Expired Potion

Summary

An expired potion combined with Fate creates a high risk/high reward situation for the wizarding world. Harry and Dobby do their best to make things right.

Ships – Age appropriate harmony.

Book compliance – The story begins during June of 1995. The events leading up to the day prior to the third task scene are substantially as they were.

Disclaimer - JKR's sandbox, not mine. We're having a blast pushing some of the piles around a bit and rearranging them. We're beyond grateful that anyone would spend their time reading our twisted thoughts.

Wizarding etiquette – This and most fanfiction stories are written strictly on a hobby basis. We make no claim that these chapters are error free. Tom and I are volunteering our time for your enjoyment. We write chapters, you leave thank you notes – an easy exchange.

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Chapter One

Another Prophecy

Thursday June 23, 1995 – The day before the third task

Harry Potter was walking to one of the empty classrooms at Hogwarts when he encountered his elf friend, Dobby. Harry asked him if there was a room where he could practice dodging and spellcasting without being disturbed. Little D was delighted to help his best friend and led him to the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor. In its usual configuration, it was a room that could become anything that the user required. After Harry walked back and forth thinking about what he needed, a door appeared. Inside, Harry found nearly three dozen practice dummies wearing black robes, a few parchments listing recommended spells and an old bottle of Felix Felicis; the luck potion. He practiced for six hours, then drank the entire quart-sized, dusty potion bottle.

Unfortunately, the bottle of liquid luck potion had expired 40 years ago, As such, it didn't exactly provide luck and inspiration, so much as force a series of do-overs until Fate deemed that the perfect day had been achieved by the consumer.

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Fifth-year students Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe were harassing third-year student Luna Lovegood yet again. As Edgecombe maliciously broke Luna's bottle-cork necklace, Lovegood's eyes rolled and she delivered a true prophecy. Shocked and more than a bit frightened at the occurrence, the two older teens pushed the younger magical over, then ran away.

"The Hero and his Squire approach. They will face the two Dark Lords and their henchmen six times six times. If they defeat the Dark Lords, and their minions, the Hero shall take the maiden as his own. Should they fail, chaos shall reign. Either way, Fate shall be satisfied."

Not seeing the previous encounter, Harry and Dobby come across the blond waif moments later, helped her up, and set her right. She thanked them, and as they left, whispered, "Good luck, Harry Potter."

Dobby hadn't heard most of the words, but recognized that the young witch who had befriended him for the last two years had just spoken a true prophecy.

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If at first you don't succeed...

Friday June 24 – The day of the third task

The next morning, Harry's alarm went off at 6:30. On the way to the showers, he ran into Dean and Neville, who both wished him good luck in third task.

He had a quick breakfast and left Hermione sitting at the table when she asked him about his astronomy assignment for what felt like the fourth time this week. While his friend had the very best of intentions, the troubled teen was far too preoccupied to respond politely, as he normally would. Her eyes glistened as he got up and left.

He immediately left for the Room of Requirement, where, following Dobby's instructions, he paced back and forth asking for the training room. Again, he practiced dodging and rolling out of the way. Finally, it was almost dinner time. He took a quick shower and put on his Tri-Wizard Tournament uniform before heading towards the Great Hall, where he sat with Hermione, She was disappointed that he hadn't spent the day with her, but didn't directly comment on it.

At dinner, there was a special meal served for the four Champions and their guests, who'd each been assigned their own tables for their family and close friends. Krum and Cedric ordered steak and jacket potatoes, while Fleur had her favorite French soup. Too nervous to eat much, Harry had a piece of toast and some fresh fruit. It felt like a condemned prisoner's last meal.

...

A half-hour before the third task was set to start, the four Champions were escorted into a tent where Ludo Bagman explained the rules. "The maze has been filled with magical creatures and other obstacles. You'll either need to get past them, or go around them, on your way to finding the crystal cup. The first person to grab it will be transported to the winner's stand, just outside the maze. The person taking the cup will also activate a charm which will bring down the maze within ten minutes."

He continued, "You can use your wand to move, evade, or fight the animals and obstacles that you'll encounter. You can also slow down the other Champions by stunning them if you wish. Hopefully, that won't be necessary; good sportsmanship and all.

"If you get into trouble and wish to be rescued, send up red sparks and Professor McGonagall will come get you. Are there any questions?"

