I'm really happy I have the chance to write more Atria and Harry scenes aswell as just exploring her now with the other students. I will be taking a break for a week or so just until Christmas time has passed.

So this year has been really hard I've had something really blow up in my face recently and I'm dealing with it by throwing myself into this story and I would just like to thank you all for the support, reviews, follows and favourites you really all make my day with them so thank you all so much.

But an extra big shoutout to Serenity10116, Guest M, I'm so happy you're enjoying it!

The hall had become dead silent, and it wasn't long until they had all been dismissed and told to go to bed. But Atria could not, she slipped behind the pillar as the students dispersed in wild whispers.

'Harry Potter' they all seemed to whisper about, who even was Cedric Diggory.

When she got her hands on that boy she was going to wrap them around his neck and... no she would talk to him, she would calmly talk to him and then mangle him.

It seemed almost forever before she saw his head of black hair pop around the corner. She reached a hand out as he passed and wrapped it around the collar of his shirt.

"Atria!" He exclaimed as he turned around quickly like a ghost had grabbed him.

"What have you done!" She hissed as if to scream.

"I didn't put my name in," he said desperately shaking his head.

"Harry!" She said angrily, did he think she was dumb.

"I didn't do it!" He snapped.

"Alright," Atria said jumping back a bit.

"I didn't!" he reasoned again with the same level of intensity.

"Okay," she said holding her hands up in surrender, they stood for a moment has harry breathed deeply in and out, wow he really hadn't done it. She crossed her arms over her chest, "But then who did."

He shrugged a hopeless look in his eyes, "I don't know."

Atria nodded as her eyes moved wildly as she thought she took a deep breath as her finger twitched on her arm, "Well you're not competing," she said straightforward.

"I have to."

"What!" She cried.

"Shhh," he whispered before they both looked around. Right, out of bed after hours.

"It's like a contract," he explained, "when they pull your name out you can't not do it."

She slumped against the wall, "Oh my god."

Harry nervously run his hand through his hair, "Professor Moody thinks someone put my name in and he was definitely taking a dig at Karkarov."

"Well, he would he was once a renowned death eater," Atria said thinking for Harry it would be common knowledge.

"What!" He exclaimed.

"Shhhh," she hissed. They looked around again nervously before they locked eyes.

"Someones wants me in this tournament," he said softly.

"Well if you didn't put your name in," she said.

"Which I didn't," he said, angrily.

"Well then yes someone wants you in this tournament," Atria said as if that hadn't been simple enough. They stood silently for a moment as if both coming to terms with this new bump in their supposed perfect year.

"It could just be a harmless prank," she tried to reason, please let it just be a dumb student who didn't know better, instead of someone else with darker motives.

"Yes where I'm in a competition that could get me killed," he said frightfully.

"You won't be," She said firmly taking a step towards him, "I'll make sure of it."

They locked eyes and then Harry wrapped his arms around her quickly and squeezed her to him tightly. She stood still in shock before she then wrapped her arms gently around his waist.

"We just have to prepare ourselves, thats how this works," she whispered, "We have to be prepared for whatever might be coming," she finished pulling away.

"Okay?" She asked

He nodded, "Okay.." he said before awkwardness filled the space.

"He's back by the way," Harry said softly lowering his head, as his foot kicked away at the ground.

Her brow furrowed, "Who is?"

Harry bit his lip nervously still looking at the ground, "Sirius," he mumbled.

"What!" She hissed.

Harry looked back up at her nervously, "Not here but that's why he hasn't been writing right now, he's come back into the country."

"Why?" She asked desperately not caring if someone heard her. For god's sake.

"Because…" Harry stated before wincing.

'Oh what now.' "Why?" She asked again.

He winced before continuing with his previous sentence, "My scar twinged a little bit at the start of the year."

Atria looked him dead in the eye, her mouth slightly open, "He came back into the country because your scar twinged." She turned away, "That's the second dumbest thing I've heard all year," actually thinking about it now, "No first."

