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The Great Hall was dead silent. Every pairs of eyes were turned towards Harry. He was used to that, or at least he thought so. He was in no state to think rationally for now. It must be a prank from Fred and George, how else would it be possible for his name to come out of the Goblet of Fire. It was either that or he had misheard what Dumbledore said. But seeing all the eyes that were glued on him, there was no way he misheard.

Why? Why it's always me? Can't I have one year? ONE YEAR. For Merlin's sake, I don't ask for much, just one year without risking my life. Others don't even need to ask, it's normal for them, so why me? What did I do?

While he was panicking, people started to talk among themselves, making a buzzing noise filling the air of the Great Hall.

He tried to look for some reassurance on his best friends' face, but what he saw was just disheartening him even more. Ron's face was red, almost if it was ready to explode, he recognized that face. His friend was angry, no need to be a genius to know why he was angry. Hermione was not better, her expression looked blank, and there was something else. Something Harry could see because he knew her well, she looked reproachful. As if she could not believe that he did put his name in the Goblet.

Harry wanted to collapse, just go back to his dorm, curl up in his bed and cry. But a pressure coming from his arm prevented him to fall apart, it was Sadye. Right, even if it looked like it, he was not alone. He had Sirius, the Weasley (except Ron if he was right), the Greengrass', Hedwig, Sadye and even Chaos despite the fact that he was not here. For now, his most precious ally was Sadye, he was sure to not be disappointed with him.

Harry did not look at Slytherin table for two reasons. First he did not want to see Malfoy's face. And second, he was scared. Scared of what he would see on his friends faces, call him a coward, but he wanted to keep thinking they were still friends. He did not know if he could manage if even them were against him.

Resolving himself, Harry stood up, and followed the way the champions took earlier. Professor Dumbledore looked like he was about to say something at first, but he refrained himself, merely looking at him sadly. When he was close enough, Harry looked straight in Professor Dumbledore's eyes. Going against Chaos wishes, and mouthed 'Please fix this, for once.' to his Headmaster. Not the way he usually talked to his elder, but he was really desperate. The director did not react and simply waved him through the door.

He passed the whole staff members, looking at their expressions. It seemed that most of them were just too surprised to say anything. There were two exceptions, Snape, and Moody. Snape was wearing a sneer on his face, as if he was saying 'Potter again', and well he was not wrong, it was always him. Moody looked deep in thoughts, hopefully thinking about how to defuse the situation or something like that. After all he was an auror, retired maybe, but still.

Harry entered the door and was welcomed by a cozy room, filled with portraits that were looking at him weirdly, and whispering furiously among themselves. The room was dark, except for the big fire that was crackling in the fireplace. The three champions were around it, looking into the fire. Each one of them in their own way. Krum was lazily leaning against the mantelpiece. Cedric has his hands behind his back and Fleur Delacour had her arms crossed. It was a nice picture to be honest, they looked very dashing.

He must have made some noise because suddenly the French girl looked behind her back, throwing her silvery hair out of her way.

It looked like she recognized him, because she frowned at him, or was it her usual face? Harry didn't know, and right now he did not care.

"What are you 'ere for?" She asked hem with a heavy French accent. "Did zey need us back?"

She brought the two other champions attention to him. Krum merely raised his head while Cedric smiled at him.

He's smiling now, watch his reaction when he'll learn what I'm here for.

Harry did not respond to the Beauxbatons champion, which seemed to make her even angrier than she appeared. He went and stood against the wall, waiting for the Professors who were likely to rush in here any minute now.

Contrary to his thoughts, the first one to enter the room was not a Hogwarts' teacher, but Ludo Bagman. He walked towards Harry and tried to take his arm to lead him near the other champions probably. However, Harry was not going to let him, he violently withdrawn his hand from Bagman's grip.

The ministry man looked stunned by Harry's reaction, as if he could not believe someone would react that badly. He recovered quickly though, he laughed awkwardly, and asked Harry to follow him, thing he did.

"Incredible, simply unbelievable. A fourth Triwizard champion, totally unprecedented."

The three champions straightened up when they heard Bagman talk. They were all wearing a different expression, be it shock or hate.

"Zis is preposterous! Why would you allow such cheating in an international tournament? Are ze diplomatic relations between our schools a joke to you?"

Suddenly, the door behind them opened to a bunch of other people, led by Professor Dumbledore.

