Disclaimer: I'm not smart enough to think of amazing plots like this. But I am however smart enough to create Hannah's perspective.

A/N: Okay, I wondered about this part since I started this story. And I'm still not sure I did it right but I'm gonna try. Oh and just something I forgot to say in the last chapter, music will be coming in a lot more from here on out. That's all. Hope you like!

"'Too late it's gone it won't come back.'" I quoted from the clue that the egg had given Harry. "Kinda morbid isn't it?" We were flipping through books to try to find some way Harry could breathe underwater for an hour. So far we hadn't found anything helpful.

"There has to be someway to do it!" Hermione said aggravated. "They wouldn't set an undoable task!"

"Yeah they would." Ron said. "Just go down to the lake, stick your head in and ask the merepeople to give back whatever they took, see if they chuck it out. Best you can do mate."

"Real helpful Ron." I said with a sigh. I slammed my book and leaned back in my chair, forgetting I was sitting sideways and fell off. I laid halfway on the floor, half on the chair giving up.

"I should have learned to be an Animagus like Sirius." Harry said putting his head down on whatever book he was looking through now.

"It takes years to become an Animagus Harry. Then you have to go register and…" Hermione started.

"I was joking Hermione." Harry said with a yawn.

"This is no use!" Hermione snapped, slamming her own book shut. "Who on Earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets?"

"I wouldn't mind." Said a voice. "It'd be a talking point wouldn't it." I sorta sat up to see who it was and saw the twins. I flopped back into my position that was actually really comfortable and sighed.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"We were looking for you four." George said. "McGonagall wants to see Hermione and Hannah."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"I dunno. She was looking a bit grim though." Fred replied.

"Oh, that's definatley something you tell someone right before they have to go talk to someone." I snapped sitting up in normal position.

"Well regardless, we're supposed to take you to her office." George said.

"Okay." Hermione said sounding a little nervous. "We'll meet you in the common room alright? Try to bring as many books as you can back." Harry and Ron nodded and Hermione, Fred, George and I left.

"What do you reckon she wants?" Fred asked.

"You two didn't get into trouble did you?" George teased.

"No. Well…maybe." I said with a grin. Hermione laughed a little.

"Typical you two. You really ought to follow our example." George said with a very Percy-esc manner.

"Oh because you two are such angel children right?" I replied.

"You would be surprised." Fred said.

"Oh I'm so sure." I laughed and saw him smile. I realized this was the first time that we had talked since the Yule Ball. That memory came back and I stopped smiling and kept walking. He must have remembered too because he didn't say anything for the rest of the time either. We reached McGonagall's office and knocked.

"Come in." Was the curt reply. We opened the door and walked in. "Ah, Miss. Granger, Miss. Potter. Please sit down. Thank you Mr. Weasley, Mr. Weasley." She said with a nod towards the door. Fred and George turned and left. The door shut with a small snap and Hermione and I faced McGonagall. I then noticed Dumbledore standing behind her and two other people in two of the four chairs provided. "Sit down, sit down." She urged again and we obeyed. She removed her spectacles and looked down at us, sending a small shiver down my spine. "I'm afraid I have some…well news." She said. I glanced around the room and saw Cho-Chang and a small very nervous looking girl.

"What? What happened?" Hermione asked nervously.

"As you know, the second task is tomorrow morning." We all nodded and she continued. "I'm sure you know from Harry, Miss. Granger and Miss. Potter, but for those of you who don't, the champions have to retrieve that which is most important to them." She paused again and we nodded once more. "You have been…identified as the champions most important…most valuable things…I suppose."

"What? What do you mean?" Cho asked.

"You will be held under the lake as the champions try to retrieve you. Miss. Granger, Mr. Krum will try to rescue you, Miss. Chang, Mr. Diggory, Miss. Delacour your sister and Miss. Potter I'm sure you can guess who your champion is." She said with a small smile.

"How are we supposed to, like stay alive for an hour underwater?" I asked.

"You will be put in a deep sleep that will numb you for an hour. You won't know that anything is going on around you."

"But what happens when the hour is up, if our champion doesn't get us?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing. You will be perfectly fine." She said. I glanced at Hermione and knew we were both thinking the same thing.

"Well Harry won't get that memo." I muttered and Hermione nodded.

"Alright." Dumbledore said clapping his hands. "I'm going to put you four in a sleep now. You will be, perfectly safe I promise." We all nodded and he turned to Fluer's sister, waving his wand over her head. She slumped down in her chair and he turned to Cho, then Hermione then me. "See you on the other side." He whispered with a sparkle in his eye. He waved his wand again and I was filled with an immense relaxation, and I was asleep.

