A/N: Alright... I think I'm about a week and a few days late on this, or I could be wrong...
but I know I'm late.

Sorry, life kinda got in the way, but things should return to normal soon enough.

And... thanks to Rick, his flame has made me feel very warm and cozy.
But okay, let's continue.

Have a lot to cover, some action, the Yule Ball, and the First Task.
Gonna be a strain on my fingers.

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The Daiven Knight

-Rescues, Dances, and Dragons

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Harry groaned as he walked through the crowd. 'This sucks,' he thought to himself warily.

He was bruised and bleeding.

It didn't like being bruised, and he didn't like bleeding.

And he certainly didn't like an idiot to be the cause of his bleeding.

Amy smiled uncertainly. "Are you okay?" She asked, once again, uncertainly. Harry turned towards her
and growled. "Your dad," he said, growling, "owes me another shirt."

Amy blinked.

Harry turned around the the crowd that had formed. "ALL OF YOU GUYS ARE USELESS!" He shouted.

There was collective muttering and Harry left, Amy in a tow.

Next day...

Harry groaned as he slowly got up. Turning on his trance music, he slowly got up and started picking out his clothes for the day.
He smiled as he noticed the other boys in his dorm started to stir. He cleared his throat, "WAKE UP LADIES!"

He smirked and walked out of the room, turning off his alarm on the way.

As Harry sat down, Amy came hurtling down, eyes wide, and face pale.

"Harry! There's something wrong! My dad-"

"Well obviously there's something wrong, your dad's a cun-" McGonagall shadowed over them, nostrils flaring.

Harry smiled. McGonagall wrenched her lips apart slowly, and calmed herself down. "Mr. Potter, do you have a dance for the Yule Ball?"
Harry, still smiling, shook his head.

She frowned, "Mr. Potter, do realize that this is mandatory, do not embarass our school by you antics." She left.

Amy coughed impatiently. "Harry-" "Shut up," she stopepd, looking affronted. Harry smiled. "Will you go to the ball with me?"

Amy stared, "You? Dance? What the f-" Harry grabbed a syrup bottle and squirted the syrup in her mouth.

Choking, she swallowed and glared, which is the scene Ron and Hermione walked upon to. "Yeah, sure, whatever, but look at this."

Thrusting a letter at Harry's face, she waited impatiently for him to read it.

Amy,

Jack, Daniel, Bill and I are trapped in one of the Wyvern's caves.
It was a trick by Denovos, we got a lead on where a Demon Lord was.
What ever you do, DON'T LET HARRY SEE THIS! The Wyvern's are extremely powerful,
and Denovos is here. Harry won't stand a chance, and he's an idiot.
Let Dumbledore know, tell him to form the Order again. I know it seems soon, but
there is a chance we may not make it, and the Order is the next best thing to The White Cross, since none of us
can call on a demon or angelic power to help us.
We barely managed to get the phoenix here, but get us help.

And quick.

Thomas.

P.S. DON'T LET HARRY SEE THIS LETTER
P.S.S. I'M SERIOUS

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "You know that he specifically said don't let me see this, do you?

Amy flushed but stared at him, determination raging in her eyes. Harry groaned as the sword gave another whine.
Ron and Hermione looked in between them, confused. Harry sighed and got up, and jerked his head in a motion that clearly meant for
her to follow him.

Confused, she stood up and followed him to the Head Table.

"Dumbledore," he said calmly, "we need to go somewhere," he waited for Dumbledore impatiently.
He creased his eyebrows, "I'm sorry Harry but-" Harry finally exploded.

"GodDAMMIT! READ THIS!" Harry thrust the letter into Dumbledore's face.

Taking it, but giving Harry a reprimanding look, he read it, slowly paling. Standing up, he signaled for the teachers to follow him,
and giving Harry and Amy a nod to do the same.

They followed him up into his office, the teachers giving each other worried looks.
They expecially got worried when Harry took out guns and loaded them.

Dumbledore merely cocked an eyebrow.

Finally, they reached the office, and Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I fear that dark times are upon us. Even darker, then the times of Voldemort.
It is time, to call the old crowd." Pausing, he pulled out his wand and set a couple of quills to work on parchment.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "So," he said slowly, but was interrupted, as the letters finished and Fawkes gave a screeching cry, grabbed the letters, and disappeared in a flash of fire.

