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UPDATED:9/30/2019

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Chapter 27

They had decided it was best that Emma and Igor keep a very healthy distance from one another, meaning no eye contact and no speaking. This, Emma knew she could do… Possibly. As long as Igor kept his mouth shut when he was in ear shot, they would survive.

Madam Maxime had gently patted the girl on the arm after the intense scene and said she would be glad to enjoy a cup of calming tea in the kitchen, something the two ladies had in fact gone and done with Emma introducing some of the Elves to Maxime. All the house Elves seemed to be all smiles and happy to hear she was finally having a family as they conversed with the two Witches glad to have some different company while two of the many others, Penny and Molie, made the two ladies their requested cups of tea.

"FOXY ROXIE! ALL KNOCKED UP AND STRANDED ALONE!" Peeves screeched in a very terrible singing voice as he flew in through the walls of the kitchen causing a raucous. The house elves screeching at him to bugger off, "Classic Peeves,"

" 'Ow disgusting! 'Ow rude!" Maxime shouted with shock. A handheld to her chest, her mouth a gap at what Peeves had said, "'Ow are you not bozered by 'im zaying zuch zing's Emma!" Maxime bustled out with stunned shock.

Unable to contain her laughter, Emma let some giggles out. Maxime was offended on behalf of her because of Peeves. She thought it was one of the sweetest things ever. But she had to remember that Maxime was a guest here and was not used to such rude and cruel behavior from a ghost. "You get used to it, unfortunately. After being here for so many years he tries to get a rise out of you, in doing so he can later use it against you. He's likely already insulted some of your dear girls, but if it gets far too out of hand all you have to do is speak to Albus about him or the Bloody Barren." Emma figured to warn the dear French woman beforehand that way she could be at least decently prepared for Peeves' rude character, to everyone really. But they had to start getting everything and everyone ready for the Tasks that were soon to begin in the next few days.

As the days trailed on, Draco, Neville, occasionally Hermione, and Lavender were the only ones out his small group of friends that would speak to him and try to encourage him. Badges had come out very quickly regarding "The real Hogwarts Champion" with a face of a smiling Cedric Diggory then swirl into a wonky face of Harry with the words melting around it, reading in simple words, "Potter stinks".

Hufflepuff and Slytherin were the worst towards him. Hufflepuff, because Harry was the second, and never supposed to have been, chosen Gryffindor Champion with Cedric, the Hufflepuff Champion of Hogwarts. This issue was causing a lot of trouble. Draco had actually punched one of the sixth year Hufflepuff classmates one afternoon, "He never even put his name in the damn thing in the first place! He was with me and other the entire night you moronic git!" Draco shouted, he was having enough of it, Harry had cried himself to sleep just the other night because of him and Ron getting into it, none of them needed this, least of all Harry.

"MR. MALFOY! MY OFFICE THIS INSTANT!" McGonagall shouted, outraged. He had taken to swinging when he didn't have the words to say. Truthfully, the punches had shut the idiots up quicker instead of standing and having a useless argument. Even Cedric was putting up a fuss over the dumb badges, asking many of his fellow student to not wear them because it was wrong and very degrading. He'd wanted nothing to do with being a part of Harry's downward spiral into feeling attacked. But no one was listening, they'd removed them for a while then put them right back on as soon as Harry was walking near and block him in, badges right in his face. Teachers were having an issue with confiscating them. In only three days they had gathered too many to remember how many they had.

Dumbledore had even made a small speech about them, announcing that once the person was caught that was producing them, they would not only confiscate the entire collection but the person, or persons, responsible, would have detention for the rest of the school year.

Harry had not gone to anyone, only spoke to Draco and a few others, which only included Sirius and writing to Remus, simply because his Aunt was way to over emotional and he really didn't want a recap of her and Igor again, no matter how funny everyone had thought it was.

Emma had been lucky, very lucky, she hadn't been told to leave Hogwarts grounds for that, let alone arrested for striking a Guest in Hogwarts and Headmaster of a different school, and in front of many witnesses.

Draco huffed and puffed as he stormed to McGonagall, he knew he was getting a detention, "Sit, Draco… I think you and I need to have a talk."

'Well, this was unexpected.'

Draco was taken back until a thought popped into his mind that made his stomach lurch.

'Maybe I shouldn't have hit the guy,'

"Please don't expel me." He asked, looking down into his lap, fiddling with his figures, he was done for.

