Harry had been dreading the coming day, his final exams for the year which at least rated some level of concern in the past, even if the normal end of the year fight for survival ranked higher, this time meant absolutely nothing to him. He couldn't even really remember half of his answers and just hoped it would be enough to pass, but if he failed he didn't rightly care because that night he was going to be trotted out to the entire school, to transform in front of them and likely be killed immediately.
After being told by Ludo Bagman when the final task was to take place, Harry had rushed to see Dumbledore, because surely the man had been wrong and it was going to be during the day. But alas Albus had stated there was nothing he could do, as much as he wanted to.
About the only good thing on the day of the task was that the champions were allowed to spend the day with their families, of which Sirius, the Tonkses and the Weasleys along with Hermione had shown up to the tent in support of him. But when Yaxley along with a few other aurors stepped into the tent, it took a lot to keep Sirius from attacking them when they slapped restraints on Harry before starting to drag him out of the tent. Apparently the ministry rule on magical creatures still applied even now. Thankfully Professor Snape was early, likely having been told that the ministry had arrived to get Harry his potion as it would not have surprised anyone if they had attempted to get Harry out in front of people without it just to have an excuse.
"This is so bloody wrong," Tonks seethed as she watched her fellow aurors march Harry out to the quidditch pitch in heavy chains with a crude muzzle over his mouth. The sun hadn't even gone down fully and they were treating him like he was a hardened criminal.
This sight left an air of unease around the stadium that no one felt comfortable breaking, so all conversations were spoken in a hushed whisper. At least those not currently under privacy charms, which she could see happening with the adults, her cousin Sirius was red in the face as he shouted at the Minister's undersecretary. Tonks just knew that this entire procession was her doing. Madame Maxime was berating Headmaster Karkaroff likely because he had been the one to choose the time and day of the last task. Smug bastard probably didn't even care that it landed on the full moon, anything to give his champion a leg up.
Giving her head a quick shake because Tonks had to remember not to be mad at the other champions, they didn't have any control over this farce and had become some of Harry's few friends in the school despite the competition going on.
She just wished Harry would look up from the grass, she needed to see his eyes, just a second for him to see that she was here for him. But the whole time he kept his head down.
"Hey Macnair," Harry muttered tiredly. Even a single utterance had the aurors surrounding him tightening their grips on their wands, but the large man with the ax just grunted in response. "I see you finally have the chance to use your new ax."
Macnair didn't say anything and instead let out a low chuckle. "You must have been so happy today, so you get yourself all dressed up, haircut and trim. I mean, it's not everyday you get to execute a kid in front of hundreds of people without any repercussions."
"I bet you sharpened and oiled that tool in your hand for hours in anticipation, but…" Harry paused before smirking. "You left a smudge."
Macnair seemed to freeze before slowly reaching behind him and pulling out a cloth rag. Angling the blade to see it, the single fingerprint which had gone unnoticed to even him now stood out proudly. Grumbling, the executioner gently wiped the metal until it was perfectly reflective.
"Thanks, afterall if I'm going to die tonight I want it to be perfect," Harry chuckled darkly before returning to staring at the ground. He didn't want to look up and see other people's faces. Most of all he didn't want to see hers, he wasn't sure what he would do if he saw her.
For a few minutes he watched as the last of the sunlight faded out, followed by a creeping darkness that washed over everyone, like a blanket silencing everything, the crowd waited for the first light of the moon to rise. Each minute passing felt like an hour as bit by bit the silvery beams began to shine down.
Then it happened, Harry felt it and the pain exploded in his body making him fall to the ground. But he wouldn't cry out in pain, he refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing him at his weakest. Through the blood rushing to his head he could not hear the screams of panic coming from the crowd watching however he was certain the snapping of his bones was louder than them.
Tonks had seen the transformation over a dozen times just being around Harry and yet this one felt worse than any of them, his body wanting to move in one way but the restricting chains preventing him. It took all her will to not just blast the metal off him so as to ease his suffering when the cuffs snapped under the strain of his increasing mass and strength. And as relieved as she was for this small mercy the other aurors aimed their wands at Harry for the now perceived threat he presented. "Come the fuck on he didn't mean to do that, you made the chains too bloody small, it's not his fault." She shouted at the other red robed wizards.
