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The day of the tournament it was easy to spot the tension between the 6th and 7th years. It was with a sigh of relief when breakfast was over and it was time for the stage to be set.

Harry was standing in the back with Hermione as they waited for the great hall to be changed. The younger students were unfortunately in class. They would only be able to see the finals, which would take place in front of everyone.

Hermione bit her lip, "are you nervous?"

Harry blinked and then shook his head, "nah. This should be a piece of cake."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "you seem pretty sure of yourself?"

Harry smirked and crossed his arms, "I've been practicing. You never know what I might pull out of my hat."

He glanced over in Matthew's direction. Matthew was standing with Ron and Neville, with the former having a menacing frown on his face.

Hermione followed his gaze and rolled her eyes, "one day, his face is going to get stuck that way."

Harry snorted. "That would be something to see." He grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her over to the Slytherin corner. Draco said nothing but merely crossed his arms and gave Harry a disapproving glance. Daphne Greengrass raised her eyebrow, "well, if it isn't Evans and Granger. Why would you bring such a lion over to our corner?"

Harry smirked and leaned down, "well Mrs. Greengrass…maybe you should be the one that's worried. Lions are known to bite."

Daphne grinned and licked her lips as she gazed up at Harry. "True…but then again…perhaps you're the one that needs to be watched."

Unknown to the two of them, they were leaning in rather close. Harry yelped as someone yanked him back and he turned to see Draco glaring at him. He held up his hands, "easy Malfoy. It was just a little fun."

Draco did not seem amused. He let go of Harry and crossed his arms, looking away in a rather cute way. Harry was about to comment on it when the doors opened and they were let back into the great hall.

They filed into the great hall and were sat according to their houses which meant that Hermione had to go back and sit with the Gryffindors. Professor Ryans stood on the platform that had been erected in the middle of the room with a basket in his hands. "I'm going to hand this around and you will each pull one number. When that number is called you will come to the platform and this stage of the duel will be the last one that is standing is the winner."

He handed over the basket to Susan Bones, who took the first number. When it finally got around to Harry, he pulled number 8. That meant he was going in the last group. He looked over at Draco's to see that he had pulled the number 6. Good. At least he wouldn't have to duel Malfoy today. Professor Ryans called the first group and Harry decided that this was a good time to take a nap.

"Evans!"

He jerked awake and rubbed his eyes. "What? Is it my turn?"

Daphne rolled her eyes, "get out there."

Harry winked but made his way to the platform. In his group, he could see that he was with Terry Boot and Padma Patil from Ravenclaw, Hannah Abbot and Justin Flinch-Fletchly from Hufflepuff and then Ron Weasley from Gryffindor.

Harry closed his eyes. From the way that Ron was shooting daggers at him, he knew that Ron would most likely attack him first. In the minutes before Professor Ryans started the match, Harry took the time to size up the others. The two from Hufflepuff would be easy to get rid of first while the two from Ravenclaw would perhaps need a little more care.

Professor Ryans held up his wand, "on my mark…1…2…3…" he shot off red sparks that started the match.

Harry instantly rolled out of the way of an incoming spell. He raised his wand and yelled, "flipendo tria!" A small tornado burst from his wand and headed towards the two Hufflepuffs. Harry inwardly smirked as they were blasted off the platform and without looking cast a shield charm, just in time as Ron shot off another spell.

Ignoring Ron's look of utter anger, Harry turned his attention to the two Ravenclaws. He pointed his wand at the floor, "incendio tria," and flames burst from the ground and Harry pushed his wall of fire towards the Ravenclaws. Terry Boot tried to put out the fire but Harry brought his wand up and yelled, "fumos." Black smoke began to fill the platform causing the Ravenclaws to cover their mouths. Unable to fight the fire, the two were pushed out of the ring as well.

That left only Ron. Harry turned to Ron and pointed his wand directly at Ron, "ventus." A gush of wind sprang from his wand and Ron struggled to keep his ground. Ron growled and tried to get a spell out but Harry once more was faster, "silencio." Without being able to speak Ron was unable to say anything.