Harry coughed. "What are we going to-" Harry was again interrupted by the Weasley family, excluding children, excluding Bill and Charlie.
Sirius and another person followed.

Soon, the room was filled with people.

Very confused people.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

"People, dark times are upon us. I fear, we must once again, form the Order of The Phoenix."

Silence met this announcement. "Is Voldemort back?" One of the men called out from the back.

"No, but-" "Then why are we here?"

"Well-"

Soon, the room was filled with people shouting shut up at each other.

'Oh my god,' Harry thought to himself, 'I cannot believe I am about to work with these dumbasses.'

Drawing his gun, he fired it.

Silence instantly reigned across the room. Dumbledore rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Harry shrugged, "Hey, it works."

Sighing, Dumbledore continued.

"We, have been called upon to help an organization known as the White Cross-"

The same man from the back shouted something about it being a myth.

No one actually knew what he said, because the last five seconds were forgotten as Harry drew his sword and
held it up to the man's throat.

Seeing as he disappeared then reappeared, perfectly understandable.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "If I may continue?" Harry nodded.

Ten minutes later

Harry and Amy sighed, the room was once again arguing about how to proceed,
with Dumbledore looking over, looking exasperated.

Harry sighed and fired his gun off again.

"Alright," he said impatiently, "Here's the plan, I-" "Who the hell are you?" another man called out.

The Weasley family groaned.

Harry smiled grimly, "I am the Divided One, the Chosen One, the man, the dude, God!"

Harry smiled once more, "In other words, I am Harry fucking Potter."

Silence.

Harry smirked and was about to continue, but was interrupted again. "Prove it!"

Harry sighed and lifted up his hair, causing the others in the room to gasp.

Clearing his throat, he continued, "I will go to their location, you guys, will sit here, and argue like children,"
He smiled in satisfaction.

Amy glared at him, "I'm coming with you," "No," "He's my-" "And I'm supposed to protect you so" "I don't care,"

Harry groaned. "Fine, whatever, just... choose something from my trunk."
Dumbledore rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Amy smirked in satisfaction.

The others began to get loud again, various arguments of Harry being too young.

Break-------------------------

Harry walked silently towards the house, the others following him.

Others meaning Amy, Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus, Bill, Charlie, Mr. Weasley, McGonagall, and Snape.

In other words, nine people too many.

Harry had managed to pinpoint the location through the sword. As it turns out, the sword could track the other ones.
Unfortunately, the house had tons of wards, which explains the older people. They were also stuck in a tunnel,
not a cave, and Harry couldn't apparate all of them there.

Harry nodded towards Bill towards the wards. Bill nodded and started examining them. Harry groaned and
sat down. Amy did the same.

The adults, however, remained standing.

Bill stepped back, shaking his head.

"I managed to get rid of most of the wards, but there's three others that I just can't get through."

Harry groaned. The sword gave out another whine. Remus looked at him calculatingly.

"Harry, what's-" Harry interrupted him. "I don't know, don't care, but I know what it wants me to do."

Harry unsheathed his sword, and thinking slowly. Tried to get the sword to talk to him again.

'Hello? Helloooo'

Shut up...
'Finally, help me get rid of these wards,'
No
'Why the hell not?'
Cuz, I don't feel like it

Just kidding, fine, just, hold on.

The others waited patiently as Harry stood at the wards, eyes closed, appearing to be sleeping.

Snape finally gave up. "Potter-"

Harry's eyes burst open and glowed with immense power.
Through Harry's perspective, everything appeared normal, although he felt slightly bulkier.

To the others, he had gone through a transformation. In other words, he had gone into his Demonic form.

Growling, he saw red, and swung the sword.

The sword crackled against the wards, brilliant light flashing.

The wards slowly gave way, until the last ward stood in his way.
Growling, he searched his newly feral mind for an incantation, or a spell.

"Abyssus OFFENDO!" With that, a circle of red light circled around him.
His sword grew red, and suddenly, a plethora of fire came from the ground below and encircled his sword.

Growling, he once more striked the ward. It finally gave way with a thunderous roar.

Harry turned around, once again normal. "So," he smiled, menacingly, "let's go."

Amy walked fast to catch up. "What the hell was that?" she hissed.

Harry glanced at her. "That," he said slowly, "was me getting the job done." He smirked, "and your dad didn't want me to come."