"Madame Maxime! Zey are trying to let zis little boy compete with us!"

Little boy? Who does she think she is? Dumb blondie.

Before anyone could come up with an answer, Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Rest assured Miss Delacour, we are not trying to do anything like that." He said with a calm voice, too calm. His eyes had no twinkle in them, the only thing he inspired right now was power. Harry for the second time this year, could see why everyone respected the Headmaster. "However, it seems that a problem occurred and made young Harry's name to come out of the Goblet."

He turned his head towards Harry, and looked at him in the eyes.

"Nevertheless, I must still ask you Harry. Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

Seeing how he said it, it seemed that the Headmaster did not think Harry did it, he was surely doing this for the other people present. Knowing that, Harry resolved himself to not let him down.

"No, I did not." Every eyes in the room were turned on him.

A snort was heard in the room. It was Snape, as usual he did not believe him. But Harry did not mind, he was not important.

"Did you ask someone older to put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued.

"No, I did not." Harry said again firmly.

Professor Dumbledore was about to say something, but the two other Headmasters beat him to it.

"'E is obviously lying!"

"Lies!"

Once again Dumbledore cleared his throat, but this time he did release some of his magic. Not as much as when they were in his office, but still, the pressure made everyone go silent.

"Everyone here must know that I accord my student here, my entire trust. Therefore, if he says he did not do it, I believe him."

That statement left everyone bewildered. However, the two others Headmaster seemed to have recovered because they immediately started talking back.

"Dumbledore, he could be lying. Teenagers like him love attention, the thought of everlasting fame and the thousand Galleons must have gone to his head."

"Yes Dumbly-dorr, it must be zat."

Harry actually laughed at that, were they stupid? Money? Fame? Why would he need that? Once again, all the eyes in the room felt on him.

"He is laughing now, Dumbledore. It's ridiculous, he's not taking us seriously." Karkaroff, the Durmstrang Headmaster said as he was looking at him hatefully.

Professor Dumbledore was eying Harry closely, a pensive look on his face. However, he did not say anything as someone else spoke up.

"Is your situation that funny, Potter?" The malicious voice of Snape said.

Harry at first did not want to say anything. However, he saw an opportunity to make his version a little more convincing.

"Not at all, Professor. It's just what they said, it was really funny. Don't you think?" He said with ha sweet voice. That made Snape frown, he did not except Harry to actually answer, even less ask him a question. Not waiting for an answer, Harry continued.

"It's like they don't know who I am." He then raised his hand to his face and pointed his scar. "I am Harry Potter. Do you really think, a Triwizard Tournament, which I did not know about before this year by the way, would made me more famous than defeat Voldemort?" A chill passed at the mention of the Dark Lord's name. And a lot of the people present in the Chamber shivered.

"Come on, be serious. I am even more famous than the Tournament in itself."

He sounded like an arrogant git, but that was what he wanted. No one talked for a moment, Harry's little speech sinking into their heads. However, the silence was broken by a thundering laugh coming from the door. It seemed that Professor Moody just entered and found Harry very funny.

"The lad is right, why would he want that. My guess is that someone wanted Potter to compete, maybe hoping that he wouldn't make it. The issue here is that not everyone could achieve that. It requires an amount of power students don't have."

That sounds about right, maybe another of Voldemort's plan. What a pain, can't he leave me alone for one year?

"Anyway, if you don't find a way to not let him compete, Durmstrang will not compete. We will not accept such fraud, to rise Hogwarts chance of winning." Karkaroff said.

"Stop trying to look dumber than you already are Karkaroff." The latter looked scandalized by Moody's words. "You know very well that after being chosen by the Goblet of Fire, one is magically bonded by a contract. There are no way out, be it for Potter or for you. But if you want to risk your champion's magic, be my guest and leave."

That piece of information made Harry fall in despair. He had no way out according to Moody, and if he did not compete, he would lose his magic.

"Alastor." Said Dumbledore warningly. "As he was saying, I fear that there is no way out for young Harry, and as you might have understood by his little outburst, he is the first to be unhappy about it. Do I have to recall you that he is fourteen, and is at a disadvantage, having to compete with three wizards of age. If someone present have any alternative, be my guest."

No one talked, who find a solution when even Albus Dumbledore did not have one.

"Now, about the first task, gentlemen." He said, looking at Bagman and Crouch.

"Yeah the instructions, you are right." Bagman rubbed his hands together. "Barty, if you please."