She turned back to him her lips tightly pressed together, "You're telling him about this one."

"No," Harry said shaking his head.

"You have too."

"What do you think he'll do if I tell him about this."

She gave him one last severe look before storming away leaving him standing there, the only sound being the echoing whisper of Atria, "Stupid Gryffindors."

She was about to lose it another note had flown over to her during potions, Blood traitor it read again, were they having trouble coming up with an original insult. She turned around no one was snickering, damn Slytherin for being filled with good actors.

"Miss Black a word before you go please," professor Snape asked as the class was dismissed. A word! it was never just a word at this school.

"Yes professor," she said approaching his desk as he sat behind it.

"The note please," he said holding out his hand.

She shrugged, " I don't know what you're talking about sir."

He tilted his head before saying through gritted teeth, "the note in your pocket."

She blinked before begrudgingly reaching into her pocket and pulling out the now scrunched up note, handing it to him.

He snatched it frothier hands practically before taking the second it took to read amsall look of shock passing his face before he tried his best to hide it. He placed it on his desk, "Is this the only note of this nature you have received."

"No sir," She said.

"Do you know who they are from?"

Atria shrugged with a look of indifference, "well, I'm assuming if you saw me with the note you saw who sent it, no one of great importance or consequence."

He nodded slowly, he must have realised the conversation was going nowhere and changing the subject, "How have you been fairing this year?"

"Fine sir."

"Really, not putting any someones in harm's way," Knowing Snape her first thought was, did he seriously about to imply she put harry's name in the goblet.

"Not that I know of," She said defensively.

He raised a brow, nodding appreciatively as he looked down at the finger he had tapping against the table, "Not even perhaps an unlucky desk you had chosen to sit at perhaps."

"I don't consider a desk to be a someone sir," she said before giving him a fake tight-lipped smile.

He gave her a cold smile, "Still not over toddler-like outburst's then," He asked smugly.

Atria gritted her teeth, "My knew professor used the cruciatus curse in a classroom," she said informativley.

His finger stopped, as he lifted his eyes to her "And that made you uncomfortable," He said stretching out the last word for effect.

"Beyond." she gritted out, "And then a few days after he..." it was apart of the curriculum he won't care, "Nevermind"

He nodded before picking up his quill and putting his head back down,"you may go."

"Just like that?" She asked cautiously.

"Is there something I should be holding you here for and wasting my time?"

She shook her head, "No sir."

"Then yes, you may go."

She left the room in a bit of a daze and hadn't noticed the other person turning the corner until she barged right into them making them drop their books.

"Neville," she greeted quickly before bending over to help him pick them up.

"Hello Atria," he somewhat stuttered.

She stood up with him holding the last of his books.

"Thanks," he said as she held it out for him

"It's okay."

He stood stiffly infant of her just staring as if he had something to say before he suddenly burst, "Are you alright? after the…" he trailed off nervously.

"After the what?" she asked politely.

"Professor moody's class," he said anxiously, "I saw how you left. It got me a bit of guard as well," he said keeping a tighter grip on his books.

"Oh um ..yeah it was a bit much."

"Yeah just a bit," he said nervously laughing.

"So where are you off too?" She asked as they awkwardly began to walk down the hall.

"The lake actually," he said a small tremor in his cracking voice, "Professor moody apologised and gave me all these new books on Herbology and most of the plants actually grow there so I was going down to take a look."

"That's nice," Atria said, "I've never liked herbology myself, never really any good at it." she lamented

"Oh I'd be happy to help you sometime," he said excitedly, "if you like."

Atria looked over to the nervous boy smiling and nodding, "I'd actually like that," she said softly, "thank you, Neville."

"All good," he said smiling back at her.

"Alright then," she said nodding as he headed off in a different direction, "bye Neville."

"Bye Atria," he said before walking off a small skip in each step.

