Translations: *You're a good man, but he is my son, do not forget that*
**ban me from Harry

Chapter 07
How bad it all was

Viktor's POV

"Why were you so angry just now?" The question scares and worries me as I am not yet ready to tell the beautiful, black-haired angel in front of me about how I feel, especially not in front of such protective, loving guardians. I first want him safe and the Tournament over, so we can focus on seeing if he and I have a chance together.
I then decide to sidestep the question in such a way I won't lie to him – as I know from the articles how much he hates that – and say: "Vell, ve Champions care for you, Harry, and I guess I vas just the first to shov hov angry ve are." And the boy toughens it up for me and says: "But you spoke Bulgarian. What did you say anyway?"

I look up and see Black smirking, making me know he too can speak Bulgarian and heard what I said. This makes me whiten as I really don't want to know what the famous man can do to those he dislikes, but then Fleur comes to my aid and says: "'arry, we were all really angry. I too would 'ave spoken French 'ad I been first."
The boy nods and then Black says: "Well, now that that's settled, I want to read next. I want to see if I get it into my thick head that I need to be there for my Godson." Everyone laughs at this and Black walks over, but not before he whispers something in Bulgarian to me: "*Ти си добър човек, но той ми е син, не забравяйте, че."

Sirius' POV

Knowing Krum to be a good person, if only by how angry he was at Molly wanting another person for Harry – without taking what Harry wants into regards for her so-called plans at all – and by how he treated Harry throughout the reading, I know he'll listen to my words and that he wouldn't easily try and hurt my baby boy.
I then nod at Fudge, who nods back and steps back, his eyes still wary and confused, sitting with Amelia and Kingsley at the Head Table and I take my place behind the owl stand. I see that many students are still wary of me and decide to show them I mean them no harm. And so with a calm voice I start reading the next chapter.

The Beginning
When he … following morning.

This confuses the people in question, but while some of the Hufflepuffs start to glare at my little boy over this, does their son seem to understand as he says: "Harry, in the book, has yet to forgive himself for my death. To see you guys so early after that incident must have hurt, because he felt guilty for what happened."
The two nod and I look at my little boy, who has his head down, but the same glint in his eyes as his mother always had when she was working on a new Potion or Charm and know that he will do everything he can to keep Cedric alive, while the students that had been glaring now look regretful for not realizing this.
This makes me smile, the second thing a little less as those students shouldn't judge someone they don't know, but I still worry as I know nothing of his plan to stop Voldemort from coming back to the power and I think: "As much as I worry for Cedric not dying, I sincerely hope Harry will come out of this alive too." Before I read on.

They did … keep it."
As they left, Harry felt as if Cedric had died all over again as just by looking at their defeated backs made him know he would never see them again. This made him ask Madame Pomfrey to hide his bed from view and made him silently cry for the rest of the morning.

This makes me want to go over and hug my little boy close, but then Ella does the job for me as she pulls Harry close and whispers: "You can come by our house any time you like, Harry. You, Black and Lupin are always welcome." And when Amos and Cedric nod in agreement, does Harry show them a small smile.
This makes me sigh in relief and then Hermione says: "We really need to expand on Harry's staying arrangements. So far he's only been at the Burrow, his own place and Hogwarts in the last four years. Even I've stayed at more places than him." Everyone around her nods, but then Dumbledore says: "Harry cannot –."
To which Ella jumps up and shouts: "If you dare to hamper that poor boy's summer holiday by deciding where he can and cannot go, you have the entire Diggory line on your neck, you hear me, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore?" And just by hearing his full name does Dumbledore nod in shock before I read on.

Harry returned …the maze.

This at first makes my anger at the man lessen slightly, but that is short lived. "Albus!" Minerva says tiredly, but angrily, showing how she is against his way of acting and she says: "You should have vowed that Harry had nothing to do with Cedric's death. That him bringing the body back shows he could not have killed the boy.
Now they'll all believe those stupid lies of Skeeter and who knows how that will escalate. Especially with the Ministry in the book acting as they do." This makes me worry for what my little boy will probably soon have to go through and with anxiety and my anger at the man returning to its original peak, do I read on.

Most people … had died.

This makes students lower their heads and Ron shouts: "I don't believe this! It happens every year!" This worries me and Minerva asks: "What are you talking about, Mr. Weasley?" And Ron grumbles: "Just that those gossip loving hyenas always blacken Harry's reputation without having the stupid guts to ask him a single question.
It happened in First year after that Norbert incident, in Second after that Dueling Club incident, luckily enough passed by last year, but now they've doubled it, only because some famous writer decides to write crap about my best friend." He ends, his tone becoming more and more furious with each event he rants about.
This makes most of the Great Hall, but most of all the years above Harry's, lower their head in shame and I think: "I wonder what those incidents are about." I spare a quick glance at the first and second book, the second one slightly scaring me because of all the already thrown hints about it and then go back to the fourth.

