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Chapter 9 - Beauxbatons and Durmstrang
The next morning the castle was abuzz with talk of the new quidditch league and the upcoming tournament. At breakfast a number of the Hufflepuff’s having heard of the map in their common room last night, lined up politely for the map. Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were next, also returning at lunch when they ran out of time at breakfast.
The first few Slytherins came at lunch as well. After they learned what Harry was giving them, the rest showed up at supper. Each of Harry’s friends met him on the steps to the castle and their usual run followed by the workout in the training facilities in the Quidditch Stadium. Many of his friends and the players from his past quidditch teams were making great progress in their physical fitness.
Harry in particular noticed Susan Bones looking very good in her new workout gear. After the workout, he approached Katie, Angelina and Alicia, in the hot tub in the Gryffindor training facility relaxing after the workout. “Hey girls, so, do you have a seeker yet for the quidditch league I’m putting together?” Harry asked.
Angelina smiled brightly, “We do now. We were hoping to recruit you today. Ginny is good, but we know she’s no match for you and the wood between your legs.” Angelina said lasciviously. “We figured the twins are the best beaters in the school now we just need a keeper. Olly will be hard to replace though.”
“Yeah, he will, it’ll be nice to fly with the flying foxes again.” Harry said ignoring the racy comment.
Katie blushed deeply looking at Harry in front of her. She had not talked to Harry since the World Cup. He had protected her, again, had run into danger for her and saved her family as well. He was never the scrawny boy he portrayed before they removed his glamour necklace, but it seemed he had gotten rid of it altogether and had grown even more handsome this summer. Somehow, he had also found out about her birthday and gave her several very nice and expensive things.
“I’ll leave you gals to find a keeper. I'm in as long as it isn’t Roger Davies. After last year I told the git I would never play on another team with him again. Angelina, I expect you are going to put your name in the cup. I intend to push that the Hogwarts champion can do both but in case they don’t do you have a back-up in mind?” Harry asked.
“We could go with Ginny Weasley. She was a great flyer last year as our seeker, even without a Firebolt.” Alicia said.
“We could also ask Cedric, if you’re the Champ, then he won’t be.” Harry said, they quickly agreed, blushing a bit at the thought of playing with the handsome Hufflepuff.
“Oh, and Harry, have we thanked you yet for adding the hot tubs?” Angelina asked as she readjusted herself and let her head loll back suggestively.
“Not yet.” Harry said waggling his eyebrows. “You need to behave, I’m not an innocent, single firstie anymore.” Harry added.
“We wonder if you were ever innocent.” Alicia said, Angeline nodding beside her.
Harry, in response conjured a halo above his head while smirking, whistling as he turned and walked away.
The next few weeks found the different members of Harry’s friends dropping into a routine of classes and training. During the first week, Harry was also pestered by maps that had been stolen, returning them to the student’s who they belonged to. He had help dealing with miscreants in the forms of Sprout, Flitwick and McGonagall. Snape was his usual dour self, Snape had actually tried to deduct a ton of points from Harry until he pointed out he wasn't in a house. Snape then tried to put Harry in detention but was overruled by McGonagall. Harry learned that he had actually tried confiscating the maps as well before McGonagall stepped in and berated the Potions Master.
Harry had also been taking the time to train his friends in advanced defense. Several people were doing fairly well in ‘Level 2’ and in teams of four to six could manage ‘Level 3’ of Harry’s Danger Room version of the ROR. All this could be completed with minimal casualties and more importantly only minor injuries to the teams. He had begun to teach them martial arts as well.
Harry wasn’t idle. He had spoke to Lady Hogwarts and found that she was ready to help in two different capacities. First, she told Harry that the DADA curse was found in the central ward stone room inside a secret chamber in the castle. Voldemort as an heir to a founder had managed to find his way in and place something there. Harry was guided to the corridor which housed the secret entrance to the ward stones.
The next day, heading down into the bowels of the school with Sirius, Remus, Bathsheda, Filius and Minerva Harry was able to traverse several traps and other protections the castle and Voldemort had on the area. When they arrived in the room, Harry ran his hands over the runic structures on the ward stones, deciphering the language slowly. Sirius and Remus searched around with Filius for any cursed items in the room while Minerva stayed with Harry.