Harry grinned in triumph. "Expellarmus!" Ron's wand came soaring into his hands, signaling the end of the match.

"Finte Incantatem."

The spells Harry had cast blew out and Professor Ryans walked onto the platform. "Well Mr. Evans…that was quite impressive."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "it was nothing."

Professor Ryans eyebrow rose into his hairline but to Harry's relief didn't say anything more. Instead, he turned to the students, "the results are as follows," he waved his wand and Harry glanced over to see how the rest of the tournament would play out.

Match 1:

Daphne Greengrass vs. Matthew Potter

Match 2:

Hermione Granger vs. Theo Nott

Match 3:

Draco Malfoy vs. Ernie Macmillion

Match 4:

Jameson Evans vs. Andrew Knight

So, Harry was going last. That meant he could watch the other's fighting styles. Hermione came over and smiled, "way to go Jameson. Way to put Ron in his place."

Harry grinned, "it was the least I could do."

She laughed and grabbed his arm, "come on. I'm hungry. Let's go to the kitchens."

Harry bowed, "your wish is my command, Lady."

Harry placed her arm in his elbow and they left for the kitchen's. After a nice snack of Harry's favorite treacle tart, the two spent the rest of the day studying in the library.

The next day were the quarterfinals. Out of the eight finalists, four were from Slytherin while two were from Gryffindor and one from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff respectively, and out of those eight only two were sixth years. The rest of the sixth and seventh years were gathered around the platform so that they were able to watch.

The platform was the same as it was yesterday and Harry sighed in resignation, "at least try to go easy on him."

Daphne smirked and crossed her arms, "I think not Evans. Potter needs a little taste of what a snake can do."

They'd been having this argument since breakfast and the others who were forced to listen to it were rolling their eyes. Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder, "it should be fine Jameson. Matthew can take care of himself."

Harry pursed his lips, "maybe, but she is a Slytherin and a Slytherin will always have tricks up their sleeves."

Theo closed his eyes, "one would you think that you actually care for the rash Gryffindor."

That shut Harry up as it was hitting a little to close to home. He turned to Hermione, "what happened last night in the dorms?"

Hermione frowned as she recalled what had taken place once she had returned to the dorms.

"Hermione. What do you think you are doing hanging out with that snake?" Ron demanded at her.

Hermione crossed her arms and glanced down at Ron, "I told you. He's my friend, and I thought I told you not to talk to me anymore."

Ron sputtered in anger. "We've been friends for years and you would throw it all away?"

Matthew held up his hands, trying to calm down the both of them. "Ron…Hermione is free to be friends with whoever she wants. We've told you, Jameson isn't a bad person."

By now a crowd had gathered and almost every Gryffindor was looking at Hermione in anger. "No. Ron is right." This came from the crowd. "If she's so keen on hanging with snakes, then she can just go and be one."

Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Did you just…tell me to leave?"

"Traitor! You're a traitor to Lion's everywhere."

Hermione was fuming. "Fine," she said icily. She grabbed her book bag and stormed out of the common room. "I won't forget this."

Harry winced in symphony. It had never gotten that bad in his old world, but to imagine what Hermione had gone through was though. He placed an arm on her shoulder, "well, I'm always here for you."

Hermione gave him a sad smile, "thanks Jameson."

Harry was saved from replying as Professor Ryans called Daphne and Matthew to the platform. They bowed to each other and once Professor Ryans called start, they were off. Harry was pleasantly surprised at how fast Matthew was moving, he probably should have paid more attention yesterday.

"Protego!" Matthew yelled and a blue shield became visible in front of him. He saw Daphne frown as her spell was rebounded back towards her. She jumped out of the way and Matthew took a chance, "confringo!"

He aimed it at her feet and she was able to move just in time. He smirked and cast a silent locking spell at her feet and grinned when she realized she couldn't move. He flicked his wand, "incarcerous," and ropes flew out of his wand and wrapped around Daphne. He kept smirking as he walked up to her and grabbed her wand out of her hands, to her shock and surprise.

"Matthew Potter wins." Professor Ryans yelled and with a wave of his hands Daphne was freed. She wasn't expecting the sudden release and fell to the ground. Matthew held out his hand, "that was a great fight."

