Disclaimer: Not really a story per say.

Just a few loose Omake

OMAKE: Evil Detector

All eyes turned to stare at Harry Potter as he entered holding an odd device with blinking lights.

"Hmmm." The Ravenclaw table moved out of the way when he pointed it at them as did the Hufflepuffs. "Interesting."

"Harry," Dumbledore said kindly. "Would you mind telling us what you're doing?"

"I'm trying to improve security," Harry replied absently. "To that end, I've constructed an Evil Detector."

"An Evil Detector hmmm? How does it work?"

"I'll explain it later when both of us have several hours to spare," Harry said. "But let's just say I've spent the last several months constructing this in my spare time."

"Point it at Snape, Harry," Ron yelled. "Let's see how evil that bugger is."

"Well . . . that's unexpected," Harry muttered.

"What is it Harry?" Dumbledore asked intently.

"Well . . . according to this, he's not evil." Harry replied, "but Snape is a pathetic dick."

"Professor . . ." Dumbledore began.

"Sorry, Professor pathetic dick." Harry barked a short laugh. "He's not even as evil as Professor McGonagall."

"Professor McGonagall is evil?" Dumbledore asked in shock.

"Professor," Harry directed the question to his head of house, "are you or are you not planning to assign homework over the holidays?"

"Well . . . that is to say . . ."

"See, evil. Didn't say she was puppy eating evil, just a little evil."

"I see," Dumbledore said solemnly. "Why are you pointing it at me?"

"Woah," Harry gasped. "That reading's off the charts."

"What?" Dumbledore asked dumbly.

"It says here that you're worse then a puppy eater," Harry said slowly. "Even a worse then a cannibal puppy eater that supplements his diet with orphans."

"Your machine must be broken," Dumbledore said quickly. "Check it again."

Harry waved it in the direction of the Slytherin table and then at the Hufflepuff table again. "Nope everything seems to be in order." He waved at the Slytherins. "One table full of pathetic dicks, though not as pathetic as Snape . . . I mean, who keeps a grudge against people who bullied him as a child and uses that as justification to bully children that he's supposed to teach? And one table full evil behind the scenes types . . . you know, the sort of people who would form a shadow government and rule us all in secret?" The Slytherins looked pissed . . . in a pathetic sort of way, while the Hufflepuffs just smiled innocently in response to the nervous looks directed towards them.

"None the less I am not evil," Dumbledore said kindly.

"Hmmm, who here thinks it's a good idea to kidnap an orphan and leave him on the doorstep of a house filled with bigoted bastards . . . anyone?"

"It was for the greater good," Dumbledore said weakly.

"What if it's for the greater good?" Harry asked loudly. "Anyone . . . what about the Hufflepuffs, what do you guys think?"

"We're not that evil Harry," Susan admitted. "We'd raise the orphan as our own and brainwash them to our cause." Upon noticing the shocked looks directed at her Susan hastily amended her statement, "I mean if we were evil of course."

"Of course," Harry agreed with a wink. "So, looks like you're evil . . . really really evil."

"Oh god," Dumbledore sobbed. "Don't look at me."

Harry felt a profound sense of satisfaction as he watched several burly 'Healers' drag the former Headmaster out of the room and to his new room where he'd get to were a jacket that made him hug himself all day.

"Woah," Ron said. "Who knew that Dumbledore was so evil . . . but are you sure your machine is working right Harry? I mean, I understand that the Hufflepuffs and McGonagall are evil . . . I mean, it only makes sense right?"

"I'm sensing a but," Harry said dryly.

"Well, it's just . . . are you sure Snape is just a pathetic dick? Maybe Dumbledore's evil was so evil that it was overwhelming Snape's evil . . . or maybe he's just too much of a pathetic dick and that hides his evilness?"

"This isn't an Evil Detector," Harry sighed. "It's a remote control."

"A what's it now?" Ron scratched his chin. "Does that mean Dumbledore isn't evil?"

"You know what . . . forget it, I was just kidding. Why don't you try to figure out why it didn't work right on Snape?"

"Ok Harry," Ron agreed.

"You wanna go for a . . . . walk?" Susan asked in a sultry voice as she wrapped her arms around Harry's chest.

"Sure." He turned and gave her a kiss. "Thanks for backing me up there."

"You owe me," she giggled. "Do you know how hard it was to convince the others to let you reveal our shadow government?"

AN: Just a bit of fun, move along nothing to see here.

Omake: The Second Task

Goes with Omake: 'A Rather Depressing scene' in chapter 26 of 'Odd Ideas'

"He's been down there a long time," Susan said with a worried frown. "Do you think he'll be ok?"

"He's a Hufflepuff," her aunt said with an unladylike snort. "Harry'll be fine and there isn't any real danger so Hanna will be too . . . no matter what happens."

"Wait . . . oh god, look at the water."

"Blood," Amelia said in a matter of fact tone. "Wait here, I need to go find out what's happening." Amelia pushed her way to the crowds and joined Dumbledore and the Judges at the shore of the lake just in time to see a wounded merman crawl out of the lake.

The merman managed to choke out a few words to a rapidly paling Dumbledore who signaled to the healer.

"What's he saying," Amelia demanded.

"Harry," Dumbledore said sickly. "He's . . ." The old man cut off when the boy in question stepped out of the lake with his friend Hanna cradled in his arms.

"You did this to her," Harry said in an oddly calm voice.

"Harry I . . ."

"Die." Most people would say that a fourth year student would be no match for the great Albus Dumbledore . . . when that student was Harry Potter, most people would be wrong.

IIIIIIIIII

"How's Albus?" Minerva asked.

"With a bit of luck, he could regain up to sixty percent of his mobility." Pomfrey said with as much cheer as she could muster. "And he should be regaining consciousness any day now."

"Wonderful," Minerva sighed. "And Harry?"

"Calmed down after Hanna assured him that she was ok," Poppy sighed. "If it weren't for her then Albus . . ." she trailed off.

"It's nothing less then what he deserved," Sprout entered the conversation. "I told him not to go through with the task, I did everything I could to keep them from taking Hanna but Albus wouldn't listen. Even had the gall to confine me to my quarters under guard to keep me from 'interfering with the challenge on young Harry's behalf' as he put it."

"You knew what would happen?" Minerva gasped.

"I knew what would happen," Sprout agreed.

AN: Not all that good, but it's just an omake.

Mini OMAKE: The Hat, goes with the above Omake.

"Harry Potter." The hall went silent and every eye turned to watch the small boy take his seat and put the hat on his head.

"Oh . . . oh my," the Hat said. "I . . . I'm sorry lad, not many face such trials at such a young age. There's only one place I can put you after what you did and who knows perhaps you'll be able to find new friends in . . . Hufflepuff."

Mini Omake: Triwizard.

"Bad Dragon." Harry smacked the giant lizard on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. "No," he said firmly. The crowd watched in shock as the bewildered dragon shank back submissively. "You've just got to be firm with them," Harry explained as he reached up to scratch the dragon behind one of the horns.