Cedric asked, "What, or who else is in the maze?"

Bagman gave a little laugh and replied, "That's part of the challenge. Keep your wits about you and you'll do fine. You'll enter the maze based upon your current point totals. Mr. Potter, you'll go first, followed by Mr. Diggory, followed by Mr. Krum, followed by Miss Delacour at two minute intervals. The cannon will sound when it's your time to go in. You'll all have a good chance. In most cases, you can go through an obstacle, or you can go around it. Good luck."

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Moody and McGonagall were outside the maze patrolling with the stated purpose of keeping nosy spectators out of the field of play. Moody asked McGonagall to patrol the front wall while he'd watch the other three sides.

Fudge was sitting in the third row as McGonagall walked by; along with the Malfoys and the other reformed Death Eaters, who provided him with a continual stream of campaign contributions. Dumbledore, along with the other judges were sitting to Fudge's left, in front of the winner's podium.

Fudge was painfully aware of the fact that, like the second task, there was absolutely nothing to see. The excessive height of the hedges completely obscured whatever may have been happening inside the maze. As such, there wasn't even an announcer. At least half of the spectators attending were at the concessions stand buying butterbeers, or other beverages, grumbling that they'd purchased worthless tickets. The only person who seemed delighted by the spectacle was a third year student carrying a camera, who seemed intent on documenting the entire event.

At 7pm, Filch fired the ceremonial cannon. One by one, the Champions entered the maze according to their accumulated scores. Harry entered first. Unseen by the spectators, ten minutes later, the man resembling Alastor Moody entered the side of the maze and imperiused Krum to wait five minutes, then find Fleur and torture the French Champion. Having done that, he casually walked to the front edge and greeted McGonagall. He asked, "No red sparks yet?"

She replied, "Not that I've seen."

Moody nodded and admitted, "I'd best get back to my post." They parted ways.

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At the first intersection, Harry encountered one of the giant spiders which had tried to eat him in his second year. Resisting the urge to blast it to smithereens, Harry turned left. He didn't know that the spider had been spelled to stay in that very position to block the emergency access to the cup. Harry hated the giant spiders and thought that they should all be put down, but put it out of his mind and moved on. He heard the second cannon blast and knew that Cedric wouldn't be far behind him if he tarried where he was.

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At every other intersection, or so, Harry used the Point Me charm that Hermione had taught him. He made a mental note to himself to tell her tomorrow when they could get a few minutes to themselves. While he hadn't entered himself, he'd received loads of help from his friend, including the hours that she'd spent prior to the first task, teaching him the summoning charm, so he could collect his broom.

He never would have completed, let alone done well in the second task without help. Cedric had given him the clue that allowed him to decipher the golden egg. Even more so, Dobby had found him a supply of gillyweed that allowed the teen, who'd barely ever been in a pool, to swim like a dolphin in the cold waters of the Black Lake.

Here he was in the third task, leading the contest. Prior to yesterday, he'd never had a safe, quiet place where he could practice his spellcasting and dodging. Again, it was due to Dobby's help. Neither McGonagall nor Dumbledore had lifted a finger to help him in the tournament. In contrast, he was certain that Sprout and the Heads of the other two schools had been bending the rules right and left to help their own champions.

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While Harry was contemplating the upside-down cloud, he heard the cannon blast again; meaning that Krum would be entering the maze. He just walked through the illusion when the final cannon blast sounded. After trying several more turns and doubling back more than once, he encountered what appeared to be a dementor. Guessing that the organizers wouldn't place such a deadly being in a school contest, Harry cast Riddikulus and the boggart slinked away to hide until the next person walked by. He reminded himself to thank Professor Lupin when he saw him next.

He'd taken several wrong turns and heard what sounded like a muffled scream a few minutes before he reached the Sphinx. Given that he'd just encountered one, the spider riddle seemed fairly easy.

Walking along, he was feeling fairly confident before another Acromantula gashed his leg and ran off. It hurt, but it wasn't broken, or bleeding profusely. He kept going.

Harry took two more right turns and he could see the cup off in the distance. As he started towards it, he could see Cedric coming towards the cup from the opposite direction, He noted that another giant spider was charging him from behind, He called, out, "Cedric – Behind you!" Harry took careful aim and the two teens blasted the spider.

