The next morning, Harry did not want to go down to the great hall. Astra came up with the idea of eating in the kitchens, with the house elves, but Hermione didn't like being to the kitchen.

Now Harry, Ron, Hermione, Astra, Heather, and Dobby, sat on the floor outside the kitchen entrance and ate. Winky, who had hesitantly accepted the invitation to join them, sat with them but did not eat. Starbeam stood beside Astra, drinking from a bowl of milk.

Harry explained what happened, and how he did not put his name in the goblet of fire.

"Well, of course, I knew you hadn't entered yourself," Hermione said. "The look on your face when Dumbledore read out your name! But the question is, who did put it in? Because Moody's right Harry … I don't think any student could have done it … they'd never be able to fool the Goblet, or get over Dumbledore's protections."

"An older student could have done it," Harry said, "but I don't know why. Maybe Snape."

"Why would Snape do it?" Astra asked, alarmed.

"Snape's just never liked me. You're probably right though. He probably wouldn't go that far."

Harry was not really sure of that, but he figured Astra would not understand. She was a Malfoy, so Professor Snape was probably nice to her. Apparently he had even been making her Wolfbane potion for over a year, although he was probably paid to do that.

"Hey Ron, are you okay?" Harry asked. Harry had been trying to be more sensitive toward Ron, ever since he found out that Ron was upset about Scabber's, and he noticed that Ron look upset right now.

"I know it's not your fault, but I'm jealous that you always get the glory. Nobody ever notices me. They just notice you, and sometimes my siblings."

"Well I'm jealous that you have a loving family, and you don't get unwanted attention."

"I'm sorry Harry," Ron said.

There was a moment of silence. Hermione looked at Winky. "Are you alright Winky? You're not eating."

"Winky will not eat with the humans," she said.

"Why not?" Hermione said.

"It's okay. At least she's willing to hang out with us," Astra said.

Hermione sighed, and looked over to Harry. "Harry, you should write to Sirius."

"About what?"

"You've got to tell him what's happened. He asked you to keep him posted on everything that's going on at Hogwarts … it's almost like he expected something like this to happen. I brought some parchment and a quill with me."

"Come off it," Harry said. He looked around, to make sure there was still nobody else around. "He came back to the country just because my scar twinged. He'll probably come bursting right into the castle if I tell him someone's entered me for the Triwizard Tournament -"

"He'd want you to tell him," said Hermione sternly. "He's going to find out anyway -"

"How?"

"Harry, this isn't going to be kept quiet," said Hermione, very seriously. "This tournaments famous, and you're famous, I'll be really surprised if there isn't anything in the Daily Prophet about you competing … you're already in half the books about You-Know-Who, you know … and Sirius would rather hear it from you. I know he would."

"She's probably right about that," Ron said.

Astra nodded in agreement.

"OK, OK, I'll write to him," said Harry. He looked at Ron. "May I use Pigwidgeon? He told me not to use Hedwig again."

"Sure," Ron said.

Hermione handed Harry the parchment and quill.

He took them, and then looked at Astra.

"Would you mind if I include the fact that you're a werewolf."

"Have lycanthropy," Ron corrected.

Harry was confused by that, but Astra looked at Ron and smiled.

"Fine, have lycanthropy?"

"I guess that would be alright." Astra said.

"Who's Sirius?" Dobby asked.

Heather looked like she wanted to know too.

Harry was confused that Dobby would not have heard of Sirius Black, but then he realized that Dobby probably thought Sirius was a criminal, and presumed that they were referring to a different wizard named Sirius.

Hermione began the explanation, while Harry began writing the letter.

Astra and Heather sat across from Ron, who explained why Hermione ended up having her teeth cursed, and had to go to the hospital wing. It all sounded rather idiotic to Astra.

When Harry showed up, he sat down next to Ron. "Hey Ron," Harry said, "Olivander examined our wands. Fleur's wand had a Veela hair, which she said was from her grandmother, so she must be part-Veela."

Ron smirked. There was a moment of silence, and then Ron looked at Heather. "Hey Heather, are you part-Veela too?" he asked.

Heather looked confused, and so did Astra.

"But, she's a muggle-born," Astra said.

"Heather has a mild version of the alluring effect that Fleur does, but it doesn't look like it's mild for the first and second year boys."

"He has a point," Harry said.

Heather sat there, in stunned silence, with a look of terror on her face.

Astra was concerned by Heather's reaction, but she was not surprised. When she had explained what a Veela was, Heather had said that it sounded kind of like a curse.

"Being Veela is genetic, and she's a muggle-born," Astra said.

"I'm not even a muggle-born," Heather said, and the moment she said it she looked even more horrified then she did before. She looked around, as though making sure no one else heard, and it did not look like anybody did.

"What are you?" asked Astra.

"I'm a muggle," she whispered.

Astra, Harry, and Ron all stared at her in shock.

"I have a pet unicorn," she said, "who is magical and invisible to everyone except me. He's done magic around me so much, that I was mistaken for a witch. Most people don't notice, because he figured out how to channel magic through my wand."

Harry thought about the imaginary friend he used to have, when he was little. The Dursley's used to tease him about it, and then his friend left. It was not until he was gone that Harry realized that the Dursley's were right that he was imaginary. Harry had not told Heather this, because he remembered how humiliated he had felt, and Heather was older then Harry had been so it would probably be even more humiliating.

That evening, Harry and Ron were headed upstairs, to the Gryffindor boys dormitories.

"Hey, Harry," a familiar voice called.

Harry turned around to see Astra and Starbeam.

"Harry, since you can't use Hedwig anyway, could I borrow her?" Astra asked.

"What for?"

"I wrote Heather's family a letter."

"Good idea, although Heather might get suspicious when my owl gives you a reply."

"True. Draco usually lets me use his owl, but I've only even done that for writing home."

"What if you just use Hedwig, but you add a P.S. at the end, asking them to address a reply to Harry?" Ron suggested.

"Good idea," Astra said. "Is that alright Harry."

"Yes."

"Great," Astra said, turning around and heading down the stairs. Starbeam followed.

Harry and Ron went to their dormitory, where they found Pigwidgeon waiting for them.