He found … for certain.

"You shouldn't even –!" Molly wants to snap, but Ron seems to have had enough of her stick-your-head-in-the-sand way of life and while I cannot understand how she thinks a teenager would accept that, does he shout: "I should, because that could also be news that my brothers were killed or that Voldemort kidnapped you or dad!"
This makes the woman whiten and makes Arthur grab onto her in fear of losing her as Ron rants on: "And Harry and Hermione care for that as much as we do, so as long as Voldemort is out there, we will worry for what he could do to our family and that will give us the right to want to know what happens outside Hogwarts!"

His brothers nod, the twins smirking at the boy in pride and Percy smiling at his little brother gratefully, while Molly looks shocked at, again, being talked back to by her youngest. But I myself look at the young, strong and ever stubborn fourteen year old as he stands there and think: "Yep, Harry found his Padfoot."
As Ron taking the lead in his sibling's disgust of Molly's way upraising and him going against his mother's stupid way of life and her need to follow only those high in power and keep your head low is very much like me going against my mother and her stupid ideals of pureblood supremacy and Muggles being scum.|
I shake my head, not wanting to think of all the ways I was abused and tortured for not behaving, as my mother said, like a true Black and instead I focus back on my boy for a couple of seconds, Harry seeming to look more and more hurt and worried the longer the Weasleys fight each other, before I turn back to the book.

The only … at first."
The thought of going back there sure as hell didn't sit well with Harry, as he feared his uncle's repercussions for what happened to the living room last summer. Not to mention a repeat of the night before the Weasley's picked him up.

This confuses all Weasleys and William – the one Weasley I know best thanks to all the times he came over to see Harry after he was born – asks: "What happened that night, Harry?" But Harry shakes his head, his face whiter than mine after twelve years Azkaban and when I see him hiding away in Ella's embrace, do I know something's up.
I look at Dumbledore and think: "Who the hell do you have watching those Muggles?" But the man seems to have turned a blind eye to the fear Harry is so openly showing and my anger for the man, that has been growing since Book-Harry entered his office, finally switches to pure hatred as no one treats my pup with such disrespect.
Hating the man and silently vowing to make him pay if he is responsible for whatever happened that night, do I send a look at Amos, trying with my eyes to let him know of what I decided. My intense stare gets his attention and when I motion for Albus is one look enough to make Amos understand. The man nods and I read on.

"Why?" said Harry … haven't we?"
But Harry didn't. He had begged Dumbledore not to send him back in his First and when Dumbledore had refused to listen to his pleas, his trust in the man had been severely diminished.

This makes Dumbledore lower his head and I glare at him, trying to look under his beard to see his expression, while wondering what exactly happens to my baby at those Muggles. Other students also look either worried or confused or intrigued and I know some of them believe Harry to be pampered at his family house.
But only risking a single look at the pale, thin and small boy, who is almost easily able to hide his entire frame in Ella's embrace, makes me know that this is not – and can never be – the case, not to mention how easily and quickly Harry accepted to come and live with me when I offered the chance to him back in his Third.
Back then I had been ecstatic that my Godson wanted to come live with me, especially because it felt like the cherry on the cake of everything going so amazingly well, but once I had fled, I had over thought that over-eager reaction and wondered why Harry had wanted to leave his so called loving aunt and uncle so badly.
I had decided to keep an eye on Harry – and on possible chances to get my freedom back – and vowed to have Andromeda contacted once Harry and I both had a place to stay, if only to have some serious help finding out why my little boy would want to live with an escaped convict over his family. Shaking my head, I quickly read on.

The only … see yeh."
To see someone so big and yet so gentle with him in such a different way from all those other students or even his friends lifted Harry's spirits a little and he knew it was a good idea to visit the one adult he had always been able to trust – the only one at Hogwarts.

This seems to shock the other teachers and while Hagrid swells with pride and Madame Maxime looks at him with newfound respect, do I notice worry shining in Dumbledore's eyes – hidden by the fake-happy twinkle he shows the school. This raises my so-called hackles and makes me glare at him shortly before I read on.

They saw … Harry said nothing.
He didn't want to talk about what had happened, not just yet and part of him wondered if he ever would. Still, deep down inside, he knew that if he would ever tell another adult the story, it would be Hagrid.