“You know, Septima and Bathsheda while happy to be expecting, wish you had warned them of the consequences of your island.” Professor McGonagall said.
“So they’ve told me. I did apologize to them. I really didn’t know for sure anything would happen. I also didn’t expect my guests to be so… expressive with their friends and other guests.” Harry said concentrating on the task at hand, pointedly not looking at his professor.
They spoke sporadically and otherwise worked in silence. Professor Babbling returned to assist in deciphering the runes on the ward stones. She was goggling in all directions at the ancient runic arrays. After nearly an hour of work Harry closed his eyes and allowed the feeling of the castle to wash over him. He attuned himself to the castle and several minutes later, he suddenly sent a bolt of lightning out to a shadowed corner of the room, nearly striking Sirius.
“Hey! Sparky! Warn a guy when you’re going to get all angsty.” Sirius said.
Harry however, threw a dozen modified lighting charms around the room lighting up the shadowed areas. The smoking and oozing from the corner combined with the disillusionment of a charm showed that Harry had found and eliminated something, a something whose shadow was receding back to the charred ruin of the cursed item.
“That should be the end of the DADA curse. A small token item imbued with an overpowered misfortune curse linked to the DADA classroom. Anyone spending extended time in that room begins to accumulate bad luck, poor choices or some form of illness. It’s gone now.” Harry said to the shock of all in the room.
“It was hidden behind several layers of ‘Notice me nots’ and ‘disillusionment charms’ and was leeching magic from the room.” Harry added. “But I only noticed it because there are several problems with the magic in the ward stones. I’d imagine the reason Moony wasn’t as affected as past professors was because of all the practical classes he took outside his own classroom.” Harry looked around at the group. “Did everyone have a full breakfast?”
“Why?” Filius asked.
“Because the ward stones are weak and currently under powered. Magic has been leaking from it for too long. It would begin to explain how the werewolves made it onto the grounds last fall. I will need some help with this one.” Harry said.
“What can we do to help?” Remus asked.
“Dobby!” Harry called.
“What can Dobby do for you Master Harry?” Dobby said as he popped into the room.
“Could you please bring down four vials of Felix, seven Pepper ups and if she is available, Professor Sprout?” Harry asked.
Dobby nodded and popped away without question.
“Harry…?” Sirius asked, concerned about the potions and Harry’s use of them.
“I need seven people. Heads of House are best. Considering I don’t trust Albus or Snape. The Pepper Ups are to help everyone as it will take some energy. I could manage it on my own but even with a few Pepper ups it might put me in a Magical exhaustion coma for a week. Poppy would hex you all. Better to spread it out. We’re going to recharge the ward stones.” Harry said.
“So why do we need the Felix?” Filius asked.
“Really we don’t, but a little luck never hurt.” Harry said.
Dobby popped back in with a disoriented Pomona Sprout who was quickly brought up to speed. Harry had the six Professors join hands with him after they drank the Pepper Ups and half a dose of Felix Felicius then began chanting together. Their words were guided by the luck potion.
Harry began collecting the additional magic and acted like a conductor, directing the energy. When it reached its crescendo was pushed into the runic array of the ward stones. The energy moved between the three stones, charging each and spreading out to the further runic arrays in the room. Too faint to notice through their robes, runes were lit on the stomachs on several of the Professors. Different runes glowed as power flowed into the other six adult wizards and Harry. They were imbued with protective and strengthening magic.
Elsewhere in the castle, the Headmaster received a head rush and was suddenly dizzy. By the time he was able to shake off the effects, the work in the chamber had been completed. Hogwarts ward stones and the enchantments to protect it were now stronger than they had been in over a century.
Angelina eventually settled on a Gryffindor second year as the keeper. When the teams had been solidified there was a total of eight teams prepared to play. Looking at the rosters, Harry’s team had a definite advantage. Six of the seven team members had played a full year together. Slytherin’s house team was mostly together as well but were nowhere near as talented as Harry’s team.
Ravenclaw had the best Keeper in Roger Davies but a weak team otherwise. Harry was happy as he never wanted to play with him again. Cedric, having lost his seeker from the previous year would most likely move back to his previous position. He was putting together a team of people from across houses. The teams thrown together all had a chance to book the pitch and practice for the next two weeks.