My head emerged from the lake and I coughed up a mouthful of water. I turned to Harry, treading water and grinned. Then I saw Fleur's sister.

"Why'd you bring her?" I asked.

"Fleur never showed up and I couldn't just leave her." He said trying to stay afloat." I threw my arms around him best as I could and laughed.

"Harry you nimrod!" I laughed.

"What?" He asked alarmed untangling himself from me.

"She would have been fine!"

"But the clue…"

"Do you think Dumbledore would actually let us drown?" He shook his head sheepishly and I laughed again. "Come on." I took hold of the girls arm and we swam to shore. I saw Madam Maxine trying to restrain Fleur who was looking hysterical. Hermione, Cho and all the other champions and hostages were standing watching us. I saw Ron, Ginny, Fred and George standing not far behind all looking rather pale.

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Is she alive? Is she 'urt?" Fleur was demanding as she broke free from Madam Maxine's hold. I pushed Gabrielle up onto the shore and Fleur dragged her the rest of the way and brought her into a firm hug. I then pulled myself out of the lake and was immediately wrapped in a warm blanket by Madam Pomfrey.

"You alright?" She asked, looking me over.

"I'm fine." I said coughing. "Wet and cold but otherwise I'm fine." She gave me a thermos and I drank it. It was some sort of potion but it warmed me up instantly. I turned and saw Hermione rushing towards Harry and me.

"Harry! You did it!" Harry nodded proudly and she hugged him tightly. I glanced over to the waters edge and saw Dumbledore obviously conversing with a merperson. He apparently spoke mermish. He stood up and turned back to the rest of us.

"Judges conference if you please." He said and everyone flocked to him.

"You saved 'er," Fleur said to Harry breathlessly. "Even though she was not your 'ostage."

"Yeah." Harry said gruffly. Then Fleur swooped down and kissed him twice on each cheek. Then she turned to me.

"And you…you 'elped." She said. I nodded and she hugged me tightly. "Thank you." Then Ludo Bagman's voice echoed around us.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our decision. Merchieftainess Murcus has informed us of exactly what happened at the bottom of the lake. And so we have decided to award these out of fifty points to each of the champions." HE took a break and checked the sheet of parchment in his hand. "To Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated a excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award twenty-five points."

"I deserved zero." She said shaking her head.

"Cedric Diggory also used the Bubble-Head Charm, was the first to retrieve his hostage, though he returned one minute out of the time limit. We award him forty-seven points." There was a great cheer from the Hufflepuffs. "Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of Transfiguration, but it was effective and was second to return. We thus award him forty points." There was more applause from the stands and Karkaroff clapped the hardest.

"Finally Mr. Potter. Mr. Potter used gillyweed to great effect to save his sister. Though he was the last to return the Merchieftainess has informed us that he was the first to arrive to the hostages but because of his sheer determination to get everyone out safely he stayed behind." Hermione and I looked at Harry in exasperation.
"Most of the judges think this showed moral fiber and have decided to award him…forty five points." The stands erupted in cheers again and Hermione, Ron and I joined in.

"There you go Harry!" Ron said clapping him on the back. "You weren't being thick at all."

"You were showing moral fiber!" I said over the roar. Fleur was clapping hard too but Krum seemed annoyed and tried to get Hermione to talk to him.

"The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June." Bagman continued. "The champions will be notified one moth before hand of what will be coming. Thank you all for your support of the champions." Madam Pomfrey ushered us all back to the castle for a change into warm clothes. I glanced back at the thinning crowd and saw three heads of red hair watching. Two turned away but one kept watching. I saw that it was Fred and sort of waved but Madam Pomfrey ushered me on. I reached the main doors and took one look back. He was gone.

Be at stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade (past Dervish and Banges) at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked after reading the letter from Sirius. "He's back? Is he mental?"

"Well he's something." Ron said as we made our way down to the dungeons.

"I can't believe him. If he gets caught…." Harry said then just trailed off.

"Well he's made it this far right? And at least the place isn't swarming with dementors anymore." Hermione offered. We walked into the dungeons and I was torn. I wanted to see Sirius again but there was no way in hell that I wanted to see him if it risked him being thrown back in Azkaban. We passed a group of giggling Slytherins.