Daphne eyed his hand suspiciously but took it anyway, "same. You really caught me unaware with that blasting curse."

Matthew winked, "well…I have to know a few secrets."

Then to everyone's shock, he took her hand and kissed it before bounding off the platform over to his friends. Harry coughed his laughter into his hands, Daphne was actually blushing. Harry smirked, "Greengrass…you might want to do something about that blush."

She glared at Harry and then stormed over to sit next to Blaise Zabini. She crossed her arms and turned away from Harry who was still smirking.

"Hermione Granger and Theo Nott."

Harry gave Hermione's hand a squeeze and wondered who would win out of the two. He turned to Draco, "who do you think will win?"

Draco smirked, "Theo…of course."

Harry crossed his arms and returned the smirk, "I bet on Hermione."

Draco slowly turned to face Harry, "well then…bet our usual?"

Despite not knowing what their usual was, Harry nodded in agreement. He had full confidence that Hermione would win anyway and sure enough, she did. Harry grinned over at Draco, "told you."

Draco frowned, "Theo just had a bad day."

Harry grinned and leaned in close, "but a deal is a deal."

Draco pushed him away, "fine. Meet me tonight at the black lake." Before Harry could reply, Draco was gone, already on the platform. Harry smiled at Hermione, "congratulations."

Hermione grinned, "like you knew I would lose." She leaned up to whisper in Harry's ear, "I heard the bet and you can thank me later."

It was Draco's turn and it was over in a flash. Harry was sure that Draco didn't even break a sweat. Finally it was Harry's turn. He bounded up to the platform and took in his opponent. Andrew Knight was a sixth year Ravenclaw so Harry was sure that he was bound to have some knowledge of spells, but he was also a sixth year.

They bowed and it was on as soon as Professor Ryans yelled start. Hoping to distract Knight, Harry quickly shouted, "incendio," and pushed his flames towards the boy. Knight reacted just the way that Harry wanted and yelled, "aguamenti," water bursting forth from his wand.

Harry raised his wand, "glacius," and watched as the water turned to ice. Unprepared for the ice, Knight slipped and Harry, using the levitation spell, made ice chunks that he sent flying down around Knight, trapping the Ravenclaw.

"Expelliarmus!" Knight's wand came flying into Harry's hand.

"Jameson Evans has won the match." Professor Ryans waved his hand and the ice melted and Andrew Knight was freed. Harry started to walk over to Knight but stopped as the boy gave Harry a nasty look before running to his friends.

"That concludes the morning's matches. Come back in the afternoon for the semi-finals. As for who's fighting who," Professor Ryans waved his wand and the pairings were reveled.

Match 1:

Jameson Evans vs. Matthew Potter

Match 2:

Draco Malfoy vs. Hermione Granger

Harry looked over at Matthew and gave the boy a grin. That would promise to be a fun match. He then looked over at the other two and winced. That would be a match to watch as well. Both Hermione and Draco were glaring at each other and Harry was sure that Blaise was glaring over here as well.

Harry didn't know whether to be nervous or what. He shrugged his shoulder's and settled for heading to the head's rooms so he could take a nap.

Harry furrowed his brows in his sleep. Someone was touching his hair and it felt…nice. "Harry…it's time to wake up." Harry frowned. No one here knew his name except for Draco and this voice didn't sound like Draco, so who was it.

There was a twinkling of laughter above him. Harry slowly opened his eyes and blinked as they took in the person above him. That red hair and those green eyes. "Mum?"

She smiled and bent down and kissed his cheek. Harry sat up and his eyes widened when they saw that he was no longer in the head's dorms but some field. He turned back to his mum, "where are we?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "who knows? This is your dreamscape."

Harry swallowed, "then…you're…really my mum?"

She gave him a watery smile and a nod. "That's right." She waved her hand behind her, "and I'm not the only one here."

Harry peered behind her and couldn't hide his tears as he saw his father standing next to Sirius and Remus. Hermione and Ron along with all his other friends were there and they all had smiles on their faces.