Crouch seemed to come out of some deep thinking.

"Yes, the first task…"

He walked up near the fire, so all the champions could hear him. Harry thought something was wrong with him, something else that his obvious lack of sleep. He had some trace of magic on him, Harry was sure he felt that before. Not able to remember, he told himself that he would investigate later on.

"The first task will be held the twenty-fourth of November. It will be testing your courage, as it is for a wizard, a very important quality to have. In order to do this, we are not going to tell you what the task is. You will discover it the D-day."

He look really sick, it can't be just the lack of sleep. I've had that before, and I didn't look like that. Even Professor Dumbledore is looking at him with worry. Did something happen between the World Cup and now?

He then told them that they could not ask nor accept any aid from the teacher for this task. Furthermore, for the task, they could only have their wand. He also informed them that they would be exempted of end-of-year tests.

Crouch excused himself, and refused the Headmaster invitation to stay at Hogwarts. Everyone started to leave one by one. When only Hogwarts staff and students were left, Dumbledore sighed put his hands on both of the champions shoulders.

"I think it is time for you to get back to your dormitories. I am sure your comrades are all waiting for you."

They both walked into the Hogwarts corridors in silence for a while. When it was time for Cedric to go his own way, he surprised Harry.

"It must be hard for you, last year the dementors, and now that." Harry was honestly stunned, he did not think Cedric would believe him. He should at least hate him for stealing the spotlight. "Don't look at me like that, what you said actually made sense, you don't need more fame. Plus, Dumbledore believe you, so who am I to contradict him. Don't hesitate to ask me for help. Good night!"

Harry did not know what to say, In the room with everyone, he acted like he was not really touched by all this situation, but he actually was. So, Cedric's words really moved him.

"Thank you Cedric, and good night."

He watched Cedric leave until he could not see nor hear him anymore. Then he started walking towards Gryffindor's tower, thinking about his friends. Would they believe him, without Dumbledore's support? He doubted the Headmaster would make an announcement about him. So, everyone still thought he cheated his way into the Tournament.

At least his best friends should trust him, it was them three against Hogwarts like back in second year. He laughed as he remembered how it felt to have everyone's hateful eyes on him. It was quite the change compared to what he knew before in the Wizarding World.

His steps led him to the Fat Lady's portrait before he even realized it. He hesitated before telling the password, not really sure if he wanted to go in right now. His hesitation let the time for a women to visit the fat lady. Harry recognized her, it was a portrait that was in the room where the champions were. She was telling the Fat Lady that Harry was the second Hogwarts' champion.

This whole castle is a freaking gossip. That's insane, can someone have some privacy in this school?

Harry sighed and gave the password to the Fat Lady, nothing good will come if he stay here, better face what is to come.

Whatever he was thinking, he was wrong. The Common Room looked ready to explode. Everyone was cheering for him. Harry was dumbfounded, he was waiting for everyone to look at him badly, or even insult him because he was chosen. Fred and George looked absolutely delighted that he got chosen, saying that it was better than have Cedric to represent Hogwarts.

Even Angelina, who had put her name in the Goblet, said she was happy that a Gryffindor was picked, even if it was not her. Of course, Harry tried to say that he had nothing to do with his name coming out of the Goblet, but no one was listening to him, they preferred to congratulate him. Harry quickly gave up, no one was in his right mind now, maybe tomorrow he could try to clear the mess, but now he decided to leave the party, pretexting to be tired. The twins seemed to catch up and escorted him to his dorms.

"Who dares to cut the path of our Great Champion?"

"Lowly peasants, clear the way before his Majesty."

When he finally entered his dorm, he found no one. Which was weird because Ron was definitely not downstairs like the rest of his comrades. He looked at his best friend's bed and saw the curtains of his four-poster bed were closed. He must be sleeping, maybe I should wait tomorrow to talk to him.

And that is what he did. Harry went to his bed, closed the curtains, and like every night, he started his meditation.

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The next morning, Harry was up at lunchtime. His head still full of what happened yesterday. He still hoped that it was all a dream, and that the champions would be chosen today. However, Sadye who was here through all of it, and somehow guessed what he was hoping, told him that it was not a dream and that he should multiply his effort during his training to be able to survive. The fact that his snake was so calm, helped Harry to not be overly stressed.