"You might find something to interest you in there Granger." Pansy said as she threw a copy of Witch Weekly at Hermione. She caught it in surprise just as Snape opened the classroom door and ushered us in. We sat in the back and waited for a moment to read whatever it was. Once Snape turned his back Hermione rifled through the pages and found what we wanted. There was a head shot of Harry in color and we read.

Harry Potter's Secret Heartache

A boy like no other perhaps---yet a boy suffering all the usual

pangs of adolescence, write Rita Skeeter. Deprived of love since the

tragic demise of his parents, fourteen-year old Harry Potter thought

he had found solace in his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born

Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering

yet another emotional blow in a life already littered with personal loss.

Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to have a

taste for famous wizards that Harry alone cannot satisfy. Since the arrival

at Hogwarts of Viktor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker and hero of last Quidditch

World Cup, Miss. Granger has been toying with both boys' affections.

Krum, who is openly smitten with the devious Miss. Granger, has already

invited her to visit him in Bulgaria over the summer holidays, and

insists that he has "never felt this way about any other girl."

How ever, it might not be Miss. Granger's doubtful natural

charms that have captured these unfortunate boys' interest.

"She's really, ugly" says Pansy Parkinson, a pretty

and vivacious fourth-year student, "but she'd be well making up

a Love Potion, she's quite brainy. I think that's how she's doing it."

Love Potions are, of course banned at Hogwarts

and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims.

In the meantime, Harry Potter's well-wishers must hope that,

next time, he will bestow his heart on a worthier candidate.

Hermione threw the magazine on the table, fuming. As the magazine fluttered to the table, a glance of a picture caught my eye. It was of a girl who looked just like me. But I only saw it for a second so I couldn't be absolutely positive. As we unpacked the ingredients for our potion Ron turned on Hermione.

"I told you!" He hissed. "I told you not to annoy Rita Skeeter! She's made you out to be some sort of---of scarlet woman!"

"Scarlet woman?" Hermione scoffed. Ron said something, his ears turning red but I didn't really catch it. My mind was still on the picture in the magazine. What if it was me? What was the article about? I hadn't done anything to Rita, why would she write something on boring old me? Just as I began to form all the worst ideas Hermione turned to me.

"How did she know?" She asked.

"What?" I asked, snapping out of my contemplation.

"How did Rita know Viktor asked me to come visit him?" She shook her head as if trying to clear her head. "It doesn't make sense. I mean, she wasn't even at the task!"

"Hermione, you are asking the wrong person." I said sighing, grinding my beetles like I was supposed to be doing.

"Fascinating though your social life undoubtley is, Miss. Granger, I must ask you not to discuss it in my class. Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape said from behind us. I rolled my eyes and admitted a slightly audible sigh. Snape glared at me then caught sight of the copy of Witch Weekly sitting on the table.

"Ah, reading magazines under the table as well?" He asked snatching it up. "Another ten points from Gryffindor." He flipped through it's contents and his eyes found the stupid article. "Oh but Potter must keep up with his press cuttings." He then proceeded to read the entire article aloud. I could feel the steam coming off of Harry in waves as he tried to keep his temper down. Hermione had turned a deep scarlet and even Ron seemed to be blushing. HE finally finished and sneered at the four of us.

"Well I better separate you three then. Weasley, stay there. Granger, by Miss. Parkinson, Potter by my desk. No Harry not Hannah. And Hannah, over by Mr. Malfoy." We all relocated trying our best not to make Snape take any other points from us today at least. As I tried to ignore Malfoy's taunts and jeering remarks, I found it harder to. I somehow managed to keep my head down the rest of the lesson and the week was done. All I had to do know was find a way to smuggle extra food to Sirius tomorrow.

"Hannah come on!" Hermione said over her shoulder. "We're going to be late." The sun had finally peeked out from behind it's shield and it was warm enough for us to not wear our coats. I had stopped at the small book store to grab a Witch Weekly. Since Potions yesterday I had been going crazy to figure out about the picture.

"I'll meet you there." I said waving my hand at her. "I'm fast, I'll catch up." She sighed but ran to catch Harry and Ron. I slipped to the back of the store, grabbed a copy, paid and was gone. I saw the three of them and Sirius, in his dog form of course, heading up the road. I shoved the magazine in my bag and ran to catch up with them. I was still a ways off when they started to climb up a mountain covered in boulders. I groaned and glanced at my shoes. The one day I decide to wear heeled boot I have to climb a mountain. It took me twice as long to reach the cave were the rest of them were sitting. As I reached the mouth of it I lost my footing and slipped, sending rocks crashing down. Harry poked his head out and helped me up. I sat down and took off my boots, rubbing my sore and now blistered feet. There was a small pop and Sirius turned back into himself.

