Chapter 38 – A party to remember
Later that day, Rigel was a flurry of action, his mind a whirlwind of plans and strategies. With the determination that marked many of his endeavours, he reached out to several members of the Hogwarts Board of Governors, leveraging the considerable cache of favours amassed by the Black family over the years. His request was specific and urgent: a grand celebration to honour the recent successes of Hogwarts. The event, he insisted, should span multiple days and, most crucially, include invitations for both the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress. Rigel knew that with McGonagall away at the celebration, his plans would face fewer obstacles.
As he laid the groundwork for the upcoming event, Rigel's thoughts shifted to the next critical element of his plan: the alcohol. Being of legal age, he had no trouble procuring spirits for the party. He and Daphne huddled together, their heads bowed over a growing list. It began with their personal favourites: a robust Firewhisky for Rigel, which he claimed warmed him from the inside out, and an earthy Nettle Wine for Daphne, whose taste she described as both sharp and comforting. Their list expanded to include a variety of wines, whiskies, and meads, each selection made with careful consideration. For those desiring lighter fare, they added beer and butterbeer, ensuring there would be something for everyone.
Once satisfied with their extensive inventory, Rigel summoned Kreacher. The aged house-elf appeared with a soft pop, his eyes wide and attentive. Rigel handed him the list, his voice low and firm. "We need these for a party, Kreacher. Enough to last several days. Store them in our room at Black Castle for now." His gaze held Kreacher's, emphasising the gravity of his next words. "And Kreacher, this is a secret. Not a word to Father or Grandmother."
Kreacher nodded, his eyes briefly scanning the list before he vanished with another pop, leaving Rigel and Daphne in the quiet room. All that remained now was to await a response from the Board of Governors. If all went according to plan, their party would soon be the talk of the wizarding world.
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The weeks at Hogwarts seemed to fly by, punctuated by the excitement of Quidditch matches. Ravenclaw faced Hufflepuff in a game that showcased skill and strategy, but it was the match between Beauxbatons and Durmstrang that truly captured the school's attention. The game was a nail-biter, with Durmstrang clinching a narrow victory. The excitement from the match lingered in the air, a buzz of conversation filling the halls of Hogwarts.
In the midst of this bustling activity, Rigel received the news he had been waiting for. His contacts on the Board of Governors confirmed that the celebration for the success of Hogwarts was set for the 24th of March, stretching until the 26th. Both the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress had accepted the invitations, leaving the school open for their secret party. A subtle smile played on Rigel's lips as he discreetly passed a note to the Weasley twins during breakfast, informing them of the date. The next challenge was to spread the word to the other houses without attracting unwanted attention.
For Ravenclaw, Luna, though not the most popular, had a way of spreading information discreetly. However, Hufflepuff presented a challenge, as they had no direct contacts there. Rigel's mind raced as he contemplated various strategies to ensure the Hufflepuffs were also in the loop.
Meanwhile, Harry observed the changes in himself and his peers, largely thanks to the duelling lessons from Mad-Eye Moody. Everyone was improving significantly; even Neville had overcome much of his social anxiety, his confidence growing with each lesson. It was clear that Moody, as Tonks had once told Harry, was an exceptional teacher.
During their next duelling lesson in the Great Hall, Moody announced a change in their training. "Until now, we've focused on individual strength," he barked, his magical eye whirling. "Today, we start team exercises. Remember, in a real battle, you're more likely to fight in groups than one-on-one."
He proposed they duel in pairs, introducing a new dimension to their regular training. "Potter, Greengrass, Davis, Granger," Moody called out, focusing on the four students, "you four are the most advanced in this class. I want you to demonstrate first." He paused, his magical eye scanning each of them. "Remember, constant vigilance is even more crucial in team battles."
He then assigned their pairings, his voice authoritative. "Potter, you're paired with Davis. Granger, you're with Greengrass. Take your positions and show us how well you can coordinate and adapt in a team duel."
Tracey moved to Harry's side, a playful glint in her eye, while Hermione joined Daphne, her expression one of focused determination. The pairs faced each other, wands at the ready, the air thick with anticipation as they prepared for a new kind of challenge.
Harry and Tracey, standing side by side, shared a quick, knowing glance, an unspoken strategy forming between them. As Moody gave the signal, they sprang into action, wands at the ready. "Stupefy!" Harry shouted, a jet of red light shooting towards their opponents. Tracey followed suit, her voice sharp as she cast, "Expelliarmus!"
Hermione and Daphne, poised and ready, countered with practised ease. "Protego!" Hermione's voice rang clear, a shimmering shield materialising in front of them, deflecting Harry's Stunning Spell. Daphne, with a swift, elegant motion, added, "Protego!" creating a barrier that absorbed Tracey's Disarming Spell.
The duel escalated quickly, spells flying back and forth in a mesmerising dance of light and magic. Harry, feeling the rush of adrenaline, cast "Impedimenta!" sending a burst of energy to slow down their movements. Tracey, her eyes alight with excitement, followed up with "Incarcerous!", conjuring ropes that shot towards Hermione and Daphne.
Hermione, her wand movements precise, countered with "Incendio!" burning the ropes to ash. Daphne, seizing the moment, retaliated with a well-timed "Flipendo!" sending a forceful blast towards Harry and Tracey, causing them to stagger momentarily.
Despite this, Harry and Tracey maintained their offensive. "Petrificus Totalus!" Harry bellowed, aiming for a full-body bind. Tracey complemented this with a "Confundo!", hoping to add confusion to their assault. The air crackled with the energy of their spells, the Great Hall echoing with the sounds of their duel.
Hermione and Daphne, ever vigilant, raised their wands in unison. "Protego Maxima!" they chorused, creating a formidable barrier that absorbed the barrage of spells. Their counter was swift, with Daphne whispering "Glacius!", turning the floor beneath Harry and Tracey's feet into a sheet of slippery ice.
