Waking up in the hospital wing never boded well. Waking up physically attached to Harry Potter might have been the dream of many, but it was certainly not Aria's.

Groaning, Aria squinted as the bright lights of the hospital wing made her eyes burn. She could hear Madam Pomfrey bustling about the wing, speaking to someone else in soft tones. She tried to lift a hand to her face, but found it attached to something heavy. Carefully turning her head to investigate, she discovered her arm, from wrist to elbow, glued to Harry's arm like they were conjoined twins.

"What the fuck?" she cried, ignoring the bright lights and the tears running down her cheeks from her still burning and blurred eyes. She sat up, attempting to yanking her arm apart, only to discover that her leg was also attached to Harry in a similar manner from ankle to knee.

"Language, Miss Bourne!" Madam Pomfrey tsked as she hurried over towards them. Aria watched the Beauxbatons student that had been talking to the mediwitch make a quick exit.

"What happened?" Aria cried. "Why're we stuck together? Can you unstick us?"

"Why're you shouting?" Harry moaned, beginning to stir. Aria took her other hand and a pillow, hitting Harry's chest several times with the feathery object before Pomfrey managed to wrestle it away from her.

"Wake up!" Aria cried. "We're stuck together!"

Harry tried reaching for his glasses, except he tried using the hand that was connected to Aria, almost yanking her across him.

"Why're we attached?" he asked.

"That is what I was hoping you could explain to me," Madam Pomfrey answered. "You were brought here by several Slytherins and Gryffindors and it was quite a hubbub of noise."

"Uh . . . we were walking to Transfiguration, I think," Aria said. "I've got a headache." Madam Pomfrey handed her a potion which she knocked back, feeling immediate relief.

"I remember now," Harry muttered as he managed to grab his glasses with his other hand. "Someone took a pot shot at you, Aria. But that new ring of yours blocked it, but there was enough force behind the jinx that knocked you into me and then we both fell down some stairs."

"And now we're stuck together?" Aria cried. "Brilliant." She scowled at no one.

"Can you unstick us?" Harry asked Madam Pomfrey.

"I have been unable to unstick you," Madam Pomfrey answered, "as have Professors Snape and Flitwick. That being said, we all believe that it will wear off in several hours, so you won't be stuck together forever."

"That's a relief," Harry muttered.

"It's not fine," Aria stressed. "How're we supposed to go to class? Go to the bathroom?"

"I've already applied several medical-grade spells to you both," Madam Pomfrey assured them. "Commonly used on patients who cannot leave their beds. If you're not detached by tomorrow morning, you'll have to come and get them reapplied at breakfast, but you should be fine for today. I don't anticipate this . . . jinx lasting until tomorrow."

"Are we gonna have to stay here until then?" Harry asked. "The names are being drawn tonight!"

"There is no reason why you cannot go off and cause more mischief while you wait to detach," Pomfrey answered. "You're just going to have to do everything together."

Aria sighed.

"We're just going to have to act like we're in a three-legged race the whole time," she finally said. Harry frowned.

"A three-legged what?" he asked.

"Oh, come on! We did these all the time in gym class back in primary."

"Well, maybe you did, but Dudley made sure I did not participate in anything."

Aria and Harry managed to get up from the bed. Aria had to coach Harry through walking like they were in a three-legged race. It was made more complicated by the fact that they could not put their arms across each other's shoulders to help balance themselves, but they managed to make it out of the hospital wing. They had missed several classes and made their way to the library, knowing that a few of their friends would have gone there to get a jump on their homework before the names were drawn that evening.

Ron and Hermione were with Neville, Seamus, Dean, Daphne, and Tracey when they arrived. Madam Pince stared at them in some shock as they passed her, and they could see that their friends were doing their best not to laugh at their predicament. Aria was sure that someday she would look back on this experience and laugh. In like . . . 100 years.

"Question," Hermione said as Daphne handed Harry and Aria a copy of their homework assignments. "How do you plan to start doing your homework? Harry's also right-handed."

"I can still use my hand," Harry said.

"Yeah, but then poor Aria's only going to be able to use one hand," Seamus pointed out.

"Well, she'll just have to deal with it," Harry retorted. "I've got to redo my potions essay." He scowled at the ceiling.

"Why do you have to redo your homework?" Tracey asked, astonished.