"Draco, I understand your desire to guard Potter… I really do, and no I am not expelling you, not this time, that is. But you need to cease these violent reactions, hitting others may silence them quicker, yes, but a battle of the mind and words is far better than bloody knuckles and broken bones… That boy is on his way to Madam Pomfrey to get his nose fixed!" Minerva huffed, sinking in her chair, "Draco, you are a very smart young Wizard, your grades prove this with a strong notion. Prove those grades right and you're worthy of staying in this school and I will give you another chance to clear your record of all of these detentions and marks you have received in the last months. Bravery comes in many different forms, Mr. Malfoy. Your mother is proof of that, as is your aunt. Both are very smart and very talented Witches. Even your father, no matter how narrow sighted his intentions currently. He was a brilliant student here. Now, I know you two don't get along very much anymore, but you should still be proud to be their son. If not your father's son, at least show your mother how skilled and brilliant you are. Now, I expect to see you in class tomorrow morning and on best behavior, yes?" She smiled at the shock her new student had on his face, the happy smile that shined through his blue eyes. She thought she did quite well this time around with him if she said so herself, which she very much would.

Draco smiled with excitement, and really shocked that he wasn't being expelled but that someone had seen through him. Emma may have caught on but with her in such a distressed and emotional state she understandably hadn't, Sirius had helped him previously, however, this time around Draco had a different kind of emotion boiling over in him, sadness for feeling like a frailer to his family, and the full driving need to protect Harry from all these ridiculous attacks he was currently getting over the Tournament mishap. "Yeah… Yes, yes, definitely Professor."

McGonagall had only seen this simply because she was his teacher, not his aunt nor mother. But his teacher, and sometimes teachers saw through things faster and more clearly than that of a relative and was glad the next day had gone gracefully. McGonagall had spoken with Emma and Sirius and since then McGonagall had smiled with Pride at Draco for doing so well, she just hoped he could maintain it through the next few years.

When morning came around Harry found himself going back to the Trophy room with the other three champions, supposedly they were supposed to have pictures and Rita Skeeter was apparently going to be doing an article about them.

Draco had dragged him from bed and towards the trophy room against his will, "Just get it over with Jamie. It's just a picture and an interview, it's painless." He said poking about of fun at the sulking and irritated boy.

"For you maybe, you're not the one that's getting slammed with all of this rubbish." Harry grumble. He'd nearly stumbled down the steps when Draco slapped in on the back and laughed.

"Hey, I'll be up here waitin' for you, how's that?" Draco laughed and sat on the steps and got himself comfortable. This helped in making him laugh a bit, "Yeah, sure Drac. I shouldn't be long though, maybe an hour depending on how much someone wants to talk about themselves." And so, it went.

Rita hadn't even listened to them and simply written what she wished, meaning she put words in their mouths and put misinformation. This very much irritated Harry and the other three, especially Cedric, who had given the woman a rude glare.

"You okay Cedric?" Harry asked them as they all walked from the room.

"Yeah. She's just ridiculous and very rude. Now I know why my dad never cared much for that woman, all talk and puts words into your mouth. She wrote in her notepad that I had an air of "justified ego" and jealousy towards you because there are now two Hogwarts Champions… That's completely ridiculous … You got slapped by this event and the Goblet got Hoodwinked, as Alastor worded it which is completely unfair to you. I mean your fourteen and act as though you really don't want any part in this, which if I was in your position I wouldn't either. I'd be scared out of my wits. I still think Barty had the means to help you out of this. But, do you know what I think? And please, don't think I'm upset with this, I'm not I swear. I think someone put your name in that Goblet to either get more publicity out of this or to put your life in danger again, like rumors are saying about that Dark Wizard targeting you, and I hope that is the last thing that happens, I'd rather find out someone used the Tournament as a means of more publicity." Cedric admitted.

Harry waited for Cedric to calm himself, he had gone red in the face with embarrassment from Rita Skeeter writing what she had and had become offended on Harry's behalf for what had happened. Harry greatly appraised it, because Cedric could have been petty and cruel to Harry for being a second champion for Hogwarts, yet he's upset no one tried to help him get out of it like he had actually hoped.

"Harry, just be careful as you go with these tasks, will ya. May the best Hogwarts champion win?" Cedric said holding a hand out to Harry with a smile.

Harry had done the only thing he could think of doing, he shook Cedric's hand and smiled back with a glad smile shining in his eyes, "Thanks Cedirc, may the best win, and honestly, I hope it's you." This had given the Hufflepuff Seeker a moment to smile wide and blushing a faint pink. Even Harry Potter wanted him to win, and he too hoped he won, but he didn't see it fair to Harry that he had been hit in the crossfire of this Tournament, "Thank you… Good luck, see you around Harry." And they left that as it was, a happy parting as friends and friendly competitors.

