A/N
After a week of illness here is my next chapter. To alleviate the delay this chapter is a bit longer than usual (5,3k words instead of the usual 4k). I hope that I'll be able to publish 2 chapters a week from now on.
I made two small but not unimportant corrections in chapter 14 in the part about the poisoning culprits: Pansy thinks about her year mates (not house mates) and wannabe Deatheaters.
Btw: To anybody who adores the Addams Family (like I do) I recommend the Harry Potter / Addams Family Crossover storyline of kyaru-chan (Harveste Addams).
Special thanks for Beta reading blacksaiyan1103 and Thawk6.
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The Delegations
Hogwarts Courtyard – 30th of October
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Harry waited expectantly the arrival of the delegations in the courtyard of Hogwarts with everybody. The teachers had tried to keep a hint of order, first organizing the students into their houses and years, but had stopped this futile attempt minutes ago. Instead of orderly lines there would be clusters of chattering students greeting the delegations. The elder students exchanged comments about the expected looks of the foreign students, especially of the French girls, while the Quidditch fans' discussions had only one theme: Viktor Krum.
He would be here this year and every team hoped they would be able to convince him to play a training game against them. Some of them even dreamed of a kind of unofficial cup with a Beauxbatons and a Durmstrang team pitted against the four house teams.
A few months ago Harry would have been one of these eager fanatics but not anymore. Too much had happened since the end of his last school year. And the behavior of Ron Weasley, preferring Quidditch training to staying at Hermione's side during her recovery, had been the last straw. As Oliver Wood was gone the new team captain would be Angelina Johnson. With Alicia, Katie and the twins supporting her and there hadn't been any discussion about Angelina's new position on the team. Harry expected her to be splendid. While she wasn't as fanatic as Oliver about Quidditch, she would be the best choice and this year – without regular cup games in favor of friendly games between the houses – would offer her an opportunity to collect some experience before the real show began.
While she had been a bit reluctant to replace Oliver with Ron – the twins had been forced to convince her behind the scenes while outwardly joking about their brother's abilities – it needed only one test session to allow an overwhelmed Ginny Weasley to be the fourth family member on the team. She showed quite some talent as a Seeker and Harry assumed that she would be a game winner next year.
I really like her more on the Quidditch field than sitting at my side in the Gryffindor dorm, he pondered shortly.
Harry himself didn't have the slightest inclination to play Quidditch this year and the only regret regarding this decision had something to do with the long black haired girl visible among the Ravenclaws. Cho Chang would be the Ravenclaw Seeker again and without the games it would be even harder to spend some time with her. Not only did she belong to another house, but she was one year his senior. Because of that they had no classes together and the games would have been the best chance to be in her vicinity, to speak with her about a neutral theme. A very tense Daphne had tried to convince him to ask Cho out for the upcoming ball as soon as it was officially announced this evening, but he wasn't sure he would be brave enough for this step.
And even if he asked her – how could he compare to someone like Cedric Diggory? It had been obvious in the last few weeks that the Hufflepuff Prefect had started to show interest in the Ravenclaw girl. A bloody good Seeker himself, a Prefect with good family background – add to this his handsome looks, his intelligence and the rumor that he would be the Hogwarts' Champion - and it was obvious to Harry who would win in a race for Cho's sympathies.
Reassuringly Hermione pressed his hand. The no-more bushy-haired girl smiled in the direction of her best friend, sensing what he was thinking about, and following his eyes to the Ravenclaw girl that had shown no more than a passing interest in Harry so far. She had been surprised to hear Daphne offering him advice on how to go on with his adoration, how to connect with the girl of his day dreams. Surprised because since Hermione's birthday and the days they spend together in the Hospital Wing she had watched the growing connection between Harry and Daphne. While Harry had been able to control his temper better than before – partially because of their common Occlumency training – and surprised more than one teacher with his improved learning behavior, Daphne had allowed herself to open a bit, to show her warmer side and her dry humor once in a while, at least around her new Gryffindor friends.
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"Why …" Hermione hesitated for a few seconds. Despite their growing friendship – a friendship that blossomed despite the resistance of most of the Slytherins and a greater number of Gryffindors – she wasn't sure about asking this. This question would be a very private one.
"Why am I helping him with Chang?" A tiny smile was visible on Daphne's face at the sight of Hermione's embarrassment.