Amy glared. "I didn't expect you to turn into some hellspawn-" Harry turned around. "Look, do you want my help or not? Because I am the Divided One, I can choose to go either way, and right now, you're really tempting me."

Amy squeeked, all rage forgotten. "Sorry," she mumbled. Harry sighed and apologized for his outburst.

The adults behind them raised an eyebrow. "Albus," McGonagall said slowly, "is it possible that Mr. Potter-" "I do not know, Minerva,
but let us hope."

Harry shook his head, the effects of the Demonic form still active.

They crawled down into a maze of tunnels, and Harry, tutting impatiently, encircled them in a dome of light.
Closing his eyes, he thought about where the other Knights were. Opening his eyes, he concentrated, and they disappeared with a pop.

Jack, Thomas, Bill, and Daniel groaned.

"Do you think he's-"

With a flash, Harry and his entourage appeared.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked a simple question, "Where are the Wyverns?"

Thomas and the others gaped at him.

He turned to Amy furiously, "I told you to-" she interrupted him.
"He was the only option dad, and if we hadn't, we wouldn't have made it through the wards."

Gaping, he paused for a few seconds, and gestured her to hug him.

Harry paused in his observance of the seen. Hackles raising, he turned around and gripped his sword in his hand.

The others, meaning the Knights and Amy, observed what he saw that they didn't.

A deep voice chuckled.

"So the family is finally reunited. How sweet...."

Harry growled, a mysterious rage taking over him.

A figure walked out from the walls, seemingly appearing from the shadows.

Behind him, he heard Thomas breathe out.

"Denovos..."

Harry growled impatiently. "What do you want?"

I would think that's obvious, he wants to kill you,

Harry groaned. 'Shut up'

The others tensed, Denovos chuckled.

"I won't bother you yet, little ones, that would be rude after having just bbeen reunited."
Still chuckling, he continued on. "I can't say the same for these guys though."

The ground parted and up from the flames that had risen up, demons began crawling through the ground.
Growling, they began to fight with the demons.

These weren't tall and strong demons, they won by overwhleming their opponents by sheer numbers.
They were scary and annoying though.

Harry, however, had other plans in mind.

Raising his hands, another hole parted in the floor. This time, his brand of demons emerged, along with a rift suddenly appearing,
as he raised his other hand, and summoned fairys, otherwise known as Illumitix, to the fray.

The demons and Fae on Harry's side reguarded the other cautiously. Turning to look back at their new summoner, he nodded.
The battle once again started, with hellfire and lights flashing.

Denovos blinked at these new developements.

The other Knights had been so shocked that they had almost dropped their weapons. They soon regained cognitive function and
returned to the battle.

Denovos turned around, but was knocked down by Harry's shoe.

Leaping up in a fury, he growled in a voice no longer human. "You DARE touch ME mortal? I am a Demon Lord, and you dare defile
such a title by laying your worthless hands on ME?!" Denovos raised his hands and sent a tidal wave of rocks towards Harry.

Harry growled and leaped to avoid the rocks. Sword in one hand, wand in the other, he charged Denovos.
Denovos did the same, drawing his own sword. The clashed, sparks flying and spells flying, Denovos was unable to get the upperhand.
He had the experiance, but the boy, he had something else.

Denovos studied the boys' eyes as they stood at a stand still.

'Strange, his eyes,' he though to himself, ' It's almost as if he's calling upon two elements at the same time, as if he's...'

Denovos narrowed his eyes, and channeled energy through his sword.

"Abyssus Genus Patentia!"

Harry's eyes flashed open and he was blown back as the tidal wave of energy blew across him.
Looking up, he glared at Denovos.

Denovos' breath hitched as he examined the boys eyes.

"Impossible," he breathed, "No one should be able to channel Heaven and Hell! Let alone both at the same time-"

Harry got up and rushed him again. Denovos barely managed to parry before Harry was once again on him.

"This kid," he growled as he was pushed back farther and farther.

"Abyssus Incendia!" Denovos called out.

His sword began glowing once more with power, but Harry caught it this time.

"Iratus Censura!" Harry's sword glowed with immense power. They pushed, neither one gaining the upper hand, until...

BOOM!

The clashing swords finally equaled out and sent the both of them sprawling.

Denovos stood up, lip bleeding. Harry mimiced his movement, spitting out blood.

"I underestimated you boy, it will not happen again," Denovos called out.

With that, he raised his hand and the demons returned to whence they came.

