They reached Hogwarts when the sun was setting and the night was making itself known. The alcohol by then had settled in their systems, so everyone felt fine and maybe a little giggly. They returned just in time for supper at the main hall, and all six students sat by Gryffindor's table, attracting the attention of the other students around the hall.

"So" someone said, suddenly, as they sat down next to the group "you are all friends now? The champions?"

Albus took a moment to realize that who was talking to him was none other than Finick Pettigrew, one of the most disposable Gryffindor students to ever exist. He was from Albus' year, but for some reason, had targeted his aggressive words and behaviour towards Aberforth since he had arrived at Hogwarts.

"And who are you exactly?" Jeanne asked before Albus or Aberforth could say anything, her eyebrow arched. He chuckled and slid closer to her, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Finick Pettigrew, my lady."

"If I were you, I would wash that hand with acid" Aberforth said, disgust clear in his voice, and Albus sighed at the comment, knowing it would only make Pettigrew even worst. Jeanne chuckled and pulled her hand away from him, nodding.

"I sure will."

"Could you leave?" Gellert asked, lacking any sort of patience. "We were having fun and now everyone seems uncomfortable around you, whoever insignificant being you are."

"How dare you speak to me like this, Durmstrang boy?!" he growled angrily, and Gellert raised his eyebrow.

"I'm a champion too you know? Also, this is a champions only invited group. If one of us doesn't want you here, you're not welcomed to stay. And apparently, none of us three want you here."

"Finick, just leave" Albus sighed, rubbing his nose at that whole conversation. Pettigrew turned to face him and chuckled.

"Oh right. You are a champion too, Albus. I forgot about that. Sorry, of course the headmaster's pet boy would win the part to the tournament."

"The headmaster has no saying in who participates Finick and you know that" Albus said, looking at him with a tired expression. "Just leave us alone. Go back to your friends."

"Oh sure, I will. I just wanted to say hello to the most beautiful ladies around" he winked to Jeanne and Bella, who respectively rolled her eyes and looked away. "But in any case, I really hope you win the tournament Dumbledore."

"Why?" Albus asked confused, and Pettigrew stood up, chuckling and looking at him.

"Maybe with that deed the ministry will allow your little squib sister to have some lessons here at Hogwarts. You know, so I could get to know her better."

He gave Albus a smirk and a wink that left him breathless and utterly disgusted, but before he could even process what had been said, Aberforth was on his feet, pointing his wand to Pettigrew and casting a spell out loud that sent the boy flying all the way down the main hall.

"No Aberforth!" Albus yelled, standing up as well as Pettigrew growled and pushed himself up with a smirk on his face. "He wants this, lower your wand right now!" he added, in an angry whisper not to call attention.

"But he-"

"Lower. Your. Wand" he said, firmly, and Aberforth huffed before lowering his wand and looking at him. Albus nodded, and nodded for him to sit down. Before he could, however, a new spell was casted, and Albus jumped over the table just in time to counter it with a protective spell, standing in front of Aberforth and looking at Pettigrew.

"Oh, so you know how to use your wand" Pettigrew said, getting into a combat position, and Albus narrowed his eyes. "Good, why don't we put your amazing abilities to the test, Dumbledore?"

"I will not fight you in the middle of the main hall, or anywhere else Finick. You both casted spells, and therefore you're even. Quit this nonsense."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I will have to take your wand with me to the prefect's room" Albus said, firmly, and lowered his wand. "You're just embarrassing yourself Finick."

"Albus, why don't we go?" Elphias suggested, with a nod from pretty much everyone else in the group asides from Aberforth, whom as usual seemed ready to fight.

"Yes, lets go" he agreed, nodding for the rest. Jeanne and Bella stood up first, then Elphias and Gellert, and the six of them walked out of the main hall with Albus constantly looking over his shoulder in case Pettigrew sent off another spell.

Once out, he sighed and rolled his eyes, putting his wand back in place.

"We should have battled him, now we look like cowards" Aberforth complained, looking at Albus, who simply shook his head.

"We need to avoid battles unless they are utterly necessary Abe. You know that. Besides he was doing that to provoke us. He wanted a reaction. If we give him what he wants, he will never stop."

"But-"

"I know" Albus smiled sadly at him and tapped his shoulder. "I know."

"Albus, excuse me" Gellert interrupted, stepping closer to the brothers. "Would you mind coming to the champion's common room today? I just wanted to talk to you and Jeanne about something I found out of the tournament."

"No problem" Albus agreed, and then smiled at Elphias and Aberforth. "See you two later. Abe, wait for me to return?"

"Um… sure" Aberforth nodded and walked away towards the Gryffindor tower with Elphias while Albus followed Gellert, Jeanne and Bella to their common room. Jeanne went ahead, and Gellert stood behind to talk to Albus as they walked.

"What did that guy want?" he asked, seeming worried, and Albus shook his head, dismissing it.

"He wanted to be the best student in the Gryffindor house, but he is reckless and sometimes very stupid. However, he is also very aggressive. Doesn't play fair. He tried to pick some fights with me before Aberforth came to Hogwarts, but decided he was an easier target to get a reaction from. I am usually impassive over his teasing and mockery."

"And… if you don't mind me asking" Gellert said, a little quieter now "what is a squib?"

"A squib is very much the opposite of a muggleborn" Albus said, looking at Gellert. "It is the child of two wizards that has no magic of their own."

"Oh" Gellert nodded and looked away. "So you have a… um… sister?"

"… yes" Albus said, seeing no point in lying about that. "She is not a squib, however. But many people seem to think she is. It is a long story, not worth telling."

"I see…" Gellert mumbled and looked forward at Jeanne and Bella. "Sorry. About the questions."

"It's fine" Albus shrugged it off. "It's also fine if you don't believe me."

"Oh no I do" Gellert assured, smiling at Albus. "Whole heartedly."

Albus looked at him and his heart skipped a beat again, for an unknown reason.

When they got to the champion's common room, Jeanne and Bella went straight to Jeanne's bedroom, and Albus stared at them confused before looking at Gellert.

"I thought you had something to tell us."

"I lied" he chuckled and nodded towards his bedroom. "Want to come inside? We can talk and everything, it is still very early."

"You have more questions to ask me?" Albus asked, curious, and Gellert nodded with a playful smile on his face.

"Only if you want to answer them, of course."

With a little thinking and a shrug, Albus walked into his room, and Gellert followed, closing the door and getting himself ready to ask some questions.

After all, he had plenty.

And most important, he was beginning to think he had finally found some clue of who had been filling up his dreams with magic words and extreme power.

With the bluest of eyes and the softest auburn hair.

Exactly as he had expected.