Harry went to shower and found out that Ron was not in his bed anymore, which was weird because Ron always slept more than Harry. Even more on a Sunday. Harry thought maybe Ron was too hungry and wanted to eat and did not wait for him. A little voice in his head was taunting him, maybe Ron believed that he put his name in the Goblet and was angry at him. He quickly discarded that thought, not willing to be even more depressed.

He walked out of his dorm and found himself face-to-face with Hermione who was looking at him with a shy expression, and a toast in her hand that she had enveloped in a napkin.

"Hello." She said as she offered him the toast. "Could we talk?" She looked tense, the conversation that would arise was bound to be serious. Harry knew that because every time she had that expression on her face, a serious talk would ensue.

He thanked her for the toast and told her to wait until they went somewhere more private. Which they did. He lead her where Daphne had led him some weeks ago, behind the huge rock that was near the lake. The Durmstrang ship was sailed in that lake so it made the spot even more hidden, the only issue was that some of the Durmstrang student could see them if they were in the ship. But Harry did not mind. To be honest, he didn't care about some students he would only see for a year or less.

"Wow, what a good spot. I did not even know it was here." Hermione said as they sat down.

"Yeah I know, it was the same for me before Daphne and Astoria took me here back then." He smiled, thinking back of how the sisters tried to retrieve information out of him. "No one comes here, it's a good spot if you're in need of some privacy."

"So, I guess you want to talk about what happened yesterday?"

She nodded. Harry could understand, she did not say anything to him. No futile congratulations, no 'liar', nothing. She was just asking for an explanation, that was the Hermione he knew, and honestly, that is how he liked his best friend.

He started to explain everything that happened yesterday, not omitting anything. He did not want her to not trust him. He was relieved when she said to him that she believed him.

"I mean, I know you. You would never do something to attract attention to you. That's not who you are." She said. "Did Professor Dumbledore say something about who it was?"

"No, he was to busy trying to make everyone believe me." Harry pondered if the Headmaster felt guilty for what happened in his office back then. Would he still have helped him if that did not happen?

Of course, silly, it's Professor Dumbledore we're talking about.

"But it doesn't take to be Dumbledore to know who did that, or rather who orchestrated it." He looked at Hermione in the eyes, and saw that she reached the same conclusion he did. "Voldemort."

They both stayed silent for a moment, thinking of the implication of that conclusion. It meant either Voldemort wanted him to die in one of the task, or he planned something else. Harry did not think Voldemort would try to kill him, it was never his plan in the previous years. His main goal was always to find a way to 'live again'. Unicorn blood, Philosopher's Stone and the diary were means for Voldemort to come back.

"So, where's Ron?" Asked Harry not willing to dwell on such dark thoughts anymore. "I woke up too late, and he was not in the dorm?"

Hermione fidgeted, she looked uneasy, and her eyes felt on the grass once again. She knows something I don't, and I'm not going to like it seeing how agitated she has become when I mentioned Ron's name.

"Well… You know how he is…"

"Let me guess, he thinks I put my name in the Goblet, and is angry about that?"

"Uh, he is angry, but I'm sure he doesn't really think that." She wriggled her hands together, her situation was not an easy one. One of her best friends was angry at the other one, so Harry did not push the matter further. He would talk to privately to Ron when—

"Harry! I did not think I'd see you here, we were looking for you." Astoria's voice came from behind him. "Oh sorry, am I interrupting something?"

Both Astoria and Daphne were coming their way, it seemed that they were so engrossed with their thoughts that they did not notice them before. Astoria looked as cheerful as usual where Daphne looked as cold as she always was. There was no way for Harry to determine if they thought he was a cheat or something among the lines.

"No don't worry we were done. Sorry for using your spot guys, we wanted to talk privately, I hope you don't mind." He said as they came to sit beside them.

The scene looked quite awkward to be honest. Hermione told him what happened when she saw him at the infirmary, and she did not speak to the sisters beyond that. The fact that Daphne had her stony face on did not help.

"It's okay, it's also your spot now." Astoria turned to Hermione. "You're Hermione Granger right? Daphne told me about you, you're the best students in your year aren't you?"

Hermione was always weak to compliment, so her face became bright red as she nodded. Harry remembered last year when Sirius told her she was the brightest witch of her generation. She was over the moon for the whole week.

Just like that, they started talking and enjoying their Saturday. Astoria helped a lot with the atmosphere being the one who led the conversations. It was weird because she was the youngest here, she was not intimidated at all. Her sister for her part did not talk at all. It was weird, usually even if she was not the most talkative, she still said some things from time to time. But today, nothing. Not a word, not a smile, she just sat here with her inexpressive face.