"Stay out of this Auror Tonks, you're already in enough trouble for defending this beast," Corban Yaxley ordered while taking great pleasure in watching The-Boy-Who-Lived suffer, just one paw too close and that would be all the excuse they needed to rain spellfire down on him.
"Go fuck yourself in the ass you shitter," Tonks shouted back at her superior officer, not like she expected to be an auror for much longer or even want to if the DMLE was this adamant about abusing innocent wizards.
Finally Harry's transformation came to an end with a large black furred mass on the grass, curled up and not moving. "Stay down pup," Sirius muttered to himself hoping that his godson didn't do anything. "If you don't move they can't attack you."
The seconds ticked by while everyone waited for something to happen, for Harry to go on a rampage or the aurors to strike first. Everyone was keeping their eyes on the center of the pitch, and that might have been why no one saw who threw the bottle.
A single bottle of butterbeer soared across the air and struck Harry's form, a small explosion of glass and drink, covering Harry in a sticky brown liquid and shattered glass. It was shocking that silence could get even more quiet when people gasped. It seemed that the entire world stopped breathing for a moment before the dam broke.
Dumbledore stood up and loudly demanded to know who threw that bottle, unfortunately his voice was drowned out in the sea of laughing children, who many started to also throw their snacks down at Harry.
The aurors surrounding Harry did nothing to stop a single object from hitting him, just anything that got close to them they redirected away, conveniently towards their charge instead. Tonks tried to run over to the aurors to start a fight when she was roughly grabbed by Severus Snape, of all people, who struggled to hold her back. "You will only make it worse for him, don't start a fight that you cannot win."
Through the jeering and laughter no one could hear the rumbling growl leaving Harry's throat but that too was overshadowed by the eruption of anger from the Hogwarts Headmaster.
Using a sonorous charm amplified in part by a wide range silencer on the crowd, Dumbledore spoke. "EVERYONE BE SILEEEEEENT!" His voice carried far and wide on the night air. To their credit even the aurors flinched at the anger and volume that exuded from the normally jovial wizard. "Of all the behaviors I have ever seen in this school, I have never been more disgusted than I am now."
He took the steps down from the judge's booth and approached the aurors guarding Harry and waved with his hand. "You gentlemen are dismissed, you will no longer be needed here at Hogwarts."
"Albus you cannot order my men-" Minister Fudge tried to protest only to be cut off by a very irate and powerful wizard.
"Cornelius Oswald Fudge, do not dare to speak in my presence, not after the stunt that you and your undersecretary have just pulled in front of me. Do not deny it, just take your men and leave. You have done enough damage this night and I do not wish to see you sink lower than you already have."
"You cannot speak to me that way, I am the minister." Fudge scoffed at how he was being talked down to. This demanded him to respond to protect his image and ego.
"You are a man, a single petty man who decided to torment and torture a student, an innocent child in front of me. I tolerate much from you, but you will not do that here, not at Hogwarts. Not while I have control, so you and yours are banished from these hallowed grounds. Do not return until you have made things right," Dumbledore ordered of the minister.
That declaration hung in the air, Cornelius stood shocked that Dumbledore was being so, unDumbledore-like. "I don't have to-" Cornelius tried to protest before being silenced.
"If you do not leave, I will make you leave," Dumbeldore warned while looking down his nose at the man in a green bowler hat, daring him to try something.
For a second it looked as if the Minister of Magic was going to draw his wand and even for a fleeting moment Cornelius considered it, but he and everyone else knew that would be a very unwise decision to make. Dumbledore was not respected because he was old and had seen most everyone in the stadium pass through the halls as his own students, but because he had real power and right now it was palpable.
There was no saving face in front of this crowd, the minister meekly turned his back on the headmaster and shuffled away his aurors and undersecretary quickly following behind him. "As for the rest of you, the behavior I have seen tonight has been nothing but shameful for this school. You have a fellow student who has done everything in his power to follow rules forced upon him for something he has no control over. After giving up so much of himself to right a terrible wrong last year he did not come out unscathed and has been living with that and will continue to do so for the rest of his life."
Turning to sweep his gaze across the student body, Dumbledore could see a lot of the faces trying to hide from him. "Now I did not see who threw that first bottle, but rest assured I will find out and that student had better have been a seventh year or they will not find their remaining time at Hogwarts as enjoyable as it had once been. For the rest of you who decided to mistake Mr. Potter for a trash receptacle, your heads of houses and other professors are going to ensure that a better decorum is held to in this once great institution."
