YEAR FOUR
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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And whoever that Guest was
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Harry POV
There was an old man. A man that I have never seen before in my life. But somehow, someone had printed some knowledge into my head, about him. It felt as if I had known all about him this whole time. Anyways, this man, was Tom Riddle's family servant, when he was a child. Tom Riddle, as in The Dark Lord.
He was making some hot water in the night; he couldn't sleep. Through the window, he saw that the lights of an adjacent building were still shining bright. The chances they were naughty little children, were high and he became quite annoyed. Forgetting all about the kettle, the old man walked out with a terribly lit lantern. He hurried along the path that led him to the tall brick house, for the wind that night was chilly.
Reaching the doorway, the entrance creaked, as they hadn't been used in years. He walked up the rusty old staircase, wincing at each squeak, and quickened his pace as he heard voices at the top. Hiding in the shadows of the top room's door, he spotted a scraggly man, ginormous snake, and a big chair, that seemed to be holding a small child-like creature. They seemed to be whispering information, when the poor soul stepped back, making a noticeable noise and the three residents of the room looked up.
The snake hissed and the creature that could not be seen spoke, "You're saying there is an old muggleborn at the doorway?" The reptile slithered through the doorway, around the elder's legs, and he silently gasped, stepping back.
"Tell him to come closer…"
The muggleborn stepped through the light when a harsh green light shined. The words Avada Kedavra were commanded from the same raspy voice and all was dark.
Someone was slapping my cheeks gently,"Harry? Harry get up."
I groaned as the breeze cut through, touching my bare torso. A familiar sharp pain tugged at my forehead, the dream still haunting my mind. I hunched over, my neck and back covered in sweat, glistened in the morning gleam.
"Harry, my father was given tickets to the Quidditch World Cup! And you're tagging along. Father and Zabini are waiting at my house, we're gonna meet them there once we get you ready," Draco spoke; I had realised it had been him after I had heard the two words, my father.
"I'll grab Hedwig and trunk, you just get changed, okay?" he whispered.
I threw on a green shirt and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. All was well until the door was slammed open. Uncle Vernon stepped in.
"What's going on here, boy?! Who are you babbling to about? TELL ME!" he turned and saw Draco in the corner,"YOU! You brat! You're gonna take Potter here away like last time, filthy creature."
He grabbed me by the collar and slammed my back into the wall and I saw stars. He only got one, good slap in, before Draco pulled out his wand. Mind you, that blow hurt. As STUPIFY was yelled, and I got thrown into the opposite wall. Ouch. Drake helped me up, my air flow paused for a moment, and we apparated to the Malfoy Manor. (A/N i know they can't use magic, but it's Malfoy, he's allowed to do anything ;D)
"You okay, mate? Nothing's broken right?" he grimaced.
I smirked,"Fine really, actually splendid!"
We laughed and ran into Blaise as the Portkey harshly threw us down.(A/N I would describe the process more, but tbh I never really understood it myself :/ sry) He muttered something like bloody hell, and was chastised shortly after by Mr. Malfoy. We laughed and sang and hollered all the way to the game; bumping into the redheaded family made it ten times better.
Now I swear that I am not one to be mean or cruel or taunting, like Draco. I try to be as nice as possible, I mean I am a shy little Slytherin, but when it came to the Weasley's, I let my anger go. I know, that sounds mean and wrong, but Ronald Weasley and his twin brother's, Fred and George had made it their personal job to torture me as much as possible. Sure, the young girl Weasley, and the eldest (Percy was his name?) were fine to me, but the other three were horrid. Mr. Malfoy usually hated me, but in times where I jeered at the Weasley's I could swear I saw him smiling.
Draco started it off by sneering, " Let's just say if it rains you shall be the first to know!", to Ronald's question about how high up they were. Draco continued by boasting, " We shall be sitting in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!"
At this, Draco's father, hit him in the chest with his cane, "Don't boast, Draco!"
I finally spoke up, adding in, "There is no need with these people… and please, do enjoy yourself won't you? While you can…" I trailed off darkly. The Malfoy's and Blaise started at me in approval, whilst the Weaslett had to hold back her brother. I had no idea where the dark tone had come from, but I mean I was a Slytherin, guess it was in my blood.
