivering letters between the two, which had Harry worried, but he found out little of the conversation between the two. Besides that, the last month of classes and school went well. Harry helped Daphne prepare for her exams; he had been excused from his due to the tournament. He finished up his remaining potion's work and moved to concentrate solely on Battle Magics and the tournament. He had made significant strides in the Melenchalad, but still did not have perfect control. He had perfected the last chains that Professor Selwyn had assigned, so the spell was the last thing Selwyn had wanted him to do. Harry was thankful that Henry had kept his distance during this time, and when they had crossed paths Henry would look away and avoid his gaze. He seemed to be ashamed that Harry knew his family's dark secret, but that was fine with Harry.

Finally the day came of the final task. Harry had been greeted by his aunt, again. Daphne was there as well, and as soon as Harry finished hugging Dorea, Daphne hugged her as well. The two started chatting, and Harry felt his nerves rise again. The two wished him luck and made their way to the stands to watch, as Harry made his way down to the starting area.

Once there Harry found the other champions and Bagman. Bagman went over the rules, and the order that they would enter. He wished them luck and left. Harry and Henry made their way to the entrance and waited. The wait was tense, and Henry opened his mouth several times, but quickly shut it each time. Finally Bagman's speech to the crowd was winding down and suddenly there was a bang and Harry made his way into the Maze. He and Henry came to a T-intersection, both nodded and went their own way.

Harry came across a few obstacles, the worst being some big lobster creature. It had taken quite a bit to bring the beast down, but Harry had done so and continued on. Throughout his journey to the centre he heard the announcements of the others entering the maze and soon everyone was in the competition. He didn't come across any of the other competitors until about an hour after the final champion entered.

Harry was working his way back after coming to a dead end, when he heard something. Slowing down and casting a disillusionment charm, Harry got ready. Carefully looking around a corner Harry saw Jacques. The Beauxbaton student was fighting an acromantula. He seemed to be handling himself alright, but then Viktor appeared behind him. Viktor quickly dispatched Jacques and the spider. The efficiency, the cold brutality of Viktor's actions striked Harry as odd. Viktor could be a hell of an opponent, but he was always concerned with winning honourably. This sneak attack was not in his character. Harry decided he would follow and watch Viktor. As he passed Jacques he sent up some red sparks and continued after Viktor.

Viktor moved through the maze as if he knew the layout, this began to become more and more confusing. Soon Viktor came across Diggory, whom he attacked right away. Harry watched as the two battled each other. Viktor managed to win and proceeded to send red sparks and move on. Following him Harry could not help but wonder at the surety of Viktor's movement in the maze; he continued moving about the maze directly, never back tracking and going in a certain direction. Eventually Viktor came across Delacour and attacked again. This match lasted longer and allowed Harry to analyse Viktor closer. Harry could see Viktor's movements were very rigid and strained, much different than his natural grace and fluidity. The battle continued for a bit, but just as Viktor got a stunner on Delacour, Henry turned the corner. Seeing Viktor Potter quickly struck, and his parents' training showed through, he quickly hit Viktor with a stunner. Harry thought now would be a good time to intercede.

"Been busy I see." He must have spooked Henry, because the boy had jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Merlin! Way to give a guy a heart attack. I came across him fighting Fleur."

"Yes, he also got Diggory and des Cartes."

"What? That means we're the last two?" Harry could see Henry eyeing his wand.

"Yes it does. I came from this way, you from there leaving us with only that direction left. I say we both continue that direction until coming to a split and then separate." Harry could see Henry trying to see if Harry was tricking him, but eventually he gave in.

"I, ah, yeah. Yeah, that works for me. After you." As the two set off they sent off the red sparks and headed down. The path would turn every now and then, but never diverged, it was fairly odd, until they made one last turn and ended up in front of the Triwizard cup.

"Well isn't this awkward. What do we do now? Duel for it?" Harry asked the obvious first.

"Ha, like I stand a chance in that. No, you are the better wizard, you take it." Harry frowned. What was this? Henry being modest, or was it some kind of trick? The boy looked sincere enough, but why would he give up his chance for victory. "Listen: take it. I know school honour and prestige is important to you, so take it. You have already given me a very important gift this year. I found out about my brother, and now I will get a chance to meet him this summer." That stopped Harry. He now believed the boy was being honest, but if the Potters went to the Dursleys...He would tell Aunt Dorea and work on that later. Harry was sure as hell not be given a victory. He had more pride than that.

"Scratch that we both take it." Henry looked like was going to argue, but then stopped.

"Who would win, then?"

"Neither, it would be a tie. Such things have happened in the past. Further the two youngest would be the winners that way. Glory and prestige to both Hogwarts and Durmstrang."

"Hmm...Deal!" They both approached and grabbed the cup at the same time, and then everything spun and went black.