"Hannah!" He said with a grin. "You gave us quite a start." He must have changed back into the dog when he heard me.

"Yeah well," I said holding up my boots. "The price I pay to appear taller." He grinned at me then turned to Ron.

"She's got the measure of Crouch better than you have." He said shaking his head. "If you want to know what a mans like, take a look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

"So because he sends his house elf to save him a seat and doesn't show, that means he's a bad person?" Ron asked.

"Not necessarily. But it gives us reason not to fully trust him." Sirius ran a hand over his face thinking. "But all these absences of his, like the World Cup. And then he tries so hard to restart the Triwizard Tournament but never shows. I'll bet he's never taken a sick day before or I'll eat Buckbeak."

"So you know Crouch then?" Harry asked. Sirius' eyes darkened and he looked every bit as frightening as the first night we'd seen him.

"Oh I know Crouch. He was the one who sent me to Azkaban without a trial."

"What?" Ron, Hermione and I asked together.

"You're kidding me." Harry said.

"Can you even do that?" I asked. "I mean, it seems really like, going against every justice system ever."

"I'm not kidding. At the time it didn't matter much. With Voldemort gone, they were getting Death Eaters by the buckets." Sirius said taking another bite of chicken. "Crouch used to be the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Didn't you know that?" We shook our heads and he went on. "He was tipped to become the next Minister Barty was. He was always power hungry. But never a Voldemort supporter. He was always very out spoken against the Dark Side. But then again…no you wouldn't understand, you're too young."

"That's what my dad said." Ron said irritated. "Try us."

"Okay, I'll try you." Sirius said with a laugh. "Imagine that Voldemort is powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't who's working for him and who isn't. You know he can control people so they do awful things without choice. You're terrified for those you care about. More news comes of death and torture. The ministry is in disarray, they don't know what to do, what to tell the Muggles who are dyeing too." Sirius paused and looked at us to make sure we followed him.

"Crouch's intentions might have been good at first, I don't know. But he rose quickly through the Ministry and started imposing harsh measures against Voldemort's supporters. Aurors could kill rather than capture. He had plenty of supporters who backed him but some of us thought he was crazy." Sirius finished pacing and flopped back down by a loaf of bread. "But then something unfortunate for old Barty happened. His son was caught with a bunch of Death Eaters."

"Get out!" I exclaimed.

"His own son?" Hermione asked.

"Yep." Sirius replied. "They led him right past my cell when they brought him in. He went quiet pretty quick though. They all go quiet except when the shriek in their sleep." Sirius' eyes dulled for a moment as if he were back in that wretched place and I found myself reaching out to touch his shoulder, making sure he was still here. He jerked a little but then relaxed.

"So he's still in Azkaban?" Harry asked.

"No. He died a year later."

"He…Died?" Hermione asked.

"Yep. And not long after I heard that his wife died. So Crouch lost it all in the end." It was quiet for a second as the words sunk in.

"So that's why he got freaked out when Karkaroff showed up right?" I asked. "I mean, he was an old Death Eater. And come to think of it, Snape didn't look too happy either."

"Snape's probably scared that Karkroff's gonna rat him out to the rest of them." Ron snapped.

"Dumbledore trust's Snape." Hermione pointed out. Ron just rolled his eyes.

"Then why does Moody want to get into Snape's office so bad?" Ron asked.

"It wouldn't surprise me if Mad-Eye has searched everyone of the teacher's offices. He's a little neurotic." Sirius said.

"What time is it?" I asked suddenly.

"Half past three." Hermione answered.

"We'd better go." I said standing up and dusting off. "It was great to see you again Sirius." I said with a smile.

"Likewise my dear." He replied with one of his rare smiles. Then he turned to Harry. "I don't want you risking anything to see me. Just send me notes here and keep me updated. I don't want anyone to have a chance of attacking you."

"No one's tried to attack me yet except a dragon and a couple of grindylows." Harry replied. But Sirius scowled.

"I'm serious Harry…"

"Duh, that's your name dude." I said. He scowled at me this time.

"I'll breath freely again when this tournament is over. And among yourselves, call me Snuffles okay?" We all nodded and walked down to the village with Sirius at our heels as a dog.

Another Potter Heartbreak

Hannah Potter, the lonely sister, isn't as lonely as one might think.