Now the big guy has tears in his eyes and the worry in Dumbledore's seems to grow, which makes me want to hold back a growl like only Padfoot can as it seems to me as if the man wants Harry's trust in adults to lie solely with him, something I would rather avoid at all costs, seeing all of the man's earlier mistakes. Taking a deep breath, do I read on.

"Knew he … too worried."

To this I nod, feeling that Hagrid's words are the way to think in those oncoming dark times, as they had been what kept most fighters for the Order up back during the last war and I smile at Hagrid in pride. Yet, because of what has just been read, do I slightly hope that the big guy won't trust Albus as easily as in the book.
I then spare another glance at Dumbledore, faking to wipe some candle wax off one of the pages and the man's earlier worries seem to have vanished. This makes me thin my lips as I just know that he has been set at ease over the fact that Hagrid just restored book-Harry's trust in him. Hoping this won't happen here, I quickly read on.

Hagrid raised … than that."

This makes me raise an eyebrow as I think back to James and what he had done while fighting Voldemort. I then look at Harry and say: "I have to give Hagrid half right there, Harry. James would have dueled a little more fiercely, but that was only because he knew the family Voldemort was taking from him.
You didn't and yet you fought harder and with more strength than he ever could have done. You didn't do as much as your dad did, Harry. You surpassed what he would have done." This makes the boy smile with tears in his eyes and Remus pulls him out of Ella's arms, only to pull him close as I proudly read on.

Harry smiled … their faces.

"You really don't like them, do you?" Hagrid asks, looking slightly hurt and the three shrug, before shaking their heads, Harry looking most torn up for having to admit this. The big Ground's keeper then sighs and softly says: "Well, I guess it's like with old Aragog. There's creatures for guys like me and people like you lot."
This makes me feel relieved, while I still can't help but worry if Harry had ever met Aragog as he and Ron seem a little too familiar with the name for my liking. And while I know Ron fears spiders, was his reaction to Aragog's kid being in the maze not something I liked seeing. Fearing the worst and hoping I'm wrong, do I read on.

It was …fellow students.
He had also taken to using the map every day just to avoid meeting any Hufflepuffs of Cedric's year – purely out of fear of them getting back at him for their dead year-mate.

The few students in question wince and look down before one of the girls asks: "Why do you think we'd do that?" And Harry answers: "Out of anger that I – the unwanted Champion – won a Tournament Cedric had willingly tried his very best in to win." The elder girl winces at the logic and then I ask:
"But what on earth made you think they would come after you so badly you try to avoid them?" And Ron says: "The same reasons I ranted about at the start of the chapter, Sirius. Trust me, my buddy has experience with people scapegoating his fame. And yes, I made the same mistake this year, but I apologized at the least." This makes more students wince at his harsh tone and with worry in my heart, I read on.

When he … own trunk.

This makes me look at the empty seat in pure contempt and then I ask: "Minerva, do you think Alastor would mind if Andy were to visit him sometimes?" And the woman answers: "While her daughter is now his Trainee, do I think it would sooner have the opposite effect on her, Mr. Black." To this I wince, nod and read on.

Professor Karkaroff's … with him.

The man in question shivers at the idea and I just know that he will try and bolt first chance he gets. Shaking my head, do I say: "Don't think of running, you coward. We need you for the spell to work and my boy has a plan to stop that maniac, remember?" The man scowls at first, but then sighs in relief and nods at me.
I then turn back to the book, hating how everyone here will be needed for the rest of the reading as I just want Lucius dead for what he tried, not to mention for Dumbledore to pay for his mistakes and for the way he just looked when book-Harry described his loyalty to Hagrid. Deciding not to think about this, do I hurriedly read on.

Madame Maxime … his time?

This makes me look at an impassive Snape, of who I know is angered at Voldemort for killing Lily, just like I hate him for killing James and James' entire family and I know that's what the sour man meant when he said Voldemort had betrayed him. Hoping this will stimulate him into staying on our side, do I read on.

Harry's musings … the Hall.
Part of Harry wanted to go over and sit with them, at least those of his year, but he still remembered Second year and decided it was best to let them make the first move.

This again makes everyone, except the Hufflepuffs in question, look at the second book, the first and second years and the foreign guests and Ministerial officials with curiosity, while those of Ginny's year and older look at it with a guilt that just doesn't sit right with me. Feeling worried for their looks, do I read on with trepidation.

"There is … down again.

