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"That isn't the point, Mister Potter!"
"But it is! That's the whole point of the Infirmary, to ensure that all ailments and wounds are tended to. Mine are, so can I please just not go back?"
Pomfrey seemed to shake in anger for a moment and the Potters were sure that she was about to bind Andrew and drag him back to the Hospital Wing by force.
"Fine, I'll let you go this time, but should you feel any discomfort, I want you to come to the Hospital Wing right away." she told him angrily and waited for the boy to nod his head before turning and headed down the hallway, muttering about stubborn students.
"Bullet dodged." Harry muttered with a grin.
"Oh just you wait, you'll be in there soon enough and I'll be the one making smart-arsed remarks." Andrew said with a small huff.
Book 4 – Chapter 13: And The Winner Is...!
Friday had finally arrived and the school was buzzing with excitement. From the naive first years who thought this tournament was exactly what the teachers and officials tried to sell it as; 'A chance for international growth and friendship' all way to the unabashed seventh years who knew exactly what this was going to be; an absolute gore fest.
Andrew noticed people chucking their names in with vigor, probably on some bet from their friends. He couldn't help but shake his head at their utter stupidity. Firstly this tournament wasn't something to simply chuckle at. This was a tournament banned for killing literally every contestant the last time it was instated. Smart thing the Ministry sold it as eternal glory, else no one would be interested.
"So you reckon they placed your names in the Goblet?" Ron asked in a quiet whisper.
"Yeah, the fake Moody was caught, but the professors have no way of figuring out whose name they threw in if not both." Harry responded.
"Should we really be talking about this in the open?" Hermione asked in a harsh whisper as her eyes drifted to a curious looking Ginny Weasley.
This is why Andrew loved Hermione, when she pointed it out the other two boys sat back in their seats and pretended like nothing had happened.
"We'll discuss this later, now I believe Hermione and I have Runes and you two have Trelawney. See you lot later." Andrew said with a nod as he pulled Hermione along.
"Those two have always been kinda close, haven't they?" Ron asked Harry who shrugged.
"I suppose, but they're the smartest people in the year, it is really that big a surprise?" Harry retorted.
"It's more than that." Ginny spoke from her place at the table.
"What d'you mean?" Ron asked his little sister.
"There's a betting pool among the Gryffindors; the bet is when those two will end up together."
"What? Andrew and Hermione? No... I don't see it." Ron said with a small laugh. Harry chose to not comment.
"Well of course you don't; you're too close to them, but to the rest of us, it's pretty clear. Except now with Su Li in the running - everyone who placed a bet is nervous."
That caught Harry's attention. "Oh?"
"Yeah, if Hermione and Andrew don't end up together there's always Su Li, they've been hanging out a lot lately as well."
"So, there's a betting pool that Andrew could end up with one of two girls? What about Harry and I?"
"Well, there's a poll for Harry as well, but I'm not too sure about you." Ginny answered with a shrug.
"What why?"
"You're my brother, I don't really care about who you end up with." Ginny responded nonchalantly.
Ron grumbled about irritating little sisters before being pulled along to the Divination classroom with Harry.
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"Okay, let's double check this." Andrew murmured. He went over his rune cluster to ensure he didn't make a mistake somewhere, they were now creating a small fire, like an incendio without the damage.
As he continued the check over the cluster he saw a flash on either side of him and noticed that both Hermione and Su had managed to ignite their flames. After a second he raised his wand and pushed a small amount of magic onto the parchment and smiled happily when the blue flames erupted on his page.
His flames were slightly smaller than Su's but larger than Hermione's, not that it was a competition or anything but he did notice something when he looked over at Su and couldn't help but feel a bit competitive; she was smirking at him. She was actually acting smug about the fact that she had beaten him. Oh that little-
"Well done, Ms' Greengrass, Davis, Granger and Li as well as Mr's Zabini, Potter, Boot and Thomas. Take 5 points each for your success!" Professor Babbling said with a happy smile at the students.
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As the day came to an end and the last of classes were complete Andrew went off to his little recluse and hoped to see his friend there.
"Hello?" he said loudly as he pushed the door open.
"Potter." they greeted back.
"Long time, no see."
"Yes, it's been rather peaceful without you here being a typical Gryffindor."
"... Say's the Slytherin that got a short end of the stick on our last arrangement." Andrew retorted.
"And that will be the last time it'll ever happen. Now what do you want? I thought you were too busy to come around here anymore."
Andrew paused for a second, unsure on how to commence.
"I need you to do something for me." he finally said.