Harry groaned sitting out by the lake with Neville 'fishing' around in the water, pant legs rolled up to his knees and Draco laying fully sprawled out on the ground simply enjoying the chilling air and nature in the middle of the seasons changing Harry sat under a tree looking through the book Alastor had handed over to Neville when he had tea with Alastor Moody after that terrible class they their first week of school.

Though, Harry's attention was pulled from the book when Neville waved to someone behind the tree Harry was sitting under and Draco's slight grumble of, "Please don't let this be trouble," under his breath and to them a bit lazily and laid back into the ground with a sigh and knowing full well that Harry had a bit of a temper today and had tried to warn him to not say anything stupid.

"Harry, don't-" but it was to no avail. Harry had already made a move towards the group heading their way. A group containing, Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Hermione and Seamus. Though, Ron seemed to look more distressed between speaking to them and wanting to hit Harry. So, he left the talking to Hermione, who didn't seem to be the least bit happy, trying to tell Ron to just suck it up and talk to Harry himself, but she had been shushed and told to just do it with a small, scared squeaking, "Please?" at the end when she gave the red head a stern glare and huffed out in annoyance.

"Fine." And she began she short march to meet Harry halfway.

"Um, Draco," Neville said with his usual nervousness, he was still getting used to Draco being a friend towards him, but he was liking the friendly nature. But Neville had a feeling this wasn't going to turn out very well in some way, watching Draco sigh and move himself to stand and jogged after Harry. Knowing he was right for the task of confrontation at the moment, Neville went back to his book and the Black Lake's busy little creatures and other elements in the water for magical and herbal uses, and so began the small and very confusing confrontation, this time Draco was trying to keep Hermione from killing Harry when he'd turned and told her to tell Ron something.

Already irritated, more like pissed off and annoyed, Hermione had turned on Harry mid-step away from leaving and screamed, "I'M NOT AN OWL HARRY JAMES POTTER!" stormed off, Ginny and Lavender rushing after the fleeing girl, leaving Ron and Seamus glaring and shaking their heads at Harry for his stupidity. Then again, Ron hadn't helped either since he'd been the one to make her speak to Harry.

"Well, that went well." Draco sighed, groaning and stalked after a fuming Harry, stopping the run-away boy by grabbing his jacket, "Hey! You need to calm down, Jamie. Hermione is pissed because everyone is trashing on you, then her for trying to defend you. Cedric is even getting ignored and very much annoyed. So, stop with the pouting and think for just a few minutes will ya… We cannot just leave Neville out here alone. Finn will eat him alive and bloody the poor boy to an unrecognizable pulp if he sees him out here alone." Draco had had just about enough of this stupid crap. The Tournament had caused so much drama and stress it was making him sick, that and he was just glad he hadn't hit anyone since McGonagall talked to him the other day, something he was very grateful for.

With a sigh, Harry nodded and moved back to the tree and continued reading through Neville's' book while Draco laid back in the dirt with a sigh of relief.

'Finally, silence and relaxation.'

Once night fell, Harry sighed as chills continued to run though him while he trudged through the cold, night air. His tan, two layer, knitted and wool lining, winter sweater, keeping him warm with his scarf tightly held to him, and his father's invisibility cloak held tightly in his grasp, trying to keep the warmth from leaving him as he met up with Hagrid, "Why did you want me to meet you out here… Hagrid, is that a flower and a… is that a polka dotted tie? You've combed your hair, what's going on Hagrid?" Harry was utterly confused, Hagrid looked like he was heading out for a date! Now he just felt weird being out here if Hagrid was meeting someone out there while trying to supposedly tell him or show him what the first task was.

'This is going to be a long night,'

"Well… Yes, as a mat'er o' fact it is, and yes, I combed me hair. May wan' ta try it out on yer own hair if ya ask me. May help ya with that bit o' a mess ya got goin' on 'here- Oh, get under the cloak, quickly now." Hagrid said, rushing the poor boy under the cloak and moved out from behind the bushes towards a shadowing figure approaching them.

"'Agrid? Ooh 'Agrid, I zought, you may 'ave forgotten me."

'Madam Maxime! What in the blazing broom stick is going on!'

"Forget you Olympe, never." Harry silently gaged from under the cloak as he watched.