"I couldn't find it this morning," Harry answered. "I put it in my bag last night after working on it in the library and I thought it was still there, but nope. Professor Snape was not amused."

"You two will eventually detach from each other, yes?" Dean asked, ignoring Harry's homework predicament.

"Madam Pomfrey says we will be our own separate persons no later than tomorrow," Aria answered as she and Harry perched precariously on a chair. She and he were both half on, half off. "Do we know who took the pot shot at me?"

"No," Hermione said, "but we think it was a Durmstrang student. There were several in the hallway as we were walking to class."

"You'd think they'd be down at the ship in their own classes!" Seamus cried, earning a shush from Madam Pince. "I mean, they brought along all those professors and things."

"Good thing you've got that ring thing now," Dean said. "Could've been worse than a tumble down the stairs."

"I'm stuck to Harry!" Aria hissed.

"And that's worse than tumbling down the stairs?" Harry questioned. Aria gave him a sharp look. "Right . . . right . . . gonna be quiet now."

By the time dinner rolled around and Aria and Harry managed to stumble with some coordination into the Great Hall, Aria was feeling slightly better about their predicament. At least enough to laugh at herself and Harry. Fred and George, upon seeing them, had immediately decided that Hogwarts needed to have a few three-legged races and a dozen or so students of various years had spent the better part the last hour challenging each other up and down the corridors or, in some cases, up and down the moving staircases.

After some contortions, Aria and Harry managed to sit normally on a bench at the Slytherin table and were able to eat without too much problem, although Harry was mostly relegated to his left hand.

Dinner finally ended. Aria was pretty sure that everyone had shown up for once. Sometimes students would skip to study or do homework and eat snacks in the common room or sneak down to the kitchens. But now, with the two visiting schools and the few journalists allowed onto school groups, along with the Ministry officials there in their official capacities, the Great Hall seemed very crowded.

Once the dessert dishes were cleared, Aria and Harry carefully moved so that they were sitting facing the Ravenclaw table, barely managing it without almost killing Aria. Lisa Turpin could not help but laugh from where she was directly across from Aria. Anthony Goldstein leaned over from where he sat next to Lisa.

"We've got a betting pool going," he said. "Wanna put in a last-minute bet?"

"What've we got so far?" Aria asked. Anthony looked at a little notebook.

"We've got most people betting on Krum as the Durmstrang champion. There are various bets for the Hogwarts champions, and a few for the Beauxbatons. Most seem to think a . . . Fleur Delacour will get it? I've also a got a few bets down for you, Harry."

"What?" Harry cried. "Who put bets on me?"

"And you too, Aria."

"Excuse me?"

"To be fair," Lisa said, "I know you two probably don't want to be champion—"

"Damn right I don't!" Aria and Harry cried together.

"But," Lisa stressed, "things do kinda happen to you."

"How would it even be possible?" Aria asked. "Neither Harry nor I are old enough. Do people really think we were successful in getting past the age line when the Weasley twins couldn't?"

Lisa shrugged.

"Apparently," she answered.

"Maybe we should bet that both of them do it together," Daphne teased, "seeing as they're stuck together."

"Daphne," Aria growled in warning.

"Put me down for Cassius," Harry said loudly, earning a brief nod of acknowledgement from the older student. "A Galleon."

"Me too," Aria said. "And I don't have my money on me so just chase me down tomorrow."

"You know I will," Anthony answered, scribbling away in his notebook. "Besides, I know you're not actually going to make me chase you down. You're too honest for that."

Dumbledore stood, calling everyone's attention to him by clapping. All eyes turned to him. Just behind him, Karkaroff and Madam Maxime stood alongside two British Ministry officials, and representatives from the Eastern bloc countries of the ICW and the French. Aria briefly wondered why it was the French that always got to represent Beauxbatons when they accepted people from most Western European countries, but reminded herself it was probably because Beauxbatons was in France, and no one who knew was telling where Durmstrang was located.

"It is now time for the moment you have all been waiting for!" Dumbledore declared, opening his arms wide. The Goblet of Fire gave a dramatic burst of flame and the students cheered.

"I have with me," Dumbledore said, "the Headmaster Karkaroff and Headmistress Olympe. Beside me are Mr. Bartemius Crouch and Mr. Ludo Bagman. Let us welcome these two fine gentlemen as, without them, we would not be having the Triwizard Tournament!"

More cheering.