Blinking at his tone, the Slytherin looked up at the boy in question. "Yes?"
"Alright, so I don't know if you've heard about Moody?"
"You mean about the fact that Defense was canceled today due to him being sick? Yeah, rather unlikely with the stories I've heard about the old man, I'd be surprised if he woke up groggy. He's way too paranoid, he'd probably think someone gave him Dreamless sleep and would down a few dozen Pepper ups to ensure he didn't pass out again."
"Well, he was imprisoned."
"What?!"
"Yeah, caught off guard. So essentially..." Andrew then went on to tell his Slytherin partner just what the hell happened these past few days.
"Merlin..." she said quietly.
"Yeah. So now Harry and I might have our names entered into the cup."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"I need you to try and smother the fire before it begins in Slytherin House, I don't expect you to go in there and sing my praises or try to persuade the moron's," she knew he meant Malfoy and his ilk immediately. "just don't let them turn the entire house against me, if anything get to be neutral."
"And how do you expect me to do that?"
"I don't know, they're your house. Look the only reason I'm asking this is because whether it's Harry or me, or hell both of us in this god damned tournament, we would rather not have to worry about Slytherin House cursing us in the back while we've got our minds on other things."
"Hmm, okay, I can do that... if..."
"God damn it!" Andrew groaned as his snakey friend named their demands.
"Look I can put in a good word for you, at best but I can't promise much else."
They shot Andrew a look of annoyance.
"I don't control how people feel! I can only tell her about you but I can't say she'll recuperate."
"Fine, but they'd better be good things about me."
"I'll try my best." Andrew said with a roll of his eyes.
After talking for a little more Andrew headed out and went to Gryffindor tower for a bit of a nap before heading down to the Great Hall for the announcements of the vict- Champions.
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The school buzzed excitedly as Dinner approached, Hermione had been taking notes on the Goblet everyday since it had arrived, writing the runes she could see, while making mental notes to find more about the artifact in the library.
She felt a body sit beside her and glanced over to see Ron sitting next to her.
"Hey." he greeted with a nod.
"Hmm."
"So the drawing for the champions is tonight."
"That it is." Hermione replied while concentrating on her sketches of the runes.
"Who do you think is going to make it in?" Ron asked, not noticing that she seemed busy.
Sighing Hermione looked up. "I really don't care, Ron." she told him honestly.
"What? You have to care, I mean..." he looked around to ensure no one was watching or listening to their conversation. "Harry and Andrew have some serious competition if it were like, Krum or like Flint or something."
"That is true, but until we know who the Goblet actually chooses, there is little to nothing we can actually do." Hermione replied with a shrug before pausing. "You sound happy about them being entered without their consent." she added with a small glare.
"Are you kidding me, you'd have to be mental, not to be happy for them. I mean, eternal glory? A thousand Galleons? That's the dream." he replied with a blissful look.
"Ronald Weasley, you're an absolute tool. Didn't you hear a word Andrew's said about this Tournament? What was the name of the last winner of the competition?"
Ron slightly taken aback by her tone blinked before frowning in concentration.
"You don't know, do you? Of course you don't!"
"Are you calling me dumb?!"
"I wasn't but I might be now, since you're reacting before hearing what I had to say in full!"
"Then say what you need to say!"
"My point, Ronald is that you don't know the last winner's name so how in the hell is that 'eternal glory'?"
Ron shut his mouth with an audible click, cutting off his retort.
Hermione huffed and collected her books before standing and storming out of the Great Hall.
"Mental that one." Ron muttered to himself while shaking his head in shock.
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Harry was sitting reading Sirius' latest letter, he hadn't heard from Tonks for a while, well not since seeing her in Dumbledore's office. Smiling he thought back to when she kissed him on the cheek before shaking his head.
Four years in the Magical World and Harry could say his met a giant killer three headed dog, a giant killer snake, an actual killer and finally something cool, the Headmaster's phoenix.
He paused for a second, trying to remember the name Dumbledore had given him, "Oh right, Fawkes."
The raven haired boy leaped a foot in the air when a sudden rush of heat and air appeared beside him and there sat Fawkes, looking proud and slightly confused before making eye contact with Harry and trilling happily.
"Did you just come because I called you?"
Fawkes nodded his head happily and Harry couldn't fight the massive smile that spread across his face.
"This is awesome."
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Fleur Delacour sat in the Beauxbatons carriage thinking about the upcoming evening. It was finally here, her time to prove to the others in her school that she was more than just a pretty face, something that irritated her to no end. She always heard the others whisper quietly when she passed, her best friend; Monique, was the only other person willing to get to know her.