"Because I cannot think of a more disgraceful way to show ourselves off to the international community," Dumbledore huffed knowing that it was not just Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students in attendance, there were plenty of dignitaries from around the world who were interested in seeing the final task. "All we have shown them is we are a frightened and cowardly lot who will use any excuse to harm and ridicule another. It makes me sick."
Dropping the sonorous, Dumbledore motioned for Tonks to come to his side as he approached Harry who despite everything that night was able to remain on the ground. "I will have the castle elves bring some sundries to the locker rooms so that you may get yourself cleaned up Mr. Potter. As much as I know you do not want to be here, you still must see it through and I'm sure Ms. Tonks here could be of assistance in getting you presentable once again."
Slowly Harry rose up from his haunches and for many it was the first time seeing him in his new form. Over seven feet tall and packed with muscles he was imposing to say the least. Yet Tonks had no fears as she walked over and tenderly took one of Harry's massive paws in her hand and led him out of the field.
"Dumbledore we have a schedule to keep," Ludo Bagman whined because the last task was supposed to have started ten minutes ago. He only had so much time to get his winnings before the goblins came and broke his kneecaps for owing them so much money.
"I'm more than certain his fellow champions would allow Mr. Potter this small mercy to not be covered in filth," Dumbledore scowled at the former quidditch player. He glanced over to see that none of the three other champions made even a noise of complaint about Dumbledore's decision to postpone while Harry got cleaned up.
In the locker room Harry struggled with turning the knob since his paws were too large to grip the metal without breaking but a smaller, more delicate hand reached around him and turned the dial instead. "I'm so sorry Harry," Tonks sighed heavily as she started to pull some of the larger pieces of glass out of his fur. Thankfully some of the elves had prepared the room with nearby bins for her to dump anything she could get off him into.
The massive black furred werewolf just sagged and tried to shake off Tonks' touch. "You can't get it all by yourself Harry, please let me help you."
Knowing that cleaning himself thoroughly would be an impossible task on his own, Harry just relented to letting Tonks wash him, right up until he felt something press into his back. Two somethings actually, two large and squishy… Leaping away from the sensation Harry spun around and almost wished he hadn't.
There dripping wet and naked was Tonks holding a soapy rag. "What, you didn't think I was going to try this with clothes on did you? Now turn back around, I need to get all that syrup out of your fur."
Try as he might to look away, Tonks was gorgeous. "Oh, I see," deviously smirking, Tonks put her arms to her side and pushed her already enormous breasts up and began shaking them back and forth. "Are my big ole titties distracting you? Does seeing me getting all sudsed up and bubbly turn on the big bad wolf?"
She wrung out the soapy rag and began to run the water over her chest, down her tight stomach and over her mound. "Harry, it's okay to stare, I wouldn't have gotten naked if I didn't want you to see."
If anyone wondered if a werewolf could gulp, that was laid to rest as Harry started to pant heavily seeing Tonks put on a show for him, bending over and massaging her breasts Harry felt a part of his start to swell.
"God damn," Tonks gasped because she had managed to see him after the nights had ended and he had no clothes on, so she knew he had nothing to be ashamed of but this. "It's bigger than my fucking forearm!"
Kneeling down in front of Harry, Tonks pressed her elbow against the base of Harry's cock and was shocked that it reached past her fist. She could feel it throb hard against her skin, twitching and hot as well. "Well we can't let you go back out sporting this massive beast, you'll break everyone's heart if they saw this thing."
Reaching around she took both of her hands and started gliding them up and down his shaft. "Fucking hell your balls are massive," watching as his heaving gonads moved with each pump of her hands.
Harry had never felt something this amazing before, especially not while transformed like this. He had to hold himself back from howling in pleasure when suddenly he realized there was a new level of ecstasy when Tonks put her lips on his cock. It stole away his breath each time she kissed along his length.
Seeing an opportunity to have some fun whenever her lips weren't on his dick, Tonks would start to tease him. "You're so fucking sensitive, must be all that pent up virgin energy of yours. Damn shame you never had anyone help take care of that for you."
