Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.4
Pairings: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, CharliexBlaise,ViktorxHermione, future BillxFleur. Stalker Ginny! SeamusxColin, AdrianxNeville*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.

Last chapter was dedicated to Suto-chan!

Chapter 48- Morning of the Third Task

June 24, 1995

Harry was exempt from the fourth year end-of-term tests as a Triwizard champion, but it didn't matter since he had been sitting for his O.W.L.S. with Draco, Hermione and Blaise as well as all of the fifth years.

Severus came walking alongside the Gryffindor table toward him. "Potter, the champions are congregating in the chamber off the Hall after breakfast," he said.

"But the task's not till tonight!" said Harry, accidentally spilling scrambled eggs down his front, afraid he had mistaken the time.

"I'm aware of that, Harry," he said his voice softening, cleaning Harry's robes with a nonverbal spell. "The champions' families are invited to watch the final task, you know. This is simply a chance for you to greet them." he moved away, he really should cut down on his magic since he was pregnant.

Harry gaped after him; his family was already here?

Harry finished his breakfast in the emptying Great Hall. He saw Fleur Delacour get up from the Ravenclaw table and join Cedric as he crossed to the side chamber and entered. Viktor walked over to the Gryffindor's table and offered Hermione his arm with a smile.

Harry made his way to the chamber confused; Draco and Blaise following him like shadows. Confused he walked across the Hall and opened the door into the chamber.

Cedric and his parents were just inside the door. Viktor was over in a corner, conversing with his father in slow Russian with Hermione still on his arm. Hermione was smiling as she talked to them with stammering words.

On the other side of the room, Fleur was jabbering away in French to her mother. There were a few girls in varying ages that looked related to Bill's wife. Bill stood beside her holding one of their babies- their eggs had hatched about two weeks ago, while she was obviously holding the other. She waved at Harry, who waved back, grinning. Fleur and Bill's babies were named Victoire Aimee and Louis Arnett; at least that's what the letter they'd owled said.

Then he saw Aunt Annie, Uncle Ted, Mr. Lucius and Ms. Cissy who was holding Draco's baby sister Carina standing in front of the fireplace, beaming at him. Remus was there too, so was Charlie and Mr. Weasley, they were holding Blaisé's babies Athena and Perseus. Percy was there too with Oliver with their baby who was just three weeks old, little Sean Andre.

Harry grinned hurrying up to them; he had the largest group of assembled family.

Remus held out his arms.

Harry scrambled into them and hugged him tightly, "Dad!"

"Surprise!" Aunt Annie said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them. "Thought we'd come and watch you, Harry." She bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

"Since I'm not a judge today I thought I'd come as Family." Lucius said, his arm around Narcissa's waist.

"You all right?" Ted asked grinning at Harry and shaking his hand, "'Dora wanted to come but she was called in by Scrimgour."

"There you are, are you?" As they passed, he looked around.

Everyone turned towards the voice.

Amos Diggory said, looking Harry up and down. "Bet you're not feeling quite as full of yourself now Cedric's caught you up on points, are you?"

"What?" Harry said.

"Ignore him," Cedric said in a low voice to Harry, frowning after his father. "He's been angry ever since Rita Skeeter's article about the Triwizard Tournament – you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts champion."

And implied he'd cheated, didn't it matter that Aunt Annie had filed a lawsuit against Skeeter and the Daily Prophet?

"Didn't bother to correct her, though, did he?" said Amos Diggory, loudly enough for the room to hear. "Still… you'll show him, Ced. Beaten him once before, haven't you?"

"You barmy old codger! I'll have you know I told that lying witch that I didn't enter the tournament and she insisted I tell her how I did it. The Minister for Magic and the Head of Magical Law Enforcement are satisfied that it was done by rogue dark wizards. I told her that I didn't care what my birth parents would think. That I had my family now; this is my family! We told her that I was one of four champions and that we should be considered equals. We refused to allow her to pose us so I appeared more important then the others. I never wanted to be a part of this fiasco. If I didn't know any better I'd say this whole Tournament was a plot by that manipulative coot Albus Dumbledore. I could have been killed three times since this thrice-cursed thing started. Unlike your son I didn't volunteer for this!"

Harry paused to take a breath, "That time he supposedly beat me there was a terrible storm and I was blow off my broom. Cedric tried to ask for a rematch but they'd won fair and square so Oliver said no. I don't care much if I win. A thousand Galleons is pocket change to me."

"Rita Skeeter goes out of her way to cause trouble, Diggory!" Andromeda said angrily. "I would have thought you'd know that, working at the Ministry!"

Mr. Diggory looked as though he was going to say something angry in retort, but his wife laid a hand on his arm, and he glared.

Cedric sighed, "Can we talk about something else?"

"How about our Bonding come Christmas?"

Cedric turned, "Cho." He kissed her cheek in greeting, "Just in time."

Harry turned his back on Mr. Diggory and made his way to Percy, "Percy can I hold Sean? He's gotten bigger."

They spent the afternoon laughing and fawning over the babies.

Harry wondering whether or not he would ever be able to have one of his own…

XoooooX

Everyone returned to the Great Hall for the evening feast.

Ludo Bagman and Amelia Bones had joined the staff table now. Bagman looked quite cheerful, but Amelia, who was sitting next to Madame Maxime, was carrying on a lively conversation with the woman.

There were more courses than usual, but Harry, who was starting to feel anxious, didn't eat much. As the enchanted ceiling overhead began to fade from blue to a dusky purple, McGonagall rose to her feet at the staff table, its occupants rising as well and silence fell.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes' time, I will be asking you to make your way down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now?"

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