She didn't have many friends anymore, what the harm in making some new ones.

Her mind since that night had been running wild, she couldn't seem to focus on anything else and there had been not a whisper about what the first challenge would even be. They were famous for being horrific and difficult to overcome, she found herself lying awake at night trying to brainstorm what it could possibly be.

She couldn't even go to anyone, most of the school had taken arms up against Harry, except for Gryffindor, but everyone else seemed to stand very strongly by the first and legitimate choice of champion Cedric Diggory. She had written to Remus who too, had been thinking of things but that had come out fruitless and Sirius was still unable to write which weighed even heavier on her mind. Apparently, this competition was kept very hush, hush leading up to it, to keep it fair. Harry was fourteen for christ sake, seventh years had almost all the knowledge at this point while Harry only had a third to fourth-year education. She shook her head this was going to be harder than she thought. The only constellation she had was that Professor Moody had seemed to take a liking to Harry, maybe it was because he was on Harry's side but if she knew anything about that maniac it was he was a stickler for the rules.

Speaking of said maniac Professor Moody hadn't said a word to her since their last lesson, maybe he deemed her above his bullying now. She hoped so because she wouldn't take another bit of it. It was best he just left her alone or she would find herself doing who knows what to get him out of her life.

"What!" Atria said as she felt a familiar hand grab her forearm on the way to class.

Draco feigned the picture of innocence, "I haven't said anything yet. Anyway, I have a gift."

"Excuse me," Atria said dimly.

"Close your eyes," he said, swaying back on forth on his toys like an over-excited schoolboy.

"No."

"Yes."

She closed her eyes frustratedly. Maybe he would leave her alone if she just did it. She felt him play with her cloak, when she opened her eyes she stared down at the giant pin now stuck to her, It read in luminous red letters that burnt brightly, SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY, THE REAL HOGWARTS CHAMPION!

But then it changed, replaced by another one, which glowed green, POTTER STINKS!

"Your disgusting," she said ripping the badge off.

"Oh come on," he said cooly, "it's a joke," He said as he swung an arm around her shoulders," Why don't you give one to Potter," he whispered in her ear cutely, but the menace was still there,"How about that Potter, want a badge?"

Atria looked up, coming face to face with Harry Potter. She pushed herself away from Draco with a hard nudge.

"Oh very funny," Hermione said sarcastically to Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls, who were laughing harder than anyone, "really witty."

"They wouldn't know wit if it hit them over the back of their heads," Atria stated glaring at the group of girls which sadly included Daphne.

The room went silent and she even felt Draco glaring at her.

"Want one, Granger?" said Malfoy who locked eyes with Atria's for a moment before he gleefully turned to Hermione, holding out a badge. "I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see; don't want a Mudblood sliming it up."

Atria even felt her blood boil but harry seemed to take the brunt of it. He had reached for his wand before he'd thought what he was doing. People all around them scrambled out of the way, backing down the corridor. But atria only took a small step back, Surely he wouldn't.

"Harry!" Hermione said warningly.

"Go on, then, Potter," Malfoy said quietly, drawing out his own wand. "Moody's not here to look after you now - do it, if you've got the guts -"

"Don't you dar-," she went to say but the boys had both fired at the exact same time and Atria flung herself backwards covering her head.

"Funnunculus!" Harry yelled.

"Densaugeo!" screamed Malfoy.

Jets of light shot from both wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles - Harry's hit Goyle in the face, and Malfoy's hit Hermione. Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up - Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth.

"Hermione!"

She watched Ron who had been sulking by the wall hurry forward to see what was wrong with her. Ron dragged Hermione's hand away from her face. It wasn't a pretty sight. Hermione's front teeth, which where not already large but somewhat big, were now growing at an alarming rate. She was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongated, past her bottom lip, toward her chin, panic stricken, she felt them and let out a terrified cry.

"And what is all this noise about?" said a soft, deadly voice.