"Yeah, and without Mr. Crouch, Sirius wouldn't have spent twelve years in Azkaban," Harry muttered. Aria tilted her head in acknowledgement. Remus had told them that Barty Crouch had been the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the end of the war, and that he had authorized some controversial use of magic for the aurors during that time. He had, apparently, even sent his own son to Azkaban. That had been right after Sirius had been sent, and only then had he handed the DMLE over to Amelia Bones, disgraced. Though not in too much disgrace, Aria thought, as he was Percy's boss in the Department of International Cooperation.

Still, he was not well liked in her house.

"If your name is drawn from the Goblet," Dumbledore continued, "please proceed into the back room through that doorway." He pointed to a door that Aria knew led into some kind of receiving room that was usually off limits to Hogwarts students.

Dumbledore turned to the Goblet. It turned a glowing blue for a second as its flames rose higher before a piece of paper spat itself out of the Goblet and floated downwards for Dumbledore to grab out of the air.

"The Durmstrang Champion . . ." Dumbledore cried. Tension rose in the air. "VIKTOR KRUM!"

Durmstrang burst into loud cheers as Krum rose to his feet. Nicholas was pounding his friend's back in congratulations and Aria could see that, even though Krum was a little embarrassed with all the attention, he was really quite pleased with himself. He gave a nod to Karkaroff and the ICW official and disappeared through the door into the other room.

The Goblet flared blue again and another piece of paper came out.

"The Beauxbatons Champion . . . FLEUR DELACOUR!"

Many Beauxbatons students cheered for the girl as she rose to her feet and sauntered past Dumbledore in the backroom, although Aria could see at least two French students grumbling to each other, and another girl was in tears.

Anticipation among the Hogwarts students rose as the Goblet flared blue for a third time and a third piece of paper came shooting out, floating down to be grabbed by Dumbledore. He paused, quite longer than the others, which Aria thought was just mean. The usual twinkle in his eye was there and the headmaster smiled at the students.

"The Hogwarts Champion is . . . CEDRIC DIGGORY!"

The Hufflepuff table exploded. Students screamed. A few older students cried. Cedric rose to his feet and had to wade through a mosh pit of Hufflepuffs to cross the entire Great Hall. Aria and Harry clapped as best as they could with their arms stuck together.

"A Hufflepuff?" Aria heard Graham Montague cry. "It should've been you, Cass."

Cedric Diggory disappeared into the other room. Dumbledore held his hands up to call for quiet. It took a moment for the Hufflepuffs to settle down. Susan was looking particularly pleased, and Aria knew it was because she and Cedric were cousins. Over at the Ravenclaw table, several fifth-year girls were squealing with Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker, as she was Cedric's girlfriend. They had been dating since school started.

"Now, with the Champions chosen," Dumbledore cried, "let us—,"

He was interrupted by the Goblet flaring blue again. Gasps of shock rose from the students and the adults. Dread immediately washed over Aria like a wave from the pool and she felt Harry begin to shake beside her. She thought she heard him praying to Merlin, to God, to someone that nothing would happen.

A fourth piece of paper came shooting out of the Goblet and Dumbledore snatched it from the air, staring at it with his mouth hanging open before he shook his head.

"Harry Potter."

Dumbledore did not say it loudly, yet everyone heard it in the silence of the Great Hall. Dumbledore looked up.

"Harry Potter!" he called, eyes immediately searching the Slytherin table.

"No," Harry muttered, shaking his head.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore cried again.

"You've got to go," Daphne hissed, giving Harry a little shove on the shoulder. He staggered upright, dragging Aria with him, the two of them stumbling as neither had discussed what foot to put forward first. They almost fell into Luna, but Anthony was quick to grab them and help them straighten.

"Middle legs," Aria muttered. Harry nodded and the two of them carefully made their way up the aisle.

"Only Potter vas called," Karkaroff growled.

"Sort of attached here," Aria retorted as they passed the Durmstrang headmaster and when through the door into the other room. Cedric, Viktor, and Fleur were gathered by the cheery fire, shaking hands, and already chatting quietly with each other. They looked over as the fourth years entered.

"Is everything all right?" Cedric asked. "Do they need us for anything?"

"No," Aria muttered as they limped forward.

"Is everything all right?" Viktor asked.

"It seems the Goblet spat out a fourth name," Aria answered. Viktor and Fleur gasped in shock and Cedric's jaw dropped, clearly taken aback by the news.