Harry wiped his eyes with his arm. "Why am I here?"

Lily reached over and grabbed Harry's hand and gently lifted his face so that their green eyes could meet. "All your life we've watched you. We've watched you go through hardships that no one your age should never have to go through and we've never been prouder of the man you've become."

Harry bit his lip, sensing a but coming.

"But, it is time to live your life the way you want to live it. We are here to offer you a choice."

Harry stilled and blinked in confusion. "What?"

"We know of the offer that Fawkes made you, but that isn't your world." Lily looked up at her son with a guarded expression, "you can stay here with us or you can return to your new world."

Harry didn't know what to do. "What will happen if I choose to stay?"

Lily closed her eyes, "then you will die and Voldemort will win in that world as well."

Harry was torn. He thought of Hermione and Blaise. He thought of Draco and his family. Matthew and Lacy were fun to be around and he had loved getting to know Lily and James. Could he really sentence that world to a world of death and destruction?

He knew what he had to do.

He grabbed his mom in his arms and buried his face in her hair, "all my life I've wanted to meet you and Dad. I would love nothing more than to join you and all of my loved ones, but I know," he pulled away and looked at his Mom with determination in his eyes. "I can't leave the ones I've come to care about. I will stop Voldemort and live the rest of my life in this new world."

Lily was looking at her son with pride in her eyes. She grasped his head and brought it down so she could kiss his forehead. "I'm so proud of you. Your father and I love you. Never forget that."

Harry swallowed. This sounded like a goodbye. Lily's eye's grew watery as if she knew what he was thinking. "That's correct. Our world will cease to exist the moment you return. This will be the last time we see each other."

Harry closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was ready. He kissed his mother one last time, "I love you, Mom. Tell everyone I love them and…" he trailed off as he didn't know what to say. He couldn't say he would see them again, so he was at a loss for what to say. Lily smiled and pushed Harry away, "it is time."

Harry sat up on the couch, panting heavily. What kind of dream had that been? He swore he had seen his mother and…had made a choice. Harry closed his eyes as he recalled what the dream had been about. This was his world now, his family, his home, and he would never see his true family again.

"Jameson? Are you in here? Its time for the semi-finals."

Harry shook his head and bounded over to Hermione. "Hey, Mione. I'm ready."

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "did something happen? You seem…different."

Harry shook his head, "nothing." He grabbed her arm, "let's go." He pulled her back to the great hall and he could hear more voices than normal, so he turned to Hermione. She rolled her eyes, "they're letting the younger kids watch."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "really?"

Hermione nodded, "apparently, it got out that it was a Gryffindor vs Slytherin and McGongall wanted to come and watch, but she had class so she appealed to the headmaster and it snowballed from there."

Harry snorted. It seemed that here McGongall was still just as crazy about the old rivalry as in his old world. He bowed, "well then…we should give her a show."

Professor Ryans turned at his voice. "Mr. Evans and Miss Granger, finally. Let's get this started. Potter and Evans are first."

Harry bounded up the platform and sent a grin at Matthew, "may the best one win."

Matthew grinned, "no holding back. I want to see all you can do."

Harry smirked, "a challenge?"

Matthew returned his smirk, "you won't find me so easy."

Harry grinned and was practically bouncing on his toes. Truth be told, he was looking forward to this duel. He could see that in earlier duels Matthew had been holding back, so Harry was interested to find out what he really knew.

They walked the required distance and with their wands raised, bowed at each other. Professor Ryans was silent for all of minute before he yelled, "go."

Harry eyed his brother. Matthew suddenly grinned, "fumos," he yelled. Harry silently cursed as the platform became filled with smoke. Harry became aware that he could no longer hear Matthew or sense him. Homenum Revelio, he thought and to his left there was a flash of light. It was closer than Harry had expected but he could handle this. Glacius, he thought and pointing his wand at the ground the area around him grew slick with ice. He chuckled in amusement when he heard a curse as Matthew tripped and fell.

"Finite Incantatem!" Harry yelled and the smoke cleared away as did the ice. Matthew quickly got up from the ground and faster than Harry was prepared for shouted, "Levicorpus!"

