DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Doctor Who or the Chronicles of Narnia. I own this plot only, and any OCs. My depictions of real life characters are based on stereotypes or suppositions and no insult is intended. I have no desire to own the series this story is based on, although if anyone could give me either a wand, TARDIS or wardrobe portal into Narnia I certainly wouldn't say no.

IMPORTANT: This is a rewrite of my story, You Are Not Alone and, as such, any resemblence to that story is intentional.

Chapter Thirty Three: Eve of All Hallows

'And they'd love to have me. We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in.' Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Bloomsbury

Location: Hogwarts Grounds, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: October 1994 CE

Hogwarts School had been selected to resurrect a barbaric wizarding tradition bringing together the three most prestigious wizarding schools in Europe to crown a single winner from three champions, one from each of the three schools; the Triwizard Tournament. It was because of this that the entire student body of Hogwarts had congregated on the lawn facing the Forest and the Lake waiting for the delegations from the two continental schools, Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang Institute to arrive.

The distinct chill of a late October night was heightened as a breeze blew across the grounds, causing Lucy to move as close as humanly possible to her bondmate, a smile touching her lips as she felt Harry's arm wrapped around her shoulders, a sigh of contentment escaping her mouth as she placed her head on his shoulder.

As the minutes ticked by, the students became more and more restless as there was still no sign of either of the delegations.

Finally, after another five minutes, with the time nearing ten o'clock at night, one of the first years pointed out into the gloom of the sky over the Forbidden Forest. 'THERE!' he yelled, and the air was instantly filled by voices questioning over the identity of the object, was it a house, a bird, a flying carriage?

It soon turned out to be a flying carriage, which very nearly killed Hagrid as it swooped down to land on the lawn. Seventeen haughty French teenagers stepped out of the carriages, followed by the largest woman that Harry and Lucy had even seen on Earth, Lucy having of course encountered giantesses and the part-Jinn White Bitch...er..Witch while in Narnia.

'Please welcome our French friends, the lovely students of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.' Dumbledore said with a flourish as all the Hogwarts students clapped politely. 'Madame Maxime...a pleasure as always.' Dumbledore added somehow managing to kiss the giant woman on both cheeks in greeting. 'Would you like to wait for Igor with us, or perhaps go inside and warm up a trifle?'

Maxime looked around at her students before gesturing expansively to the door. 'We shall warm up, I theenk.'

Dumbledore nodded and Maxime led her students through the doors and into the castle. The four Beauxbatons boys pointed their noses upwards as they walked, while the girls strutted behind them sashaying their hips seductively and exaggeratedly. Harry saw Ron's mouth wide open, drool dripping off his chin, before Harry rolled his eyes, looking down at his gorgeous bondmate smiling down at her before looking out to the grounds once again, tightening his arm around her shoulders, never seeing the soft smile or light blush that graced Lucy's face.

This time, mere minutes passed before a faint gurgling sound drew everyone's attention out to the wide expanse of the Black Lake as a large ship suddenly shot up from the depths in the middle of the lake, magical ships being much more like submarines than the sailing ships that they looked like. As Lucy gazed out over the ship, she noted that it looked like a very Narnian ship. Not like the Splendor Hyaline that she and her siblings had sailed on in the Golden Age, but more like the Dawn Treader, a ship she had very fond memories of. She resisted the urge to yell out 'FOR NARNIA!', which would have gotten more than a few strange looks.

Harry gestured to her, and her eyes followed his finger to see four boats, five occupants in each, now rowing towards the banks of the lake. All of Hogwarts watched as the twenty occupants, five staff and fifteen students marched, literally marched up from the lake to the assembly of Hogwarts denizens. As they came closer, the group of students was easily recognisable as having just two women, clad just as the men were in a blood red (or was it claret?) uniform covered by a large, bulky, brown fur coat. Dumbledore once again turned the showman as he announced, 'And now students, please welcome our friends from the north, the proud sons...and daughters...of the Durmstrang Institute of Magic.'