18 September 1994
Hermione woke to a strange amount of light in her room. The sun was shining on her face which never happened in the castle. She groggily got to her feet and padded towards the floor to ceiling windows wondering where she was as she looked out on Mount Fuji. “Mione, that sunrise is beautiful, but it is doing amazing things to your choice of sleepwear.” Came a voice from behind her that made her jump.
“Harry!” she squeaked as she leaned forward and realized that the sunlight was making her nightdress into a translucent silhouette which little left to the imagination. “How did I get here?” Hermione asked, still mildly embarrassed as she scurried away from the window. “And where is here?” Harry began padding over to the witch.
He was wearing only pajama bottoms and Hermione could see and appreciate all the hard work that went into Harry’s physique. His body was big but not huge, full of appealing corded muscle that looked like something straight out of the mundane fitness magazines Hermione had seen at the bookshop in the mall or her mother’s book collection.
“Here is my apartment. I moved into the R O R this year and made an apartment for myself. I love this view and it brings me peace. As to the how,” Harry brushed her curly locks away from her neck, lightly teasing her collarbone. Harry pulled the locket he had bought and had enchanted for her out and Hermione noticed a new charm on it. “Time delayed portkey.”
“But portkeys don’t work in the castle. I’ve told you that before.” Hermione said confused.
“You can’t, doesn’t mean it’s not possible. Anyways, I know your birthday is tomorrow, you’re not big on surprises or large parties but still like to have the day noted. So today you get special treatment.” Harry said simply.
Suddenly a phone rang near the bed. “I believe that’s for you ‘Mione.” Harry said with a smirk.
“Harry, how is there a phone here? How is it working and who’s calling?”
“Magic, magic and you have to pick it up to find out.” Hermione rushed to answer the phone.
“Mom, mom is that you? Thank you, mom….” The conversation continued for a few minutes more with Hermione speaking to her father as well, her eyes were brimming with tears. When she was done she launched herself at Harry kissing him. “You amazing man, thank you. Best birthday ever.”
“Wow, you’re easy to please. I guess I can save all the other things for future years then.” Harry said as he smiled while slowly walking away.
“NO!” She said as she ran up and hugged Harry from behind. Harry walked them over to a small table, where breakfast appeared, it included all Hermione’s favorites. “So, what else do you have planned?”
“Nope, not telling. You need to be a good girl and follow along.” There were those two words again. She whined, just a bit but finished her breakfast.
Harry held out his hand for her, she took it and allowed Harry to lead her away. They walked to a door and on the other side was a traditional Japanese bath. They parted long enough for the two to change and rinse off. Hermione returned in the suit that Harry had left behind. The two soaked in a tub enjoying the soothing tones of relaxation music and scents of lavender to soothe the nerves.
A while later they got out of the tub and Harry led her to a room with a massage table. Harry asked her to disrobe and get under the towel provided. The room was warm and soothing. Harry stepped back out of the room and waited two minutes. He confirmed that she was ready and decent before re-entering the room.
Hermione was face down and nervous but not scared. She knew Harry would neither hurt her nor push her beyond her limits of comfort. She was nervous because she didn’t think she had limits with him anymore.
A little over an hour later a very relaxed, yet oddly tense for other reasons Hermione practically floated out of the changing room. Their relationship had taken a large step in a direction, she just wasn’t sure what that direction was. He had been a perfect gentlemen, hadn’t touched her anywhere inappropriate but his hands had inflamed her masterfully. By the end, she desperately wanted him to touch her more intimately.
Hermione was given a dress and knickers without a bra. Harry held out his hand and led them through another door. When they came through she gasped. They had walked into the main courtyard of Walt Disney World just in time for a parade at dusk to go by, moments afterwards, the nighttime fireworks display started. During this time, Hermione was still fidgeting. She hadn’t caught on right away but at odd intervals her knickers were buzzing.
When she did notice she looked sharply at Harry with narrowing eyes. Harry looked but face full of faux innocence but she could see an air of mischief in his eyes. Nothing more happened but he left Hermione in a constant state of heightened sensation all day.
The day and date had been amazing and now that she was heading back to her dorm, still mildly twitchy, she did not want it to end. She wanted to wake up in Harry’s apartment again, everyday for as long as he would have her.