The intensity of the duel was palpable, each spell cast with precision and power. Harry and Tracey, with a final coordinated effort, launched a duo of spells, "Stupefy!" and "Bombarda!", the latter creating a loud explosion that echoed throughout the hall. This final push proved too much for Hermione and Daphne's defences, and they were forced out of the duelling area, signalling the end of the intense and spellbinding duel. Harry and Tracey stopped, panting heavily, grins spreading across their faces.
Mad-Eye Moody clapped his hands in approval. "Well done on the offensive, Potter, Davis," he barked, but his tone soon turned stern. "Remember, in a real battle, there's no ring-out. Your goal should be to disarm or incapacitate your opponent, not just push them back."
He then explained his rationale for the pairings. "Potter and Davis, you both have aggressive styles. You prefer to overwhelm and force the defensive. Granger and Greengrass, on the other hand, take a calculated approach, staying on the defensive until the right moment presents itself."
Moody's gaze swept over the students. "But every strategy has its weaknesses. An overly aggressive approach can deplete your magical core quickly, and it's easier to fall into traps. A defensive strategy, while thoughtful, can lead to inaction. If your opponent knows what openings you're waiting for, they can bait and counter you effectively."
His words left an impact on the students, each of them pondering their own styles and how they could improve. Harry glanced at Tracey, then at Daphne and Hermione, a newfound respect for each of their approaches growing within him.
As the duellists caught their breath, Moody's voice boomed across the Great Hall, capturing their attention. "That was a good display of individual skills, but remember, battles are rarely one-on-one. In a real fight, you're part of a team, and your success depends on how well you can work together."
He paced in front of them, his magical eye swivelling to keep all four in view. "Potter, Davis, you both have a natural inclination for offence. You're aggressive, which is good for overwhelming opponents. But in a team, it's not just about attacking. It's about synchronising your attacks with your partner's movements."
Moody turned to Hermione and Daphne. "Granger, Greengrass, you're more calculated, preferring a strategic and defensive approach. In a team, your role isn't just to defend yourselves but to cover for your partner's weaknesses. Anticipate where they might be exposed and be ready to step in."
He clapped his hands once, emphasising his point. "Remember, a team is only as strong as its weakest link. If one of you falls, it could compromise the entire strategy. You need to communicate, not with words, but with an understanding of each other's styles. Learn to read your partner's moves and adapt accordingly."
Moody, observing their initial performance, decided to switch up their pairings to better complement their fighting styles. "Davis, Granger, swap sides," he instructed, his voice carrying a note of challenge. As Tracey and Hermione moved to their new positions, Moody explained his strategy. "Potter, Davis, you both have an aggressive approach. I want you two to focus on the offence. But don't neglect your defence. Be ready to seize any opening, but avoid recklessness. Granger, Greengrass, you're more defensively inclined. Your task is to provide cover and look for counterattacking opportunities. This is about finding the right balance and supporting each other effectively."
He fixed them with a stern look. "This round, focus on teamwork. And remember, no hospital-wing-worthy spells. We're here to learn, not incapacitate each other."
With a round of nods from the students, Moody gave them the signal to begin. The students took their new positions, ready to put Moody's advice into practice and face the challenge of working in these new dynamics.
The air in the Great Hall was charged with magic, each spell cast by Harry and Hermione against Tracey and Daphne adding to the tension. Harry and Hermione, working in tandem, showcased an impressive offensive strategy. Harry's spells were sharp and direct, "Stupefy!" and "Impedimenta" shooting from his wand in quick succession, aiming to overpower their opponents. Hermione, with her characteristic precision, supported his attacks with strategic spells like "Expelliarmus" and "Incarcerous", attempting to disarm or bind their opponents.
Tracey and Daphne, however, were a formidable defensive duo. Tracey's quick reflexes and Daphne's strategic thinking complemented each other perfectly. As Harry's "Stupefy" spells zipped through the air, Tracey would swiftly dodge, barely avoiding the stunning beams. In the same moment, Daphne would raise a protective "Protego", deflecting Hermione's attempts at disarming them. They moved as one, Daphne anticipating where Tracey would be next, and Tracey trusting Daphne to have her back.
The duel became a breathtaking display of magical prowess and teamwork. Harry, realising the need for a change in tactics, whispered to Hermione, and they subtly shifted their strategy. Harry feinted with a "Stupefy", drawing Tracey's attention, while Hermione, seizing the moment, launched a "Petrificus Totalus" at Daphne. But Daphne was quick to react, countering with a "Finite", neutralising the spell before it could take effect.
The intensity grew as both pairs tried to outmanoeuvre each other. Harry and Hermione's combined offence was relentless, but Tracey and Daphne's synchronised defence created an almost impenetrable barrier. Each pair was acutely aware of their partner's movements, their spells intertwining in a dazzling display of light and power.
As the duel continued, the four of them pushed their magical abilities to the limit. Harry felt the strain of maintaining such a high level of offensive magic, his spells becoming slightly less sharp as the duel wore on. In contrast, Daphne, drawing on her bond with Rigel, still seemed to have reserves of energy, her spells as strong and precise as they had been at the start of the duel.
In this high-stakes magical battle, it was clear that teamwork and strategy were just as important as raw power. As they continued to duel, the four students demonstrated not only their individual strengths but also the power of working together, each pair complementing the other's style in a tense showdown.
Tracey, with her keen eye for opportunity, saw a gap in Hermione's defences. With a swift and precise "Stupefy!", she exploited the opening, and a beam of red light struck Hermione, causing her to crumple to the ground, effectively out of the duel.
Harry, who had greatly improved his ability to stay calm under pressure since the second task, quickly assessed the situation. He knew he had to act fast. With a deep breath to steady himself, he zeroed in on Tracey, identifying her as the vulnerable link in their defence.