The older teen called out, "Thanks, Harry." Just then, Cedric noticed the cup on the plinth between them and said, "Take it; you earned it."

Harry shook his head. Having no family of his own, the so-called Eternal Glory associated with winning the tournament didn't mean anything to him. He replied, "We'll both take it – for a Hogwarts victory. On three. One, two, three." They both grabbed it and were jerked away.

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Seconds later, they landed, but it definitely wasn't the winner's stand.

As they looked around, Harry heard a high-pitched voice shout, "Kill the spare."

Harry's attention had been focused on the sign that read, Little Hangleton Cemetery when he turned and Cedric's lifeless body slumped onto him, knocking him over. As he tried rolling away, he heard Stupefy and knew no more.

He awoke a few minutes later to the sound of Pettigrew chanting, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given. You shall restore your son."

Cold rage coursed through Harry. A year ago, Pettigrew had been begging Harry for mercy. The next thing that caught his attention was the cold voice of the re-embodied Dark Lord commanding, "Robe me."

Harry noticed his wand on the ground, ten feet away, where Pettigrew had tossed it. He also saw a ten-foot black cobra coiled up sleeping. He was greeted by Voldemort, who apparently enjoyed hearing his own voice, but was unhappy with the teen's casual response to his question.

"Crucio."

It felt like he'd stuck his fingers into an electrical outlet. Everything hurt, Fortunately, it only lasted a few seconds. Somehow during the horrible curse, the ropes loosened somewhat. At least Harry could flex his aching arms and move his ankles.

As his head cleared and his vision had refocused, he noticed that Pettigrew's left hand was missing and that his wrist was bleeding freely. The teen wiggled his toes and fingers to get them working again properly. Riddle pressed his wand against Pettigrew's Dark Mark tattoo. Harry wished that he'd hit the rat man with a bone breaker to the neck back in the shack a year ago when he'd had the chance.

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Soon the Death Eaters began arriving in groups of two or three, wearing their black robes and silver masks. They arranged themselves in a practiced order in a loose circle surrounding Harry and their master. There were several gaps in the circle, as if they were sitting at a large dinner table and were saving places for known friends. The arrangement seemed to have significance. The only masked Death Eater that Harry clearly recognized was Lucius Malfoy. His long blond hair was impossible to miss. He counted 32 followers in attendance.

Riddle greeted some of his followers by name. They each gave a half-bow as he called on them. He made a big show of replacing Pettigrew's missing appendage with a silver hand that was movable.

Finally, Riddle turned his attention back to Harry. With a slight flick of his wand, the ropes that had tied Harry to the grave marker untied themselves and fell away. "Stand, Harry Potter. Wormtail, give him his wand back. The Dark Lord is generous tonight. We'll have a little duel."

After a few minutes of self-recognition, Riddle gave Harry a sideways glance. With a swiftness that apparently caught some of his followers by surprise, Riddle said "Begin." A blink later, a jet of green light was zooming his way.

Instinctively, Harry rolled out of the way and the green light of the killing curse struck the woman standing to the left of Lucius. She fell over, dead. The rest of the Death Eaters each moved back a few steps each.

Harry had moved a dozen feet to the right. Just as he cast Expelliarmus, Riddle cast the killing curse again. The spells connected and a dome of golden light formed, surrounding the two duelists. Riddle shouted, "Do nothing."

The spot where the two spells connected moved back and forth, like a game of tug-of-war. Harry pushed with all of his might and the spot moved closer to Riddle, who was regretting getting into a sustained draw on his magic so soon after his revival. With one last monumental shove, the connection point reached Riddle's wand.

In reverse order, a semitransparent image of every spell that he'd cast, popped out of Riddle's wand. Surprising him, Harry also saw an image of Cedric that spoke to him, saying, "Harry, please take my body back to my parents." Harry nodded. The image stood beside him.

Next, an image of an old man said something and stood next to Cedric.

The images that Harry wanted to see most came next, saying, "We only have a few seconds. The cup is a two-way portkey that was made by Barty-Crouch's Death Eater son. When you grab it, it will take you back to Hogwarts. He made horcruxes. Tell Dumbledore, or Amelia Bones."

While they were talking, dozens of other images came out of Riddle's wand. They began circling Riddle, making rude comments.