He disappeared in a burst of fire.

Harry turned around and saw the others staring at him. Raising his hand, the demons and Fae returned to their respective places.
Dumbledore and the teachers stared at him, none of them believing the scene they had just saw.

The Knights stared at him appraisingly, yet calculatingly.

Amy, however, looked awed, yet scared.

Harry paused. Finally, he settled on saying one thing. "Let's get the fuck outta here."

Break

Harry and Amy stood inside Dumbledore's office as he and the Knights discussed things with the Order.

"So," she said casually, "were you serious?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "About what?" Amy smiled, "The dance?" this time it was said uncertainly.

Harry smirked, "Sure, why the hell not." Amy smiled.

Break

Harry woke from his slumber as the flames in the Gryffindor common room roared to life.

Rubbing his eyes, he saw Sirius. "What the hell are you doing? You're a wanted fugitive!"
Sirius laughed. "Don't worry harry, your love for me makes me feel all warm and fuzzy-" Seeing the look
on Harry's face, he decide to hurry on.

"So," Sirius paused, "found a date to the Yule Ball yet?" Harry nodded.
Sirius gained a look of eagerness on his face. "So, who did you ask?"
Harry smiled, "I'm sorry, but you'll have to find out when you find out."
Sirius pouted.

Sirius paused, Harry coughed.

Sirius smiled, "You know I will find out right Harry?"
Harry laughed, "Good luck," Sirius gained a glint in his eye.

He cleared his throat. "I looked into Crouch Sr., Harry, and here's the thing,"

Sirius proceeded to explain what had happened. (A/N: You should know how the conversation goes about Crouch.)
Harry paused. "Sirius," he said slowly, "Is there any way that Moody isn't Moody?" Sirius frowned. "What, you mean kidnapped him?"
Harry nodded.

Sirius thought it over, "Possibly, but Dumbledore wouldn't hire him unless he was completely sure," Harry snorted.

Sirius shook his head. "I know you don't like him Harry but, oh never mind."

Sighing, he thought about the idea again. "Maybe, it's possible, but doubtful. Do you know the First Task yet?"

Harry nodded. Sirius eyes bugged out, "What? How!?"
Harry smirked, "Magic," he said, wiggling his fingers.

Sirius groaned. "You're frustrating," he said. Harry smirked.

Sirius' eyes suddenly grew wide. "It's HER isn't it?" Harry looked at him, confused.
Sirius shook his head. "AMY!"

Harry snorted, "No," Sirius grinned gleefully.
Harry paused, "Sirius, don't you go telling her father,"

Sirius grinned, "Why Harry, I would never,"

With that, Sirius' head vanished from the fireplace.

Harry groaned.

Break--------------

Harry sat down next to Ron and Hermione as he walked into Transfiguration.
Christmas was approaching, and it was approaching fast.

He never liked Christmas.

Much anyways.

Hogwarts was beautifully decorated, the only ones who didn't seem to appreciate it were the people from Beaubaxtons.

Harry snorted as he overheard Fleur Delacour complaining about the food.
He paused and smiled up at McGonagall as she arrived and closed the classroom door.

"Today, class, we will be working on...." Harry began to think about other things.

Soon, she had given them her instructions, with some of the students from Durmstrang and Beaubaxtons observing, including
Fleur and Krum.

This caused Ron to mess up horribly.

Harry, on the other hand, hadn't even attempted it yet, as he was listening to his MP3 Player.

They were to be charming rocks to turn into Christmas baubles, however, Ron only caused his to explode.

Hermione wasn't having much luck either.

Sighing, Harry put his head down when McGongall stood over him and whacked him sharply on the head.

"Mr. Potter, if you do not wish to participate-" he interrupted her by standing up, stretching, and waved his wand over the
rock.

With a flash of light, it transformed into a beautifully crafted bauble. It was reminiscent of a snitch.
It began to take flight, but Harry caught it.

McGonagall gaped.

Harry smiled.

A few days later...

Harry sighed as he stood at the bottom of the Gryffindor stairs.

He had dressed into a dress robe, and felt very uncomfortable, as he normally wore suits.
Not that he would complain, Felicia beat that lesson into him one too many times.

He looked up and his breath hitched as Amy came down the steps.

She smiled at him uncertainly. Harry smiled, "You look beautiful,"

She smiled and they waited for Ron.

Ron had successfully managed to find a date, but Lavender had seemed less then pleased.