In a swift and bold move, Harry closed the distance between them. He deflected a spell from Daphne with a well-timed "Protego", and before Tracey could react, he disarmed her with a sharp "Expelliarmus", followed by a quick "Stupefy". Tracey was hit by the stunning spell, falling beside Hermione, leaving Daphne as the sole standing opponent.
However, the continuous casting had taken its toll on Harry. His breaths were heavy, his movements slower, a clear sign of his dwindling magical reserves. Across from him, Daphne appeared remarkably composed, her magical energy seemingly unspent, likely bolstered by her bond with Rigel.
With a sense of urgency, Harry pushed his fatigue aside and launched into an all-out offensive. His spells, a mix of "Stupefy", "Impedimenta", and "Expelliarmus", came in rapid succession, each aimed to break through Daphne's steadfast defence. It was a gamble, but Harry knew it was his only chance.
The duel reached its climax as Harry, with a final burst of energy, managed to catch Daphne off guard. His "Stupefy" found its mark, and she too fell, leaving Harry the last one standing in the ring.
Exhausted, Harry dropped to his knees, the weight of the duel and his expended energy finally catching up to him. The Great Hall erupted in cheers and applause, the students impressed by the intensity and skill displayed in the duel. Moody's gruff voice joined in with a rare note of approval, acknowledging the extraordinary effort and skill Harry had demonstrated.
Surrounded by his stunned friends, Harry's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, the sounds of celebration echoing around him. Despite the exhaustion, a sense of accomplishment filled him; he had not only faced the challenge but had overcome it with determination and skill.
Mad-Eye Moody stepped into the ring, his gaze intense as he offered a hand to help Harry to his feet. Harry, still catching his breath, noticed an unusual depth in Moody's eyes, a fierce intensity that he couldn't quite decipher. Together, they revived Hermione, Tracey, and Daphne, each of them shaking off the effects of the stunning spells.
As the four friends took a moment to sit and recover, their attention was drawn to Moody, who began pairing up other students for duels. Harry found it fascinating to watch Moody's methodical approach, carefully balancing strengths and weaknesses among the pairs. It was a masterclass in strategy and understanding the dynamics of magical combat.
Once the lesson concluded, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Tracey, and Daphne left the Great Hall together. Outside, they found Rigel waiting for them. Rigel, upon noticing their presence, waved them over with a serious look on his face. "I've got something important to show you," he said, leading them towards his and Daphne's suite.
Once inside, Rigel handed a letter to Harry. "It's from Grandmother," he said, his tone indicating the significance of its contents.
Harry unfolded the letter and began to read aloud, his voice echoing slightly in the spacious room. "The third task... it's a maze. Filled with creatures, traps, and various obstacles. We need to find the Triwizard Cup hidden inside it. Whoever touches it first, wins."
The room buzzed with excitement and anxiety. Hermione immediately shifted to her analytical mode. "This means we need a comprehensive preparation plan. Creatures, spells, counter-curses..."
Tracey chimed in, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah, and we'll need to think about physical endurance too. A maze could be huge."
Daphne nodded, adding, "We also need to consider that this isn't just physical. It's mental and magical. The traps could be anything."
Neville, usually quiet, spoke up. "Do you think they might include magical creatures we've never seen before?"
Harry rubbed his chin, considering Neville's point. "Could be. We should prepare for the unknown as much as we can."
The mood shifted as Hermione's expression grew serious. "But there's something else we need to consider. Someone put Harry's name in that Goblet. This isn't just a competition; it's potentially dangerous."
Rigel leaned against the wall, his face thoughtful. "She's right. It's been too smooth. No accidents, no foul play during the tasks. It's suspicious."
Tracey frowned. "So, what are you saying? That this is some sort of trap?"
Hermione nodded solemnly. "Exactly. And we don't know what the endgame is."
Daphne crossed her arms. "But what can we do about it? We can't just pull Harry out of the tournament."
Harry sighed. "Hermione's right. We need to stay vigilant. But our immediate focus has to be on preparing for this task."
Rigel stepped forward, his tone resolute. "We'll do everything we can to keep you safe, Harry. We've got your back, no matter what."
The room filled with a sense of unity and determination. Despite the underlying concerns, they knew they had each other, and that was their greatest strength.
The group immediately began brainstorming about the potential challenges within the maze, but Harry's mind was elsewhere. As they discussed various magical creatures and enchantments they might face, Harry couldn't help but ponder the bigger question: Why was he entered into this tournament, and by whom? The lack of answers to these questions was troubling.
The next day, Rigel took on the task of spreading the word about the party. The event was set to begin shortly after McGonagall left the castle on the evening of the 24th. He had already informed Luna to pass the message to the Ravenclaws and Ernie MacMillan for the Hufflepuffs. It was now time to inform the Slytherins.
In the Slytherin common room, Rigel stood up, clearing his throat to gather everyone's attention. "Fellow Slytherins," he began, his voice carrying across the room, "as you all know, Hogwarts is currently leading the Triwizard Tournament, thanks to our champions. I'm organising a party to celebrate this achievement. It's set for the evening of the 24th. This party will take place in the Gryffindor Common Room and is open to students from all houses, making it the first ever Hogwarts-wide party."
Whispers and murmurs spread through the room, a mix of excitement and surprise at the announcement.
Rigel continued, "This isn't just a celebration. It's an opportunity to bridge the gaps between the houses. We're all part of Hogwarts, after all." This statement caused a louder buzz of murmurs, some in agreement, others in scepticism.
He concluded his speech with a firm tone, his eyes scanning the room, eventually resting on Draco Malfoy. "Attendance is optional, but I strongly discourage anyone from trying to report this. If I find out who does, and trust me, I will, they won't be treated kindly." The underlying threat in his words was clear, and the Slytherins knew Rigel was not one to make idle threats.