Harry nodded, then gushed, "I love you both. I miss you every day."

The image of Lily replied, "We know, son. Be ready to go. Now." The images completely encircled Riddle, so he couldn't see.

Harry broke the connection and ran through the golden web just as it dissipated. He ran as fast as he could toward Cedric's body, grabbed his arm, pointed his wand and said, "Accio cup." Before the Death Eaters could react, their Master's nemesis had vanished.

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They landed with a thump, next to the winner's stand, knocking it over. Fudge and Dumbledore heard him at the same time and hurried over. Still fighting to catch his breath, Harry blurted, "He's back. Riddle. Pettigrew reanimated him with a ritual – Bone of the father."

"What's this nonsense?" demanded Fudge. "Peter Pettigrew died a hero." He glanced at Cedric's body for a few seconds before concluding that the older teen was dead. "What did you do to him?"

"Peter Pettigrew killed Cedric with the killing curse. A jet of green light hit him and he was gone."

Seeing Cedric's dad running over, Fudge turned and added, "Dumbledore, you talk to Amos. I have things to do." He was hoping to talk with Lucius, who could advise him what to do.

Just then, Moody hobbled up to them. Dumbledore directed, "Alastor, take Harry to the Hospital Wing. I'll be there shortly."

When they'd reached the castle, Moody unexpectedly led Harry to his office, in sharp contrast to Dumbledore's order. After he closed and locked the door, he asked, "What happened?"

"The cup was a portkey. I.. We..."

The man cut him off. "Who was there?"

"Initially Peter Pettigrew and Tom Riddle in a toddler form. They used my blood..."

"How do you know that name?"

Harry replied, "He told it to me two years ago."

"What happened?"

"He called his Death Eaters. There were 32."

The man muttered, "Some of the cowards didn't answer my Master's call." In a louder voice, he asked, "Who was missing?"

Harry replied, "He mentioned Karkarov and Snape. Wait a minute... Your master? Who are you?"

Suddenly, the door was blasted open. Harry and the man were knocked over from the broken pieces. Before the man could react, Dumbledore stunned him.

Harry shouted, "Professor, that's not Professor Moody."

The old wizard nodded and replied, "I know. The question is, who is he?"

Just as Dumbledore was picking up Moody's flask, the man's skin began to bubble and change. Half a minute later, Dumbledore remarked, "Barty Crouch Junior. Of course. It all makes sense. Professor McGonagall, please watch this man. I have to get Harry to the Hospital Wing."

As they walked, in a soft voice, Dumbledore asked, "What happened when you grabbed the cup? How was Mr. Diggory involved?"

Harry told him most of what had happened. Just as he was about to mention his parents' message about horcruxes, there was a chill in the hallway and he heard a man scream, "Noooooooo."

Dumbledore sent Harry on to the hospital wing and ran back to his office to admonish Fudge for bringing a dementor into the castle.

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Before Harry could finish saying, "Hello," Pomfrey had him into the first bed, all the while waving her wand, performing a dozen diagnostic spells. An instant later, his shoes, shirt and trousers had been magically removed and were hung up on the pole that was next to the bed. He was tempted to ask her how to perform that charm, but she was busy cleaning the gash on his leg where he had been gouged by the spider.

Hermione rushed in, followed by Amelia Bones, who'd just arrived at the castle after being notified that a dementor had been summoned. As she was about to question the teen, Pomfrey directed, "The boy needs some rest; you'll have to come back later."

Outside the door, Fudge and Dumbledore were arguing loudly. Fudge shouted, "I had every right to."

Amelia left, and Hermione looked especially annoyed that Harry wasn't allowed to talk to her. She looked like she wanted to hug him for dear life but was shooed out the door by the determined Matron.

The dreamless sleep potion that she'd given him worked for a few hours. When he awoke at 11pm, he grabbed his things, hurriedly got dressed and quietly walked to the Room of Requirement. He realized that going back to the Gryffindor tower right now would be a very bad idea and went to sleep.

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Harry woke up 6:30am in his dormitory bed.

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Friday June 24 (again)

Second try

Harry awoke at 6:30am when his alarm clock rang. He immediately recalled the events of the previous day and wondered how in the world could he have woken up in his bed in the Gryffindor Dormitory when he went to sleep at 11pm in the Room of Requirement. When he was greeted by Dean and Neville on the way to the shower, wishing him luck in the third task, Harry was baffled.