The door to the room burst open and the adults came pouring in, Karkaroff and Madam Olympe arguing loudly in Dumbledore's ear. Crouch and Bagman were trying their best to avoid answering questions from several journalists who were following them on their heels. Aria could hear the English mashing with French and Bulgarian as the volume increased. Beside her, Harry tensed, becoming so stiff she was surprised he didn't break in half from the tension.

Behind the group came Snape, McGonagall, and Moody. All three professors perturbed at the evening's turn of events.

"This is outrageous!" Karkaroff cried, waving his hands so violently, that Cedric stepped in front of Aria and Harry. "I thought you said your age line was impenetrable!"

"It is," Dumbledore answered, calm as ever. Aria felt irrationally angry at the man's calm. The Goblet had spit out a fourth person's name! A person who had not even entered and was not old enough to compete! How could he be so calm about this?

"Harry," Dumbledore said, stopping just in front of the champions. Cedric shifted so that Harry and Dumbledore could look at each other. "Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

"No!" Harry cried.

"Eet iz obvious he iz lying!" Madam Olympe cried.

"Mr. Potter is one of the most honest students we have," Professor McGonagall snapped. "I would appreciate it if you did not besmirch his character!"

"If Hogwarts gets two champions, than so should we!" Karkaroff cried.

"I'm not competing," Harry insisted.

"You've no choice, my boy!" Bagman cried, far too cheerfully. "It's a magical binding contract. Your name came out, you compete."

"But I'm not of age," Harry said. "How can it be a binding magical contract when I did not enter my name?"

"Is this your handwriting?" Dumbledore asked, holding out a piece of paper. Harry grabbed it and he and Aria stared down at it in shock. It was Harry's name written in Harry's handwriting.

Professor Snape came up and plucked the paper scrap from Harry's hand. He took one look at it and sighed heavily.

"I believe I have found a part of your missing potions homework," the man drawled. He handed the scrap to Moody. "Note how two sides of the paper appear ripped. Mr. Potter always puts his name in the left corner of his homework scrolls."

"You think someone purposefully put his name into the Goblet?" Bagman cried, laughing nervously, eyeing the journalists who were eating up the story if the speed of their Dicta-Quills were anything to go by. Aria wondered why the press was even allowed here at the moment.

"Not just that," Moody groused. "But it had to be someone who was magically powerful enough to confound the Goblet!"

"You've put thought into this Mad-Eye," Karkaroff sneered.

"It was my job for decades to think like Dark Wizards," Moody sneered back. "As it is, even if Mr. Potter had put his name into the Goblet, he has neither the magical power nor the knowledge to make the Goblet forget that this is a Triwizard tournament. It would have taken skill to convince the Goblet that there was a fourth school."

"Still," Mr. Crouch finally said, "the rules are the rules. Mr. Potter must compete."

"The rules are the rules," Aria repeated, more than a bit snidely. "Is that what you said when you sent Sirius to Azkaban without a trial?"

"Miss Bourne!" Snape hissed, shaking her by the shoulder even as McGonagall began to cough as if she were choking, and Moody laughed. Crouch glared at Aria even as she glared back. Who did this man think he was, forcing her best friend to compete in a tournament that had killed champions and spectators before? Especially a friend who was underage!

"Perhaps we should get Sirius here," Aria said. "Or does the wizarding world just do things to underage wizards without permission of their guardians? I know it's a bit fuzzy with my dad, seeing as he's a Muggle, but Harry's guardian is a wizard and everything!"

"Oh, I'm sure Lord Black would love to have a word or two with Mr. Crouch," Snape said.

"Now, now," Dumbledore said. "We will contact Sirius—,"

"Right now," McGonagall stated, now that she was finished coughing. "I will fetch him. And the Aurors."

"The aurors?" Bagman cried. Crouch looked like he had sucked on a lemon.

"Now, Minerva," Dumbledore said, "is that necessary at this point?"

"Albus," McGonagall answered, in a voice that all students knew better than to contradict. "Mr. Potter has admitted that that is his handwriting on the scrap of paper. Which means that he, a fourteen-year-old, is now magically bound to compete in this tournament! As the Weasley twins demonstrated, your Age Line was full proof, which means that someone of age with the magical means, entered Mr. Potter into the tournament and willfully ensured that the Goblet chose a fourth champion. A goblet that for several hundred years has never done such a thing! At this point, we cannot assume anything less than malicious intent towards Mr. Potter. If I do not call the aurors, Lord Black certainly will."