Snape had arrived. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed a long finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain."

"Potter attacked me, sir -"

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted.

"and he hit Goyle, look."

Snape examined Goyle, whose face now resembled something that would have been at home in a book on poisonous fungi.

"Hospital wing, Goyle," Snape said calmly.

"Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said. "Look!"

He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth, she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape's back.

Absolute bitches.

Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, "I see no difference."

Hermione let out a whimper; her eyes filled with tears, she turned on her heel and ran, ran all the way up the corridor and out of sight.

Atria mouth was open in shock, that foul slimy bastard.

She took off around the corner after the other girl.

"Hermione!" She called, she could hear distant crying a followed it, she then found her sobbing on a bench in the hallway.

She walked up cautiously," Hermione?" she asked, but the other girl only tried to cover up her face more.

Atria slowly pulled her hands away from Hermione's face. They were huge.

"It's not that bad," she said but she did not sound convincing at all.

"Not that bad!" The crying girl exclaimed, well that what atria thought she said. Hermione was having a bit of trouble talking around her teeth.

She helped lift her to stand," Come on we are going to the hospital wing."

"Not like this!" Hermione cried.

"Yes like this," Atria said taking her arm, "I can't fix this and madam Pomfrey will not judge," she said.

It had been hard, Hermione had been close to hysterics by the time they got there. Atria had calmly explained the situation glaring at Goyle who sat wining in a bed before madam Pomfrey had returned Hermione to her almost normal self.

If anything her teeth actually even looked a bit smaller.

"Did you..." She went to ask.

"What!" Hermione snapped and Atria realised it didn't matter.

Atria shook her head, "Nothing."

"Stop reading that," Harry said as he sat down next to her.

"Why I think it's interesting," Atria said flipping through the prophet, "You and a Stunningly pretty Hermione," that was not meant to make her sound jealous.

He gave her an odd look, "Me and Hermione are just friends."

She shook her head knowing she had sounded ridiculous but playing it off as a joke, "Yes I know Harry."

He nodded, "Dragons," he said bluntly.

"What dragons?" She asked.

"That's the first task, Hagrid told me. Dragons."

"Dragons!"

"Yes, he showed me, there are four dragons in the forbidden forest for the first challenge, I don't need to fight them I just need to get past them," he said sounding somewhat calm about the whole thing as if dragons where something to be taken lightly.

"That doesn't make anything better Harry," Atria said astonishingly," dragons are known for being protective."

"Well, There's more," he said slowly.

"More?"

"Last night I saw Sirius," he said softly.

Was Sirius back on the grounds? "Where?" She asked.

"Not here," he said, "He spoke to me through the Floo network last night."

"oh," He talked to Harry through the Floo but for her, not even a letter, "What did he say."

"He thinks Karkorov put my name in," Harry said.

Atria shook her head, "I don't think so Harry."

"Karkorov-" Atria began but Harry cut her off, "Made a deal with the ministry I know."

"But he betrayed Voldemort," Atria explained, "and a large number of his followers. They despise him so I don't see how this helps any motive he might have," she finished, Karkorov wasn't dumb, he knew the ministry would be keeping a close eye on him while he was here, this was someone else someone who believed they could not be caught.

"He asked about you, just how you were," Harry said.

Atria gave a small smile trying not to appear as annoyed as she was about Sirius, "And what did you say."

"That he should ask you himself."

Atria smiled nodding, "Very good answer Harry."

Harry smiled, "I did tell him you were upset about him coming back into the country."

"Which I am."

Harry nodded understandingly, "And he understood," he said before his eyes stuck to something on the wall.

The familiar red-haired boy who had been leaning against it took off with a huff Seamus at his side.

"Ron still upset with you then?" Atria asked.

"Yes," he said sounding rather frustrated.

"He'll get over it, don't worry," Atria said before looking down at the table. "Dragons," she sighed exhaustedly, this was going to be something else.

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