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章 6: Hedgehog, Minnie and Mione

Knock, knock.

"Come in," came a stern voice.

Getting the professor's permission, Harry pushed the door open and walked inside the classroom.

The sight that greeted him was the same as always.

A large, square room with high windows that let in a generous amount of light, and walls adorned with various medical illustrations of both magical and mundane creatures.

"I apologise for my tardiness professor," he simply said.

He wasn't surprised that every head turned back to look at him, nor was he bothered. He had long since grown accustomed to being stared.

'They say that man is a creature who can get used to anything. I suppose there's some truth to that,' he mused as he moved to the last row of desks.

His eleven-year-old self could never hope to walk around with his head held high and feeling unbothered by the looks his peers were sending him.

'Ah. I was wrong, some stares do bother me,' he thought as he looked at his two best friends; they were sitting next to each other.

Hermione sported an almost horrified look as if she couldn't begin to understand how or why Harry had missed their previous class and was late to the current one.

'To be fair it was History… with Binns… She was probably the only one who noticed my absence since everyone else must have been dozing off.'

On the other hand, his best mate's —Ron's— eyes held a newfound maliciousness that put him on guard. His lips formed an off-putting smirk and he was looking at Professor McGonagall expectantly.

'What the fuck is wrong with him?' he considered exasperated.

"And may you tell us what was the reason for your unpunctuality, Mr Potter?" she asked in her ever stern voice.

"I was otherwise preoccupied, professor. Since I've been made a competitor of a death tournament without my consent, I've been quite busy," he answered, trying hard not to imitate his inner Snape and lash at her.

At the moment, he wasn't very fond of authority figures.

His previous responsibilities and even worries seemed dull in contrast to his current desire of staying alive for the year.

'Merlin, even Professor McGonagall and her class don't seem all that important anymore. Damn, I have to survive this year…'

Ron snorted at his words while Hermione let out a quiet shriek. Whether that was because of the danger he was in or the way he talked back to the professor, he didn't know.

"Humph," snorted Professor McGonagall.

Her eyebrows scrunched as she opened her mouth, preparing to give Harry what would no doubt be a dressing down of a lifetime... However, against all odds, she took a deep breath and schooled her features.

"You are right Mr. Potter and I hope to see a big difference in class as you now seem to understand this," she said softly, dare he imagine.

"However, I suggest that next time you watch your tone, Mr Potter," she finished without losing a beat.

McGonagall's eyes left Harry as she turned to face the rest of the class.

"What are all looking at? Back to your assignments," she commanded and was about to turn around when her eye caught something or rather someone.

"Mr. Thomas, did you not hear what I said? Stop gawking at Mr. Potter and get to work. That Hedgehog won't turn into a pincushion by itself," she said, pointing at Deans' desk.

Harry, once again, couldn't help but admire Professor McGonagall's control of her classroom.

As no one wanted the professor to single them out like Dean, they all went to work.

Harry looked down at his desk where his own little hedgehog was patiently waiting to get experimented on.

'Poor guy,' he thought before looking up and scanning the board.

After reading the instructions the professor had written, he got to work.

"Erinaceus pin repono," Harry intoned.

Like most of his first attempts, nothing happened. Sighing, he went to try again, this time trying to implement Salazar's few teachings.

[BREAK]

"That went way better than usual," Harry concluded out loud.

The transfiguration class had just ended and he was making his way out of the classroom. By the time they finished, he easily managed to perfectly transform his hedgehog into a pincushion.

"Harry wait up," someone called him from behind.

Harry took three long breaths while mentally counting to three and turned around, coming face to face with a flushed Hermione.

"Where have you been? I didn't see you in our common room at the weekend," she demanded.

Harry was about to open his mouth and grace Hermione with an answer before abruptly stopping.

"Let's take a walk," he replied, nudging his head at something behind her.

The only reason he was unbothered by her overbearing attitude was that he knew she meant well. That he was also long since used it, went without saying.

Hermione turned back to see what her friend pointed at.

Everyone's eyes were on them, even the professor's, and they were listening in their talk.

Caught off guard by Hermione's sudden turn, no one managed to take their eyes off them in time. Instead, most of their classmates comically looked elsewhere with the smartest ones initialising conversations with their friends.

"Okay," came Hermione's meek reply. It wasn't pleasant to be stared at by the rest of her class.

With Harry leading the way, they were soon walking side by side on the Hogwarts grounds.

"To answer your first question, I've been busy trying to come up with a way of surviving the tournament," he suddenly said, getting a surprised squeak from her.

"But I didn't see you in the library either. If you were there, I'd know," she quickly responded.

"I did think of going to the library but I needed some time away from the staring and the insults everyone seems to be throwing at me lately. Bloody hell, I've eavesdropped a first-year talking behind my back," he sadly informed her.