This makes me raise an eyebrow and under my slight fringe, I raise my eyes at the girl, who smiles as if proud of something, while her eyes leeringly seem to look at my Godson. This angers me as she should show her affection for her old boyfriend, especially now and I know in the next book, she'll be vying for Harry's attention.
I send her a ferocious glare under my fringe and the girl shudders, but doesn't take her eyes off of my godson. Vowing to get back at her later, as she's nothing more than an intelligent slut in my eyes, I pull my attention away from her, knowing I will only make a mistake if I don't and read on, if only to distract myself.

"Cedric was … at Dumbledore.
Had he heard that right? Had Dumbledore seriously left the students in waiting for that vital information for a whole week? Had his age really addled his mind and common sense that much that he didn't realize how easily teenagers draw their own stories if they don't get all the facts right off the bat?

The man looks down, but I was looking at him this entire time, gazing secretly over the top of the book and I saw the anger growing in the man's eyes, growing so strongly the man only lowered his eyes to make sure it would not become noticeable through his usual twinkle. Understanding his anger, I still feel furious at him.
While Harry was indeed rude in the books regarding his thoughts, was he still stating a truth I cannot help but believe that Dumbledore should just accept instead of getting pissed over a student thinking freely. Wondering how much more the man will try and change Harry's ways once this is all over, do I read on with angered unease.

"Cedric Diggory … Lord Voldemort."
Harry wanted to shake his head at the man's idiotic bluntness. You don't hide such important facts from those with the rights to know and then throw it at them so bluntly, that only worsens the whole effect of keeping it from them in the first place.
A panicked … his memory."
Harry knew that the man was right about Cedric and his death, yet was angered that about this, Dumbledore was willing to speak truthfully – yet not about the reason Voldemort hunted him down all those years ago, like he had asked the man in his First year.
Stunned and … and Goyle.

"Draco! Show some respect!" Narcissa shouts at her son, her anger almost breaking her usual mask of indifference – a mask I know she was forced to wear by her father's orders, because he wanted a real lady out of her – and I smile as Cissy had always, even when we were kids, valued family, especially her estranged sister Andromeda.
I know the woman's angry for Draco not showing proper respect to the dead member of an Ancient family – something I thought Lucius would have taught Draco himself – and think: "She might be married, but she sure hasn't changed a bit. Unlike Lucius and his disgusting methods she'll be a good teacher to Harry.
Merlin knows I never paid attention to all those Pureblood Etiquette lessons mother forced on me and – and on Reg." I lower my head, still hurt that my little brother was killed all those years ago, his death being told to me only two days after I heard Lily was pregnant with Harry. Trying to use that happy thought to cheer me up, do I read on.

Harry felt … goblets untouched.

Now Narcissa really glares at her son, a glare I know her mother taught her and that she often used on me when I went too far with my pranks and hisses: "We will talk of this later, Draconus." The boy whitens and I smile, knowing Narcissa considers Harry as much family as I do, seeing his grandmother to be our Great-aunt.
I then turn to Lucius and hiss: "Narcissa will teach him. Stay away from my godson unless you're willing to hand your wand in to me." The man looks shocked, but after hearing what he had done to Remus at age 16, I know I can't trust this man around my godson. I keep my glare on the man a little longer and then read on.

Dumbledore, who … something harsh.

"I probably feel guilty for what I did to Cedric before he touched the cup and feared he would ban me from Hogwarts. **ще ми забрана от Хари." I hear his last words, even if he tries to whisper them in this mostly silent Great Hall and shake my head at how helplessly the elder boy's in love with my godson, before I read on.

"Every guest … Remember Cedric Diggory."

Now a lot of girls are in tears and Cedric and Amos are comforting a softly crying Nella while Harry has thin lips and I know they're not of anger, but then Albus says: "I could not have read that out better myself." And he starts to applaud for me reading out his speech, the teachers and students soon following.
I shake my head at this, but have to give the man right and think: "I sure hope the French and Bulgarian will help us fight." And when I look at Fleur and Viktor, I know we will at the very least have the most powerful and talented students of Beauxbattons and Durmstrang at our side, making me smile in relief before I read on.

Harry's trunk … of it – charmed not to let anything harmful get through the bars – He, Ron … Hogsmeade station. His most precious belongings were highly warded and protected against fire or other forms of destruction. It was … at all. as he knew his aunt would force him to work on them and get them back in top shape like only he could.

"Are you really that good, Mr. Potter?" Pomona Sprout asks and Harry lowers his head as he says: "I – I think the next book will give more details, Professor." The woman nods, but I feel worried over the fact that only Book-Harry will admit to his talents. Hoping to get my little boy out of his shy little shell, do I read on.

The thought … meeting you."