As Rigel stepped down, saying he hoped to see many of them there, the crowd began to disperse, a sense of anticipation in the air. It was evident that Rigel had firmly established himself at the top of the hierarchy within Slytherin House, and his words carried weight. The party was the talk of the common room, and it seemed that many were looking forward to it.
Daphne approached Rigel, a proud smile on her face, and gave him a quick, affectionate kiss. "You did great," she whispered.
Rigel returned her smile, but his attention soon shifted to Draco, who was preparing to leave the common room with Crabbe and Goyle in tow. Sensing an opportunity, Rigel began to walk towards them, Daphne following closely behind.
"Draco!" Rigel called out in a friendly tone, causing Draco to pause and turn around. "Will you be attending the party?"
Draco's face was an enigmatic mix of emotions, likely fear mingled with anger. His relationship with Rigel was complex, marked by a clear disdain for his cousin. Nevertheless, he replied with forced friendliness, "I'm not sure yet. A night in the Gryffindor Common Room isn't exactly my idea of fun, even to celebrate my cousin's success."
Rigel chuckled lightly. "I understand, Draco. But I do hope that one day we can bury the hatchet and start anew. It would mean a lot to me to see you and your friends there."
With a final nod and a wish for a good day, Rigel turned to leave the common room, Daphne at his side.
Once they were back in their suite, Daphne curiously asked, "What was that about with Draco?"
Rigel looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "The Malfoys are still an influential family. I think there's a chance Draco could become either a pawn or an ally in our larger plans."
Daphne smiled, understanding the deeper strategy. "That's a great idea. There's no need to make unnecessary enemies."
Rigel's smile widened. "That's what I love about you, Daphne. You always understand me."
In response, Daphne leaned in, and they shared a passionate, heartfelt snog, a moment of intimate connection amidst the intricate webs of their Hogwarts life.
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Harry lay in his bed, a sense of frustration enveloping him. Being back at Hogwarts was wonderful in many ways, but the nights were proving to be more challenging than he had expected. He had grown accustomed to sleeping beside Tracey – and it wasn't just about the physical intimacy. He missed waking up next to someone, the warmth of another person, the quiet conversations before they drifted off to sleep. It was a companionship he had come to cherish deeply.
But the reality of Hogwarts, with its rules strictly forbidding boys and girls from sharing rooms, made their situation difficult. Their dormitories were almost as far apart as possible within the castle, leaving Harry to grapple with the solitude of his own bed.
As he lay there, Harry's thoughts drifted to his brother, Rigel. He envied the personal suite Rigel shared with Daphne, a privilege of their betrothal. It seemed unfair to Harry, who couldn't act on his desires the same way. The frustration made him feel a twinge of jealousy towards his brother.
Harry's mind was a whirlpool of conflicting emotions, not just about his current situation but also about something his brother Rigel had announced at their last study session. A party was being planned, one to celebrate him and his brother for their performance in the Triwizard Tournament. The thought of it stirred a sense of unease in him.
Harry had never been one to seek the spotlight, and the idea of a party thrown in his honour, for something he had been unwillingly thrust into, was discomforting. He was being celebrated for excelling in a tournament he hadn't even wanted to be a part of. The irony of it was not lost on him.
Despite his reservations, Harry knew there was no escaping the upcoming event. All his friends, many students from all houses, in fact, would be attending. It wasn't just a celebration for him but a rare moment of unity for all the houses of Hogwarts. With a sigh, Harry acknowledged the inevitability of his attendance. He would have to find a way to navigate the attention, all while grappling with the complex feelings about his forced participation in the tournament.
As these thoughts mingled with his earlier frustrations, sleep eventually claimed him, though it was far from restful, filled with a mélange of anticipation and apprehension about the days to come.
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The next day, after classes, Harry and his friends gathered in the Room of Requirement for their usual study and training session. But today, something felt different, and Harry couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
The Room of Requirement, usually bustling with the energy of spells and lively discussions, felt oddly different that day. It was still early in their usual study and training schedule when Hermione, typically lost in a book or a complex spell, looked up and caught Daphne's eye.
"Maybe we should wrap up early today," Hermione suggested, her voice breaking the rhythm of their usual routine. The pages of her book fluttered as she closed it, an unusual decision given the time.
Daphne, in the middle of showing Neville a defensive spell, paused and nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me. Changing things up a bit could do us some good."
The group paused, their activities coming to a halt. Harry, halfway through casting a spell, lowered his wand, a look of surprise evident on his face. "That's unusual. Are you both sure? We've barely started."
Neville, who was diligently taking notes, looked up, equally puzzled. "Yeah, we normally go on for much longer. Something on your minds?"
Rigel raised an eyebrow at the unexpected suggestion. "Ending early? That's a rare occurrence from our two most studious members," he remFarked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Hermione offered a small smile, an unreadable expression in her eyes. "Just thought it might be a good change. Plus, I've got some extra reading I'd like to catch up on."
Daphne added, folding her arms thoughtfully, "And I have a few things I need to take care of. It's important to balance our training with other responsibilities."
The group exchanged looks, a mix of understanding and mild confusion, but they respected Hermione and Daphne's decision. As they began to gather their belongings, Tracey approached Harry with a hopeful expression. "Since we're finishing early, how about we use this time for some Animagus training?"
Harry's expression brightened instantly. "That sounds perfect," he replied enthusiastically, the prospect of extra time with Tracey washing away any lingering questions about the abrupt end to their session.
Rigel, collecting his own notes and books, glanced over at them and nodded approvingly. "Good idea. It's not often you get unexpected free time at Hogwarts. Make it count."
With that, the room began to empty, leaving Harry and Tracey alone in the expansive space, ready to delve into their private training session.