When he'd finished getting dressed, Harry went down to the Great Hall to have breakfast. As he saw Cho hanging around a very much alive Cedric, he realized what had happened. He felt his arm where Pettigrew had cut him the evening before and now there wasn't even a mark! Several other students came up to him and wished him luck. He nodded and muttered a quick thanks, walked out the door and went directly to the Room of Requirement, all the while thinking to himself, How the eff did this happen?

As he sat on the comfortable chair that the room had provided, Harry had a thought. His relatives had seen the movie, Groundhog Day two years earlier and had talked about it for weeks. Apparently Fate kept having the man in the movie repeat a specific day until it was satisfied with the result. He'd ask Hermione about the movie when he saw her next. Harry didn't know how or why, but he was all but certain that he was repeating the previous day, rather than being the butt of an extremely elaborate prank.

He thought about the previous day, wondering what he would be in a position to change and what might be outside his span of control. He thought about the maze. He'd been injured by the giant spider because he hadn't been paying careful attention and hadn't noticed the spider running from the other path. If this maze was exactly the same as the one that he'd previously been in, he could get through it faster. He wouldn't need to tie with Cedric. The older teen never needed to be in the graveyard.

His mum had mentioned the word Horcrux. He had no idea what that was. He recalled the image of his parents. Perhaps he could hold onto the image longer if he wasn't injured or had recently been tortured before connecting with Riddle's spell. He wasn't certain if he believed that idea, or the the two wands connecting had simply been a fluke. As for talking with his parents, he'd have to manage the conversation and get to the point faster.

Riddle had mistakenly killed one of his own followers. Was it another fluke, or was that something that he could work with? Who were the most important Death Eaters? He'd mentioned some of the Death Eaters by name. Harry recalled Mr. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Macnair, and some others. Those were names that he knew of. He hadn't been paying much attention to Riddle's rants at the time; he was far more concerned with getting the feeling back in his leg.

What about the man impersonating Alastor Moody? Had he been teaching all year, or had he just begun impersonating the old Auror recently? Harry couldn't believe that Professor Dumbledore would mistake the man for his friend for ten whole months.

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An hour after entering the maze

In spite of reaching the cup twenty minutes earlier, Pettigrew was still ready for him and he was hit from behind with a whispered stunner. It wasn't very strong, as he was just getting tied up when he awoke. Harry tried to flex his muscles a bit so the ropes wouldn't be so tight. He paid close attention to all of the details.

Bone of the father, unknowingly given

Flesh from a servant, willingly given

Blood from an enemy, forcibly taken

Pettigrew had returned Riddle's own wand to him. Where had it come from?

This time, about a third of Riddle's followers were called by name. Pettigrew, Lucius, Crabbe, Goyle, Avery, Macnair, Dawlish, Felsenthal, Bulstrode, Flint, Ogden, and Nott. They had stood in the same order with the same gaps as Harry had remembered. Harry had made a point to stand in front of Lucius and Dawlish. Like before, he'd rolled out of the way and they'd both been killed instead.

When the wands connected, Harry tried to direct the conversation. "Mom, I love you both. What are horcruxes?"

She replied, "Bits of his soul, normally stored in objects. The diary was one. He can't fully be killed until they're destroyed. Break the connection and run. Now."

There was no maze visible when Harry returned to the winner's stand. Fudge and Dumbledore walked up to him. Proactively, Harry explained, "There was something wonky with the portkey. It took me to Little Hangleton. I walked around for a bit then came back here when I picked the cup up again."

Dumbledore commented, "Harry, the maze came down a half-hour ago."

"The teen looked around and asked, "Where's Cedric?"

Fudge replied, "Unfortunately, he was attacked by one of the obstacles and perished. A brave lad. Given the circumstances, there won't be a proper awards ceremony. Here's your winnings."

Just then, the man impersonating Moody came up and said, "The lad's been injured. I'll take him to the hospital wing."

Harry yelled, "You're not the real Moody. Expelliarmus."

The man had too tight of a grip on his wand. He responded with a sweeping Diffindo, which cut like a ribbon. Harry rolled out of the way.