"Oh Harry… You should have come to me, to us," she commented, before engulfing him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Come on Hermione. You know that's not true. Ron practically hates the ground I walk on and he probably thinks of me as high as he does about Malfoy," he remarked, silently enjoying his friend's warmth.

"You should have come to me then! You know that I believed you when you said that you didn't put your name in the goblet," she stated.

"I know Mione," he simply replied.

"Then why?" she mumbled, a little afraid of the answer.

'Does he not trust me anymore?' she worried.

"Sigh. There are multiple reasons for that but the first and foremost is your relationship with Ron. Hermione, I know that you like him… I've seen how you look at him and we both know it's not the same way you look at me. If you help me, you'll go against Ron's views, making him angry and god knows what else. I didn't want to put you in a position where you had to choose between your two best friends, one of them being your crush," he uttered, gobsmacking Hermione.

'He knows. HE KNOWS!' she panicked, getting as red as the hair of the aforementioned boy.

After a good while, Hermione managed to come back to her senses, albeit still sporting a slight blush.

"Thank you Harry for taking my feelings into consideration and not making me choose between my two best friends," she started and Harry could feel that she really was grateful.

She grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away and looked him in the eye.

"But that's my choice to make, and I choose to stand by you. If Ronald doesn't want to understand this, then let him. I can't and won't leave you facing all this alone. We are best friends after all," she declared.

The squeezing of his hand, the intensity of her voice and the look in her eyes made Harry believe her.

She was his friend and had yet to let him down.

She didn't know but her words warmed Harry as few things ever did before. A prime example of that was Sirius' offer to live with him, and he knew for sure that he could use the memory to fuel a Patronus.

Harry was almost never comfortable with physical contact and definitely never the one to initiate it, but he knew that he just had to hug his friend.

He opened his arms, closed their distance and hugged her.

"Thank you," his voice cracked, unable to contain his emotions.

(Last edit: 16/07/2024)


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章 7: Good ol’ spying and some eavesdropping

"Come on Harry. We are going to be late for lunch and I don't know about you, but I don't want to be hungry when casting charms," she said while tugging one of his robe's sleeves.

"Yes ma'am," he said, giving Hermione a salute.

Hermione didn't seem to appreciate his sassy attitude as she slapped his shoulder.

"Have I done anything wrong ma'am?" he asked in a mock innocent tone.

Harry's barb earned him another slap.

"Why yes, you impudent child," she claimed.

"Ma'am, I'm obliged to inform you that unless you stop assaulting me, we'll be late for lunch," Harry graciously informed Hermione.

Hermione turned around to look him in the eyes and he stared back.

Was it Hermione or Harry who went first? They didn't know.

They both started laughing. Two full-blown belly laughs.

Harry even dropped to his knees, he was laughing so hard!

When Harry had finally managed to get ahold of himself, he noticed that Hermione had disappeared from his near vicinity.

He slowly got up, his abs screaming in protest, and detected her some meters ahead of him.

She was running towards the castle.

"She thinks that she can outrun me to the feast," he mumbled as realisation dawned on him.

Hermione saw the chance and she took it. That was a Slytherin-isque move in his opinion.

'Not bad,' he thought fleetingly as he started running behind her.

It took no time for the heavily trained quidditch seeker to start catching up. His lithe form, which had only formed thanks to Madam Pomfrey's potions and care, together with his godlike stamina -Wood's work- were no match for Hermione.

He almost caught up when something caught his attention, a bright flash of silver in his peripheral vision that came from behind a small, nearby hill.

Unluckily, as everyone who spent enough time with Harry knew, Harry had a very inquisitive nature.

'Even if I go over there and check it, I'll still be able to outrun Hermione,' he quickly determined.

Unbothered by Hermione's growing distance between them, Harry reached the hill and tried to find the source of his curiosity.

His gaze stopped at a girl who was gracefully moving around the grounds. Her silvery blonde hair, which no muggle could be born with, was put in a bun, presumably to be out of the way.

She was tall. Even though he couldn't say her exact height from that distance, she was definitely taller than him, albeit not by much.

She was also thin, though not a bad thin, and the way she moved made it obvious that she was strong for her size.

From what little Harry managed to gather, she was fighting imaginary opponents.

Her wand kept flashing different colours and most of the spells that followed were unlike any Harry had seen before.

The only spells that Harry recognised were the stunners that she seemed to throw every so often, each one hitting at what he assumed were pre-placed marbles of stone. He also perceived some summoned wind gusts, but couldn't for the life of him understand how she achieved utilising them for moving her long slender legs.

And lastly, he couldn't miss those terrifying fireballs that she first conjured and then banished in all directions; they flew at astonishing speeds.

He was mesmerised watching her glide around and cast spells with deadly precision; his eyes never failing to follow her form.