"Did you really put your name in?" Daphne suddenly asked, interrupting the ongoing conversation.

I guess it's time. It was weird that Astoria didn't ask anything with how curious she is. At least Daphne asked if I did it, not like the whole Gryffindor's house.

Then Harry embarked himself in another explanation about what happened yesterday. He told them everything, only omitting the part about Voldemort and his possible part in the plot to get him in the tournament. When he was done, he did not look at them, like he did not look at Hermione when explained to her. He was not sure he would be able to handle it if they did not believe him. Not after Ron.

"Okay, now what were we talking about?" Astoria ended the suspense and resumed her conversation with Hermione.

A hand made its way to Harry shoulder when he was still thinking about how fast Astoria believed him. It smelled like lavender and gooseberry. It was Daphne's hand, and when he looked at her, she surprisingly had a little frown on her face looking worried.

What in the world is happening right now?

"Are you okay?" She whispered to him.

Harry's mind just froze, her two cobalt blue irises focused on him. He did not know how to react, that was the first time a girl was worried about him like that, except of course Hermione and her bone-crushing hugs. But it was definitely different, he was at ease with Hermione, but now with Daphne so close to him, he was feeling dizzy.

"Ugh… Yeah yeah, I'm okay, I guess?" Harry managed to say.

He looked at her hands on his shoulder, it was really small compared to his own. The little tan she had earlier this year totally disappeared, so her hand was white, and her nails shined. He heard of that, it was a sort of make up that made fingernails look natural. He was so enthralled by her hand that he did not notice that Hermione and Astoria had finished their conversation and were looking at him with smirk on their faces.

Harry was brought back to reality when Daphne suddenly retracted her hand. Only then he saw that the two other girls were looking at him, and his face temperature instantly rose to an extreme level. He was sure he was bright red right now. And that theory was confirmed when Astoria and Hermione started laughing. He looked at Daphne, his face still flushed, and remarked that she hid her face behind her blond hair.

"Ugh, I have got to talk with Ron." He said as he stood up. "Bye!"

He felt a little bad letting Hermione alone with people she did not really know, but he reassured himself saying it was a revenge for mocking him. She would have to suffer awkwardness now that he was not here anymore.

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Harry looked absolutely everywhere, but did not find Ron. He then decided to go all out and use the Marauders' Map. He looked at the map for some time before finally finding Ron, he was in the kitchen, alone.

Harry walked towards the kitchen quietly, but even like that all the eyes were turned towards him. Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw students were all glaring at him. He could hear some of them calling him all sorts of names along the lines of cheat. He tried to not pay any attention to them, still thinking about how he could convince Ron to believe him.

When he finally arrived in the kitchen, he was welcomed by an elf he knew well.

"Harry Potter, sir!" He called loudly, making Ron turn his head toward the entrance where Harry stood.

When he saw him, Ron got on his feet and go out before Harry could say anything. So, he's avoiding me, huh. I guess it's how it goes…

Harry tried to act as if nothing happened, but the tears were giving a hard times to his eyes. He sat in a chair that Dobby conjured and asked quietly for something to eat. Dobby must have figured out that he was in a bad mood because he did not try to engage some conversation with him and just prepared him something to eat.

Harry stayed here for a long time before he finally had the will to get up and leave. He decided to go in the Chamber to lash out all his emotions. Again, he first looked at the map to see if anyone was near the entrance. Great.

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Harry must have been in the Chamber for two or three hours. At first he just sat against one of the pillar and started thinking about his friendship with Ron.

He always knew the latter was always easy to anger, but that was one of the thing he liked about his friend. He was honest and his emotion always showed on his face. However, he never thought for a second that he would leave like that, last year he got injured because of him, the previous year he followed him in the Forbidden Forest even though he was afraid of spiders. And in first year he sacrificed himself to help Harry go further. Harry considered him like his brother at this point, but it seemed that it was not reciprocal, not anymore at least.

Harry sighed after a moment and decided moping time was over. If Ron wanted to ignore him, so be it. He was not going to go after him again, he had his pride after all. He tried once to make the first step, there will not be a second time.

Now time for some training. He thought as he got on his feet.

