I glared Nick hard in the eyes, sending him one last scathing look, before turning on my heels and stalking away

Chapter 15: Those silly 14-year-olds.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything from Hogwarts. I only own Shawn and her school and friends.

I glared Nick hard in the eyes, sending him one last scathing look, before turning on my heels and stalking away.

"Shawn! Shawn!" I could hear both Nick and Troy shout at me as I pulled open the hall doors. There shouts were futile against the heavy oak doors, and were quickly silenced as I sunk to the ground.

What a prick.


About two weeks later, I was called out of my Integrated Defense class. It was taught by Madame J, herself, so I was kind of upset that I would be missing her awesome teaching skills, but I left anyway. Walking through the maze of the castle, I was finally let into a room. There stood an old creepy-looking dude, the four other champions, and one evil reporter.

Rita Skeeter.

And her stupid little photographer man.

"Ah! Miss Black. Wonderful, now that all five champions are here, we may commence the weighing of the wands." The creepy dude said. I slid into a chair next to Harry Potter, and pulled out my ebony wand from my holster. Harry sent me an odd look, to which I just raised an eyebrow at, and turned to face the front. He called up Viktor.

I zoned out through Viktor's, Fleur's, and Cedric's wand weighing, before the creepy dude called me up. I snatched my wand off of the desk and flounced over to the front of the room.

"Ahh, not one of my creations? No, this has to be the work of Nicholas Waterby, am I correct?" I nodded in affirmation. Waterby was one of the best wand-makers in Canada, and had been for years.

"14 inch Thestral feather and ebony wood? Interesting combination. Is it temperamental at all? I find that the darker substances tend to be." He seemed mildly curious.

"Not overly so. It works very well for me. It's a very powerful wand." I said proudly.

"Yes, and in top condition." He praised. I threw my head back with a prideful grin. As an auror, we were expected to keep our weapons in top condition, meaning weekly polishes and semi-annual cleanings.

"Augmenti!" He sent a jet of water flying out. It sparkled and glistened before he quickly canceled the spell.

"Excellent, it is working wonderfully." He continued. I nodded politely in thanks as I received my wand and sat back down. I zoned out once again.

Suddenly, everyone was standing, so I followed suit. The champions stood in front of a white photography screen, with a sleazy looking photographer in front of them.

A shrill voice broke out.

"Move him to the front!" The body of the voice pulled Harry Potter to the front of the champions.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Well, come on Black, we don't have all day." She said sweetly. What a fake.

"Skeeter." I said coldly, not moving from my spot.

"Shawn, how nice to see you. Can I get an interview after this? How's the war going in America?" She shot questions at me a mile a minute. The other champions looked on in interest as I raised my hand to silence her, a glare on my features.

"Talk to the PR department, Skeeter. You know standard procedure." I spat before shoving my way by to stand in between Cedric and Krum.

Skeeter and the photographer shuffled us around forever. Finally, they came to a stop and took the picture, resulting in Harry and Fleur sitting in chairs, with me, Cedric, and Krum standing behind them.

We all looked pretty intense, I won't lie.

Harry and Fleur both had angry, competitive faces, eyes glaring at the camera. Krum and Cedric Diggory both had their backs against me, but had their heads turned towards the camera in a glare, their arms crossed aggressively. I glared in the middle, my arms also crossed in a very intimidating position, if I do say so myself.

Like I said, we looked pretty intense.

We left the room to go to dinner, talking and laughing as if we had known each other for years. Potter looked kind of left out, but who could blame him? He was a 14-year-old kid amongst 17 and 18-year-old adults.

"So I never saw that red-head at lunch with you guys this morning at breakfast." I hung back to chat with Harry for a bit.

"Oh, Ron? Ron Weasley?" His bright green eyes regarded me curiously.

"Another fucking Weasley?!" Harry looked slightly alarmed, so I toned it down a bit.

"I mean…Ron, yeah, let's go with Ron. Anyways, yeah, where is this boy?" I couldn't help but chuckle at Harry's confused face.

"Well, we kind of had a fight. He thought that I entered my name into the goblet, even when I tried to tell him that I didn't." He said glumly.

I nodded sympathetically.

"Yeah, me and my best friend are having a fight too." I frowned.

'Yeah, we all saw you storm out of the Great Hall the other day. What happened?"

"He just made a really, really stupid comment without thinking." I said sadly.

"And you don't think you can forgive him?" He asked quietly. In the distance (at the end of a very long corridor) I could see the Great Hall doors coming up. By now, the other three champions were far ahead of us, almost walking in.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to. He's my best friend; we've been through everything together. But sometimes, people (like me) need time to stew in their anger for a bit. I have to be furious before I can wind down enough to talk to him. It should happen soon, to be honest. I'm starting to miss him." I sighed.

"Do you think Ron needs time to stew?" He looked like a lost puppy, and in that moment, I realized that even though he was Harry Potter, the great boy-who-lived, he was still a 14-year-old boy. The same 14-year-old boy who had been unwillingly thrown into a situation that was potentially life-threatening. Fancy spell work could only get him so far, all he needed right now were his friends.

"I don't know kid." I sighed again. "What I do know, is that if he's as good a friend as he seems, then he'll come around. And if not, then he's not worth it."

I pushed open the doors to the Great Hall. He followed behind diligently, before we stopped at our usual spot. I had taken to sitting near the Weasley twins with Carmen, which was near enough to Harry and his friends.

We stopped and made eye-contact.

He smiled.

"Thanks, Black."

"Call me Shawn." I grinned.

"Thanks, Shawn." He grinned back and sat next to Hermione.

As I turned around I could hear her huff.

"What were you doing with her?"

I laughed out loud as I sat next to Carmen.

Yep, definitely 14-year-olds.


A/N: Yes, it is possible for me to update two days in a row. I wrote this while I was at camp, and I had sudden inspiration to write more, so expect a lot more to come. As I said last chapter, things are beginning to move faster, so any feedback would be appreciated!

Also, I realize that the end of the chapter was a bit sappy with Harry, but keep in mind that her father is Harry's godfather. I'm sure (actually, I know because I'm the author) that she's feeling a bit sisterly and protective of him, which will show in the future.

And yes, this chapter was kind of boring and lame, but it's just filler. The next couple of chapters will be awesome!

Also, BIG THANKS to lovesick.melody and raveygirl17 for their fantastic reviews!

-Shawn