As soon as the door closed behind their friends, Tracey suddenly pushed Harry onto the sofa, initiating a passionate snog. Harry, initially taken aback by the suddenness, soon reciprocated with equal fervour, swept up in the intensity of the moment.
In the midst of their passionate exchange, Tracey began to undress, her clothes carelessly strewn about. Harry, amidst their fervent kisses, managed a playful comment, "You know, keeping our clothes on would probably be best for Animagus training. We still need to figure out how to transfigure them too."
But Tracey shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I didn't have Animagus training in mind," she admitted breathlessly. "I had to bribe both Daphne and Hermione to end the session early. Being back at Hogwarts and not being able to be with you like this... it's been unbearable."
As Harry began to undress in response, he echoed her sentiments. "I feel the same way. It's frustrating being forced to be apart." He paused, his eyes meeting hers seriously. "We need to find a solution to this, and soon."
With their remaining clothes quickly shed, they embraced each other, losing themselves in the moment. The minutes ticked by, edging closer to curfew, but neither Harry nor Tracey paid any heed to the time. Animagus training was the furthest thing from their minds. In each other's arms, they found a blissful escape from the constraints of Hogwarts rules. Love was their only focus that evening, and in that, they found all the contentment they needed.
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The day had finally arrived, March 24th, the date of the much-anticipated party. Harry, feeling a mix of reluctance and inevitability, would have preferred to vanish into thin air, but that wasn't an option.
After dinner, as the group gathered, Kreacher appeared with timely news. "Master, Dumbledore and McGonagall have departed, as planned," he reported in his croaky voice.
"Excellent," Rigel replied with a nod. "Kreacher, begin moving the drinks from our room in Black Castle to the Gryffindor Common Room." With a soft pop, Kreacher vanished to carry out the task.
The group, consisting of Harry, Hermione, Neville, Tracey, Daphne, and Rigel, then made their way to the Gryffindor Common Room. As they approached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Harry gave the password. The Fat Lady, eyeing the Slytherins in the group, made a snide comment under her breath, which the group collectively chose to ignore.
Once inside, Harry glanced around at the common room full of Gryffindors. The atmosphere was one of mixed excitement and tension. Turning to Rigel, he asked, "Shouldn't we deal with her?"
Rigel, scanning the room, replied thoughtfully, "Portraits can probably be obliviated too. I'll look into it after the party."
Their presence, especially that of the Slytherins, was met with varied reactions from the Gryffindor students. Some were clearly displeased. Harry, unable to contain his annoyance, stepped forward. "What's the problem?" he asked, his tone edged with frustration.
Before anyone could respond, Rigel placed a calming hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let me address their concerns once the party starts," he said, a soothing tone in his voice.
Just then, Fred and George burst out of their dorm room, their faces alight with excitement. "Rigel, thanks for the drinks!" exclaimed Fred. "Kreacher's already started bringing them over," added George, "and there's so much!"
Rigel smirked, a hint of pride in his voice. "Parties sponsored by the Blacks are always memorable."
At Rigel's declaration, a cheer went up among some of the students, a wave of enthusiasm beginning to spread through the room. Despite the initial mixed reactions, the anticipation of the party began to take over, setting the stage for an unforgettable night at Hogwarts.
As the party began to swell with students from all houses, Fred and George took charge of the portrait of the Fat Lady. With a bit of persuasion and insistence, they managed to keep the portrait open, allowing non-Gryffindor guests to enter freely.
The Gryffindor Common Room quickly filled up, the space dominated by Gryffindors but also dotted with Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Slytherins. Harry, glancing around, realised that the room might be too small for such a large gathering. The atmosphere was lively, but the space was becoming increasingly cramped.
Kreacher, efficient as ever, set up several tables laden with snacks, soft drinks, and an impressive array of alcohol. The usual furniture – sofas, armchairs, and smaller tables – were vanished to make room. In their place, an impromptu stage was set up, equipped with items reminiscent of a Muggle setup: large speakers and a device akin to a CD player, all enchanted to run on magic.
Once everything was in place, Rigel stepped onto the stage, clearing his throat to command the room's attention. "Thank you all for coming," he began, his voice resonating through the enchanted speakers. "I want to address the venue first. The Gryffindor Common Room is a great place, but not ideal for a party of this scale. We'll think of something better next time."
Rigel then turned his attention to the Weasley twins. "A big thanks to Fred and George for conceptualising this party. Initially, it was to celebrate Harry, our youngest Triwizard Champion, who is currently tied for first place."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd at this, and Rigel continued, stressing his next words, "I'm incredibly proud of my little brother, who was unwillingly entered into this tournament." He emphasised Harry's forced participation, aware that some still harboured doubts about Harry's entry.
"Fred and George needed funding and a way to procure alcohol, and that's where I came in. As you can see, I didn't hold back."
Rigel concluded his speech with a nod to the Gryffindors. "Thanks for lending us your common room. And now, I'd like Harry to join me here for a few words. He's the star of the evening, after all."
At Rigel's request, a knot of anxiety formed in Harry's stomach. He hadn't expected to be put on the spot like this. Reluctantly, with a feeling of unease, Harry made his way to the stage, joining Rigel under the watchful eyes of the entire room.
Harry stepped onto the stage, greeted by a mixture of cheers and murmurs from the crowd. The scepticism regarding his participation in the tournament was still palpable. He began his speech timidly, thanking everyone for their attendance. Harry, feeling the weight of all eyes on him, turned to face Rigel. "I especially want to thank my brother, Rigel," he said, his voice carrying a sincerity that resonated through the room. "Without him, I wouldn't be standing here. He's not just a fellow champion, but someone who has supported me every step of the way in this crazy tournament."
Rigel's expression softened, a look of brotherly pride on his face. He gave Harry a nod of acknowledgment, his eyes reflecting a shared understanding.