"Yes, why are you encouraging him in the matter? Even I can see that she isn't girlfriend material, at least not with regards to Harry." Hermione sighed, her face showing clearly how unhappy she was to speak about this matter. She had learned a bit on how to hide her emotions through her Occlumency sessions but just these sessions had allowed Daphne to gain an intimate knowledge of her mind, intimate enough to often know what Hermione wanted to ask before she said the words.
Daphne shrugged and most people would have overlooked the small hesitance in her reaction, the small tenseness in her shoulders. But Hermione wasn't 'most people'. She tried her best to hide the smile while she listened to Daphne's answer. "He has to experience himself, has to realize what kind of shallow bitch she really is."
That Daphne insulted the girl revealed more about her inner turmoil than she wished. Daphne never insulted anybody – aside from Ginny and Ron.
"But," Hermione's eyes narrowed,"what if she …?"
"Never," Daphne shook her head. "Even being the boy-who-lived wouldn't be enough for her. Harry would have to become Hogwarts' Champion before Chang would think about being his girlfriend."
Hermione hoped Daphne was right. Luna had complained about the Seeker's behavior more than once and with Luna seldom complaining about anybody that meant so much to Hermione. She wasn't eager to spend more time with the girl than absolutely necessary.
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Hermione pressed his fingers again and gave Harry a friendly smile. He returned the gesture, wondering why Hermione was reassuring him. The last few weeks certainly had been reason enough for her to need some reassurance rather than him.
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One month ago
Since Hermione's return from the Hospital Wing at least one of her friends had always been at her side. Harry, Daphne, Neville, Padma, Susan, and even Tracey and Blaise had taken turns to accompany her to every lesson, every meal and every walk to the library. More than once Blaise used this bodyguard service as an excuse to 'check security' in the girls' bathroom before he allowed Hermione to enter – despite Tracey not being very amused about the matter and more than one bruise on Blaise's arms and shins proving this disapproval.
This time – on the way to Potions – it was Harry's duty to watch over her. The sight of Draco and his cronies caused him to groan inwardly. While Millicent had been oddly silent around Hermione and Daphne this year – more than once exchanging thoughtful looks with her housemate – Pansy had used every opportunity to besmirch Hermione. This time was the same.
Draco, who usually took the lead in these 'conversations' held back and allowed his follower – he certainly wouldn't call her his friend, a Malfoy didn't have friends, only allies or minions – to step forward.
"Look what we have here: Potter and his little Mudblood. I really hoped you would stay in the Hospital for a little longer instead of pestering the air around us."
A hasty look around showed Harry that Neville wasn't there. Luckily, he continued his string of thoughts. The formerly shy boy had showed his inner Gryffindor more than once in protection of Hermione and would certainly react very angrily to this hated cuss. Not for the first time he wondered why it was allowed to even use this word in the school without reprimand. No muggle school would allow any student to swear like this continuously.
Dean and Seamus were close enough but ignored the hassle. They had more than once voiced how unhappy they were about Harry's and Hermione's friendship with a snake. And Ron – nobody expected him to help Hermione anymore. Again he ignored an opportunity to help the girl who still had a crush on him and perhaps this repeated betrayal, more than the insult itself, caused her to react so strongly now.
Helpless Harry watched as the girls continued to insult each other while he tried to have an eye on the rest of the gang. Something was wrong about this and it wasn't only the fact that Pansy's tone of voice betrayed how little her heart was in this. Several times since the poisoning attempt Harry had the impression that Pansy was insulting Hermione more to convince herself that she still hated her. It was really weird.
But this hassle seemed too planned, too much like a trap. When Draco stepped back a bit, placing Goyle between him and Harry, his next action became clear but it was too late. Wands were drawn and while Hermione had no problems disarming Pansy and avoiding her pitiful attempt to curse her, Harry's warning was too late and she was hit by Draco's Densaugeo.
With malicious smiles the group watched as Hermione's teeth started to grow. Dean and Seamus wanted to intervene, at last, but were stopped by Ron's grip and a short shake of his head. Harry was shaking with rage, his anger growing as Snape's appearance denied him any opportunity to hex Draco. Instantly the Slytherins' wands vanished and, as always, Snape put the blame at the Gryffindors' feet.