"You're my favorite professor ever, Professor McGonagall!" Harry breathed, slumping against Aria in relief at Sirius being called. McGonagall sniffed, pleased with herself, and then promptly left the room. There was much awkwardness after she left, but eventually, Snape ushered Aria and Harry and the other three champions to a corner of the room and conjured up a long couch for them to all sit on.

It was fifteen tense minutes before McGonagall returned followed by Remus, Sirius, Madam Bones, and Aurors Shacklebolt and Tonks. Madam Bones was as stern looking as ever, her monocle glistening in the firelight as she gave a look to all the adults.

Within a few minutes everyone had been filled in on what had happened. Madam Bones and the aurors looked graver and graver as the situation was explained, especially when Moody gave his professional opinion.

"We will need to have a look at the goblet," Madam Bones said. "Is there a copy of the contract that we can look at?"

Crouch and Bagman looked at each other.

"Not with us," Bagman admitted. Madam Bones sighed and turned her back to the two ministry workers.

"I apologize for this," she said to Harry. "Although, I'm not sure why Miss Bourne is here?"

"Oh, we're attached," Aria said, lifting up their arms. "Someone from Durmstrang took a pot shot at me and Harry got in the way, and we went tumbling down the stairs and somehow ended up stuck together. Madam Pomfrey said that in a few hours we should just naturally disconnect."

Remus waved his wand over the two of them, a small twitch of his mouth showing that, even in this serious moment, he had found something to be amused with.

"I think Sirius might be able to help," he said. Sirius stepped forward and waved his own wand over Harry and Aria. He shook his head.

"Of course," he muttered. "Hold on a tic." He muttered something in Latin, waving his wand in a Z pattern, there was a POP and Aria and Harry were no longer stuck together!

"Praise Merlin!" Aria cried.

"Can we get on with the night?" Bagman questioned. "I would like to give the Champions their instructions."

"Of course," Madam Bones said. "But we must determine what to do with Mr. Potter. He is underage, and binding magical contract or not, is at a distinct disadvantage than the other champions."

"There's no way to get me out of the tournament?" Harry asked, latching onto Remus. Madam Bones looked at him apologetically.

"I am certain Lord Black, and his lawyer, will look for a way," she said, "unfortunately magical contracts functions much differently from just simple legal contracts. Since you did write your name, even though you did not put your name into the Goblet, that usually means that the magic upon the Goblet accepts you as a competitor."

"So, if someone had written Harry's name down and put that into the goblet, then the magical contract wouldn't connect to Harry?" Aria questioned.

"That's correct, Miss Bourne. Of course, there are ways around magical contracts, so rest assured that a great many of us will be taking a deep look at the contract." Madam Bones silenced Bagman with a glare. "For now, though, it appears Hogwarts has two champions."

The adults went off again, yelling at each other. Harry sank into the couch, face paling alarmingly. Cedric wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders. Remus and Sirius knelt in front of him.

"We're going to do everything to fix this," Sirius said.

"What if you can't?" Harry croaked out. Aria could hear how he wanted to cry. "What if I have to compete?"

"Then we make sure you're prepared," Remus stated. "You're not going at this alone."

Harry nodded, but his face continued to pale. Aria pushed Remus and Sirius out of the way just in time for Harry to lean forward and vomit. The adults arguing immediately stopped mid-yell to stare.

"I don't want to compete," Harry cried, vomiting again. Professor Snape dug into the pockets of his robe and handed Remus a Stomach Soother which he then passed to Harry while Sirius banished the mess.

"When will the First Task be?" Remus asked, turning to Crouch and Bagman.

"In two weeks," Bagman answered, still sounding far too cheery for the situation. "The champions may not receive help from professors or other adults as they prepare."

"You want to send a fourteen-year-old into the tournament without any help whatsoever?" Sirius demanded, rising to his feet. Bagman stumbled back.

"We will, of course, look over the rules and see what can be tweaked for Mr. Potter," Bagman said.

"We will, of course, look over the rules and see about getting Mr. Potter out of this mess," Madam Bones snapped. "Shacklebolt, Tonks, please go take a look at the Goblet. Are the Champions needed anymore? There is much I would like to discuss without them or the press." The other adults in the room only now seemed to realize that the entire debacle had been witnessed by various journalists who looked unashamed for having stayed without saying a word.