In the brief pause that followed, Rigel began to clap. The sound, at first solitary in the vast room, was a powerful gesture. It rippled through the crowd like a wave, as one by one, the students joined in, their applause growing from a scattered patter to a unified clapping. The sound filled the room, creating a moment of unexpected unity and warmth. The tension that had hung in the air seemed to dissolve, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and celebration.
Rigel then stepped up to the microphone, his presence commanding the room's attention. "Thank you, Harry," he said, his voice echoing around the common room. "But tonight, we celebrate not as separate houses, but as one. We're here for the Hogwarts champions – united we stand strong." He raised his fist high and shouted with conviction, "For Hogwarts!"
The room erupted in response, the students' voices joining Rigel's in a chorus of "For Hogwarts!" The energy was infectious, and even those who had been sceptical moments before were swept up in the spirit of the moment.
Suddenly, a thick Danish accent cut through the noise. "For Hogwarts!" Linnea, along with a few other Durmstrang students, stood at the entrance.
A few voices called for them to leave, but Rigel quickly silenced them. "If they want to celebrate with us, they're welcome. We have more than enough to share, and this tournament is about building friendships between schools." His authoritative tone left no room for argument.
Following Rigel's lead, the students' initial reluctance turned to acceptance, their applause and cheers welcoming the Durmstrang group. It was a testament to Rigel's ability to inspire and unite, qualities that made him stand. Harry, watching from the side, felt a surge of pride and admiration for his brother, content in the knowledge that Rigel was exactly where he belonged – leading and uniting their peers.
As the applause and cheers began to settle, Fred made his way to the CD player and popped in a CD. The room was soon filled with the sound of music, igniting the dancing spirit of everyone.
Rigel and Harry stepped down from the stage, immediately greeted by their friends. Daphne and Tracey were visibly pleased with how they had handled the crowd, their smiles wide and proud. "You both were amazing up there," Tracey beamed, her eyes shining with admiration.
Just then, Linnea approached with her Durmstrang companions. Holding a mug of Knotgrass Mead, she was already showing signs of being a few drinks in. "Thanks for letting us crash this party, Rigel," she said with a grin. "And you can call me Layla, like my friends do."
Rigel, ever the gracious host, responded with a friendly smile. "Glad to have you all here. And I'm looking forward to seeing you on the Quidditch pitch, Layla."
Layla laughed heartily. "Oh, we'll destroy you, just like we did with Gryffindor and Beauxbatons."
Rigel merely smirked, unfazed. "We'll see about that," he retorted playfully.
Layla and her group then melted into the dancing crowd, mead still in hand, ready to enjoy the festivities.
Rigel, turning his attention back to his friends, fetched a glass of Nettle Wine for Daphne and a Firewhiskey for himself. Harry, eyeing the wide selection of drinks, hesitated before following Rigel's lead and choosing a glass of Firewhiskey. The first sip caught him off guard; the drink lived up to its name, feeling like liquid fire going down his throat.
Rigel chuckled at Harry's reaction. "Take it easy, Harry. You'll find your taste for alcohol in time," he advised, his voice tinged with brotherly amusement.
The party was in full swing, the atmosphere vibrant and carefree. For a moment, the worries of the tournament and the usual Hogwarts rivalries were forgotten, replaced by a sense of unity and celebration.
The common room was alive with energy, the air pulsating with the rhythm of alternating Muggle and wizarding music. Harry found himself swept up in the festivities, dancing with Tracey, who seemed particularly fond of Nettle Wine. Each time she needed a refill, Harry took the opportunity to sample different drinks, still trying to find his preferred choice.
As Harry navigated the packed room, the lively atmosphere of Rigel's plan was unmistakable. The normally distinct boundaries between houses had seemingly dissolved. The cramped space was filled with students from all houses, closely mingling in a way rarely seen at Hogwarts.
In every corner, and even in the less crowded spots, couples from different houses were engaged in flirtatious conversations, some stealing kisses or sharing quiet laughs. The usual reserve many held for those outside their house seemed to have melted away under the influence of the party's spirited environment.
Amidst the throng, there were groups huddled together, some passing around bottles of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey, taking turns to swig directly from them. The air was filled with the sound of giggling and playful banter, with the occasional daring exchange leading to blushing cheeks and excited whispers.
In one of the room's nooks, Harry noticed a couple of students, slightly hidden from view, sharing a more intimate moment, their hands exploring as they kissed with an intensity heightened by the party's liberating feel.
The common room had transformed into a lively hub of teenage revelry, where house rivalries were forgotten, and the focus was on enjoying the moment. Everywhere Harry looked, he saw students letting loose, revelling in the freedom and excitement of the party, their usual inhibitions eased by the alcohol and the infectious atmosphere.
While fetching another round of drinks for himself and Tracey, Harry stumbled upon Ginny, Luna, and Astoria, who were engaged in a lively dance. "Hey!" he greeted them, smiling.
"Harry!" they chorused back, their voices almost drowned out by the music. Ginny's laughter was infectious, Luna's dreamy expression was brighter than usual, and Astoria, typically reserved and aloof, seemed remarkably outgoing, likely loosened up by the festive atmosphere and the alcohol.
The party was in full swing. The common room had transformed into a vibrant dance floor, where groups of students moved to the beat of the music. The tables laden with drinks and snacks were constantly crowded, students chatting and refilling their cups. Enchanted lights cast colourful glows across the faces of the partygoers, adding to the magical ambiance.
Despite losing track of most of his friends in the crowd, Harry felt at ease knowing they were somewhere in the room, enjoying themselves. He caught glimpses of Hermione deep in conversation with a group of Ravenclaws, Neville laughing heartily with some Hufflepuffs, and Rigel, ever the charismatic host, moving through the crowd with Daphne on his arm, ensuring everyone was having a good time.
