Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.4
Pairings: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, CharliexBlaise,ViktorxHermione, future BillxFleur. Future Stalker Ginny! Seamus and Colin *hides*
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them.

Chapter 25- Slytherin and Gryffindor United

Sure enough, when they entered the Great Hall it exploded with cheers and yells again. There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on the two tables. The room was decorated only in Slytherin and Gryffindor colours. Lee Jordan had let off some Filibuster's Fireworks as soon as Harry and Draco entered so that the air was thick with stars and sparks. Dean Thomas, who was very good at drawing, had put up some impressive new banners, most of which depicted Harry and Benia versus the Hungarian Horntail, though a couple showed Cedric with his head on fire. Which Harry wasn't so amused at but some Gryffindors still held the defeat by Hufflepuff against Cedric.

Harry helped himself to food; he had almost forgotten what it was like to feel properly hungry, and sat down with Draco, Fred and George. He couldn't believe how happy he felt, he'd gotten through the first task, and he wouldn't have to face the second one for three months.

"Blimey, this is heavy," Lee Jordan said, picking up the golden egg, which Harry had left on the table beside him, and weighing it in his hands. "Open it, Harry, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!"

"He's supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione said swiftly. "It's in the tournament rules…"

"I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own too without knowing what it was," Harry muttered.

"Yeah, go on, Harry, open it!" several people echoed.

Lee passed Harry the egg, and Harry dug his fingernails into the groove that ran all the way around it and pried it open.

It was hollow and completely empty but the moment Harry opened it, the most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room.

Blaisé curled in on himself yelling, "Close it!" he was suspicious that horrible noise was Mermish…what else could nearly deafen a Veela?

Charlie winced at the noise rubbing Blaisé's back.

"Shut it!" Fred bellowed, his hands over his ears.

"What was that?" Seamus Finnigan said staring at the egg as Harry slammed it shut again.

"Sounded like a banshee." was Gregory Goyle's interpretation.

"Maybe you've got to get past one of those next, Harry!" Vincent Crabbe's comment.

"It was someone being tortured!" said Neville, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the floor. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal," said George.

"Yeah, they wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions." Fred chuckled.

"Here and I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing." Charlie teased.

"You're funny Charlie." George laughed.

"Maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry."

"Want a jam tart, Adrian?" said Fred trying to change the subject.

Adrian looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering him.

George grinned. "Captain to captain, I promise they're all right,"

Fred said. "I haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch."

Neville, who had just bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out.

Fred laughed. "Just my little joke, Neville."

Hermione took a jam tart. Then she said, "Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?"

"Yep," said Fred, grinning at her.

Fred put on a high-pitched squeak and imitated a house-elf so well, reminding Harry of Dobby. "'Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!'"

"Yep, they're dead helpful alright." George nodded,

"Would get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish." Fred smirked.

Just then, Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary.

"Oh - sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted over all the laughter. "I forgot it was the custard creams we hexed -"

Adrian smirked, the shy innocent Gryffindor made a cute canary.

The expression didn't go unnoticed by Draco.

Within a minute, however, Neville had molted, and once his feathers had fallen off, he reappeared looking entirely normal. He even joined in laughing despite his shyness.

"Canary Creams!" Fred shouted to the excitable crowd. "George and I invented them - seven Sickles each, a bargain!"

It was nearly one in the morning when Draco finally Levitated- he couldn't carry him right now, Harry to their rooms in the dungeons. Before he joined Harry in bed, he set his lover's tiny model of the Hungarian Horntail on the table next to their bed, where it yawned, curled up, and closed its eyes.

Exceeds Expectations? Outstanding? Troll? What do you think? I wanted the celebration to be cute...and to include as many of Harry's two houses as I could.