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"Harry? Are you all right?" Hermione asks, noticing Harry's just pushing food around his plate instead of eating his breakfast. Harry, sighs, dropping his fork all together.

"Uncle Padfoot is missing. Uncle Moony thinks he must have gone after Wormtail."

"Right, coz that went so well for him last time," Ron remarks, Hermione shoots him a dirty look as Harry slumps further, "Erm, sorry Mate."

"Harry, I'm sure he will be fine." Harry picks up his fork and continues moving food around his plate just to be doing something.

"He's going to get himself thrown into Azkaban again, I'll have to go back to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and Uncle Moony won't be able to visit and he'll be homeless again and I won't be able to see Tonks anymore and I'll have lost my Uncle Padfoot all over again for the same bloody stupid decision he made once before!" Harry snaps, stabbing his plate with his fork so hard the plate breaks, "Um, oops." Ron reaches over and takes the fork off of him as the plate disappears and is replaced.

"Why don't you just eat some toast or something?"


Remus walks into his classroom, preparing the room, and his own mental state, to deal with the Weasley twins in his lesson. Only when he walks in he gasps. There's posters of the moon all over the classroom, on one big one covering the blackboard, words are written in red.

I know what you are

Remus backs out, slamming the door closed behind him and leaning against it.

"Professor?" Remus looks up to see one of his first-year students, he smiles kindly.

"Emily, would you mind going to find Professor McGonagall for me, please?" He asks calmly, Emily smiles and nods, running off.

Five minutes after Emily left, she and Minerva arrive back.

"Remus?"

"Thank you Emily."

"You're welcome, professor." The girl skips off down the corridor, then Remus opens the door. McGonagall gasps as she looks in.

"We've got to tell-"

"Albus has enough to deal with thanks to this tournament. I wouldn't have eve mentioned it at all if not for the silver cutlery in the middle of the Great Hall. Not to mention how open this is. Whoever is behind it clearly does not care if it is seen or not. Likely they're hoping it will be, tormenting me as we all wait for the moment it's found by someone else."

"Why would someone do that? Who would do it?" Remus frowns, surveying the room once more when he notices something. Underneath his desk, partially hidden by the table leg.

"I think this might just answer both questions," He replies as he grabs the object and holds it up to her. A potion's vial. Minerva's eyes widen.

"Severus?"


"Harry?" Harry looks up from his nest of books to see Hermione and Ron looking at him in concern.

"Yeah?"

"Whaaaaaat are you doing?"

"Research."

"Into what?"

"Professor Moody." Ron and Hermione exchange looks.

"…Why?"

"Something's off. I've met him before, when he was handling Uncle Padfoot's trial. Something's changed, something not good." Hermione frowns.

"Harry, do you think that maybe you are worrying about Padfoot and-"

"I'm not deflecting Mione. He's not who he appears to be. I'm sure of it." Ron frowns, Harry huffs, "It's a pretty particular kind of person who would do what he did in class. Did you see his face while he was performing the Cruciatus Curse on that spider? That was manic glee. The man I met would have taught us about the curses, maybe even performed them, but it would have been a warning, not a game." Ron looks pensive as he nods.

"Focus on the tournament, Harry. Hermione and I will look into this." Harry frowns at them.

"Promise to take it seriously?" Hermione grabs one of his hands.

"Only if you promise to make it through this alive." Harry smirks.

"With the way McGonagall's been hounding me, cornering me at random times to quiz me on strategy…if I don't make it out of this alive I think she'll bring me back just to insult me about it." Hermione chuckles and nods, tears in her eyes betraying her fear. Harry stands, pulling her into his arms, "Things will work out Hermione, they always do." Hermione takes a steady breath, remembering something her Dad used to say to her whenever she got too confident about being the smartest person in the room.

"Never count on always. Things change. Life is unpredictable. Don't assume you will win Harry, make sure you do."


Sirius blinks his eyes open, head pounding as he looks around. This isn't his house, hadn't he just been at home reading the Prophet.

Yes, there had been an article on Harry being a Triwizard Champion, Sirius had spat his tea in shock and had just been about to floo call Remus and yell at him for not coming to tell him when there had been a knock at the door.

Sirius had gone to answer it and…Wormtail.

Sirius glares as he looks around what he now recognises as some kind of cellar.

"Ah, you are awake," a voice says. Sirius looks over as a door opens. Peter walks in carrying what Sirius first thinks is a baby, only to be utteraly horrified when his eyes properly adjust to the light.

"Dear Merlin," He mutters.

"I apologise for the rough treatment. It should not be necessary on one of such pure descent. Alas, life is as unpredictable as ever." Sirius looks at Voldemort like he's insane, "I am sure you will be as relieved as I to know that your nephew made it through the first task unscathed."

"Why would you want Harry to survive?" Sirius asks, observing the mutilated creature with narrowed eyes.

"As with all things, Lord Black, it is part of my plan." Voldemort laughs briefly, "Wormtail will be caring for you, I do hope that will not be a problem? I thought you might appreciate a familiar face." With that, Peter carries him out.

"YOU CAN BOTH ROT IN HELL!" Sirius screams at them as the door closes with a clank behind them, "Dammit, DAMMIT!" Sirius gets up, pacing the cellar as he yanks on his hair. No one is going to know what happened, given his history they'll just assume he went after Peter the moment he was left alone. No one to warn them, no one to warn Harry. This is his job for Merlin's sake, he's supposed to protect him, how's he going to do that from in this blasted cellar?! Sirius takes a deep breath.

He'll find a way out.

He has to.