Except now she had met Andrew Potter, a boy who was a mystery. She had heard her first night in Hogwarts of how he had attacked the Ravenclaw's for no reason what so ever, earning him the name of an unstable wizard ready to blow at any moment. So far she hadn't had many conversations with him, but it was hard to see where those rumors were coming from. She hadn't seen sign of unchecked anger in the boy. If anything, their conversations were nothing but pleasant experiences.
She decided to ask him about the incident next time they spoke. See if there was an actual reason behind the so called attack and get to the bottom of this. She had yet to meet his brother; Harry Potter, the boys were quite famous even in France, but it was a shock to her that Andrew was... not how he was depicted in the novels about their adventures.
But that was neither here nor there, she needed to take a shower and get ready for the announcements tonight, she was not being unreasonable, just because some judge you before they get to know you, doesn't mean you shouldn't be presentable in any circumstance. She stood and grabbed her toiletries and headed to the shower to commence with her usual routine.
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The time had finally arrived and the Great Hall was packed with students from all three schools the tables and benches had been moved to the side to allow focus to be given to the Goblet which sat ominously in the middle of the Great Hall.
Everyone chatted excitedly as the Professors and the Head of the Magical Games and Sports; Ludo Bagman and Madam Bones entered through the back.
Andrew noticed that Barty Crouch seemed to be absent from tonight's proceedings, three guesses why.
It seemed as though Harry had the same thought as they made eye contact and nodded their heads at each other.
"Good Evening everyone. I am glad to see all of you happy and healthy." Dumbledore greeted with a twinkle in his eye.
The murmurs seemed to die down slightly as the students realized that the selection process was about to begin.
Dumbledore lifted his hand and proceeded to dim the torches around the Hall.
"Bloody show off." Andrew mumbled, which resulted with an elbow in his rib cage courtesy of Hermione.
"Now then, let us begin." Dumbledore said as he placed a hand on the Goblet. The entire Hall fell quiet as everyone watched in anticipation.
Suddenly there was a flash and a piece of parchment flew from the Light blue Flames.
"The Champion for Durmstrang is, Viktor Krum!"
The students erupted in applause as the Bulgarian student stood and pumped his fist in the air. He walked through the aisle between the benches, every now and again slapping a palm or shaking a hand before he reached Dumbledore and gave a solid hand shake before being directed to the back room.
The Goblet flashed once more as another name was launched into the air, with quick reflexes Dumbledore caught the second piece.
"The Student representing Beauxbatons Academy is... Fleur Delacour!"
The cheering wasn't as large as Krum's but a few students from the French gave a polite clap, one of the girls legitimately started crying as she stood and ran from the Hall. Andrew would comment on that in a minute. Though the largest cheering by far came from the male population of the castle. It literally resonated in Andrew's chest. Bloody animals.
Fleur ignored them all with trained poise and walked over to the Headmaster and like Krum before her, shook his hand before she was lead to the back room.
The third flash happened, and Harry could feel the tension in his shoulders, looking over to his brother he wasn't surprised to find him glaring at the floating parchment piece.
"And the Hogwarts Champion shall be... Cedric Diggory!"
Andrew blinked. "Really? Well, well done to Cedric, how much do you want to bet that Hufflepuff's just glad to get some sort of attention?" he whispered to Hermione who shot him a glare. He didn't back down though and smiled wider.
"You're a jerk, you know that?"
"It's been insinuated." he replied with a cheeky shrug.
"You're impossible." Hermione retorted.
Dumbledore had just sent Cedric down to the backroom and looked over to the Goblet for a second before turning to the students and smiling.
"And with that, the champions have been selected-"
"Do you think?" Andrew thought to his brother.
"God I hope so..." Harry thought back.
"- And so I hope you will all join me in supporting the..." Dumbledore's voice stopped as he looked over to the Goblet.
Another flash went off and a piece of parchment flew through the air before the flames of the Goblet flickered and died, the name and parchment softly floated towards the Headmaster who caught it and gasped as he read the name.
He looked up and looked over to where the Gryffindor students sat.
"... Potter." he said quietly.
Andrew and Harry shared a look.
"Did he just say Potter?"
"He did?"
"But, which one?"
"That's the question isn't it?"
There was a hush as Dumbledore spoke once more.
"Andrew... Potter!"
There was a moment of silence as the entire Hall seemed to digest the name, but they were interrupted as the dark skinned boy stood and angrily exclaimed.
"Oh. Fuck. ME!"