Dumbledore then moved to meet the High Master with a manly embrace then a warm two handed handshake. 'Igor! It has been too long.' Dumbledore gestured everyone inside, first the Durmstrang students and staff, then those of Hogwarts. Everyone filed through into the Great Hall, Beauxbatons sitting at an extended Ravenclaw table, Durmstrang at an extended Slytherin table.

The assembled delegations and Hogwarts students listened as Dumbledore introduced Bartemius Crouch and Ludo Bagman of the British Ministry, Levi Romanov of the Bulgarian Ministry and Pierre Delacour of the French Ministry, before bringing in the Goblet of Fire, the "impartial judge" which would be choosing the champions. Dumbledore also told the students they had until 7pm the next night to put their name in the Goblet, and all about the age restrictions before he dismissed the students to bed.

Location: Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: October 1994 CE

Lucy rested her head back on Harry's shoulder as they relaxed onto the loveseat right in front of the fire having been the first two Lions to make it back to the common room. There was a few short minutes of peace before Ron Weasley, who had stayed back to have one more bite of pudding came through the portrait hole, and instantly he and his twin brothers Fred and George were loudly exulting the possibilities of eternal glory, and plotting how they could, within twenty-four hours, fool an Age Line into thinking they were older than seventeen.

Harry shook his head, and for the first time in a while, he and Lucy were able to have a mental conversation. 'Weasley really annoys me sometimes!' Lucy's mental "voice" rang through Harry's head.

'Try sharing a dorm with him. I mean he's okay, but really, you can only talk about Quidditch so much...hmmm...our mental link seems to be strengthening, we haven't been able to speak like this too much for months!' Harry answered back, still silently.

'Yeah, if it's getting stronger it's gonna make things much easier. Just think...we can abuse that Slytherin bint Parkinson that called Daphne a s-l-u-t just 'cause Draco hangs around with Daph and us more than her, and we can't get in trouble for it!' Lucy added, with the mental equivalent of an impish grin.

Harry mentally snorted before scolding, 'Language, Lu! And we can encourage each other at Quidditch again without having to yell.'

While the soul bonded couple had their mental conversation, everyone else in the common room simply thought the pair were enjoying just being together, until Ron Weasley shoved his size 10 foot in his size 12 mouth. 'Will you two stop with the lovey-dovey in the common room for once?'

Harry had his wand out quickly but was surprised when Lucy beat him to it. 'Langlock.' she cried as she turned to face Ron her wand pointing towards the sometimes callous boy who immediately found that he couldn't speak properly, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. 'I shall be lovey-dovey whenever I want, wherever I want! Is that clear...Ronald?' Lucy asked the now shaking redhead, who could only nod feebly. 'Good. Now I'm off. Night all. Night Harry.' she added, kissing him on the cheek before winking and grinning impishly at him, then skipping off to her dorm, leaving Harry to the horde of teasing boys.

Location: The Great Hall, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: October 1994 CE

Near midnight, a man clad all in black slipped into the Great Hall holding a scrap of parchment in his hand, transforming into a raven mid step, the animagus flew across the Age Line, flying over the Goblet, dropping the scrap of parchment within. Transforming back into a man, the unknown animagus cast a complex charm on the Goblet before once again slipping out the Hall, stealing away to one the upper windows where he could escape the castle in his raven form.

Once again, the three schools were assembled in the Hall, which had been set out so that the Goblet was in the very centre of the room with a large walkway through the middle of the hall. The students were all in little groups chattering excitedly, Susan and Hannah were telling their group of friends that Cedric Diggory had put his name in (greeted by soft cheers), Hermione added that Peter Phillips, Harry's cousin and Zara's older brother had put his name in (more soft cheers), and Daphne added that Marcus Flint had put his name in (boos).

All too soon, the Goblet was ready to make its judgement and Dumbledore bellowed for 'SILENCE! When your name is called, champions, you will walk down to the end of the Hall and through that door over there behind the High Table. But first, could we have our Ministry representatives through first to prepare to receive the champions.'