As we made our way to our seats, Draco and Blaise clapped me on the back for my behaviour. I grinned and laughed with them about the look on Weasel's, until Mr. Malfoy turned around and silenced us with one look. Slowly a smile spread across his face.
"No reason to stop the cheering boys, please continue, for Mr. Potter here had finally shown his true Slytherin colors."
They continued to pat me on the back, but all I could think about is what Draco's father had said. He had finally accepted me as the snake I truly was.
Draco POV
The game was splendid. The entrances the two team gave were bloody wonderful. The leprechaun and the parlor walls of Krum, the best seeker. Bulgaria and Ireland; interesting match-up. We were all on the edge of our seats; Krum and the Irish seeker, neck to neck. Ireland was up by more points though; quite disappointing as myself and the snakes all fancied the Bulgarian team.
We all leaned forward as the two seekers spotted the Golden Snitch and dove towards the ground at break-necking pace. The Irish seeker pulled up in precaution, it being a risky move. Although fan favourite, Krum, kept going until inches above the ground. He abruptly pulled up, shoes scraping the dirt, and raised one arm into the air. The whole stadium was dead silent until the flapping of two tiny wings could be recognized. The audience, including the three of us, jumped to our feet, shouting insults at the redheads and cheering with mad grins. Merlin, that was bloody brilliant!
Father hit me with his cane for the second time that day and looked sternly at me,"Draco, the Bulgarians are quite the talented bunch, but please refrain from this unruly behavior in a public area. Also, much to my disbelief, we have not won."
I looked at the score; it was true we had gotten the snitch, but the Irish had beaten us with the abnormal amount of scored point. They slipped past by one score. One. The flood of green heads yelled and shouted, danced and mocked. I didn't know what to say except glare at the laughing githead Weasel.
About an hour or so later, Harry, Blaise, and I were wandering about, from tent to tent, visiting our fellow snakes. A couple minutes after some silent walking, a ear-piercing scream could be heard in the distance, overpowering the gust of wind. People in black capes with pointed heads and skull masks were marching all over, with staffs or fire in their grasp. I knew they were Death Eaters, as Father and Uncle Sev were followers of the Dark Lord.
The panicked half bloods and muggles were running everywhere, bumping into all of us; to the point that I had been pushed down and Zabini tripped. Harry was nowhere to be found.
"Zabini! Where's Potter?! " I shouted, groaning as I got up to my feet.
He looked me in the eye,"Dunno, lost him too."
"C'mon, let's go look for him,"I declared.
We ventured in the dark, until spotting a figure up ahead. He was facing the other way, so we couldn't see his face.
"Harry? Harry! Where were you? We were looking all ov-" My eyes widened as the man turned and was not Harry; not even a child. Unshaven beard, crazy eyes, and made a licking motion with his lips like a true snake.
"Harry, was it?" he sneered. He gave us no further attention; his gaze was upon the sky, and raised his arm. He cast the Dark Mark into the sky and I stepped back, into Blaise. We readied our stances, but out of nowhere, "STUPEFY!" Senior Weasley shouted. The group of Ministry officials surrounded him, but he apparated away, faster than all of us knew possible. Walking down the path, we reached another figure, definately Harry's, but he was sprawled across the ground, and out cold.
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Harry's P.O.V. (Warning: Make out session ahead)
So the World Cup was definitely not my best experience, but I tried not to think about it. I don't remember blacking out, or for what reason I did, but now sitting on the Hogwarts Express, I felt somewhat safe. I tried hard not to recall the year before when the Dementor had knocked me out cold in this very compartment. I looked over at Draco and Pansy, who were snuggled together on the seat across from me. I had thought that after last year Draco might have had something going on with Granger, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Draco and Pansy were at each others manors all summer doing heaven knows what. Lucky Blaise had been in Paris all summer, no doubt flirting with the girls there, and here I was. Single Potter, who didn't even know how to flirt.
Being friends with the two Slytherin Sex Gods, or soon to be, people expected me to have my game on but I definitely did not. Sure half the school had a crush on me, but I had my eyes on my one and only. Daphne Greengrass. God, was she perfect. Everything about her made my stomach do flips. People told me that she liked me, but I did not want to test my luck. We were friends, and that was enough for me.