'Grose! Is it not bad enough I end up seeing Aunt Emma and Sirius getting all lovey-dovey? This is nasty!'

"You zaid zere was zomezing you needed to show me?"

He had abruptly stopped her before she had finished leaning in, in an attempt to kiss him, this left the poor woman confused and a bit embarrassed, "Ah, yes follow me, I though ya would like to know what the first challenge was. It's not right that they not tell ya what to expect besides some crazy clues to figure it out. 'here ya go."

Harry shook his head at Hagrid's obliviousness. He hated watching adults getting all cozy, though sometimes it could be cute, but Harry felt bad for the dear woman, she seemed to have thought Hagrid was interested in her, really he was but his mind had moved from one thing to another so fast the situation of Maxime wanting to kiss him had quickly left his mind and went back to work. Because work was all he ever knew. Harry's mind had been blanked out when Hagrid moved the tall brush aside and cages and fire bursting through startled him and Maxime. Harry strained his eyes to see a bit, but when the creatures began screeching and spitting fire, Harry's heart fell to his stomach with fear swelling up in him. He had ripped the cloak off him and rushed forward, "Dragons! That's the first task? Are they insane!"

"Well, I don' have the answer to most o' that. But yes, Dragons. Ter'ibly misund'rstood dragons are… All though, that Horntail is a right nasty thing don' ya think? Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing 'em. Ron's brother, Charlie, brought them over from Romania… Didn't Ron tell ya?"

"No, he didn't tell me anything!" Now Harry had a reason to be pissed at Ron, he had the chance to tell him earlier, instead he sent Hermione to him telling him someone said something about another person claiming that Hagrid was looking for him and that he needed to see him that night.

'You are so in for it Ron. Draco won't even be able to help you out of this one.'

"Thanks Hagrid, I gotta get to bed though, long day. Good luck with your night." And with that he left. Everyone had been asleep already when he got back to the Dorm room, letting him ready for bed without issue, but even that seemed to want to avoid him.

The next day was a roller coaster, Draco had to attend detention because he knocked one of the Beauxbaton girls down the stairs with him trying to avoid someone's stupid pranks they had set for someone.

Flashback-

Draco, being himself had seen the string like trap and pulled the red head into his arms, however her sudden move to face Draco had sent him off balance, trying to rebalance them both. His ankle had caught the floss trap which had been the cause of them falling down the staircase very ungracefully and the redhead landing on top of him. He had been so shocked by her deep blue eyes he hadn't expected her to slap him and scream that he was a pervert.

"Comment oses-tu! Laisse-moi aller tout de suite, pervers!" she screamed, scurrying away from him. Dusting her silken blue uniform from the dust, fixed her hair as best she could and put her hat back atop her head with another huff then started picking up her few books and small side purse that had scattered across the floor.

Draco, feeling terrible he had caused her this much distress, had bent to help her, only have her gently swat his hands away, "S'il vous plaît laissez-le, vous avez fait assez." Hearing the tens sadness in her tone and her refusal to look at him, Draco immediately moved back from her and apologized. He felt terrible. He really was only trying to help her from breaking an ankle, but it seems he had made something worse, the poor girl had not only sounded saddened by something, but looked as if she was near tears, Draco half thought he had been the cause.

"Mr. Malfoy! Please come with me. Mademoiselle, trouvez s'il vous plaìt Madame Maxime et venez à mon bureau." McGonagall spoke to the young student who huffed and puffed at Draco, a hard and heated glare pointing at him, he was wanting to ask her name, but McGonagall had cleared her throat with a stern look saying "Now, Mr. Malfoy." It was really sad when Draco knew that look all too well and sighed in defeat, 'My day has just gone down into the Dragon's dung pile… great.'

Still wanting to know her name Draco had stopped mid-way to McGonagall and turned back towards her to find two others, a young blonde, Fleur, helping the fallen and disoriented redhead, "Alicia tu vas bien?" The youngest blonde asked. Now he knew her name and he couldn't wait to tell Harry and the other's he'd found a rare beauty in a red head with the most sapphire blue eyes he'd ever seen.

Harry growled in the back of his throat, when he saw Ron and Seamus walking into the small, square, courtyard and had made a beeline for him. If he was ever going to confront Ron. He had to do it now, or he'd never have the courage to tell the ginger off, "You're a right foul git, ya know that right?"

"Right, anything else?" Ron said with dry and annoyed sarcasm pointed back at a fuming Harry and a hard glare, but Harry would never know that behind that stern glare, Ron's heart had sunk to his stomach nearly shattering.