Harry swore as he suddenly found himself dangling upside down. Matthew was grinning and Harry knew what was about to happen but what Matthew didn't know was that Harry knew this spell and it's counter. Liberacorpus!

He fell to the ground and he rolled to the right. "Bombarda! Confringo! Petrificus Totalus!" Harry shot off the three spells in rabid fire and Matthew managed to shield the first two, but was unfotrtenualy caught by the last one. He froze and fell to the ground. Professor Ryans had a small grin as he announced Harry the winner before freeing Matthew.

Harry grinned at Matthew and held out his hand, "you shouldn't assume that only you know certain spells."

Professor Ryans heard this and nodded in agreement, "Mr. Evans is correct. There is always someone out there who will know more than you, so don't get carried away."

Matthew grinned sheepishly, "I'll take your advice." He turned to Harry, "you have really quick reflexes. How'd you get so good anyway?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I had a crazy uncle who liked to keep me on my toes." Both Matthew and Professor Ryans looked like they didn't believe him, but it wasn't like Harry could come right out and say that Voldemort had been his teacher.

It was time for the last duel of the day and that was between Hermione and Draco. It was over pretty quickly with Draco being the winner. To Harry's surprise, he had used spells that were mostly un-harmful and had only won with his cunning and smarts.

When he asked Hermione she snorted, "Blaise told him not to harm me. It was rather…cute."

Harry laughed. This was the first time Blaise had spoken out in regards to his soulmate tattoo. He bent down to whisper in his ear, "so you accept that Draco beat you in smarts?"

She scowled, "just because Draco might be a better dueler does not mean that he is smarter than I am."

She stormed off so quickly that Harry was left blinking in shock at the empty space, she had just occupied. He laughed and ran after Hermione.

Later that night, Draco was walking to the black lake when suddenly something hit him from behind and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

From out of the shadows, a being moved to stand next to his prone body. The man kicked Draco with a snarl, "this is supposed to be the kid our master wants?"

His partner frowned, "just grab him and let's go."

The first man shut up and bent down picking up Draco in his arms and without another word, the three were gone.

Voldemort smirked as Malfoy's brat was laid in front of him. He had come up with the perfect plan to get Hadrian back and it involved the boy in front of him. He waved his wand and Draco was hoisted to the wall and chained there. Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the two who had brought the boy, "leave us."

They bowed and left the room.

Voldemort reached out and touched a strand of Malfoy's hair, smirking to himself. He had never really understood soulmate bonds and he didn't really see what Hadrian saw in the Malfoy brat, but to each their own.

Voldemort's smirk turned cold as his body morphed into an exact copy of the boy chained to the wall. Hadrian wouldn't know what hit him and the fact that he would be attacking him while in Draco's body would hopefully break the bonds that they had.

Hadrian would see. Bonds were weak. Voldemort snapped his fingers and the Malfoy brat slowly woke up. When he realized where he was, he struggled with his bonds. His gray eyes narrowed when they landed on the dopple-ganger.

He swallowed, "what are you going to do?"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, "what needs to be done. A lesson will be taught here. Whether it's to Hadrian or to my followers, who knows."

He snapped his fingers again and Draco coughed as his mouth was covered in a gag. Voldemort smirked, "don't fret. You won't be in here for long." Draco could only watch as Voldemort teleported back to Hogwarts to do who knew what to Hadrian.

Draco closed his eyes and tried to struggle with his chains. It was no good. Voldemort had done something to make these chains unbreakable. All of a sudden Draco winced as he felt something prick his wrist.

His eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Voldemort needed his blood to keep the appearance up and these chains were linked to whatever spell that bastard had done to copy his body.

The more he struggled, the more blood it took. Draco had no choice but to finally stop struggling and he fell against the wall in defeat.

Finally finished. This chapter is longer than any other chapter. I hope you enjoyed that little reunion with his true family…I got a little teary eyed as I wrote it. I also decided to break the tournament into two chapters, so the next chapter will have the finals. Stay tuned.

PLEASE R&R. It makes me happy and want to keep writing.