While Harry is the one basking in the limelight, Hannah strives for a different

kind of attention. The kind teenage girls often want. The attention of a boy.

Lee Jordan, Hannah's escort to the legendary Yule Ball, was shunted

aside, as a new face captured her heart. But is it really all that new?

Fred Weasley is in fact and old friend of both Hannah and Harry. One of

the older brothers of good friend Ron Weasley, Fred has been around a while.

My sources inform me that not even two dances into the ball, Hannah

left Lee for Fred. Though she might have been happy for awhile, it

didn't last. The last dance of the night was shared between the two old 'friends'

but Fred left without a word after it, much to Hannah's heart ache. My sources

say she stood on the dance floor with tears falling. Was Fred simply using Hannah?

Do we have another Granger in the love life of the Potters? Or was it simple happen stance that led these two together?

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" I said as I read the article. This could not be happening! The article was just like Harry's but shorter, complete with a shot of me laughing at something. I realized that it was from the Yule Ball and my insides clenched even more. "Damn you Rita Skeeter!" I muttered as I packed up my things and headed to the common room. Harry, Ron and Hermione had gone down to the kitchen to give Dobby some socks Harry had got him and maybe talk to Crouch's old elf, Winky. I entered the room still simmering about the article and saw Ron, Hermione and Harry sitting in our usual spots. I joined them, flopping onto the couch next to Ron.

"Hey." I said trying not to sound as pissed as I felt.

"Hey." Hermione said. "Listen, we got to talk to Winky and it was strange." She said. I nodded and she continued. "She said that her master must be needing her and then she said something about his greatest secret."

"And then Hermione made them mad by bringing up spew." Ron snapped.

"It's not spew! It's…"

"S.P.E.W." We all said at once, Ron and Harry laughing. Hermione ignored them and turned to me.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I dunno Hermione." I said running a hand through my hair. "She seems to think that Crouch needs her and he has a secret. That's not a lot to go on." I didn't mean to but I snapped at her a little.

"Someone's touchy." A voice behind me said. I didn't even need to look to know it was George I had heard his voice so much. That and they were the only other people in the room.

"I am not." I snarled.

"Oh yeah definatley not." Fred said as they both came around to face us. I rolled my eyes and just tried to ignore them. "What's got your wand in a knot?"

"Nosy friends like you!"

"Oh come now." George said. "We're not that bad."

"Yeah, you are." I stood up and started to walk away but as I tried, Fred grabbed my bag and took it. It opened and my books and the Witch Weekly magazine fell out. It was marked to the page of the article and Fred grabbed it.

"What's this?" He asked looking at it.

"Nothing! Give it back." I said trying to grab it. But being five three while he was at least five six was not going to work. He held it out of my reach and began to read aloud.

"Another Potter Heartbreak. Oh, nice title. Catchy. I like the picture too." He said smirking. "'Hannah Potter, the lonely sister, isn't as lonely as one might think. While Harry is the one basking in the limelight, Hannah strives for a different kind of attention. The kind teenage girls often want. The attention of a boy." Fred stopped and raised his eyebrows. "Lee Jordan, Hannah's escort to the legendary Yule Ball, was shunted aside…."

"Oh, nice word choice." George said.

"Let me finish George." Fred snapped. "…was shunted aside as a new face captured her heart. But is it really all that new? Fred Weasley is in fact…." His eyes widened as he trailed off.

"What? What is it?" George demanded. When Fred didn't answer George grabbed it and read it aloud again much to Fred's protest. "Fred Weasley is in fact and old friend of both Hannah and Harry. One of the older brothers of good friend Ron Weasley, Fred has been around a while. My sources inform me that not even two dances into the ball, Hannah left Lee for Fred. Though she might have been happy for awhile, it didn't last. The last dance of the night was shared between the two old 'friends' but Fred left without a word after it, much to Hannah's heart ache. My sources say she stood on the dance floor with tears falling. Was Fred simply using Hannah? Do we have another Granger in the love life of the Potters? Or was it simple happen stance that led these two together?" George finished and grinned at Fred and I as we both turned red. "How sweet you two!"
"George give them a break." Hermione said but she was smiling too. I hated her. Ron and Harry were rolling on the floor laughing. I grabbed my bag and took off up the stairs. I heard them calling me but I couldn't face them now. I was on the verge of tears and they were not, NOT seeing me cry about this. Not this.

A/N: I am sooooooo mean! Haha! Thank you Kate for helping me with this. And hope the rest of you liked! Leave a review if you please!