"I'm sure Fleur would have been willing to ease your suffering after the second task," Tonks hummed while starting to lick. Her hair growing in length and lightening to a near white blonde. "Oh Monsieur Potter please, pull out your big werewolf boner and let me worship it with my veela dick sucking lips."
He was nearly frozen in place looking down at what looked almost exactly like Fleur was on her knees, stroking and lapping at his dick, rubbing it all over her perfect face, covering it in his slick pre-cum. "Ooh, roleplay gets you so fucking horny doesn't it. What about Hermione then?"
Tonks started to shrink a bit, while the blonde hair darkened and got frizzy even with the steam in the air. "Harry, you really need to think about what you're doing to yourself when you get pent up like this. Don't you know boys who aren't getting all their thick sticky cum deposited in little cumdumps like me every. single. day. are more likely to breed a bitch when they put their fat juicy cocks in them, I read that in Hogwarts A History."
"Maybe you want someone older, a more mature flavor?" Tonks hummed while concentrating on this one she was sure to send him over the edge.
It took a second for him to recall where he'd seen this woman before, but then it clicked and he realized it was Narcissa Malfoy worshiping his dick. "It's so much bigger than my husband ever could be. Does this help make up for how terrible he's been, does my mouth suffice after all that he-" the dirty talk cut off when Harry roughly grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting his cock down her throat.
After thirty seconds of being face fucked like a common whore Tonks needed air and started to slap Harry's thigh, hoping he'd let her go. Thankfully he wasn't completely lost to his baser instinct and released her enough that she could pull off and begin coughing from being so forcefully used. "Okay," stopping to take a deep breath. "Going to definitely need to let you hate fuck that out of your system one day."
Changing back to her more normal form Tonks shakily stood up not being back to one hundred percent after Harry struck back. "I think we got you nice and ready though, I sure as shit know I am."
Resting one hand on his chest, she used the other to line up the tip of his red rocket with her nether lips. "Okay Nymmie, just take it nice and slooooow," she squealed when Harry's dick slid into her the first of many inches. "Oh shit, oh fuck that's, so fucking big, hang on, hang on, I need to."
Pleading that Harry didn't start thrusting away before she readied herself. If he did she was worried that he'd break her and that she'd like it too much. But instead Harry wrapped her in his arms and held her close to him. "Right, you're such a gentleman," giggling a little that Harry was still so protective over her.
"Merlin this is bigger than anything I've had inside me," Tonks whimpered lightly while dropping down to half his length which was already more than all the guys she'd ever been with before had. "Don't act all smug mister, you're just. Oh fuck." Bracing herself against Harry as he pulled back slightly then pushed in again.
"Who taught you to fuck," Tonks moaned. "You should be letting me lead, I'm the one with- screw that just keep doing what you're doing," deciding to let Harry run this show as he kept a slow and steady pace.
He never went deeper than Tonks had put him in her. She knew he was horny as hell, after all she could feel it. But she also knew he was afraid, afraid that he would hurt her if he wasn't careful. She needed to nip that in the bud right now. "Harry you won't break me, I'm a big girl. Just go slow and listen to how I react, you'll get the hang of it real quick."
After assuring him that she wasn't made of glass, he pushed in further another couple of inches and paused when Tonks gripped the fur on his chest. "Don't stop you big lug, you're just past the halfway mark and I want it all."
Harry nervously pushed up further, this time feeling more weight settle since he was starting to lift Tonks off the floor. Knowing that she'd get impaled by his cock, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Looking up into his eyes, she saw everything, every emotion he was feeling right now Tonks could see it plain as day. Using her free hand that wasn't clutched onto him for support she pulled down his muzzle and kissed him. "Harry, make love to me."
The dam broke and Harry let out a howl as he started thrusting away into his woman. There was no way about it other than that, throughout his entire life he had people who treated him like dirt, filth beneath their feet and even though he had friends now, no one had ever asked for his love. Not like this.
Tonks rode the waves of pleasure from Harry fucking her, his strong arms keeping her held to his body as he pumped into her. She wrapped her arms around his back and rested her head on his chest, content to hear his heart beat while her mouth just moaned in ecstasy. "Come on big boy, show me all that love you have inside you."
Harry wasn't sure how long he'd been going, the tightening of her walls around him and the hot water spraying everywhere made it easy to get lost in the immense feeling. But a part of his brain told him he was close, that he was going to erupt and the two parts of his brain, the human and wolf had to come to a decision. One that the more rational human side was winning and he started to pull out before the legs wrapped around his waist stopped him.