Now, while many of the other French girls nod in agreement with their fellow student's statement, does the girl smile at my young boy as she says: "I really thought you were nothing but a small boy when you were entered into the Tournament. You really proved me wrong, Harry and I am really glad so have gained another sibling."
The boy smiles at her at first, but then looks shocked and Cedric says: "I told her how you helped me with the Dragon. Since then she's been growing to see you as her little brother. We've all grown to love you." And I see him send a secret wink at Viktor, making me smirk as the Bulgarian's feelings are quite deeper than the rest.

Harry's spirits … of sight.

This makes Hermione and Viktor share a look – while Ron scowls at the two of them – and Viktor makes a writing motion with his left hand on his right, before motioning with his head to Harry ever so slightly. The girl giggles and I too understand what the boy is referring to, making me fight hard not to snicker myself.
Viktor Krum – famous Quidditch player – wants Hermione to grow a close friendship with him through letters and in the mean time tell him how Harry's dealing with everything that will happen. He asks her to be the bridge of communication between them. This makes me smirk and I read on, hoping the plan will work.

"You'd better … for Ron.

Now a lot of people snicker and Hermione hits Ron on the back of the head, making him yelp, before Viktor says: "That is what I like about Harry and Hermione. They know I'm famous, but don't seem to care for that at all." The two smile at him and Harry asks: "Why should I care for you fame, if I already hate my own?"
I smile at my godson, glad the fame has never and will never rise to his head and – more importantly – that he has found someone who loves him and cares just as little about fame. I then look at Viktor yet again and think: "If anyone can help Harry get the right kind of attention, it's someone who's famous for the right reasons."
This makes me smile widely as I have been against the whole Boy-Who-Lived idiodicy since I first heard about it, back in Azkaban. Then, just like every other time when I think about that place, does a shiver run down my spine and I take a deep breath in order to focus my attention back on the Great Hall before reading on.

The weather …hooting continually. GoF – chapter 37, page 610 - GoF

Ron lowers his head and says: "I never learn." Making me wonder when he did this before and why he regrets it in the first place. But then Harry comments: "I'm buying you new dress robes for Christmas." The boy turns red and wants to object, but Harry says: "Hey, you can't decide what I give you for Christmas."
This makes the boy hit himself on the head, but I see a grateful smile peeking out under the hand and smile at the generosity and quick-witted way Harry played on Ron's embarrassment as I know all about the Weasley need to prove themselves and make their own fortune each, before I focus back on the book and continue with the chapter.

Hedwig was … trolley arrived.

This makes me sigh in relief as the reading about how Harry was not telling anyone else of what happened had me worried all chapter, especially because I know that Remus is right and that Harry will suffer from nightmares due to him being forced to relive that terrible event so quickly after actually witnessing it.
Hating Dumbledore yet again as no one hurts either Remus' cub or my pup, I try to push my anger down by thinking back on how I actually feel about the brown-haired werewolf, but then shake my head and think: "No! Now is not the time to think about that. Not when your godson needs you." And I read on.

When Hermione … keep quiet."

This makes Amos glare at Fudge and he asks: "You didn't even mention that my son had been murdered? I thought my family meant more to you, Cornelius." The elder man lowers his head in shame and he says: "Again my apologies, Amos, but you're probably wasting your time." This infuriates the man and he spats:
"WASTING MY TIME?" But then Fudge says: "I don't think you'll get any reason to be happy with me until my book-self accepts Voldemort's return." This calms Amos down as the man must have believed that Fudge meant his anger for Cedric not being mentioned and he nods, accepting the apology before I read on.

"He'll never … had happened.
Yet again, like so many times before, did he feel blessed to have friends like Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.
"How was … a beetle."

"YES! NOW I GOT HER!" Tonks shouts and everyone looks shocked first at how happy the young Auror looks and then at the brilliant girl, but Hermione shrugs and says: "What? Sirius, Harry's dad and that rat did it to help professor Lupin. I just thought she would be devious enough to do it as well, but then for more hurtful purposes."
Everyone nods, while students are shocked that the girl had actually figured that out and then Fleur shouts: "So that's what he was doing!" Everyone looks at her and she looks at my young nephew as she says: "In the first chapter, Malfoy was talking in his own hand, he must have had Skeeter there. He must have known too."