The atmosphere was one of uninhibited joy, a stark contrast to the usual tensions of house rivalries and the looming pressures of the tournament. For a few hours, it seemed like everyone had put aside their differences to simply enjoy the moment. It was a testament to the unifying power of friendship and celebration, a brief escape into a world where only the music, laughter, and the company of friends mattered.
As the night deepened, the influence of alcohol became increasingly evident among the partygoers. The Gryffindor Common Room, usually a place of study and relaxation, had transformed into a whirlwind of celebration and newfound freedoms. In every corner, couples were locked in passionate embraces, their kisses aggressive, hands exploring with abandon. Harry noticed many of these couples were from different houses – a rare sight at Hogwarts, where house divisions often ran deep.
Several guests had slipped away from the crowded common room, possibly seeking the privacy of an empty broom closet or an abandoned classroom, their intentions clear in their flushed faces and hasty exits.
Harry, too, felt the liberating effects of the alcohol. It brought a sense of euphoria, a carefree happiness that seemed to lift all worries. Tracey, slightly unsteady on her feet and flushed from the drinks, clung to him with an intensity that only alcohol could inspire. Her demands for kisses and touches were fervent, and Harry, equally inebriated, was more than willing to comply.
They were in the midst of a particularly intense snog, moving rhythmically to the beat of the music, when Rigel and Daphne stepped onto the stage, drawing the attention of the room. Rigel's appearance was dishevelled, his usual composed demeanour replaced by the carefree attitude of someone who had enjoyed the party to its fullest. Daphne, too, mirrored his state, her usually pristine appearance slightly unravelled.
Rigel, swaying slightly, grabbed the microphone. "You lot are amazing!" he slurred, his voice filled with drunken enthusiasm. "This... this is what Hogwarts should be. Friends, lovers, across all houses!"
Without warning, Rigel turned to Daphne and pulled her into a fervent snog, their hands roaming freely, slowly undoing each other's clothes. The crowd erupted into cheers, egging them on, the atmosphere charged with excitement and a hint of scandal.
Suddenly, Hermione appeared on stage, her hair slightly askew and her cheeks flushed – a rare sight for the usually composed Gryffindor. She hastily intervened, pulling Rigel and Daphne apart amid their heated embrace. With a stern, albeit slightly slurred, admonishment, she guided them to the back of the stage.
Moments later, Hermione reappeared, carrying two cats in her arms – a sleek black one and a grey tabby, unmistakably Rigel and Daphne in their Animagus forms. The black cat was grooming the grey one affectionately. Hermione, with an air of responsibility that seemed incongruous with the party's wild atmosphere, quickly carried the cats away, presumably to her dorm room.
The common room, now buzzing with whispers and laughter about the spectacle they had just witnessed, continued its revelry. Harry looked around, the room a blur of colours and movements, a cacophony of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. It was a night that would undoubtedly be remembered – a night of breaking boundaries, a little chaos, and the joy of youthful abandon.
~~~o~~~
Harry's awakening the next morning was one of confusion and disorientation. He found himself in his bed, completely naked, with Tracey sleeping peacefully beside him, equally undressed. His mind was a blank slate regarding the latter part of the previous night, the memories lost in an alcohol-induced fog.
As he carefully got up, trying not to disturb Tracey, his eyes scanned the chaotic state of the dorm room. Clothing was strewn everywhere – bras, panties, boxers, and various other garments in a disordered pile. He didn't even want to venture a guess as to whom they belonged.
Around him, every bed was occupied, and surprisingly, not just by his usual dorm mates. Several people were even sprawled on the floor, still entwined in each other's arms, a testament to the wildness of the previous night.
A throbbing headache and a persistent buzz in his ears confirmed the unpleasant reality of a hangover. As Harry was trying to piece together the events of the night, a piercing, unmistakable voice from the common room shattered the morning's relative peace – Professor McGonagall, and she was anything but pleased.
His heart sank. McGonagall wasn't due back until the next evening. The realisation of the situation's gravity hit him like a wave. Tracey stirred awake at the commotion, her eyes widening in panic as she quickly began gathering her clothes.
"I'll go see what's happening," Harry muttered, slipping on his trousers and making his way to the balcony overlooking the common room.
The scene below was even worse than the dorm room. People were scattered across the floor, many still unclothed, amidst a landscape of discarded clothes and the remnants of the party – spilled drinks, crushed snacks, and overturned bottles. The common room was a disaster area.
In the midst of this chaos stood a fuming Professor McGonagall, her face a mask of fury as she demanded to know what had transpired and who was responsible.
Fred and George, looking dishevelled and slightly scared, stepped forward to explain. "We threw a party to celebrate the Hogwarts champions," they stammered, their usual confidence nowhere to be seen.
McGonagall's fury escalated to new heights as she took in the full scope of the situation: non-Gryffindors in the common room, access to hard liquor, most of the students underage. Her anger was palpable, a scorching aura that filled the room. She was more than furious; she was incandescent with rage, a tempest about to erupt.
The common room was tense as Professor McGonagall's voice cut through the air, her fury evident. "I demand to know who organised this party! I will be taking fifty points from every Gryffindor present!" she declared sternly.
At that moment, the door to Hermione's dorm room swung open, and Rigel, in all his naked glory, stepped onto the balcony. He positioned himself so the balcony railing concealed his lower half. "Professor, the Gryffindors shouldn't be punished," he called down confidently. "It was all my doing, along with my betrothed, Daphne."
The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes on Rigel. McGonagall's expression shifted from anger to shock. It was unexpected for a Slytherin to step forward and take full responsibility.
McGonagall quickly regained her composure, though her voice still trembled with anger. "Mr. Black, cover yourself immediately," she commanded. "And then both you and Miss Greengrass are to come down here at once."
Rigel nodded, his demeanour calm and unshaken amidst the chaos. He extended his hand, and with an impressive display of wandless, silent magic, his and Daphne's clothes flew from behind the stage, landing neatly in his arms.