"Don't worry Harry," Tonks said into his fur. "You can cum inside me."
And just like that the wolf inside won because that was all the permission he needed to push further than he ever had before, his large knot stopped only momentarily due to its immense girth before it slid in and plugged Tonks up. The pair let out howls of pleasure when he let out thick heavy ropes of cum to the point that the bulge in her stomach from his huge cock started to grow larger from the amount of his seed he was flooding her womb with.
The moment seemed to go on forever as the intertwined lovers held on before Harry started to deflate and when his cock slipped out the torrent of his seed spilled over the floor. Sliding down against the wall Harry had never felt so incredible with his arms holding Tonks against his body everything else in the world stopped mattering.
It took a minute or two for the world to come back into being after coming down from the high of mind blowing sex. But Harry's body was built for more than just one activity. "Harry, we uh… took a bit longer than I think they expected," Tonks mumbled into Harry's fur.
Looking around he noticed the clock that had been put on the wall, by Oliver a few years back, to make sure they didn't take up too much time in the locker room before practice and he realized they had been at it for nearly a half an hour. "Good thing we got all the crud off you so now we just need a way to get rid of the sex smell, or not. Wouldn't that be fun to just go back out there, you with your dick dangling between your legs and me leaving a trail of your baby batter behind and gas the crowd with the smell of what we just did?"
Harry managed a throaty chuckle while Tonks got the giggles out of her system. "Yeah that would be awesome for all of like ten seconds because unlike me you still have to go to school with these chumps."
Thankfully, a drying spell was more effective at getting the two of them presentable and some other charms to attempt to mask their wonderful activities were put up and hopefully anyone who noticed would keep their mouths shut. That plan lasted all of two seconds when the couple stepped out of the locker room and Sirius let off a firework spell.
"Congratulations pup," Sirius cackled only to duck a stunner from Tonks. "Hey, I get to do that, you two didn't even bother to put up a silencing charm. The whole crowd would have heard you if I didn't catch it in time before Harry's first howl."
Minerva swatted the man-child on the arm before swishing her wand to adjust Tonks robes, which were very hastily put on. "We're all proud of you Mr. Potter, but some discretion is necessary. And while I'm sure that Sirius would love nothing more than to spend the whole night galavanting around and that you are more likely to run off with Ms. Tonks, you still have a tournament to finish."
Motioning for Harry to return to the pitch, Sirius followed along, patting Harry on the back repeatedly while talking to him about how grown up he is now. Nymphadora moved to follow when Minerva held her back. "I hope you know what you're doing to him."
Squashing down her first instinct to slap her former professor, Tonks turned her nose up at the implied statement of her taking advantage of Harry. "I'm loving him, that's what I'm doing Minerva."
Raising an eyebrow to challenge the younger witch only to see her not back down. "Good, Mr. Potter needs people like that in his life. I had figured that it would have been Miss Granger taking pity on him after that atrocious Yule Ball."
"He doesn't need pity, nor want it. He's strong, stronger than anyone I've ever met. Also hung like a fucking unicorn. I might actually need some help walking back Minnie." Tonks weakly chuckled since her legs felt like jelly with each step.
Minerva rolled her eyes at the witch and muttered under her breath about reckless youth while helping Tonks limp back to the pitch.
Getting in line with the other champions who took a few seconds before making clear attempts to stifle their giggles. Despite not being able to talk, the noises he could produce were enough to signify that he was regretting coming back. However Ludo Bagman was starting the final task to a much more subdued crowd, as in the time gone, they only had themselves to blame for their actions, though for some there was no regret.
"We managed to clean things up," Cedric mentioned as he and his fellow champions had started to vanish all the garbage around the pitch in the meantime.
"Did that while you and your lady were getting dirty," Viktor teased the werewolf.
"In first place, Fleur Delacour. Second place is Cedric Diggory. In third Viktor Krum," Ludo announced, to many cheers from the audience, between their own students and others who were in support of the champions. "Lastly is Harry Potter."
The cheers for Harry were far more subdued and scattered than they had been for everyone else. His friends still supported him, but that wasn't saying much as he was mostly getting polite claps from the more neutral attendants.
