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Chapter Two- A Bigger Surprise [2012]

He was still there.

Sam Winchester had come back to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

For the second year in a row.

Professor Winchester obviously didn't understand why his appearance had caused so much stir among the arriving students, and had leaned over to talk to Dumbledore.

There was one thing different, though; his brother was missing, and in his place was an older, lined man who wore a slightly tattered robe. He looked very tired, and Dumbledore introduced him as Remus Lupin, the new Defense aide. No explanation was given as to Dean's absence.

However, most of the students were soon distracted by Dumbledore's grand speech, the glory and fame of the Triwizard Tournament coursing like a spark from person to person.

The visiting schools were well received. Durmstrang in particular got several echoes of applause, because they definitely didn't teach Hogwarts students how to use magic like that. The boys drooled over the Beauxbatons girls and the Goblet itself made an impression on everyone, because however simple it looked, you couldn't disguise that kind of power.

The first day of class, Professor Winchester ended his introductory speech with the usual 'Any questions?' One girl, a Slytherin, raised her hand.

"Professor, what happened to your brother?" the Professor froze and the color drained from his face. When he found his voice, he took ten points from Slytherin for 'asking invasive questions' and dismissed them all fifteen minutes early, locking the classroom door behind them.

No one asked again.

And when the drawing of the names rolled around, and Harry's was picked, Professor Winchester just looked at him in class the next day and slipped a note under his parchment that offered lessons in self-defense for whatever might come up in the Tournament.

Harry accepted.

He really wished he hadn't.

Professor Winchester turned out to be an absolute slave driver, and all he did was teach Harry how to exercise properly. He gave him strange clothes to wear during his run, which Harry thought was weird but was grateful for later - who knew a person could sweat so much? Luna had shown up too - it turned out that she'd been taking lessons with him for most of last year as well. Harry tried not to be put out by the fact that she could run circles around him without breaking a sweat.

Either way, the practice paid off, but when Harry discovered the nature of the first task he began to think that he'd done it all for nothing. When he told Sam - and when had he stopped calling him Professor? - next weekend, Sam looked at him and told him they'd talk about it once Harry had finished for today.

While he and Luna rested in the Defense classroom, Sam helped him brainstorm ideas for how he could get past a dragon, though it was Luna who gave him the clue.

"You should use what you do best," she told him softly. "I hear you're very good at flying."

"I can't bring my broom to the task," Harry protested. Luna looked away and refocused her gaze out the window.

"Oh look," she said. "The fifth years are practicing Summoning Charms."

Sam sat up straighter. "Harry," he said urgently. "That's it. Summoning Charms."

Harry mastered the spell long before the task began, but only a couple hours before, Sam approached him. He held a sword broken off halfway down the blade and handed it to Harry, telling him that if he needed it, it could pierce even a dragon's hide.

Just in case.

Harry took it.

He didn't use it, and returned it after the task had finished.

[He never told anyone about it either].

The second task was more difficult; yet still the mysterious Professor Winchester proved to be one of the most helpful elements. While Hermione harassed Harry to start figuring out the clue in the egg, Sam had sent a letter to another friend of his to ask if it could possibly be a magical language.

Next time they saw each other, Sam passed on a book on the languages of magical creatures. It took Harry two days to figure out that the egg was screeching at him in Mermish, which according to the book he had to be underwater to understand. He got the password for the prefect's bathroom from Fred and George, and spent half of Saturday in there, repeatedly listening to the clue and trying to figure out its meaning.

A more urgent problem was the matter of how he was going to breathe underwater for an hour. The answer came from Neville, of all places, who had read in a book that Gillyweed allowed a person to breathe underwater for various lengths of time, depending on how much you ate. Harry eagerly accepted the offer, and didn't question where Neville had gotten it.

[It was from Snape's stores. Neville was in Gryffindor for a reason, though he could have just as easily been Hufflepuff]

Harry was almost late to the task, but choked down the weeds and dove underwater.

Later, he'd curse himself for being so stupid as to actually believe that they'd let the hostages die. When he asked Sam about it, Sam only said "Sometimes the right think is stupid too."

He didn't wonder how his professor had learned that.

[Maybe a little]

When the third task came and Harry vanished from the center, Professor Winchester was the first to go looking for him and Cedric.

When Harry came back clinging to his dead teammate's body, he didn't say anything, but detached Harry from Cedric and took him straight to the hospital wing.

He got a bottle of Dreamless Sleep from Madam Pomfrey and gave it to Harry immediately, saying that he could talk tomorrow but recovery came first.

Harry had nearly gone into shock from the night's incident, and took it obediently, barely processing what he was being told.

Sam was gone when he woke up. He'd left in the middle of the night, apparently, and his office was empty of everything except the furniture and a scrawled note asking for the details of what had happened when Harry felt up to giving them.

Harry sent a letter and resigned himself to a new Defense professor next year.

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