"You go," Sirius told Remus, passing Harry to him. "I'll stay and talk." Remus nodded and led Harry, Aria, and the other champions out of the room.

The Great Hall was empty when they entered.

"I'm really sorry I spoiled the evening," Harry murmured, leaning heavily against Remus.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Fleur cried with a swish of her ponytail. Aria wished her hair could look that smooth. "It is clear you did nothing wrong."

"I believe that you didn't put your name in the Goblet," Cedric said. "Unfortunately, I can't say the same for anyone else."

"I would like one year without people trying to hex us in the hallways," Aria muttered.

"I'll try and run interference with Hufflepuff," Cedric told them. "But I can't guarantee anything."

"Thanks," Harry answered. "That . . . it means a lot that you guys believe me."

In the entrance hall they said their good-byes and Viktor escorted Fleur out towards the Beauxbatons carriage while Remus pressed a kiss to Harry and Aria's heads before the three of them descended the stairs towards the dungeons, Cedric veering off down a corridor halfway down towards the Hufflepuff common room.

Reaching the portrait of Salazar Slytherin, Harry grabbed Aria's hand, stopping her from saying the password.

"Need a minute?" she asked. Harry nodded, taking several deep breaths.

"Whatever it is you're avoiding, best get it done with," Salazar stated. Harry nodded.

"Avalon," Aria said, and the portrait swung open.

Inside, the Slytherins had all congregated in the common room, clearly waiting for them to return. The moment Aria and Harry stepped through the portrait hole, the common room fell silent, and every eye turned towards them.

"Do I have something on my face?" Aria asked. A few students tittered and the tension lessened just a bit.

"How'd you do it?" Lucian Bole, one of the seventh years, asked. "The Weasley twins failed to get by the age line and somehow you managed it!"

"I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire," Harry said.

"Oh, come off it, Potter!" Montague sneered. "No one believes it."

"Would a Wizard's Oath suffice?" Harry questioned. Multiple students glanced at each other. Harry drew his wand and held it aloft.

"I swear upon my magic that I did not enter my name into the Triwizard Tournament," Harry stated, "so mote it be." A little flash of light came from his wand and Aria felt the magic settle over the room, light and tingly. Several students relaxed. Many of the fourth years sank back into the chairs that they had sat on.

"So now the question is, who's out to kill you?" Pansy said. Several first years gasped and even a few upper years glared at Pansy. "What? We're all thinking it."

"It's a fair question," Harry muttered. Daphne and Tracey made room for him and Aria on the sofa. "And we don't know. Sirius and Remus and the aurors were called. They're going to see if I'm even magically obligated to compete since I'm underage. They didn't sound too hopeful, but they're going to see."

"Well," Cassius drawled, "at least Slytherin will be represented."

"Preferred it to be you," Harry said.

"Appreciated, Potter."

Awkward silence fell over the common room.

"Did they say what the first task was?" Ginny asked.

"No, just that it's in a few weeks," Harry said. "And the champions aren't allowed to have help from the professors."

"Like that rule has never been broken," someone muttered. "And we're not professors which means that if you do have to compete, it's in Slytherin's best interest to help you succeed. If only not to be shown up by a Hufflepuff."

"Who also happens to be of age!" Aria cried.

"Details, details," the Slytherin answered. "Not important."

"What is important," Blaise said, "is whether or not we're going to be targeted in the school because of . . . this."

Several students groaned.

"Prefects!" Arnold Melcher, the seventh-year male prefect called, "gather the first years. We'll give them the details on how to stay safe when the school's out to get them."

As the prefects ushered the first years off to a corner of the common room, the fourth years and Ginny gathered closer around Harry and Aria. They told them everything that they had seen and heard.

"The press is going to have a field day," Tracey said. Harry buried his face in a couch pillow.

"Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor all believed Harry," Aria said, "and that's a large chunk of the battle right there."

"I guess we'll find out," Draco replied. "But I think it's a safe bet to say we all need to stick in groups. So, we're not going anywhere alone." Aria worked hard not to look too long at Draco as he said it. "We're sticking together. If only to make sure Harry brings eternal glory to Slytherin."

Harry threw a pillow at Draco.