Harry just took deep breaths as Ludo Bagman explained the nature of the task. In the center of the maze, was the Tri-Wizard Trophy, it was guarded by many obstacles that would hinder if not impede the champions. Then there was the problem of the champions themselves being obstacles as if they came across one another it was expected that they would duel. But since Harry was without the capabilities of a wand, and he didn't want to hurt his friends, he'd likely just have to run away from them.
The first cannon blast and Fleur had raced into the dark hedges. She was followed shortly by Cedric and Viktor, but since Harry had been judged quite harshly for his performances he had to wait quite a bit longer. He was hoping that before he even set one paw into the maze that one of the other champions would have won and this would all be over. But unfortunately that wasn't the case.
Hearing the cannon blast to signify his turn to enter, Harry hesitated. If he just stayed out of the maze, if he just didn't run in, maybe things would be alright. But a part of him, the one that gnawed at the back of his head, was telling him that his life was never that simple. One way or another he would have to enter the maze, something would happen to ensure it. And just as he was telling that doubt to be quiet he heard the scream over the air. Fleur was hurt, and it sounded bad.
Letting out a beastial roar, Harry launched himself into the hedges. His powerful form finally given a chance to run wild, after being caged for so long, he could now move beyond a small room. Finding Fleur was easy, her scent permeated the air, Harry wasn't sure if it was a perfume or something to do with her being a veela, but it was as if a map existed that pointed straight down the path to her.
He skidded to a halt to look down the row to see that Cedric was standing over Fleur's unmoving body. Harry was momentarily shocked to see that the honorable Hufflepuff had so swiftly turned on his friends, but it was when he got a better look at Cedric he saw it. Just like everyone else in his defense against the dark arts class had looked when Mad-Eye was teaching the unforgivables, that glassy, vacant stare of someone under the effects of the imperius. Someone was controlling Cedric.
Harry also had learned that a strong blow would be sufficient to break the hold, but he would have to get close to do so. He only hoped that whoever was controlling Cedric had poor aim and worse reflexes as with a burst of speed he body checked Cedric, sending him rolling along the grass.
Footsteps behind him set him on alert and with a snarl he turned to face who or whatever was approaching him only to see Viktor's face lit up by his wand. "Potter, what did you do?"
Harry couldn't talk, but that didn't stop him from trying to convey what had happened. Pointing to Fleur he mimed a scream, then he wiggled two fingers to signify running, then he pointed towards Cedric and at his eye, then walked like a shambling zombie which was more difficult than you'd think for a werewolf. And finally he slammed his paw down on the other.
Viktor hummed thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "I didn't understand any of that."
Letting out a sigh, Harry opened his mouth to bark when his ears began to twitch, he could hear something but not make out what it was.
Outside the maze, Tonks had wanted to talk with her old trainer to check what measures he was taking to ensure more safety than what the ministry had provided when she saw him cast a spell at the hedges. But when nothing happened she crept closer because clearly he was casting on a target inside that he could see with his magical eye. Meaning the spell just needed a visual target, not an unblocked one.
As she listened in, she could hear him speaking. "Hit her, make her scream or the boy won't go in."
Tonks had no idea what the hell Moody was saying or what it could be referring to when she heard over the hedges Fleur scream out in pain, that was immediately followed by Harry roaring and crashing his way in. This sent off a mental red flag because things weren't adding up. Harry had told her that Mad-Eye was loony, always calling her lad or his lack of hesitance when harshly dealing with students. Now seemingly he was involved in something that hurt another champion, just to ensure Harry participated. So she knew she had to figure out what was going on, Harry's past experience with defense teachers all but ensured that Moody was doing something weird.
"Sir," Tonks saluted. "The perimeter was secured and it's all clear."
"Good on you miss," Mad-Eye grumbled before his enchanted eye swiveled to her. He had a moment to erect a shield as Tonks' stunner washed over it.
"Who the hell are you?" Tonks demanded to know as she kept flinging spells to keep whoever this imposter was on the defensive. Which served a great purpose to draw attention to them. Normally the sight of someone attacking a professor would get everyone into action to stop them, but with Tonks things weren't that simple.
"Padfoot, this isn't Mad-Eye," Tonks shrieked before deflecting a blasting curse skyward. "He's after Harry."