On the Monday after Hermione’s birthday, the first full moon of the school year, Harry was finally able to find and gain entrance to Rowena’s private study. Inside the room he found many fantastical magical inventions. Many were the likes of which had been theorized but never proven. They included an astrolathe of perfect synchronicity, a translation sphere, that could translate anything under it into the language of the holder and a book of runic arrays.
Harry skimmed it and saw the work for the creations of both the Room of Requirement and the bewitched ceiling in the Great Hall. Several one of a kind books and reams of parchment on rare esoteric magics that the Founder had been working on during her life.
Harry mentally catalogued everything, wishing he had brought a camera or something as he was sure that, much like the Room of Requirement, he would be unable to take anything out of this room. Three hours into his search of the main room Harry stepped into the second room. After slipping the necklace over her he immediately flipped his time turner three hours. Inside the second room was the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw. When Harry stepped up in front of the portrait it came to life. “Who has found themselves in my Chamber, interloper, family or treasure hunter?”
“I’m not truly sure how to answer that question, my lady. I am of your House, through my mother’s lineage, several generations removed through squibs. I am heir in fact to all four Founders and have begun the Founder’s quest. I seek not treasure for I am rich already, in more than just money, knowledge and family. I seek knowledge and the ability to protect this castle and those in it.” Harry replied.
“Come child, look upon me so that I can judge your worthiness.” Rowena spoke haughtily.
“No person can truly be worthy of all the boons the castle can grant. I am but a humble servant seeking what I can. I found your diadem. It had been tainted, I removed the taint. I have spoken to Salazar, I had to eliminate his Basilisk for the same reason. The person who tainted your diadem also drove the snake mad.” Harry replied.
“You have already made it further than anyone in modern history. What would you do if you united the Founders?”
“I would ensure that magical knowledge is shared with my peers. Protect the weak and guide the strong.” Harry said honestly.
The two would go on to talk into the early hours of the next morning. Harry utilized the time turner a few more times over the night, a device that intrigued the Founder. She confirmed that her private study could only be reached on the full moons and that nothing inside her chamber could be removed.
The last weekend of September found Harry and the Gryffindors up against one of the thrown together teams who had Ron Weasley as keeper, Seamus and Cormac McClaggen as beaters along with Ginny plus two others as chasers. The match wasn’t competitive but was a good warmup for Harry’s team as they won easily.
Cedric’s cross house team also beat the Slytherin house team on Saturday. The following day the leftovers of the Ravenclaw team lost to a pretty good team made up of Tracy Davis, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott and four other witches Harry could not immediately recognize. He knew from their uniforms that there was a Ravenclaw and two Gryffs on the team though.
The last game on Sunday was a set of players from both second and third year. They had some talent, but none were big enough or strong enough flyers to pose a true challenge.
Over the next four weeks, many teams had four more matches. Harry’s team now had five wins. Cedric’s team and the one made solely of witches from across the four houses each had three wins and surprisingly enough so did the Slytherin team headed by Draco Malfoy. Roger and Cho’s team as well as Ron’s team had a win each as well.
The matches were well received amongst the school, the villagers of Hogsmeade and the parents of students. Ron’s team wore a garishly orange set of jersey’s oddly reminiscent of the Chudley Cannons. In spite of the efforts of Ginny Weasley, who was surprisingly one of the better chasers, they lost all their matches except one.
During that time, Harry noticed that the castle seemed to be undergoing several changes, not just an extra-thorough cleaning. Several grimy portraits had been scrubbed, much to the displeasure of their occupants, who sat huddled in their frames muttering darkly and wincing as they felt their raw pink faces.
The suits of armor were suddenly gleaming and moving without squeaking, and Argus Filch, the caretaker, was behaving so ferociously to any students who forgot to wipe their shoes that he terrified a pair of first-year girls into hysterics.
In addition, inexplicable to many, fewer people were able to hex or bully others in the hallways. All dark artifacts kept being found and identified in loud fashions causing the offending students to lose house points, receive detentions and letters home. Snape had been livid that his house was being identified often and were digging their house cup deficit further. Other members of the staff seemed oddly tense too.
Friday 28 October 1994
At breakfast, Albus Dumbledore announced that all classes after lunch would be cancelled as the groups from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons would be arriving at six pm. After lunch, the students returned to their dorms, finished their homework and put away their bags and books. At five they all trooped down to the front lawns. The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines.