Everyone looks at the Champion first, some of the Ravenclaws and elder boys – of who I am sure were under influence of her Veela Allure – in shock that she figured that out and then at the blonde Slytherin and I glare, knowing this proves that he was the whole cause for that atrocious article on the morning of the Third task.
"The article that will surely come once time starts running again." I think, trying not to snarl at the very idea. Then Fudge, who seems to be on the same wavelength of thought as me, turns to his Aurors and says: "As soon as time starts running again and that article arrives, search the grounds and arrest that woman. And Lord Black."
I turn to the Minister and he says: "Seeing your 12 years imprisonment, you will not be trailed for being an Illegal Animagus, but as an ex-Auror I must ask you to register as soon as possible." I nod at the fair words of the man, while I quickly spot the worried look in Dumbledore's eyes and the proud one in Amelia's and read on.

"You're kidding … about people."

This makes me hold back a snort as I know all about how Rita Skeeter works and I say: "Hermione, Rita has been writing lies and idiotic tales since she left school and that was in 1970. I can still remember that idiotic book we had to read from her, because she kept sending it to us in 1974; Armando Dippet; Master or Moron?"
I shudder and say: "So you'll need a little more than knowing her secret about being an Animagus to keep her from writing lies." But then Tonks makes my day and says: "She does have more. I have Fudge's permission to arrest Skeeter. That woman's not going to see the light of day for a long time when I'm done with her."

This makes me smile at the young Auror – who I know is hiding her anger at the woman with her glee at the chance she has been offered – mostly because I know the true reason behind her absolutely distaste for Skeeter. It was because, when she got to Hogwarts, Rita Skeeter wrote an article about her being a Metamorphmagus.
The article had not just caused an even bigger rift between Andy and Narcissa, but had also been a true disgrace for her and her parents, saying that her crazy talent to change form would either make her the slut of Hogwarts because she would transform to suit her men or would land her where I had been at that time – in Azkaban.

It's soft to say that the article had not been taken lightly by the fiery-tempered Black-heiress and I know that she still remembers the article as well as I do as the Minister of that time, Millicent Bagnold, had been kind enough to give me this article while she was on her fourth annual visit to Azkaban that year.
This makes me remember how Fudge had done the same in 1993 and I thank the man mentally for doing that as I would not have been here tonight had he not given me the article that gave me back my will-power and need to live. Shaking my head to get my mind out of that dark place, do I focus on my surroundings and read on.

Smiling serenely … seen them.
He had no doubt they had been waiting for some sort of witty entrance, but with those two looking as if they were just there without knowing why, it was a lost cause.

This makes young Draco turn red and Narcissa turns on him as she says: "Draconus, if you waited outside that compartment solely to cause trouble, you will be in big trouble yourself, young man." The silver-blonde haired boy nods and I sigh, wishing Narcissa had done more about his upraising than Lucius apparently did before I read on.

"So." said Malfoy … was the f"

This whole speech makes my blood boil under my skin and makes me want to stop halfway just to rip that little bastard a new one and throughout it is the only thing keeping me from turning into a real murderer the book itself, but then a roar of absolute fury shocks me out of my angered stupor and I look up to the Hall.
Viktor and Cedric are holding Harry back, while the twins each are holding back Hermione and all four of the restrainers seem to have a lot of trouble in doing their work. All other students are also furious and many Ravenclaws and Gryffindors have run over to the Hufflepuffs to restrain them from attacking the blonde.

Harry is the first to calm down, or at least stand still in the arms of his restrainers – which I consider quite a feet seeing his mother's actual temper – and he spats: "And THAT is exactly the BLOODY reason I refused your hand all those years ago, Malfoy. Ron was my first friend and you insulted him before you even met him.
You even stood so tall and mighty it was clear to me you believed yourself even better than me and when you said you could help me pick the right friends I knew I should never even want to hang around with you. You were arrogant and spoiled, Malfoy and you obviously believed you could pick out my life for me.
Sorry, I don't live that way. I don't think anyone here lives that way and there are certainly enough people here that – even if they do live that way – won't depend on you to live that way as they are much better people. And personally I think you nothing more than a stuck-up arrogant jerk, who's head is way too big for even this hall."

Everyone looks shocked at his speech and for some reason I get reminded of the many times Lily shouted the same at James before the two got together. Then Harry sits back down, followed by the rest of the students as they obviously believe Harry has said everything they feel and he mutters at the blonde in a furious tone:
"Insulting a boy so close to his death. Actually mocking his murder. Arrogant, heartless bastard." I then look at Malfoy and see him with wide eyes and a paler complexion than normally, while neither of his parents seem to feel the need to defend him. Fearing that Lucius might plan a payback later, do I read on, hoping I'm wrong.

It was … were blackmailing?"

