I could hear the breathing and snoring coming from the other beds.

Getting up quietly and looking out the window, I could see dark grey clouds slowly forming. 'It's going to be a raining day. I should let Hedwing know.'

After my morning routine, I went downstairs and waited by the fireplace for Hermione.

"Tempus," I mutter, and tapping my wand to my wrist. A 4:15 appears in front of me.

The numbers were somewhat see-through, and it came out in a light blue color, which was producing enough light to be able to read it in the dark.

"Crap"

A few minutes later, I came back downstairs with my books and parchment and sat on one of the couches.

Opening my Charms book, I went to the last chapter and started reading.

Scintillae:

Produces a jet of a multitude of different colored sparks.

Wand movement: Swift circle, wand pointed in the direction the caster wants the sparks to go

History: Healer Bones of St Mungo created the spell when the nation was under duress because of the goblin Rebellion of 1792. He used it as a way to signal to others, using different colors to mean different things.

Scintillae Rubra:

Produces a jet of red sparks

Wand movement: Swift circle, wand pointed in the direction the caster wants the sparks to go

History: Healer Bones created it as a signal that enemies were around that area.

Scintillae Caeruleae:

Produces a jet of blue sparks

Wand movement: Swift circle, wand pointed in the direction the caster wants the sparks to go

History: Healer Bones created it as a way to signal for a need of immediate evacuation of people.

After I finished reading, I looked at the homework assignment from Professor Flitwick.

What are some uses of the spark producing Charm? How would someone go about signaling multiple different things? How would someone get a jet of green sparks?

I spent about an about two hours answering the three questions.

'The first two questions are pretty easy. Look at the history section. And just use it in a pattern. This third question, though?' After about 10 minutes of thinking and looking through the book, I came up with a theory, 'just use the Latin word for green after Scintillae and a jet of green sparks will appear, I think. Now to the hard part. Figuring out a way to make my answers a long essay.'

"Tempus," I mutter, tapping my wrist. 6:12 popped up in front of me. 'Hermione should be up soon.'

After about 5 minutes, the Fifth Year females started to come down, and after 10 minutes, the Fifth Year boys came down.

After about 20 minutes of waiting, Hermione came downstairs. She looked surprised to see up and waiting for her, and even more surprised when she saw my homework.

"What are you doing up this early?" She asked as she walked closer and put her bag down.

"Woke up early." Laughing at myself, "I thought it was later than it actually was."

She tutted while she sat down and picked up my homework.

"It's too repetitive. You kept repeating what was in the passage. You should've added some of your own thoughts and not just summarized the history section." Her eyes continued her scan of the page. "Your reasoning behind using the spell multiple times is good, but your explanation is not that great." She put my paper back on the table after finishing her review and started packing my things up.

As she helped me pick my thing up, well, more like I helped her, "No review on the final answer." I laugh, "Is it that amazing? That even the great Hermione Granger couldn't find a problem with it."

She swatted my arm, "The reason I didn't say anything about your third answer is because you did better than expected. The only problem is how much of a rant you went on about the ability to change the nature of a spell by only adding a word. " She eyed me while holding out my bag.

I took my bag and looked away, "Let's go to breakfast." I suggest as I start heading to the portrait.

Hermione followed me out of the common room and to the Grand Staircase before she started questioning me.

"Did you put your name in the Goblet? Why did you do it? Do you have any idea of what you have done?" She didn't pause long enough for me to answer, and she's likely going to continue on for the entire walk.

"I didn't put my name it the Goblet!" She looked at my face before a new line of questioning occurred.

"If not you, then who put your name in? Why? Can you quit?"

I looked at her, shocked that she believed me, "Why do you believe me? No one else has, not even Ron."

"You wouldn't lie about this." She said as she started walking down the stairs. We walked in silence as we made our way to the Great Hall. 'Hermione is probably thinking about how to work this out.'

Entering the Great Hall, I noticed that the majority of the students here were either first year, fifth year, or seventh year.

No Slytherins, though.

Sitting down, we talked for an hour or two, and then when I noticed that people's owls started to arrive, I got a plate of food, I made sure to have bacon on it.

After a few minutes of eating my food, well, playing with it, Hedwing came flying in and landed on my shoulder. Nibbling my ear, she waited, impatiently, for my bacon.

"Alright, here you go, girl." I say to her as I hold up some bacon, "I'm pretty sure it's going to rain later, so be safe, okay." Hedwing fluffed her wings. Jumping off of my shoulder and onto the table, she took a piece of bacon from Hermione's plate and flew away.

Hermione, who was lost in thought, looked at Hedwing in annoyance.

"Why can't she get the bacon off of your plate?"

Laughing, I offered her my bacon, which she promptly refused, and we continued our respective methods of eating.