This was enough for Sirius to leap over the railing to join in attacking whoever the person that looked like Mad-Eye was. Unfortunately the two of them still weren't enough to overwhelm the man, but it did buy time for Minerva to transfigure the ground into quicksand which captured the wizard. This amount of commotion was the center of attention for the audience, as Tonks was stripping the man of his belongings. "Potion in the flask," she sniffed. "Professor Snape, can you identify it?"
She had her suspicions, but as the real Mad-Eye would say, when you have a resource, use it. And a potions master would be guaranteed to know the exact potion even if steps were taken to mask it. "Polyjuice, he used cloves to cover the smell," Severus answered. "That's where my supply had been going."
"Then the real Alastor must be somewhere nearby," Albus deduced. "We'll need to have an extensive search to find him."
"If we use the Marauder's map we can check the castle from here," Sirius suggested. "It's with Harry's stuff, someone just needs to go and get it."
"I can get it Sirius," Ron offered as he along with some others had come down when the commotion began.
"You do that, we need to put a stop to this task, something's not right Headmaster," Tonks warned the crowd. "He wanted Harry in the maze."
"He should be able to hear us if we shout," Sirius said before cupping his hands. "Harry, you need to get out of the maze, right now."
Waving his wand over the plants Albus turned to the assembled group. "I fear that will not work, something has been done to the plants, not a spell but woven into them when planted that is preventing sound from penetrating inside."
"Someone would have to go in to get them out then?" Minerva asked.
Albus nodded. "They would only need to send up sparks so we would know where to find them, blindly searching would only waste time."
A moment later a shower of sparks went up into the air. "Go now," Albus instructed as Severus, Minerva and Sirius ran into the hedges.
What they arrived upon was Viktor sitting on the ground next to Fleur and Cedric. "Am I glad you are here."
"What happened?" Minerva asked while Severus checked on the other champions while Sirius stood guard.
"Don't know," Viktor shrugged. "Found Fleur down, Harry standing over Cedric, he tried to tell me something, but then he heard something, something was in the maze with us. Maybe someone, but he looked mad. He pointed at them and then me, which I understood that at least."
"So he's in here with some person?" Sirius gasped while looking around for the best path to run off in. He shifted to his dog form and started to sniff around before his head perked up. Changing back he stuck his finger in his ear. "Minerva, change, I'm hearing something as Padfoot."
Minerva looked around and shrank down to become a cat, and looked around the area for a moment before her ears twitched the same way that Sirius' had. Once she was a human again, Minerva drew her wand. "There's definitely a sound, one only heard outside human range. Something that Mr. Potter would easily be able to hear while no one else could."
"What is it you are hearing?" Severus questioned because he was not an animagus and couldn't hear what the sound was unless he used a spell to do so, and unfortunately hearing in the ultrasonic range was a charm he never bothered to learn before.
Sirius scratched his head. "It sounds like hissing?"
"Parseltongue!" Severus realized immediately why a hissing in that range would draw Harry's attention. "That's what this was all about, why my dark mark has been more solid this year"
"He's coming back and needs Harry for some reason," Minerva gasped as she caught onto what was concerning Severus, only one other person she knew of could speak to snakes and Harry knew the man well.
"Severus, get these champions out of the maze, Minerva we can follow the sound, maybe find Harry before he trips the trap," Sirius shouted as he leapt into Padfoot and raced down the path he heard before.
"If He is back then I don't think we'll be enough, you must alert the Headmaster in case we do not return," Minerva explained to Severus before following Sirius into the dark.
Harry had been following the voice, the one from his dreams, the voice that belonged to Voldemort. No one else could speak the language of snakes that he knew of. And the closer he got the clearer the message, that he was to finish this tonight.
And how he wanted to do that, to rip the throat out of the dark lord for all the pain and suffering he caused in his life. Harry's breathing got more rapid as he pictured the life that was stolen from him. Growing up in a home with his loving mother and father, spending time with Sirius and Remus and even maybe Peter had he not turned traitor. No needing to fight to survive every year at Hogwarts. Maybe he wouldn't even be a werewolf. He was so angry and frustrated that anything that got in his way was torn apart, only the sphinx had been smart enough to move out of the path, unlike the acromantula. Until he saw the source of the voices, the trophy sitting on the pedestal.
It was calling to him, telling him to take the cup. Reaching out Harry grabbed the shining award in his paws only to feel himself sucked inward as the portkey activated.