Chapter 4

The feast was in full swing by the time Harry and Claw arrived, the great doors opened and the entire hall turned wanting to see what was interrupting the feast. All the students went quiet at seeing the cloaked figure standing in the doorway; Harry had put his hood back up, with a large menacing looking wolfhound at his heels. Many of the purebloods knew, by the staff in his left hand, what the figure was, a witch hunter, a spook. Most of the old families hadn't dealt with a spook but many feared that one day the spooks would decide that the wizards were dark and would move to exterminate them as well.

Harry walked in to the hall and up to where the old man was sitting with a subtle smug look on his face. "Headmaster, I apologize for my tardiness, my business in the forest took longer but then expected." Harry looked directly in to the Mage's eye as if daring him to try something. "Not at all my boy, I have saved a seat right here next to me" The old man motioned to the vacant seat next to him. Harry took the seat and found himself sitting next to a severe looking woman who had tartan on her robes. She didn't have a sliver of Dark in her and from where she sat, she must have been the old man's second, so hopefully when he was finally taken down the children would have a good strong leader.

As the meal progressed Harry's sense of dread rose with each passing minute, until a vile looking man brought in a large cup that had flames coming from it. Harry, with his new power from Merlin, had an odd feeling about that cup, it wasn't dark but at the same time something of the dark had been done to it. The old codger was spouting some crap off and Harry didn't pay attention at all to it.

The cup flared and a piece of paper shot out and Dumbledore read off a name and the hall exploded with cheers, Harry being the ever polite guest applauded lightly for who knows what. The cup spat out another name and same results then it did it again and finally it seemed like it was over. Then there was an eerie silence as the cup shot out a fourth name, Dumbledore caught it and looked at it, a feral grin flashing across his face for the briefest of seconds, the only one catching was Harry. The old man turned towards the young spook and tried his best to look surprised then he called out "Harry Gregory"

Harry froze, he had no idea what was going on, but at the nudge from the women next to him he went to the room where the other three had gone. Keeping his staff close he opened the door and entered the room. He saw, as he walked in a stout wizard who had Russian features and duck-like feet standing near the fire place, the only witch in the room had aristocratic features and platinum blonde hair, both of them had a bit of dark in them either having been born of a creature or learning the dark arts themselves. Though the wizard with the Norman descent features had no dark in him at all, much like the women at the feast.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when the blonde women asked him if they were needed back in the hall, having the hood to his cloak up he just shook his head and claw, which had followed him into the room just sat to his left next to his staff. The door burst open and the entire head table seemed to come in all but one looking angry and that one being Dumbledore, he looked pleased. "Headmaster what is going on why am I in here" Harry demanded using his spook voice, which was strong and sent many of the dark running for their lives. One of the men that had a frown on his face answered, this man had darkness in his past but Harry could look over that, he couldn't however get over that stupid mustache on his face.

"You have been chosen to take place in the Triwizards Tournament, a tournament that will have three tasks, the first of which is to test your daring. You will not know what the first task will entail, good luck to the four of you." With that the man and a few others left leaving the severe looking woman and Dumbledore alone with the young spook. "So what does that garbage mean?" Harry looked menacingly at the elder mage. "It means you are bound to compete by magical contract and if you do not participate you will die" Dumbledore stated almost gleefully, the woman however looked concerned, "You will be allowed to have the tools of your trade young spook and will be provided lodgings here in the castle if you wish" her voice had a slight Scottish brogue. Harry merely nodded, fuming mad on the inside at being tricked into this competition by the old senile mage, as soon as he got the chance he would end him.

Tom and Alice were sitting in front of the fire just enjoying the quiet night when the mirror above the mantle lit up and they saw Harry's face was he wrote on it:

!kciuq emoc !egam yb dekcirt !pleh deeN

Having experience with mirrors both Tom and Alice knew they needed to get to where Harry was, and by looking at the charts he left on his desk they headed towards Hogwarts.

The next morning was grey and the clouds threatened to rain but Harry didn't care he was out on the grounds, on the back side of the lake practicing his combat with both his staff and his sword till he was certain that the mage wouldn't be able to defeat him easily, cloak thrown over a stump with Claw sitting there on the lookout for her master. As he walked back towards the castle, once again donned in his cloak, he sensed someone was following him but seeing as Claw wasn't reacting he knew it wasn't anything of the dark.

When he turned there was a girl in green trimmed robes she stood before Harry with pale skin and dark hair and with a face of stone she looked at him while he looked down at her feet and Harry smiled when he saw that she had pointy shoes on. Overall the girls look reminded him a lot of Alice. "Can I help you miss?"

The girl looked at him and held out her hand, "Daphne Greengrass, it's a pleasure to meet a Spook" her voice was polite but had a slight edge to it. Harry never one for disrespect shook the young girls hand and replied "Harry Gregory, how can I help you Miss Greengrass?" his voice was cautious wondering what she wanted even if she wasn't dark.

"Simple really I would like to help you in the tournament, my father helped design the tasks and he told me all about them." she replied losing the edge at the politeness of the young Spook. "Why would you want to help me?" asked Harry still on edge. "Protection by association, you become my friend and people will leave me alone for fear of your wrath" she said not trying to hide her true reason. "So you help me, we become friends, and because of our friendship those who harass you will leave you be for fear of my power as a Spook?" Harry just wanted to clarify, he took some of his own father's words to heart, 'Never trust girls with pointy shoes' and while he didn't apply that to Alice he was a person to completely trust quickly. But he would give it a chance.

"Alright, we can try this I can always use a friend" Harry once again held out his hand and Daphne shook his hand. And that as the beginning of a beautiful friendship that would span battles and conflicts and would grow to what Alice and Tom had at the same age and when they combine their powers there is nothing that they won't be able to overcome.

A/N: Okay, what do ya think? Please tell me I thirst for reviews!

Mirror translations : Need Help! Tricked by Mage! Come Quick!

If you are confused by anything please ask and I will answer in the next chapter!