"Starting trouble again, Potter," he snarled, his eyes resting on Hermione's face with a broad smirk. He had done his best to turn the other Slytherins against Daphne since the summer break, obviously annoyed by the thought of this 'inter house relationship'. Harry had hoped that Snape would react in another way because of the Potion Master's former friendship with Harry's mother, but he had apparently been wrong. To his surprise Daphne hadn't shared Harry's hate towards Snape but never explained her reasons.
"Draco the git hexed Hermione."
"Oh," Snape responded, his smirk only broader now, "how so? I see no difference."
Dean and Seamus had at least the dignity to look ashamed but even now they didn't come to her rescue and Ron even dared to grin as Hermione run away with tears with her eyes. In that moment it was neither the surprisingly sad looking Pansy nor the smirking Draco that Harry hated with all his heart. Even with Daphne and a few other Slytherins trying to convince him to the contrary he still expected Slytherins to act like snakes. But Gryffindors, Hermione's friends, they shouldn't be like this. Hastily he followed her to the Hospital Wing.
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Deep in thoughts Harry watched Hermione leaving the Hospital with Neville at her side. Madam Pomfrey's spells had been able to overcome the curse and more than restored her teeth to their former condition. The spell had been cast a tad too long and now the front teeth were shorter than before, granting Hermione an even sweater smile. He had been speaking with her in the past about correcting her front teeth, but she hadn't been allowed a magical correction due to the wishes of her parents. Sometimes it wasn't the best to have Dentists for parents.
So this attack had been positive in the end. The chosen curse, the chosen healing spells and the delay prompted by a distraction with some potions falling to the floor that caused Madam Pomfrey to spend some time cleaning the floor instead of ending the cure – this was all too much of a welcome coincidence.
"You don't happen to know something about this whole cursing matter, do you Daphne?" Harry started, eyes locked with the girl at his side. Daphne had watched Hermione and Neville leaving too. Now her soft smile vanished and that she tried to show her 'ice princess' appearance again convinced Harry all the more that he was right.
"Those potions falling down," Harry stated, his smile showing that he agreed with her deed, "you caused that."
"Perhaps," Daphne shrugged. As she started to walk away Harry stopped her by grabbing her arm. The girl frowned but didn't try to break free.
"And 'perhaps' you have an idea too why Draco chose right that curse?"
"Perhaps," now Daphne allowed a tiny smile to crawl onto her lips. She blinked waiting for Harry to continue but the boy only stared at her and waited. After some minutes of silence she groaned, caving in to his unspoken question.
"Everybody knows that targeting your friends would hurt you more than hexing you directly. It may be that I mentioned Hermione's unhappiness about her teeth to Tracey. Perhaps I have been a bit too careless and allowed Pansy to eavesdrop on our conversation. It is not always easy to have a private conversation in the dorm."
"You're really a little snake, aren't you," Harry grinned.
Daphne bowed slightly: "We can't alter our nature."
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Present
While Harry and Hermione tried to calm each other's nerves, and convince each other that the arrival of the delegations would start a change for the better, they were observed by more than one Slytherin. Tracey Davis noticed that more than one of her house mates stared at the Gryffindors with eyes full of hate and fury. That the Densaugeo spell had kind of backfired, helping Hermione Granger in the end instead of embarrassing her, had been neither the first nor the last incident. Tracey hoped that her house mates at least restrained from executing something more vicious, not to speak about another murder attempt.
To her relief Draco and his cronies hadn't realized that the whole buckteeth incident resulted from a plan Daphne had worked out. Only Pansy seemed to suspect something, but the petite girl with the pug face hadn't been as eager to insult or hurt Hermione since that incident. Instead Pansy had been acting very weird, her eyes more than once glistening with unshed tears, her face a mask of sorrow, something Tracey would never have anticipated. What could be troubling her? That one afternoon after the DADA lesson about the Boggart had been especially odd.
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Two weeks ago
If the first lesson with Professor Moody had been bad - where he demonstrated the three Unforgivable Curses - then this lesson would only be an escalation in embarrassment. The killing of a spider, how the poor animal crumpled down after being hit by a green flash of light, had prompted more than one student to sob. But it had been the usage of the Crucio that had stirred the strongest reaction from Neville. He would always connect that Curse with the condition of his parents. They lived – no, they existed – as hollow husks, devoid of any reasoning or emotion. His mother did not even react to his presence most of the time. This emptiness was a result of Bellatrix blasted Lestrange using the Crucio on them for an endless amount of time, burning their minds away with a flood of pain.