'I done messed up this time… Maybe I should have talked to Aunt Emmie, so I could have fixed this.'

"Yeah… Sta-stay away from me."

'Never mind, guess I can't fix it this time… Where the bloody hell is Draco.'

But all Ron wanted to do was get the hell out of everyone's view, so he could ball his eyes out. He'd just lost his best friend. Shoving passed Harry, who looked as if he'd just had his intestines ripped out and cooked in front of him Ron quickly walked out of the courtyard with Seamus running after him.

Harry sighed, feeling defeated, he'd done what he'd planned for the day; warned Viktor, Fleur and Cedric, and had told off Ron, though he had a sinking feeling he'd been the one in the worst wrong to have done it the way he had, because in him doing what he'd said, Harry James Potter had lost not only his best friend, but the very first friend he had ever made when he'd attended Hogwarts. A friend that had never abandoned him. Which was what made this year the worst year as he knew of so far. Because a school year without Ron Weasley was like being a powerless wizard stranded on an island and no wand, nor broom. Harry felt as if he had lost everything. And it only got worse, for about a few seconds.

Finn Malfoy shouted out across the courtyard after Harry, "My uncle and I have a beat you know, on how long you'll last in this blasted Tournament. I thinks he's wrong though, I don't think you'll last five." Finn laughed out, he had never expected Harry to turn physical, that was usually Draco, and he'd thought the boy would have been an easy target with Draco in detention, something Finn had set the trap for himself and Draco had fallen for it perfectly. Then there was Ron and the rest of the little gang. Hermione was still angry with him and Lavender had no idea what to do so she stuck near Ginny, Hermione and Neville most of the time.

That left Emma and Sirius, something he had taken care of perfectly himself. A touch of the Weasley twins' little tricks he'd modified. Finn had slipped a small dissolvable trick into her tea when no one had been looking during the celebration and she was still sick, bed ridden. He'd overheard Pomfrey and a terrifying Professor Blue. In one swoop Finn had not only gotten rid of Emma but he didn't even have to do anything to Sirius Black, the mangy mutt refused to leave Emma's side. She had moved from the, likely back to the people she'd tried getting away from before arriving at Hogwarts. It was perfect. Until Harry got in his face with pure rage and violently shoved Finn, this gave Finn a new fear, no matter how small of one it was, that Draco had shown him a few things. Meaning Finn would likely get his ass kicked shortly if Harry threw a punch, and he knew very well that as untrained as Harry was, he still had a mean right hook.

"I don't give a damn what you or your uncle say or think. He's vile and cruel… And you are pathetic!"

"Pathetic? Why you retched inbred!" Finn shouted, reaching for his wand, Finn had every intention of cursing Harry.

Unfortunately, he'd found himself transfigured into a ferret and being shoved down a screaming Crabbe's pants. As soon as McGonagall re-transfigured him back, Finn had been permanently scared, but Finn Malfoy always seemed to have a hard time keeping his mouth shut, "Wait until my Uncle hears of this!" then he'd ran, Mad-eye had moved faster than he'd thought and had nearly had a hold of him, Finn was just glad he was faster than the old fool and ran for his life nearly peeing his pants.

Translation Comment oses-tu! Laisse-moi aller tout de suite, pervers! = "How dare you! Let me go right away, pervert!"

Translation= Mademoiselle, trouvez s'il vous plaìt Madame Maxime et venez à mon bureau = "Miss, please find Madam Maxime and come to my office."

Translation= S'il vous plaît laissez-le, vous avez fait assez.= "Please leave it, you have done enough."

Translation= Alicia tu vas bien? = "Alicia are you alright?"

**PLEASE, if the translation and the French is incorrect please inform me at once with the proper translation so I can fix it as soon as possible, I do not wish to offend anyone, and I would like to be sure it is correct. I am using google translate and it has not let me down yet however there is a first time for everything. it did give me a few different translations when I went back and switched the languages to re-check and recheck again, so I went with the one that was the best route for this. again, if you find something in the French, I have typed out please, please, please let me know and if you have the correct translation, I'd be ever so grateful for the correct grammar and writing for this to be as perfect as can be. again, I do not wish to offend anyone so please if you know French, most definitely you'll know a lot more than me since I'm using a translation app, PLEASE LET ME KNOW I HAVE SOMETHING WRONG SO I CAN FIX IT! Thank you for reading and I hope you've all enjoyed I will have the next chapter up as soon as I can! : )