He then re-entered Hermione's dorm room to get dressed. Inside, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who had just woken up, blushed furiously at the sight of Rigel in his unabashed nakedness. Rigel, however, showed no sign of shame or shyness; he simply acknowledged their presence with a nod and a brief, unaffected smile as he handed Daphne her clothes.
Together, Rigel and Daphne quickly dressed, their movements efficient and swift, keenly aware of Professor McGonagall waiting for them. Once appropriately attired, they made their way down the stairs to face whatever consequences McGonagall had in store.
As they reached the bottom, McGonagall launched into a severe reprimand. "Two hundred points from each of you, and detention for the remainder of the term," she announced. "Your families will be informed about this incident."
She then turned her gaze to the Gryffindor students. "And who amongst you helped Mr. Black gain access to this common room?"
Rigel, unphased by the severity of his punishment, answered casually. "I bought the password, Professor. No one else is to blame here, just Daphne and myself."
Though McGonagall clearly sensed the untruth in his statement, she was left without a solid lead. She then addressed the room, her voice stern. "I expect every girl to visit Madam Pomfrey today for a checkup. We have worked hard to decrease pregnancies at Hogwarts, and I will not have one evening undo that effort. Anyone feeling unwell should also see Madam Pomfrey immediately."
Concluding her speech, she added, "You are all very lucky Mr. Black and Miss Greengrass have taken responsibility for this. For now, there will be no further punishment for the rest of you."
With that, McGonagall turned to leave the common room, gesturing for Daphne and Rigel to follow her. Rigel's charismatic handling of the situation had saved many from repercussions, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by his peers, who watched him with a mix of gratitude and newfound respect.
As they walked down the corridor, the heavy silence was broken by Rigel's question. "Where are we headed, Professor?"
"To my office," McGonagall replied curtly. "There are still questions that need answering."
Upon reaching her office, they settled into chairs across from her desk. McGonagall's gaze was sharp as she asked, "Whose idea was the party, truly?"
Rigel met her stare with a confident smirk. "Initially, it was the twins' idea for a Gryffindor-only celebration for Harry. They needed funds for the alcohol, so I stepped in. I transformed it into a Hogwarts-wide celebration, focusing on the champions."
McGonagall sighed, her expression one of resigned understanding. "I should have known the twins were involved. But Mr. Black, throwing a party for yourself? I expected better from you."
Both Daphne and Rigel chuckled at this. "Celebrating my lead was never my true intent," Rigel said, his expression turning more serious. "My aim was to use this as an opportunity to bring the houses together."
His tone grew more intense. "I've always despised the arbitrary barriers between the houses. It's disappointing that the staff, rather than diminishing these divisions, often seem to encourage them."
Daphne, sensing the passion in his words, gently squeezed his hand, sharing her concern through their bond about revealing too much. Rigel, however, remained undeterred in his candidness.
McGonagall let out a heavy sigh. "I agree with you, Mr. Black. I too would like to see a united Hogwarts, where interhouse friendships are the norm, not the exception."
Rigel nodded firmly. "I intend to set that change in motion. By the time I leave Hogwarts, I hope to have laid the groundwork for Harry, Daphne, and the others to continue."
McGonagall chuckled, a rare softness in her eyes. "I have no doubt you'll achieve your goals, Mr. Black. But I suspect you won't leave Hogwarts as easily as you think, not while your brother and betrothed are still here. Perhaps a certain black cat will reappear."
At her words, both Rigel and Daphne's expressions shifted to surprise. Daphne, recovering first, asked, "How did you know?"
"It wasn't my observation, but Dumbledore's," McGonagall revealed. "He noted the convenient timing of Jingles' disappearance and your arrival. He speculated there might have been more to Jingles than met the eye."
Rigel's charismatic façade briefly faltered, revealing a glimpse of concern. He had navigated the conversation with grace, steering their discussion to soften McGonagall's stance, but this revelation was something he hadn't anticipated. The fact that Dumbledore had seen through his past life as Jingles was an unexpected revelation.
Rigel, shifting the conversation, inquired, "When is our first detention, Professor, and what should we expect?"
"Your first detention will be on Monday," McGonagall replied sternly. "You will have detention with me twice a week. And as for what you should expect, you will assist with various tasks around the castle. Your aspirations to unify the houses may have been noble, but providing underage students with alcohol, leading to... indiscretions, is unacceptable."
Both Rigel and Daphne nodded in understanding. The tone of McGonagall's voice and her choice of punishment indicated a relatively lenient approach, considering the gravity of the situation. The points they had lost were significant, but they were determined to regain as many as possible through their academic efforts.
McGonagall then looked directly at Rigel. "How many favours did you have to call in to ensure Professor Dumbledore and I were out of the castle?"
Rigel sighed. "Quite a few, Professor." His curiosity piqued, he followed up, "May I ask why you returned early?"
"I've never been one for lengthy celebrations," McGonagall explained, a hint of weariness in her voice. "I usually let Professor Dumbledore handle them. I departed early this morning."
"I'll be writing to your grandmother and father, Mr. Black," she said, before turning her attention to Daphne. "There's no need to involve your parents, Miss Greengrass, unless Astoria is pregnant. In which case, I will have to inform them."
Rigel and Daphne both acknowledged her words with a nod, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Sensing the meeting's conclusion, Rigel asked, "Are we dismissed, Professor?"
"Yes, you may go," McGonagall confirmed.
As they reached the door, McGonagall called out to them one last time. "I hope, with all my heart, that you achieve the goals you have set for yourselves."
Pausing at the door, Rigel and Daphne turned back to face her. "We will," Rigel said confidently.
With that, they left McGonagall's office, stepping back into the corridors of Hogwarts to contemplate the repercussions of the night's events and the path forward.