Ron finally came down with Lavender in a tow.

"Hey have you seen Hermione? She still hasn't told me who she went with..."

Harry grinned, it was so obvious they had the hots for each other.

Harry and Amy walked down the hall to the Great Hall, turning quite a few heads along the way.

Or it could have been Ron's ridiculous dress robes.

Harry and Amy soon sat down and surprisingly enough, started making conversation.

"So Harry," Amy said as she accepted the offered cup of punch.

"What do you do for your hobbies?" Harry blinked, "Er, huh?"
Amy giggled. Harry grew increasingly aware of the heat under his collar.

"What do you do for a hobby?"

Blinking, he cleared hi head.

"Oh, I play music..." WIth that, they lasped into silence until Harry finally broke it.

"So what do you do?" Amy thought for a moment. "I'm not sure.."
"What do you mean you're not sure," Harry said, bemused.

Amy thought for a moment, "See, my dad's a Knight, so he's always a bit overprotective, which is why I normally don't get
to go out and do anything." Harry nodded acceptance.
Looking around, observed the dance floor.

"Do you want to dance?" Harry said sheepishly.
Amy smiled and nodded.

They got up and out onto the dance floor.

They passed Moody who offered him some advice about the First Task.

Harry politely declined.

He looked around and saw Dumbledore's shocked look.

Amy finally got around to asking him why he asked her.

They sat down and he paused for a few moments.

"I don't know," Harry admitted. Amy raised an eyebrow, "You don't know..." she said slowly.

Harry shook his head. She shook her head. Harry raised an eyebrow and she merely stayed silent.

Harry groaned. Amy looked at him questioningly.

"Sword," he grunted.

Amy nodded in acceptance. They finally managed to break the silence by the starting of another song, and they got up to dance.

As they danced, conversation returned, along with predictions about whether or not the wine was spiked.

They had sat down to eat however, when Hermione and Viktor sat across from them. They smiled, with Ron sitting on Harry's
other side.

All in all, the night passed without incidence. Except for the fact that they found out about Hagrid's condition, but otherwise, they had a good time.
Harry and Amy stayed outside, while Hermione and Ron went back in, arguing.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "It's so obvious they want each other," Amy giggled.

"You know Harry, I had a great time tonight," she said, as she leaned against him. Harry flushed and stared at a beatle for a few seconds.
His hair raised on the back of his neck but he paid no mind.

"Yeah, I had a great time too," Harry answered. Amy smiled.

"Think your dad would be mad?" Harry asked. Amy giggled again, "Maybe, I don't think he knows what to make of you."

Harry smirked, "I'm glad, I'm like Zorro," Amy giggled again and they leaned into each other.

As they stared into each others eyes, Harry could hear Thomas screaming at him in his head.

He stared deep into her blue eyes, and they leaned in further.

Their lips brushed and hesitating, Amy pulled him in.

They walked in comfortable silence towards Gryffindor tower, bidding each other goodnight, they went into their respective dorms.

Things were nice, until the next day.

Harry and Amy walked into the Hall and sat down across from Ron and Hermion, who seemed to be making very polite conversation.

Otherwise forced conversation.

The mail came however, along with the headlines.

Harry Potter Has A New Crush?

It seems that Harry Potter, a young, troubled boy of fourteen has finally found a flame.
Amy Darnell, the new transfer student, and admittedley one of the prettiest for her age.
Questions arrive, however, of how she manage to lure Harry into her grasp.
Better watch out Harry, you may have found someone-

Harry snorted and lit the paper on fire.

Hermione looked at him expectantly, while Amy gave him subtle nudges.
He in turn, discreetly gave her the, 'No, I'm not gonna talk to her about it,' glance.

He, Amy, and Ron had figured out codes to use whenenver Hermione wanted information
It worked, as long as they weren't the only ones in the room.

"Harry," Hermione finally said.

Harry looked up, "Yeeeeeeees?" he said, in a poor imitation of an Australian accent.

Amy giggled.

Hermione huffed. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Amy answered, "It didn't happen until last night Hermione, don't worry, there's nothing going on."

Harry raised an eyebrow, she gave him a 'shut up' glance.

Hermione accepted this and calmed down.
However, someone entirely unwelcome appeared

"Hey Potty!" The four of them groaned collectively.

Malfoy walked up to them, gays- er, groupies- ah, sorry, cronies in a tow.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron snarled.