"Blackmailing?" A lot of people shout shocked and I turn to the Weasley twins suspiciously, wondering why they would even think of doing that. But then, while their mother wants to stand up and shout at them, do the two stand up with their hands raised and chorus: "We had a reason. I repeat, we had a reason."
And while they sit down, do I see them glancing at Ludo Bagman, who whitens when he notices the glances. Now I sigh as I know the man to have a gambling problem, mostly because he was the one who started the Gambling pot on when Lily and James would get together and who would win when the two had another infamous argument.

Fortunately for him had James been too immature for years to realize how to properly court Lily. Unfortunately for him, Lily and James didn't get together until after Ludo left Hogwarts as our Fifth year was his Seventh and that while he had been the one to state they wouldn't get together until their Seventh year or at least Graduation.
Ludo had never been able to collect his money, but had been able to make quite the fortune out of James and Lily's bickering, something which neither left lying down as Ludo was afterwards often cursed for using other people's problems for his own fortune, Lily holding the record over James of having done this the most.
I shake my head again, having hoped that playing Quidditch and later getting a fine job at the Ministry would keep the man from gambling and would help him get a better more responsible hobby, but that was not to be, as I can now see. Then, realizing that the Tournament could be a good gambling opportunity, do I read on with dread.

"Oh." Said George … very bitterly and Harry couldn't blame him, even while he knew that Hermione's question came from an instinctual need to trust in adults – one he had lost a long, long time ago.
"Yeah, that's … against the goblins.

This shocks me and Minerva says: "So that's why he was so eager to have Harry in the Tournament." Which makes me turn angry as no one should bet on a fourteen year old, let alone in something like the Tournament. I then glare at the man and say: "Gambling on the problems and arguments between Lily and James is one thing, Bagman.
But gambling on Harry – my godson – to win a life-threatening tournament that could get him killed, especially with all the terrible and dangerous tasks you idiots set up and that you didn't even thought of changing when someone much younger entered – you better pay up the twins, because then – you have me to deal with.
And I don't take money for an answer." The man gulps, knowing how I deal with those harming or endangering my friends and those I consider family and I hiss: "This isn't over, Bagman." And I read on, knowing full well how much I acted like a true Black there. And just by thinking of why, do I believe it to be fully worth it.

"So, that's … cards again.

Now Kingsley and Tonks, who are both as furious as many of the Gryffindors – especially friends of Harry and the twins – go sit next to the man and both hold up their hands in front of him, Tonks saying: "The twins' money, please." The man sweats and whimpers: "Don't have any?" But Kingsley aims his wand at the man and says:
"Accio Bagman's savings." And while the man squaks, do I see over 3 000 Galleons shoot out of the craziest places; Bagman's empty gums, the coins almost ripping his lips apart, the sowings of his robe which causes the fabric to almost fall off of him, secret pockets hidden in his pockets, the flap of his shoes, the collar of his shirt.
I even hear clinging of Galleons that I don't see and when Tonks undoes a Disillusionment charm hundreds of Galleons appear on top and stuck in Bagman's hair, most of them tied down by the multiple curls in his hair. Tonks shakes her head and mutters a soft: "Pathetic." Before summoning each Galleon to her separately.
In total, after Tonks has organized all the golden coins in neat piles of 20 or some even 40, does a small sum of 5400 Galleons appear on the table and Kingsley, his wand still raised, asks: "How much did you bet on, boys?" And the twins say: "Thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen sickles and three Knuts, sir." The man nods and says:

"And seeing that seventeen sickles are one Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts make a Sickle, we'll just add a Galleon to your prize money and hand you – how many people did you bet with, Ludo?" The man gulps, sweating and obviously scared now, and the twins chorus: "Four, sir. Rodney Pontner, Agatha Timms, our dad and us."
The man nods, his eyes friendly as he looks at them, but furious while he glares at his co-worker and he says: "So we'll just let the fifteen sickles and three Knuts count as another Galleon and hand them the prize money times four and we'll leave it at that. Is that okay with you boys?" The twins nod and Harry says:
"Accio one-hundred and fifty-two Galleons." And the correct amount flies into the happy hands of the twins who quickly fill their pockets afterwards, while Bagman lies his head in his hands and Kingsley says: "And you, Ludo, are hereby arrested for illegal gambling and holding back money, which is also known as embezzlement.
You understand that you're hereby removed from your position as Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports and that you are to stay here under watch of Aurors until your trial." The man nods, with his head still in his hands and while I feel that justice has been served, do I still hate the pathetic little man as I read on.

The rest … before long."