What little he could see from her face showed she was completely concentrated on performing her task.

Eventually, due to some unknown means, Harry managed to reacquire a semblance of control over his mind.

'That's Fleur Delacour. One of the other champions,' he realised.

How long he stood there, transfixed, he couldn't say. But he had to move! He couldn't be found out spying on her.

"God, that'd be embarrassing," he mumbled.

And he was about to leave, but she was turning around…

'Did she hear me?' he wondered incredulously.

Her long lustrous hair shook from the sudden movement as she cast another spell. Some kind of a whip made from fire materialised next to her. She flicked her wand and the whip cracked, its end finding another small stone and turning it into dust.

'Shit,' he repeated in his head as her face turned towards his direction.

Her dark blue and oh-so-entrancing eyes locked with his.

Harry, trying to act casual, waved at her. He WAVED at her!

After what felt like an eternity Fleur smiled and then opened her mouth, she was going to say something, Harry realised.

But Harry moved.

He ducked.

And who could blame him?

An impossibly good-looking young woman caught him watching her.

'I'm an idiot. Big brainless monkey!' he instantly decided.

Without further to do, he started running again, quickly putting the gorgeous French out of his mind.

'Hopefully, I can still catch up to Hermione and Fleur will leave me be,' he thought defeatedly.

Sometimes, it was hard being a teen.

[BREAK]

It turned out that his once bushy-haired friend was already in the great hall when he managed to reach her. He reluctantly concluded that he must have spent more time gawking at the French than he realised.

The charms lesson was much better than the transfiguration as he managed to perfectly cast the charm in the first quarter of the class, being the first to do so, and then proceeded to try and help his only friend, Hermione, to do the same.

They were learning how to cast the banishing charm, a charm that sent the target away from the caster, the opposite of the summoning charm. As Harry had already mastered the latter spell, he found it easy to learn the former one.

Shockingly, Hermione didn't protest at all and accepted his help. This led to Hermione managing to cast the spell as well as Harry by the end of the lesson.

It had another reaction as well, this one not of the good variety…

They were heading to the library, Hermione thought it'd be a good idea to research the past tournaments. It was something Harry was planning on doing by himself, but he was pleasantly surprised when Hermione recommended it.

"An excellent idea Mione," Harry remarked.

As they were about to turn around a corner, they both heard Ron's loud voice coming from somewhere behind.

"I tell you guys. Potter is trying to manipulate our kind-hearted Hermione into siding with him," he stated.

Dean and Seamus both voiced their agreement, adding their own derogatory comments on Harry.

They had moved to another hallway and Harry found Hermione's eyes looking at him pleadingly.

She knew he was to as going act, Harry always did.

"Go to the library, I'll catch up this time," he couldn't help adding the last part and flashed her a smile.

Hermione was about to open her mouth and say something but Harry's hand was faster.

His index finger massaged her lips, stopping whatever was about to come out.

"I promise," he added as he took off his bag and opened it.

He took out his invisibility cloak, surprising Hermione, and handed her the bag.

Hermione knew a lost cause when she saw one. Once Harry set his mind on something, it was almost impossible to make him relent.

"I'll be quick," he said and they parted ways.

As Hermione walked towards her second home, Harry put on his cloak and turned back, walking to the charm classroom's hallway.

Ron was still there, albeit not for long, and he was talking with whoever cared enough to listen to him.

Rather unsurprisingly, that did not include a lot of people.

Harry started jogging toward the boy, not wanting to miss anything he was going to say.

After Asmodeus' revelations, he wasn't too concerned about being found out while wearing his cloak.

Speaking of Asmodeus, Harry left him in the chamber as he didn't want to risk his existence coming to light just yet.

"No, I don't know how he did it, Seamus. The git didn't bother telling me. However, he did tell me why he did it, his reason for becoming the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament," the dick lied.

Satisfied that he at least got two of his roommates' attention, Ron started speaking again.

However, his voice level dropped, prompting Harry to go closer.

"… obvious if you think about it. The tosser didn't feel like he had enough fame and with an act of desperation, he managed to land himself in the tournament. You should have seen how gleeful he was when he told me," he revealed.

"Blimey mate!" came Dean's voice.

"Shhh. Don't shout," Ron quickly said in an undertone.

"What are we going to do Ron? We can't just let him hog poor Cedric's glory," declared Seamus with a resolute expression.

Ron made a hand movement, causing the two boys to move even closer to him.

"Listen here. I've got an excellent idea. When Potter comes to the dormitory tonight, we'll ambush him, cast a few spells and make him understand that even if his life's ambition is to only get more famous, he can't go hogging it from good guys like us and Cedric," he professed, lighting his mates' faces.

They were nearing the great hall so Harry had to leave. He heard more than enough as it was…


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