He had read about some summoning spell, it was one they would soon learn with Professor Flitwick, but Harry wanted to master it now. Who knows, he might need it for the tournament.

"Serpensortia."

A snake appeared and Harry told him to wait at the opposite pillar. He didn't use Sadye for two reason. First he was hunting, he said that it was a good way to hone his instincts. Second, even if he was here, he was not sure magic worked on him. From what Sadye said, he was a magical snake, so apart from his invisibility he had other capacity not known yet.

Harry thought that if he wanted to master the spell, better going all out and try to summon it from far away instead of being close to him. He remembered that the incantation was 'Accio' but was not limited to that, to summon a specific object the book said that you must recite its name after the spell. Harry found that really ridiculous, what if one is in a situation where he does not know what the object is called? Does it mean that the spell is useless unless you know the exact name of something?

That's absurd, maybe it's something to help focus yourself on what you want to summon. Wait a minute, I'm sure I saw Mrs. Weasley use that spell back then. Of course, it was on the twins, to summon what was in their pocket! I'm sure she just said the spell, nothing else, and even if she did, she did not know what was in their pocket. She must have focused on summoning what was in their pocket. Yeah, that must be how it works.

For the remaining time he stayed in the Chamber, Harry casted the spell so much time that his arm was sore from brandishing his wand. Now I understand why Chaos said wand were something useless, I really should try harder achieving it. But as he said, the first step is the silent casting, and I'm nowhere near being able to do it. At least now I've mastered the 'Accio' spell, I know the exact amount of power I should use. The only thing I'm not sure about is whether I need to use more strength if I use it for a heavier object.

Harry wanted to test it on the Basilisk, but he quickly disregarded that thought, if the Basilisk came at him at the same speed as the smaller snake, he would die crushed by that monstruous carcass. So, he decided to go back to his dorm to take a shower, and try to find an object suitable for his experimentation.

It was already dark outside the castle, Harry must have been down there for a long time. But from what he saw on the Marauder's map, people were not in the Great Hall yet. They could have already been done, but he did not think he was training for that long.

Fortunately, there were not a lot of students roaming in the hallway, so he was spared the stares and insults he would otherwise have received.

After his shower, he was accosted by Hermione who asked him where he went. He explained her how it happened, or rather how nothing happened with Ron. She looked sad for him, he knew it also bothered her, because now they were no longer a trio. If she wanted to spend some time with one of them, the other would not be here anymore. And that hurt her, he could see it in her eyes.

"Come on, I'm famished, let's have dinner." He said, not willing to think about it anymore.

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As the days passed, Harry was even more disgusted by Hogwarts' students. The Hufflepuff he could understand, even the Slytherin to a certain point. They were just looking for a way to bother him, he was used to this. But for even the Ravenclaw to mock, insult and sometimes try to hex him when no one was looking, it was the last straw of Harry patience.

If any of those git try his luck with me I swear not even Hermione could stop me from retaliating. And Snape. I should never have said that during one lesson he was not that bad, it's like he's trying to make up for that. I can't remember a day when he tortured me like that. What a git.

Hermione was trying her best not to let Harry explode, she was telling him that they were not worth the time, that all they wanted was for him to retaliate and be punished. She also made him write a letter to Sirius to explain him the situation here in Hogwarts. The only good thing that happened to him was the praise coming from Professor Flitwick when he showed off his summoning spell.

His good mood was of course short, the next lesson was double Potion with the Slytherin. When he and Hermione arrived in front of the dungeon, talking about what could possibly be the First Task, a large crowd of Slytherin were also waiting here. Harry noticed that Daphne was with her friend Tracey Davies, her eyes on the other Slytherin with an expression of clear disgust on her face.

That's weird. She doesn't usually show that much emotion. Did something happen?

And something did. Apparently the students were all wearing a sort of badge, similar to the S.P.E.W. ones. When he was close enough, he could finally read what was written on them.

"SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY THE REAL HOGWARTS CHAMPION!"

"Look Potter, you'll love what happens next." Draco Malfoy said as loudly as he could. It seemed that even though he wanted to ignore that git, he did not let Harry breath. Maybe he was in love? Then Malfoy pressed his finger on the badge and the writing changed.

"POTTER STINKS."

The crowd howled with laughter starting to press their badge too. Harry was angry, he was so flustered that he did not manage to say a single word. Harry saw Ron against a wall, accompanied by Dean and Seamus. They did not have a badge, nor did they laugh.