Tragically, Fred, Angelina, and George were behind Harry and the three bystanders were sliced to pieces. The man impersonating Moody activated a portkey and vanished.

Harry was heartbroken. Though he had a good idea that Fred, George and Angelina would be back at breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been here for the third task and were shattered by the sight of the Twins' bloody bodies. Looking at Dumbledore, he said, "I'll have Madam Pomfrey look at my arm, then I'll stop by your office."

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Madam Pomfrey couldn't find a reason to keep Harry overnight, though he was certain that she had wanted to. She tutted, "I'll have your arm cleaned up in just a bit." She swabbed the cut with an alcohol cloth, pointed her wand at it and said "Episkey." She added, "Put your shirt on and you can go."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey. I need to go see Professor Dumbledore."

She nodded, glad that that horrible tournament was over.

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The visit with Dumbledore started badly and went down hill from there. After Harry sat down, Dumbledore asked, "How did you know that someone was impersonating Alastor Moody?"

"I heard someone refer to him as Junior."

Dumbledore made it rather obvious that he was unsatisfied with the answer. He shifted his questioning. "What happened when you grabbed the cup in the maze?"

Except for the Groundhog Day effect, Harry gave a complete explanation. In return he asked, "How long have you known that Tom Riddle made multiple horcruxes?"

The old man with too-many-titles wasn't used to being challenged by teenagers. He snapped, "It doesn't matter... For years, I suppose. How is it that you thought to dodge Tom's spell?"

Harry made a snide reply, "As opposed to standing there and getting hit with a killing curse? I've already earned that merit badge, Professor. How is it that you didn't recognize that your friend was being impersonated for ten months?"

Dumbledore deflected the question, and admonished Harry for the death of the three teens.

Harry asked about the spells connecting. It wasn't a topic that Dumbledore was interested in and he immediately deflected Harry's question, who followed up with, "How could my mother have told me something that I had no way of knowing, if that was simply an image of a previously cast spell? What was actually happening?"

"It doesn't matter. What did Barty Junior want to know about?"

After another minute, Harry had had enough. As he got up to walk out the door, he replied, "This conversation is worthless. You ask loads of questions and don't answer any of mine. Have a restful night, Professor."

With that, he dashed out the door to the Room of Requirement.

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After the door closed behind him, Harry reflected. As much as he wanted to blame Dumbledore for the deaths of Cedric and his three quidditch teammates, the fact of the matter was that he'd taken a horrible situation and made it worse.

He thought about the changes of the day. Clearly, leaving the second giant spider anywhere near Cedric was an ill-fated idea. Currently, he didn't have a better one, but he'd come up with something and fully expected to greet the Hufflepuff Champion again tomorrow evening.

To the positive side of the ledger, being polite to Riddle had some real advantages. He hadn't been subjected to the torture curse and having him in a better mood may have led to Harry learning more names.

He vowed to practice the sweeping Diffindo curse that Junior had used on his three quidditch teammates. He needed to improve his offensive skills. He also needed to come up with another transportation option.

Most of all, he needed someone to talk with and it clearly wouldn't be the Headmaster. As much as he valued Hermione; with her habit of over-analyzing tiny details, he didn't think that she was the right person to help in the eight-hour window that Harry had between the conclusion of breakfast and when he needed to get ready for dinner and the third task. She'd spend three hours asking questions, two hours recommending yet another handful of defensive spells then insist that they go tell some authority figure, who would ask the same questions, all over again. While he thought the world of her, in this situation, he'd never make any progress.

If he needed a specific piece of information, she was an outstanding researcher, but he needed someone who possessed the experience, vision, motivation, and resources to actually help.

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A/Ns

Change is simply doing something different. There's no guarantee that it will provide better results. Harry and friends are in for quite a bumpy road.

Long-time readers may recall that I originally attempted this storyline thread in my No Thanks tale as I was first posting it. After a few chapters, I'd truly painted myself into a corner with respect to the plot. While I removed that thread and reposted the tale twenty years ago, it was a story thread that I'd always wanted to use. This is my attempt.

Apprentice Tom has agreed to be the primary voice of Dobby in this tale. He's given a whimsical, snarky voice to Little D and his pals that puts a smile on my face. We've had a world of fun writing and revising this tale over the last year.

Thank you for taking the time to read our ideas.

Cheers

Crow and Tom

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