“Weasley, straighten your hat,” Professor McGonagall snapped at Ron. “Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair.”
Parvati scowled and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait.
Harry had positioned himself between the Gryffindor and Slytherin lines. He was watching the student body and surreptitiously sending heating charms at his friends and the younger students.
“Nearly six,” said Ron, his stomach growling, checking his watch “How do you reckon they’re coming, the train?”
“I doubt it.” Replied Hermione.
Harry was searching the sky. When he found it, he pointed the carriage out. After several minutes the carriage had grown to be recognizable, a dozen giant winged palomino horses pulling a large carriage behind it could be seen approaching the castle.
Several minutes later, with an almighty crash that made Neville jump backward onto a Slytherin fifth year’s foot, the horses’ hooves, larger than dinner plates, hit the ground. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes. Harry just had time to see that the door of the carriage bore a coat of arms (two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars) before it opened.
A woman even larger than Hagrid stepped out and watched as a group of eighteen, mostly witches but a few young wizards as well stepped out onto the lawns. Harry saw Fleur and her three friends huddling together as much as they could while still acting poised.
Harry quietly and covertly fired warming charms at the four witches. They immediately felt better, warmer and looked around to see who had done it. When Fleur saw Harry, she smiled warmly at him and pointed Harry out to her friends. They all smiled, waved coyly and blushed before giggling.
The contingent from Beauxbatons walked up to the castle, Fleur’s friends looking back at Harry giggling some more. As the Beauxbatons Headmistress passed Dumbledore she greeted him fondly and made sure there would be somebody who would be able to care for the horses. She then followed her students up to the castle.
Fifteen minutes later, “Can you hear something?” said Ron suddenly.
Harry listened; a loud and oddly eerie noise was drifting toward them from out of the darkness: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, as though an immense vacuum cleaner were moving along a riverbed. . . .
“The lake!” yelled Lee Jordan, pointing down at it.
“Look at the lake!” From their position at the top of the lawns overlooking the grounds, they had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water — except that the surface was suddenly not smooth at all. Some disturbance was taking place deep in the center; great bubbles were forming on the surface, waves were now washing over the muddy banks — and then, out in the very middle of the lake, a whirlpool appeared, as if a giant plug had just been pulled out of the lake’s floor. . . . What seemed to be a long, black pole began to rise slowly out of the heart of the whirlpool . . . and then Harry saw the rigging. . . .
“It’s a mast!” he said to Neville and Hermione. Slowly, magnificently, the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It had a strangely skeletal look about it, as though it was a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank.
Out stepped the Headmaster of Durmstrang, a tall and greasy looking man with dirty and rotting teeth.
They greeted each other friendly enough as two dozen large burly appearing students walked off the ship. As they approached the Hogwarts students two things became apparent. First, the ‘burliness’ was due to large thick fur coats, the second was that Victor Krum was a student at Durmstrang, something quidditch obsessed Hogwarts students noticed and whispered about.
The welcoming feast found all students crammed into a magically enlarged Great Hall. The students of Durmstrang mostly sat at the Slytherin table, something that Draco was very proud of and Ron Weasley was visibly put out about. The witches and wizards from Beauxbatons mostly sat at Ravenclaw but Fleur, and her three friends went straight to a greatly expanded table of Harry’s between the house tables and the entrance. At that table sat Harry’s other friends.
“Welcome all students, foreign visitors and Hogwarts alike to the Welcoming Feast. You will find a worldly selection of foods, native to many areas at your tables. Tuck in.” Albus Dumbledore said, with that the tables groaned with the sudden appearance of the feast.
Polite and friendly conversation was present as always around the hall but even more so at Harry’s table. Fleur had met most of Harry’s friends due to her time at the Potter Escape, but her friends had not. This was also the first time most of them were in one space since the island. “Please pass the bouillabaisse.” Annabelle had asked mid conversation.
Through the conversations it was learned that everyone’s parents were now expecting a kid around March, except Amelia Bones as were the Professors Vector and Babbling.
“How did everyone’s parents end up pregnant at the same time? Moxie asked.
“They used my island like a swingers convention.” Harry said wryly.
This led to a bigger conversation about Potter Escape. Annabelle blushed cutely when they heard that there was a lot of skinny dipping and nude sunbathing. She kept stealing glances at Harry but wouldn’t let him catch her eyes.