Today wouldn't be about the Unforgivables but about the Boggart. It had only been a year ago that Professor Lupin introduced them to that very special creature, a creature that appeared to everyone as his deepest fear. To most there wouldn't be any change, Neville assumed – to most of them, but to some …
Moody, who had been careful to stay in the back of the room, had started with Z as Zabini and worked his way through the alphabet backwards. The first unexpected change had been Harry's boggart. While in the past year they all had watched his mental battle against a Dementor-Boggart, this time the all too well-known appearance of a Deatheater had been the target of his fears. Quite a number of Slytherins had been giggling about Harry's fear, but Neville had only concentrated on the Deatheater's odd behavior. Instead of attacking or insulting Harry, it had started to attack a nebulous target. While discernible to be someone female, the exact identity didn't become clear. Neville even suspected the reason: it wasn't a single female he feared to lose to a Deatheater but several.
After Harry changed the Deatheater garb into a clown's costume and his spells into water bombs, several other students had to face their fear before it was Neville's turn to step forward. The last time it had been Snape's form the Boggart had taken, a fear Neville had been able to fight through changing Snape's clothes into that horrid flower dress of his Grandma. But this time it would be something else and more than his fear itself he trembled because of the expected reactions of the spectators and especially her.
Gasps and laughter erupted as the Boggart turned into a second Hermione. "You don't really think that I could ever like you, Nevi-boy, do you? Look into the mirror, you poor excuse of a wizard. Unable to perform the most basic spells, unable to brew the simplest potion, what could I see in you more than a flower boy? You'll never be able to compare to a real wizard like Harry. Merlin, even Goyle and Crabbe are better wizards."
Neville only stared at the girl, thick tears running down his cheeks. He knew that most students and teachers assumed him to be not much better than a Squib. Merlin, even his own family had thought about him like that for a long time and more than once his own Grandma – despite her deep love for him – had been disgusted comparing his own achievements to those of his father. Only in a haze Neville saw the wand in his hand, the wand he had inherited from his father, the wand his Grandma hoped he would use to achieve something noteworthy.
"Riddi … Riddiclus … Ri …" it was hopeless. Hermione was right: He would never be a real wizard. Seeing the frame of the Boggart only as a silhouette against the white wall, his ears filled with the laughter of the other students and Draco's vile comments, he suddenly felt someone stepping at his side and grabbing his hand. Cool fingers interwove with Neville's and her sweet voice whispered reassuring words into his ears, forcing away the cruelty of the Slytherins. He knew that Hermione didn't share his feelings, that she only saw a friend in him. But it was enough for him, enough to be assumed by her to be worthy of her friendship. He was happy about what he had.
"Riddikulus." A mix of relief, happiness and insecurity was visible on Neville's face as the Boggart-Hermione's outfit changed. Now a new Hermione was standing there, wearing a classical ball gown, the hair carefully braided and a small bouquet in her hands. It didn't really need any word to declare that Neville wanted to ask Hermione to be his date for the ball. As he looked around in the room, struggling to avoid Hermione's eyes, he saw a far range of expressions on the other students' faces.
On the right Draco and his cronies showed that patented disgusted smirk, with only Millicent showing a little smile and Pansy staring quite thoughtfully at the boy.
On the left Harry and Daphne not only stood side by side but shared a broad and happy smile. Dean and Seamus looked surprised but not unhappy. After the incident with Draco's curse they had tried to behave better and even apologized a few days later for not supporting their housemate. Unsurprisingly Hermione had accepted the apology, shortly looking expectantly in Ron's direction. But the red-head had only pouted and turned away. Now again he was more acting like a Slytherin, showing anger and even hate as he scowled at Neville.
Why did he have to react like this? On the one side treating Hermione like shit, only speaking to her if he needed her help and never showing any romantic interest. But on the other side he obviously begrudged her to have other friends and showed this behavior total unworthy of a friend, showed open jealousy to anyone who tried to spend time with Hermione. If Ron's behavior already irritated Neville – and enraged Harry as far as he noticed – how confusing must it be for Hermione?
Neville pressed Hermione's hand a last time before he returned to his place, hoping that Ron would be able to reach a conclusion about his feelings in the near future.