Malfoy smirked, "Calm down Weasley, don't need to be jealous because of my utter perfection,"
Ron snorted.

Malfoy turned his attention back to Harry and Amy. "So you two lovers now? I suppose it fits, considering hwo you seem to like lowlife trash,"

Harry's eyes glinted. "Shut up Malfoy."

Malfoy smirked, "What Potter? Don't want them to know about.... Petersburg?

Harry's heart stopped for a second, and Malfoy gained a look of victory.

"So they don't know?"

Amy turned to Harry, "Harry, what's he talking about?"
Harry paid no attention.

"I swear to god Malfoy,"

Malfoy smirked again, "You'll do what potty? Are you going to get me killed?"

Harry growled, "Malfoy, don't speak of things you don't know about,"

Malfoys' smirk widened. "Oh I know all about it Potter, I just can't remember the poor girl's name. Didn't it start with an A?"

Harry's eyes grew positively feral. He was having a hard time containning his rage, which was only exacerbated by Hermione's concerned,
yet speculating look.

Malfoy continued, "Oh, I remember now, was it Amaros?"

Harry bristled, "You aren't fit to speak her name Malfoy, so shut, the fuck, up."

The teachers finally noticed something was wrong, and they got up, but unfortunately for Malfoy, he had already said her name.

"That's right, it was Amaris, wasn't it?"

With a roar, Harry got up and dove at Malfoy.

Malfoy fell to the ground with Harry on top of him. Harry stood up and lifted Malfoy off of the ground.

"I told you Malfoy, not to say her name, and you said it." Harry punched Malfoy in the stomach.
He gasped and coughed.

"My father-" Harry flicked him in the cornea.

"The next time Malfoy, I won't just hurt you, I will kill you," Harry whispered into his ear, and he threw him over the table.

He turned around to the teachers pointing their wands at him.

He let out a breath, "It's fine, Malfoy just made some stupid remarks,"

McGonagall's nostrils flared, "Nonetheless, Mr. Potter, attacking a student is serious buisness."
She paused, "Fifty points from Gryffindor, and a detention with me tomorrow night."
Harry nodded.

He sat down and groaned. Amy tapped him on the shoulder, "Harry?" she said, forced calm in her voice, "Who's Amaris?"

He groaned.

"I.... well.... she used to be a very good friend of mine."

Amy frowned, "Was she one of your friends back in the day?"
Harry looked up sharply, "How do you know?" Amy shrugged. "Dad," "Ah."

Hermione looked between them both. "Harry, you need to talk about this." Harry glared at her, "No, I don't."

Hermione gained her familiar air of self-righteousness. "You lived in an orphanage didn't you?"
Harry glared her. This was all the confirmation she needed.

"I knew it! Why else would there not be too much information about you? And why you came here now instead of first year?"

Harry growled, "Hermione, shut up."

She turned around, "No Harry, you need to let your feelings out, you need to talk about this." "No, I don't,"
Harry growled back, warning in his voice.

Hermione had a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

"Harry, did they not feed you enough? Were you treated well?"

Harry growled, "Enough, you don't need to know."
Hermione frowned, "Amy knows," "That's because of who she is."
Hermione snorted, "What your girlfriend?" That's hardly an excuse!"
Harry started drumming his hands on the table, Amy and Ron looked back and forth.
"Hermione," they both said, but she shushed them impatiently.

"Harry? Don't you see? You could write a book! You could give valuable information to people on how some orphanages are treating
the children! You could give interviews! You could talk about-"

Harry finally blew up.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT, UP!" Harry roared. Hermione looked as if she were about to protest, but a glare from Harry
silenced her.

"Do you really think I want to talk about this shit? It's in the past, it's over, so why the fuck are you bringing it up? Do you ever consider
anyone elses' feelings before you go on an information binge? What if it was a bad experience Hermione? What if I'm better off
not talking about it? Do you ever think about anything BESIDES your precious BOOKS!? All you want is knowledge of what happened?
Fine, here's what happened, you little know-it-all bitch. I got my best friend killed in that orphanage because of my stupidity, I was trying to save
her, and instead, I get her fucking KILLED! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!? HUH? ARE YOU?"

Harry's voice started to break towards the end, but do to the acoustics of the room, the echos of his shouts made his words unintelligible to
everyone but Amy, Hermione, and Ron.