Harry was looked at by everyone with various emotions about how his vacation island caused a baby boom. Fleur’s friends were introduced to Harry’s, the few Hogwarts students who spoke French were assisting the others with translating. He noticed the extra attention but thought he already had enough on his plate.
At the head table were the regular teachers and the foreign Headmaster and Headmistress but also Claudius Nott and Ludo Bagman. When the meal was over, Albus stood again and announced the commencement of the tournament while explaining the Goblet of Fire.
Snape looked murderously out at the break in policy that was Harry Potter. That Potter brat proudly sitting at a separate table with students from all four houses and one of the visiting schools. Minerva and Albus had told him in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t to call out Harry on this break in protocol. The last thing either of them wanted was an international embarrassment in front of the other schools. While Minerva felt like Harry wouldn’t start any confrontation, she knew he would end it, spectacularly.
“The moment has come,” said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. “The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket. The Heads of several departments both here and abroad have worked tirelessly over the past year to resume this tournament matching the three best schools of magic in Europe with the intention of improving international magical cooperation. We have attempted to make it safer this year than in the past but the risks are very real, your choice to enter…final. If you please, Professor Flitwick.”
Professor Flitwick had returned from an adjoining room was now in the far corner of the Hall. He approached Dumbledore levitating a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. The goblet was removed and Dumbledore spoke again,
“Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet,” said Dumbledore.
“Aspiring champions have forty-eight hours in which to put their names forward. The evening of Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three ‘thud’ champions it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the Entrance Hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete.” He continued.
Harry had been promised that Arcturus and several other prominent members of the Wizengamot had got the date of the selections to be moved to October thirtieth.
“To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation,” said Dumbledore, ‘thud’ a few people turned to the source of the sound “I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the Entrance Hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line.
“Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. ‘thud’ Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract as I just said. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion.”
The noise was becoming progressively louder and could be heard throughout the room. More heads turned, another thud could be heard, even more heads turned. “Not Halloween evening.” Hermione had tried to stop Harry by grabbing the back of his robes. Seeing this not stopping Harry, Fleur transfigured a napkin into a large cushion which softened the blow and stopped Harry from banging his head on the table.
“I’m sorry Fleur, I know you wanted to win this, and I will still do everything to help you, to keep you safe, but I will be a part of it now.” Harry muttered face down in the pillow.
The people at Harry’s table were shocked by Harry’s admission but not by his antics. “Harry, how do you know you will be in the Tournament. They are making it impossible for you underage wizards to enter.” Annabelle asked.
“I know, because the names are coming out on Halloween.” Harry said with finality.
“What does Halloween matter, why does that date make you so sure.” Alicia asked.
Hermione and Susan paled at the sudden remembrance of last Halloween, of the Halloween in Year one, of all Harry’s Halloweens in the pensieve. “Well, we’ll just have to make sure that it doesn’t happen this time.” Hermione said firmly.
“You will do nothing, because you can do nothing. Tommy already has the spy here and who knows who he or she is. My name is probably already in there. I will be selected. I’ll win or I’ll die trying.” Harry said emotionlessly.
That night, after the announcement, Victor Krum and the rest of the eligible Durmstrang students had all approached in an orderly line and put their names in the goblet before retiring to their ship.
Harry glared at the Head table while everyone was getting up from supper. Several of his friends, concerned for him urged him to get up and come with them for a walk. Harry eventually rose and exited the hall with most of his guests at his table in tow. He glared at the goblet as he walked past it. To an outsider, Harry appeared to consider the Goblet an actual adversary who had wronged him.
He provided each of Fleur and her friends with a map of the castle and apologized for his poor behavior at the end of the meal. Fleur was concerned for him, she wasn't alone. After a small tour of the castle, Harry begged off and returned to the ROR. It was too dark outside to fly, luckily it can always be sunny in his room. He went out and flew for a few hours to clear his mind as he contemplated how he might tackle the tournament. When he was ready, he landed and returned the room to its previous settings and soaked in his hot tub.
Dobby sat with and spoke to Harry about a number of issues. He also took the opportunity to catch up on some of the castle gossip House elves were privy to. When Harry was finally ready to head to bed, he felt much better, the world was still crazy and Dumbles was doing nothing to help but it had a certain familiarity to it.