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Two thirds of the students had already finished their battle of fears when Daphne Greengrass stepped forward. Neville, who had been pondering about Hermione and if Professor McGonagall would still be her Boggart, now looked up and frowned. He had used the past weeks to get to know the Slytherin girl a bit better but he had no idea what her Boggart could be. Some magical creature like the one Parvati feared? A Professor she feared to disappoint, or could it be someone she loved?
When the Boggart changed into a girl, Neville needed a while to understand. The girl seemed to be Astoria, perhaps a bit older than now, a little more haggard and with dark rings around the eyes. A cruel smile was visible on her lips and she had her wand in her hand as she stepped towards her older sister. Unbelievingly Daphne paled and started to tremble with fear, unable to raise her wand. With every step Astoria made towards her, Daphne's quivers increased. Neville frowned. He had never seen the girl like this, not even when Hermione had been poisoned.
"Now, little sister, I'm the strong one, the one destined to rule. You're disgusting in your weakness. Father should never have allowed you to sully the honor of our house through your betrayal. A blood traitor you are, as a blood traitor you'll die. And when I'm finished with you, I'll make a visit to our lovely mother."
Daphne, ice princess, strong Daphne, was now shuddering violently and slowly collapsed to the ground, not even trying to lift her wand or to defend against the upcoming attack. Only now Neville noticed the tattoo on Astoria's arm, the dark mark that proved her status as a Deatheater.
Her strongest fear is that her younger sister could become a Deatheater and she would be forced to battle her, Neville shuddered. He had expected a rift between the girls because of their different world views. How wrong I have been? How would I feel should I be forced to fight Grandma? No wonder that the proud, stoic girl reacted like this.
"Pathetic," Astoria scolded her: "That I ever could see a familiar mind in you. But I've been able to grow up, to see the light. You, my little heap of disgust, on the other hand …"
Certainly Boggart-Astoria would have gone on and on with Daphne unable to resist her fear and Professor Moody obviously unwilling to step in. Neville concentrated on Daphne and didn't notice the short signs of understanding on more than one Slytherin face, didn't notice the single tear running down Pansy's cheek. He only heard their spiteful laughter about Daphne's weakness and unworthiness to be called a Slytherin. As he started to turn around a fast motion attracted his attention. Harry had drawn his wand and a mighty blasting spell burst the Boggart asunder, followed a second later by weaker but equally angry spells of Tracey and Hermione. But it was a fourth spell that shocked Neville really, a weak and ill-placed spell, more annoying than hurting the Boggart, hitting the false Astoria a split second before even Harry's spell.
Searching for the source of the spell all eyes locked onto Pansy. The small Slytherin stared at her own wand as if pondering about whose wand this could be and who had been the one to execute the first spell against the Boggart. Apart from Daphne's shuddering sobs only silence was in the room as nobody knew what to say about this turn of events. As Millicent gingerly touched Pansy's elbow the girl startled and broke away like a doe on the run. Seconds later she had left the room. Professor Moody, with his Boggart destroyed, had to end the lesson and quietly the students left the room while Tracey and Hermione led Daphne to the Hospital Wing, hoping that Madam Pomfrey would be able to help the shaken girl.
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A few hours later, the dinner underway, the great hall saw the Slytherins at their table. Pansy sat a bit apart with only Millicent in her vicinity and, surprisingly, Blaise Zabini. Draco and his cronies obviously had been able to overcome their short moment of insecurity and were their typical self again, once in a while sending a glare of disapproval in Pansy's direction. Only Astoria seemed a bit troubled, the smiles she showed a bit forced, her eyes devoid of her usual happiness she always felt around Draco.
As Daphne entered the hall with Hermione and Tracey at her sides, the great hall fell silent. All knew about her Boggart and her breakdown; all awaited the reaction of her house mates. And they weren't disappointed. Starting with Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott a wave of scornful laughter erupted, greeting the 'weak girl' that had shown so strong emotions about a family member. That was so disgustingly un-Slytherin, Draco had explained; so worthy of a Hufflepuff. Perhaps they should change her green robe-lining into a yellow one?
The gathered teachers silently watched as Daphne stopped. Professor McGonagall seemed to fight an inner battle but restrained from wading in. It wasn't her place to influence the Slytherin students. The short nap in the Hospital Wing hadn't been enough to really calm Daphne down. Her inner turmoil and fears were still clearly visible on her face. She obviously struggled to decide whether to follow Tracey or Hermione. Harry left his place and walked towards her, as he saw a small person doing something he had hoped for but not really expected. He knew about Daphne's deep devotion to her younger sister but wasn't sure about Astoria's feelings. Now he got his answer.