"What an imaginative way to show how stupid you are." Hermione said sarcastically to Malfoy and his goons.

"Oh, don't be mad Granger, I have one right here for you." He tossed a badge on the floor. "Go on, it's on the floor, just like you should be stupid Mudblood."

Harry saw red. Within a fraction of a second his wand was on his hand, and he used the only spell he had in his head right now, the summoning spell. Malfoy came flying towards him at high speed. If he was not as angry as he was, Harry could have savored the terrified face Malfoy had. However, anger was still raging inside him, he wanted Malfoy to suffer, so he pointed his wand at the ground and Draco was smashed into it.

"That's where YOU belong, don't you dare forget it." Harry said in a restrained voice.

his anger has subsided a bit, and he remarked that the corridor was now quiet. No one made a single move, every pair of eyes was directed at him. The only sounds that could be heard were Malfoy's moans.

"Densaugeo." A feminine voice resounded. It was Pansy Parkinson.

Harry's reflexes as a seeker were the only thing that allowed him to dodge the curse that flew towards him. Unfortunately, Hermione was behind him, still in shock from what just happened. She received the spell in her face, and the effect were instantaneous.

"Hermione!"

Ron hurried to her side to see if she was okay. It seemed like the curse was making her front teeth grow in a terrific speed. Hermione panicked and let out a terrified cry. Harry wanted to retaliate against Parkinson, but the moment he wanted to draw his wand again, a cold voice came from behind them.

"What is all that noise about?" Said Snape.

The Slytherin crowd started to talk all at the same time, making a buzzing voice where nothing could be understood. Snape raised his hand to silence them and pointed a finger to Pansy Parkinson so she would talk.

"That's Potter, sir. He made Draco like that." She pointed Malfoy who was still groaning, facing the ground. "He didn't even say a spell."

Huh? What does she mean? How could I use silent casting just like that?

"Crabbe, Goyle, take him to the infirmary, now."

Harry tried to remember what just happened, but had nor recollection about saying the spell verbally.

Not now I should focus on what is happening before me.

"Look what she did to Hermione, sir." Harry said calmly, he knew being angry did not work with Snape, that's what he was waiting for.

The potion teacher looked at Hermione for a second. She was still trying to cover her growing teeth, but Ron did his best to show what was happening to Snape.

The latter looked at her coldly and said. "I see no difference."

Most of the Slytherin exploded in laughter, while Hermione started running. Probably on her way to the infirmary.

Harry was angry, even more than when Malfoy said the M-word to Hermione. The air was buzzing around his ears and his hands were trembling. He was so angry, he did not hear Ron shouting from the bottom of his lung, insulting Snape with words that Molly Weasley would never allow under her roof.

At first Snape was looking at Ron calmly, maybe waiting for him to be done so he could punish him. However, he started feeling something Dumbledore felt before. Ozone. And just like him he wondered how he cold feel something that was supposed to be a smell. All of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain coming from his leg and fell on the floor.

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Albus Dumbledore was on of the most respected wizard in the world. Not only because of his victory against Grindelwald, but also because of his genius that was said to be unmatched. However, someone like him had issues from time to time. He usually did not dwell too much on his problem, thinking that with time, it would go better. But this time, the issue was not concerning him, it concerned Harry Potter.

He thought about it the whole night, and the only way Harry's name got out of the Goblet, was because Tom managed to get a spy at Hogwarts. Dumbledore trusted his fellow professor with all his heart. The only new addition to the teaching staff was a longtime friends that would never submit to Tom. He had his suspicions on Bartemius Crouch. He was acting weirdly, as if he was not himself. He had never seen Crouch in such a bad shape before, even when he condemned his son to Azkaban.

A strange feeling interrupted his thoughts. As if something was gathering in a place not too far. Magic. He thought, it should not be weird to see magic gathering in Hogwarts. It was a magical school after all. However, the magic he was feeling now was bigger than what he had felt before in Hogwarts, and it seemed to emanate from only one person. He knew it because the magic was uniform. He was sure he remembered that feeling from somewhere, and at the same time it was different.

Ozone? Don't tell me…

With an agility no one would think a man of his age had, Dumbledore get on his feet, and ran out of his office, tracking the source of that magic, hoping it was not what he was fearing.

The magic eruption came from the dungeon, a quick thought about which classes Severus was supposed to teach now, made Albus sure that what he feared had occurred. Again.

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