"So, what happened with Ronald?" She looked at me, studying my face.

"We, um, got into a fight because of well, you know." Looking towards the door, I saw Seamus, Dean, and Neville walk in. "He didn't believe me, and he stormed out of the dorm."

"Just give him some time." She looked at me with a small smile, "He'll realize how wrong he is and apologize."

Looking around, we realize how crowded it has gotten, "To the Libary?" We both ask simultaneously.

Laughing, we made our way out of the Great Hall and into the hall.

There, Ron saw us laughing and confronted us.

"Why are you laughing?" He looked between us, "A joke I don't know about?"

"No, Rona-" "You expect me to believe anything you say?" He shook his head, "make fun of me, why don't you?" He looked at us in disgust and stormed into the Great Hall.

I looked at Hermione, then towards the double doors Ron just went through, then back at Hermione, "Do you want me to meet you in the libary?"

"No, I need to get my homework done." Hermione walked away furiously.

In the libary, I followed Hermione as she walked to the back corner of the libary, where she put her belongings on the table and sat down. I followed suit.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Looking at her, I could see the anger all over her face.

"I'm fine." She whispered loudly. After a minute of silence, she whispered, "Sorry. Let's just get started on the Transfiguration homework."

I nod and pull out my Transfiguration book, parchment, quill, and ink bottle.

I opened my Transfiguration book halfway. "How are we going to do this?" I ask, looking at Hermione.

"We will do our own homework, then, after we are both done, review each other's." She opened her book and started reading and writing.

movere maculis:

This spell switches the first targeted object with the second targeted object. The more will and strength behind the spell, the further away the second object can be.

Wand movement: point wand st first target, then move wand to second target, while moving from first target to second, the wand must go in a zigzag pattern.

History: Adam Shoolooksy created the spell since he was too lazy to get up and grab a blanket.

'At least Professor McGonagall homework is only about one spell. I'm just glad I don't have to find anything about Shoolooksy'

What are some valid uses of the Switching Spell? Is there a way to switch something you can't see? How does the Switching Spell correlate with Transfiguration?

'Valid uses: Acquiring a blanket while sitting, the ability to get something in a high place, if something is too far away.'

I start listing on a spare piece of parchment. 'If the caster has enough will and intent/strength behind the spell and they have enough mana. Looking at my book, I nod to myself and move on to the third question, 'It's relates because the switching is more like the two items in question are just changing shape, they might not be actually switching.'

Taking a look at my ideas sheet, 'How do I make all of this, into a page to page and a half long essay?'

"Tempus." A 1:36 appeared in front of me

"Im done. Finally, I'm done."

Hermione looks at me and rolls her eyes, "you're the one who made it harder." She was already packed and ready to go.

"I did no such thing." I said while putting my homework into my Transfiguration book and then putting them into my bag. "Let's go visit Hagrid."

"Okay."

While walking to Hagrids, I tried to ignore thinking about the tournament.

I failed.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Who's there?" Hagrid yelled out, stomping to the door. "Oh, it's just you guys. Come in, come in. " He waved us in. Fang, Hagrid's pet dog, coming to greet us.

"Hey there, Fang," I start giving him pets behind the ear. "What are you up to?" I cooed.

"Tea?" Hagrid offered me a cup, which I took, as I sat next to Hermione. He then offered Hermione a cup, and then he poured another cup and looked around. "Where's Ron?"

"We got into a fight, and he's still fuming," Hermione said, taking a sip of the tea.

"Why were you fighting?" Hagrid put down the extra cup, and he sat at the table.

"He believes that I put my name into the Goblet, and he won't listen when I tell him that I didn't." I took a sip of tea and patted Fang again.

We talked for a few hours before we headed back to the castle and to the Great Hall for an early dinner.

The hall was filled with students. Looking around, I found a space big enough for me and Hermione to sit at.

"Harry," Hermione looked at me intently, "Do you have a plan for the first task?"

'The task can't be harder the defeating a Basilisk.' I shook my head.

"Harry. You can't just rely on luck to succeed." Hermione sighed, "Are you going to study some extra spells, at least? In case you need them?"

"I am." I piled some mashed potatoes, corn, and chicken onto my plate, "I was going to look over some DADA spells and see what would be good to know."

Hermione glared at me as she got herself a plate of food, "Good." And she started eating.

While eating, well, I was thinking actually, 'Whoever put my name in the Goblet of Fire probably wants me to die. Which means they probably have enough control over the tasks that they can make them as difficult as they want. They'll probably change the level of difficulty of the second task if I survive the first, and they might know what spells I can and can't do.' I stop eating and stare at the remaining scraps of food. 'I need to learn plenty of spells, and no one can fully know what I'm capable of. Because if they do, I'll have a less likely chance of surviving.' With that unsavory thought, I stirred my food together