Jumping away from the table, totally ignorant of the disgusted expression on her fiancé's face, Astoria rushed towards her sister in an athletic but very unladylike manner only to jump on Daphne, nearly toppling her to the ground. It was hard to decide which girl trembled more as they clung to each other, embracing the other one as if their life depended on it. For a short moment Hermione had tensed as she saw Astoria, but now she relaxed again, smiled at the un-Slytherin show of affection and shortly pressed Astoria's shoulder to show her appreciation about the sisterly gesture.
"Take your hand away from my fiancée, Mudblood," Draco snarled. "And you better come back at my side this instant, Astoria. This behavior is …"
"SHUT UP!" More than one student jumped back at that piercing sound. More than one student watched totally flabbergasted as a fire-red faced Pansy Parkinson strode towards Draco and continued to scold him. "Shut up you brainless jellyfish. I have had enough of your disgusting clap-trap. If you don't have anything sensible to say shut your filthy yap. You're only jealous that not everyone has an emotionless family like you do, willing to sell their only child to the highest bidder."
For a moment Draco stared shocked before he was able to respond: "Jealous, me? At least somebody is willing to make an offer for me, not like you. Your parents certainly already lost any hope of getting rid of you without paying for the pleasure."
The full-force slap that followed was greeted by stunned silence. Disbelief was in Draco's eyes, blood running down from his split lip. Without another word Pansy walked away. She was halfway towards the hall doors as the Weasley twins started to cheer, starting a wave of support from three tables that no Slytherin had ever experienced before. That even Snape stayed silent and, instead of giving her detention, watched her leave with a small but content smile, was only the icing on the cake.
Only the table of Pansy's house mates stayed silent with most of them unsure of what this eruption meant for them in the future. Nobody felt the urge to hassle Daphne anymore. And while Astoria escorted her sister to Tracey and Blaise, Draco felt for the first time that he couldn't take the affection of his fiancée for granted.
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Hogwarts – Great Hall – 31st of October
With a last cruel smile he turned away from the sleeping form of Madam Sprout. He had altered her mind and when she awakened in an hour she would assume to simply have dozed off for a while. After a last careful look around he neared the Goblet of Fire. As expected there were a number of wards on the magical artifact. Nothing he wouldn't be able to breach without anyone noticing. They were meant to hold students away like the Weasley twins who had been denied to take part in the tournament because they only turned seventeen in a few months, not someone like him.
No, he didn't need help with these wards but certainly the information he got from Headmaster Dumbledore about the workings of the Goblet itself had been helpful. For a few seconds an all too girly giggle left his throat, a sound that would stun everyone who knew him. But he couldn't help it. It was simply too funny that Dumbledore, all-mighty, all-sneaky Dumbledore was unknowingly willing to help him perform the task his Lord had given to him.
For a moment his good mood faded away as he thought about the boy's unwillingness to trust him, or spend time with him. Certainly those girls were at fault for his behavior. Granger and Greengrass apparently had a growing influence on the Potter boy and even convinced him to decline, politely, his offer to teach him Occlumency. Naturally he hadn't really intended to help him shield his mind, but would rather have used this very good opportunity to alter it, to probe his thoughts and test his resistance against Imperio spells.
But that wasn't all too important in the end. This task, however, was crucial and within minutes he was able to trick the Goblet into accepting not only the slip of paper with Harry Potter's name on it but also to change the 'Tri Wizard' into a 'Quattro Wizard' Tournament. For a while he had wondered why the Headmaster hadn't simply chosen to replace the rightful Champion of Hogwarts with Potter. But he assumed that even Dumbledore didn't expect Potter to win the tournament and wanted a real chance to win the cup. This didn't matter either. The only important thing was that Potter would be part of the tournament.
Madam Sprout was still playing the sleeping beauty. With clicking steps he walked away content with this night's proceedings. Now it was time to plan how to help Potter win the tournament. His Master would be pleased.
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A/N:
What could be the reason for Pansy's behavior? And how will Astoria's show of affection influence her engagement?
The next chapter(s) will be about the reactions to the choice of champions.