"Guess that's down the drain now." Ron snickers, while Mrs. Weasley has her lips thin and glares at the twins as if angry at them for taking the money that hasn't even been awarded to the winner yet, but Harry shrugs and says: "I agree with what I said in the book. With Voldemort back, we're going to need some laughs.
And seeing that the Marauders don't really seem eager to get back into their Prank robes, we need the new generation to cause laughter all around, especially at Hogwarts. And don't worry, you two." Harry smirks at the twins, before he goes on: "Once you guys graduate, I might just step into Prongs' footsteps. If I get the chance that is."

This makes the twins smile widely and the teachers groan, obviously fearing what will happen if James Potter's son starts to pull pranks. Then Remus states with a grin: "Glad I'm not teaching anymore." But Harry leans back on his seat and says: "Oh I don't know. I might just find a way to convince you, professor."
And the man blanches as the boy says it with a devious grin on his face, obviously determined to make true to his words. I snicker at my best friend's misfortune, before I look up and see Harry smirking at me. I gulp, trying not to show fear in front of my Godson and he says: "And who better to practice pranks on than on a Master Prankster."
And instantly I know my fate is sealed and a shiver runs down my spine, while pride fills my heart that Harry puts so much pride and effort behind his family's history and his father's favorite hobby. I sigh, knowing I'm probably screwed, but then think: "I'll show him no eagerness to get back into my Prank robes." And read on, feeling giddy.

"Harry." Said George … the barrier.

"Speaking of him, Harry." Arabella, a woman I remember from my time with the Order, even if she was barely ever there due to her cats, speaks and when the boy turns to her she says: "You know your aunt threw that saucepan at me when I invited her to come read along. Well, she also said something quite shocking while I ran."
The boy looks confused, while my keen dog eyes spot the worry and slight hint of fear shining in his green depths and she says: "She screamed: Why would I want to listen about that useless brat's life? He's not even related to me and neither is that useless mother of his.I just wonder if you know what she meant."

But by the shocked look on Harry's face, I can tell he has no more idea what his aunt spoke of than the woman does and while going over everything I've known of the girl my best friend was after for so many, many years, do I think: "Lily's not an Evans? Who was she then?" But then Narcissa sighs and everyone turns to her.
She looks up and then says: "As you all know I am 5 years older than Sirius and when my aunt, Walburga Black, was pregnant, I was the only one to who she told she was pregnant of twins. But when she discovered that one of the twins was a girl, which was 10 minutes after giving birth, she instantly set her up for adoption.
She told me when I tried to convince her otherwise or tell her my mother would take in the little baby that she only wanted sons as those would be strong and would proudly hold up the Black line and etiquette. I never saw my little niece, but I have to admit that whenever Lily was angry, I thought I saw her looking like a true Black."

This shocks me as Walburga is my mother and I quietly ask: "Wait, are you absolutely sure, Cissy?" The woman nods, showing a small smile at her nickname while a tear of relief runs down her cheek at the chance of finally coming out with this secret, do I ask: "But then why was she never shown on our Family tree?"
And the woman, while sending me a look that asks: "You actually forgot?" answers with a soft tone in her voice: "Because Blacks aren't placed on the Family tree until they're a year old, in which the parents have the chance to decide whether or not to keep the child. Because Lily was adopted, she never showed on the family tree."
Then Harry, with wide eyes, a pale complexion and tearful eyes asks timidly: "So – Sirius is my – my – my uncle?" And the woman nods with a loving smile at the boy, who turns to me and when I look back at him, I see that what I know I am showing him. A deep love only for me. His new uncle. This makes me smile at him before I read on.

Mrs. Weasley … it did.
But he did know – and fear – that before he would have to face whatever Voldemort would throw at him, he would have to survive his uncle's wrath.

This worries me greatly and I wonder what on earth the man could do to my Godson, but when I look up I see that Harry is being held by Remus tight, the boy white as a sheet in fear while Ron and Hermione share a knowing look with each other before looking at him worriedly. I look confused and worried and think:
"He can't be abused, can he? I never saw a single scar or wound, but –." I then look at Harry's small frame and remember what James once told me: "We Potters? We're tiny little buggers, but with a huge guts and our bodies grow to adept to that courage when we turn thirteen. Trust me, Pads, I'll be taller than you by our Fifth."

But now Harry's a fourth and still he's almost the size of a Third or even Second year and this alone proves to me that yes, my poor godson has been abused by that fat Muggle. Bad enough apparently, that he fears staying with the man. This fact hits me like a ton of bricks and makes me hate my time in Azkaban all over again
I shake my head, my eyes closed and close the book with a resigned sigh, knowing that now, I shouldn't only be there for Harry concerning the Tournament – I also have to help him fight off the aftereffects of his abuse. I nod at this new plan silently, but then think: "But first I have to know how bad it all was."