Everyone in the compartment was talking about the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. Of course Draco would know about it, with his father being all high and mighty. I wanted to join the conversation and was about to when my crush peeked her head through the compartment door.
"Hey, Harry!" she was beaming; she had grown over the summer. Her body was shaped like an hourglass and her hair was longer and tied into a messy bun. I could feel my pants tightening, and I mentally chided myself. I was fourteen for Merlin's sake! I should not be feeling this way, and yet here I was.
"Harry, I was wondering if you would come and take a walk with me," Daphne looked a bit nervous, and all my friends stared at me with giant smiles. I nodded, and followed her out of the compartment. We walked in silence for a while, and I couldn't help but study her body. Damn she was gorgeous. Soon enough, we had pulled into an empty compartment. I looked her in the eyes, and knew I could not resist myself anymore.
I grabbed her face between my hands gently, and pulled her lips to me. It was my first kiss, and it was magnificent. I pushed her onto the seat, but she flipped us over, so that she was awkwardly sitting in my lap. We quickly surfaced for a breath before continuing. I had no idea what had gotten into me, maybe it was my true Slytherin colors showing? Something inside me grew like a snake making me lust for her.
I felt her hands start to fumble with my shirt, and my mind came back to me as I broke the kiss. Her eyes were filled with love and lust.
"Oh jeez, Daphne, I'm so sorry I don't know what came over me this is wrong. I should just-"
She silenced me by locking our lips once again, but this time she broke it quickly.
"Harry, you are so blind, I like you, and you like me! Just ask me out already!" she said smirking.
At first I blushed but soon again the snake crawled inside of me. I rested my lips on her neck and whispered;
"Baby, wasn't what I just did enough to show that we are now a couple?" She beamed, and then we continued to snog, even more, although both of our clothes stayed on.
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I sat in the Great Hall, hand in hand with Daphne, as Blaise grumbled about being the only single one. As expected, Dumbledore announced the Triwizard Tournament, and introduced the school who would be staying at our castle for the Tournament.
I did my best not to stare at the girls from Beauxbatons, and when Daphne caught me she lightly swatted my arm. As soon as the boys from Durmstrang came in, although, it was my turn to be jealous. I leaned back in my seat, sure that this year would be drama free, simply due to the fact that only seventeen year olds could enter the tournament.
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(A/N; I know that the other schools did not come during the opening feast, but I'm trying to keep the story moving along. Sry if it bothers you :P)
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Blaise P.O.V.
Fame, glory, and fortune. That is what came along with the Golden Goblet, that I was going to win. Okay, so yes, I know only seventeen year olds could submit their names, but it wasn't like I was just going to give up and not try. I had no plan, I was simply just going to walk up there and throw in my name, it was simple as that. No stupid potions or tricks, like the foolish Weasley twins had done. I would simply walk up there, and hope for the best. Obviously I am an idiot, but I have my ways of doing things and they usually work.
Everyone's eyes were on me as I walked up to the Goblet. I could see Weasel's face get all twisty and angry, which made me even more anxious to do it. I saw Harry whisper something to Draco, and I knew that they were placing a bet on me.
I walked forward and got past the line, but just as I was about to drop my name into the flames, a sudden force threw me back. I flew back into a wall, groaning. I could hear laughing and cheering around me. I looked up to see Draco handing Harry a couple Galleons, and then everything went black.
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Nobody's P.O.V.
Harry looked up from the Slytherin table, surfacing from snogging his new girlfriends to watch the names be picked. Blaise's arm was now healed as it had been broken when he had foolishly tried to put his name in the Goblet. Dumbledore walked over to the Cup to call out the names. A big buff Quidditch player; Viktor Krum, was called from Durmstrang. A pretty princess like girl was called from Beauxbatons. Her name was Fleur. Finally, the champion of our school. "Cedric Diggory!" he called out. Cheering arose, he was one of the most popular kids in the school, as well as a close friend of Eliza's and Victoria's. Finally it was over. Then, all of a sudden, another name flew out. Who could it be? Then Dumbledore's voice came out loud and clear, "HARRY POTTER!"
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Authors Note: Hopefully this chapter is better and more on track then my previous ones? Idk, but hope you like it. Love you all, and I'll update again asap :D
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