After this the Hall was silent, and after a moment, the flames within the Goblet flashed red and an ornately folded piece of parchment was flung out and floated down to land in Dumbledore's hand. Dumbledore put on his most regal voice, the one Harry and his friends recognised as that he used at Wizenagamot meetings, and announced, 'The champion for Beauxbatons...is...Fleur Delacour!' As the words left his mouth, the Beauxbatons students erupted in cheers, although two of the girls burst into tears, while a third, who seemed to be impossibly beautiful, at least if Ron's reaction was anything to go on, or Draco's as he was elbowed by Daphne, stood up and walked down the prescribed path and out of the Hall.

Almost as if the Goblet itself had a sense of theatrics, it waited until all the chatter had died down before the process was repeated again, a roughly ripped piece of parchment floating down this time. 'The champion for Durmstrang...Viktor Krum!' Dumbledore announced.

'Krum. Krum. Krum! Krum! KRUM! KRUM!' came the chant from the Durmstrang students, growing ever louder as Viktor stood and followed in Fleur's footsteps into the side chamber.

Once again the chatter died down before another tongue of flame deposited a scroll of parchment in Dumbledore's hand, who unrolled it and announced, 'And the Hogwarts champion...Mister...Cedric Diggory!' The Hall erupted as the popular Hufflepuff, who had only just missed out on the Head Boy position to Peter Phillips stood and made his way down to the side chamber, stopping to shake Professor Dumbledore's hand.

'Well there you have it...' Dumbledore started winding up the ceremony. '...Three champions who will vie for the prize...the Triwizard Cup...' Here Dumbledore pointed at a cloth covered object at the end of the Hall, wandlessly banishing the cloth. '...one thousand Galleons in prize money...and ETERNAL GLORY.' And then...to the astonishment of everyone, another red tongue of flame shot out of the Goblet and, by reflex, Dumbledore caught the parchment and read the name aloud. 'Harry Potter-Windsor. Harry Potter-Windsor...Well come now Harry, through the door.' Dumbledore added when Harry didn't seem inclined to move, finally being pushed up by Hermione.

'I didn't put my name in Lu! I wouldn't.' Harry sent to Lucy as he looked back at her wistfully before doing as Dumbledore asked and walking into the side chamber.

'I know you didn't Harry. And so do our friends. Even Draco doesn't think you did. He just said so.' Lucy replied, making Harry feel just a little bit better.

Location: Hogwarts Lake, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1994 CE

Harry had woken very early and wandered down to the lake, not wanting to face the school having enough of both the exaltations and the scorn the night before, and that was just his own house. He mused alone under his favourite willow tree about what had happened, how he had met Pierre Delacour once again, learning that his daughter, Fleur was the Beauxbatons champion, and how he had been informed that he had no choice to compete. He was incensed when he had been informed that he would know nothing of the first task until the 24th of November the day of the task.

Harry was broken out of his musings by a rustling which drew his attention to the overhanging leaves, bringing a slight smile to his face as he saw Lucy, radiant smile on her face as always, carrying a picnic basket. 'I went down to the kitchens and I had the elves...there are actually elves here...anyway I had the elves make us a picnic breakfast...and lunch, I figured you wouldn't want to face to many people today.' Lucy explained as she laid out a picnic rug, getting Harry to move so she could lay it out so they could sit with their backs to the tree, pulling out toast and butter and jam and marmalade, and even bacon and eggs. She then pulled out orange juice for Harry, and much to Harry's surprise, a cup and saucer, teapot and milk pitcher for herself.

'I love magic.' Harry muttered as he poured out a glass of orange juice and placed it down in the grass, buttering his toast, taking a bite, smiling as he watched Lucy go through her morning routine, pouring her tea, adding milk and sugar, taking a sip and sighing appreciatively, and only then did she spread her toast with butter and orange marmalade before taking a bite.

The bonded couple sat in silence, eating their breakfast, not needing to speak, just enjoying the sweet silence.