Amy reached to Harry, but he drew back and disappeared.

Hermione sat there, shocked. Looking up, she saw Amy's face and tried to explain herself, but couldn't.

It could be because she couldn't find the words, or it could be because when she opened her mouth, Amy had slapped her.

What ever the reason, she closed her mouth and began to cry. Ron got up and said slowly, "Let's go find Harry,"

He and Amy walked out of the Great Hall.

Amy finally found him sitting on top of the astronomy tower.

"Hey!" she called out, waving her arms.

Harry jumped down and smiled. She gave him a hug.
She felt him stiffen, before cautiously drawing his arms up to return the action.

They broke apart, and they sat on the ledge.

"Harry," Amy said cautiously, "do you want to tell me what happened?"

Harry shrugged. They sat there for a few more minutes before Harry finally caved in and told the story of what happened months ago.

At the end of it all, they hugged, and they agreed they would never speak of it.
When asked what he was going to do to Hermione, he simply replied, "Nothing,"
Amy left it at that.

Next week

Harry laughed along with Amy and Ron as they talked about the upcoming task.
Harry felt ready, he had faced worse then a dragon.

He just hoped he wouldn't do anyhting stupid.

Hermione walked up to them, she opened her mouth, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes, but she broke off in a sob and
continued walking. Harry watched her dispassionately.

Ron watched her leaving with a slight touch of bitterness, and excused himself to the bathroom.

They turned around to walk towards the gates.

"Hey Harry," Amy said, "I've got a surprise for you," Harry turned towards her, "Oh really?" he said, grinning, "Does it involve dancing
and a pole?" Amy gasped and slapped him on the arm. "Harryyyy," she said beggingly.

Harry laughed, "Fine, what's the surprise."

Amy sighed, "I invited my family to come and... watch?" She said, bracning herself for the inevitable sardonic reply that she knew would come.

Harry stared at her. "Why would you do that? You know your father hates me right?" Amy sighed, "He doesn't hate you, he's a Christian."

Harry snorted, "Right, like I'm supposed to believe that just because he's a Christian."
Amy frowned, "What's wrong with being a Christian?" Harry snorted again. "I don't know, could be the hypocrisy, the judgementalness,
the judging others part, the belief that only they are right, the fact that they enslaved the blacks and the asians. Take your
pick."

Amy gaped, surprisingly enough she could find no argument.

Harry smirked and tousled her hair up. Amy grew red and started pushing him towards the location of the First Task.
They walked and talked as they reached the camp.

They viewed the dragons roaring up and reading their heads as the trainers struggled to calm them down.

"I just want you to know Harry," she said, swallowing, "good luck."
She leaned up and kissed him passionately.

"What the hell!?"

Harry and Amy broke apart to find Thomas and some other people behind him.
They too, looked just as shocked.

Amy looked between them, "Um, Harry, meet dad, my mom, my older brother David, my younger brother Bradley, and my younger sister
Linda. Guys, meet Harry."

Harry looked at her, "That's all you've got?" he hissed.
Thomas stared at them. "When did this happen?" he asked slowly.

Harry cleared his throat, "Yule Ball," he said.

Amy looked at her dad pleadingly. "Dad, please, he makes me happy, he's not a demon or anything."
Thomas held out his hand to stop her, rubbing his head, he examined Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Thomas threw his hands up in the air. "Fine, just don't hurt my daughter," he said, clearly defeated.

"Thomas!" the wife said, Thomas tried to placate her.

"I know Tina but..."

Harry took this moment to take Amy to the camp.

"Well Harry, good luck," Amy kissed him again and she smiled uncertainly.
Harry gave her an encouraging smile and walked into the camp.

He was immediately smothered by a man. "Harry! If you need any help at all-"

"No," Harry said. "Are-" "yes."

Harry walked away towards Cedric. "How are you feeling Cedric?" Harry said, examining the scene around them.

"Not too well," Cedric said, swallowing. Hary smiled, "Yeah I'm feeling great too," Cedric gaped at him.

Suddenly, they heard the speakers blare.

"Would all the Champions please come forward and select their dragon?"

Each of them went up.

Fleur got the Fireball, Krum, the Shortsnout, Cedric, the Viper.

Harry sighed and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail.

Oh joy.

END

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Well, that's it. Some action, some romance.

Things are being put into motion, and I'm starting to break away from the storyline more then I did.

Read and Review please?