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Mind Talking between Familiar/Bonded

Bulgarian

"One year," Harry muttered into the wood. "One year without some sort of death threat. Isn't that enough? Gods, I'm turning into my father, except mine's during the school year, not the summer."

Neville just patted his friends back, silently letting him know he trusted that Harry didn't put his name in the Goblet. They had hung out the entire day before, and Neville is actually a surprising light sleeper, so he knew Harry didn't wake up at some point during the night (while Harry can be silent, the two pixies were not, so when Harry got out of bed, the pixies did as well. Then there was Lunar who was too tired to fly so often slipped from the bed onto the ground making a loud noise).

At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

"Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push. Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didn't seem to be getting any nearer at all, and he could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon him, as though each were a searchlight. The buzzing grew louder and louder. 

After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him.

"Well . . . through the door, Harry," said Dumbledore. He wasn't smiling.

Harry moved off along the teachers' table. Hagrid was seated right at the end. He did not wink at Harry, or wave, or give any of his usual signs of greeting. He looked completely astonished and stared at Harry as he passed like everyone else. Harry went through the door out of the Great Hall and found himself in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A handsome fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite him.

The faces in the portraits turned to look at him as he entered. He saw a wizened witch flit out of the frame of her picture and into the one next to it, which contained a wizard with a walrus mustache. The wizened witch started whispering in his ear. Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. 

Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when Harry walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.

"What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?" She thought he had come to deliver a message. Harry didn't know how to explain what had just happened. He just stood there, looking at the three champions. It struck him how very tall all of them were.

There was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward.

"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing Harry's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen . . . lady," he added, approaching the fire-side and addressing the other three. "May I introduce — incredible though it may seem — the fourth Triwizard champion?"

Viktor Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed Harry. Cedric looked nonplussed. He looked from Bagman to Harry and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said. Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Cedric was still looking politely bewildered. Fleur frowned.

"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman. " 'E cannot compete. 'E is too young.

"Well . . . it is amazing," said Bagman, rubbing his smooth chin and smiling down at Harry. "But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the goblet . . . I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage. . . . It's down in the rules, you're obliged . . . Harry will just have to do the best he —"

The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr.Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. Harry heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Professor McGonagall closed the door.

"Madame Maxime!" said Fleur at once, striding over to her headmistress. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!"

Madame Maxime had drawn herself up to her full, and considerable, height. The top of her handsome head brushed the candle-filled chandelier, and her gigantic black-satin bosom swelled.

"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" she said imperiously. 

"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff. He was wearing a steely smile, and his blue eyes were like chips of ice. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions — or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"

He gave a short and nasty laugh.

"C'est impossible," said Madame Maxime, whose enormous hand with its many superb opals was resting upon Fleur's shoulder.

" 'Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions. It is most injust."

"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, his steely smile still in place, though his eyes were colder than ever. "Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."

Professor Dumbledore was now looking down at Harry, who looked right back at him, trying to discern the expression of the eyes behind the half-moon spectacles.

"Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 273-276)

"Of course not. Anything legal I sign my full name. This time wouldn't have been any different," Harry said calmly as he tried not to let his emotions get the best of him.

"You don't for homework," Severus pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"Homework's boring though, I have to spice it up every now and again. Even then, most of the time I just chose Jackson. Tests and anything legally binding I use my full name, Hadrian Jackson-Potter," Harry stressed with a frown.

"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" said Professor Dumbledore.

"No," said Harry vehemently.

"Ah, but of course 'e is lying!" cried Madame Maxime.

"He could not have crossed the Age Line," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "I am sure we are all agreed on that —"

"Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line," said Madame Maxime, shrugging.

"It is possible, of course," said Dumbledore politely.

"Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake!" said Professor McGonagall angrily. "Really, what non-sense! Harry could not have crossed the line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believes that he did not persuade an older student to do it for him, I'm sure that should be good enough for everybody else!"

"Mr. Crouch . . . Mr. Bagman," said Karkaroff, his voice unctuous once more, "you are our — er — objective judges. Surely you will agree that this is most irregular?"

Bagman wiped his round, boyish face with his handkerchief and looked at Mr. Crouch, who was standing outside the circle of the firelight, his face half hidden in shadow. He looked slightly eerie, the half darkness making him look much older, giving him an almost skull-like appearance. When he spoke, however, it was in his usual curt voice.

"We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament."

"Well, Barty knows the rule book back to front," said Bagman, beaming and turning back to Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, as though the matter was now closed.

"I insist upon resubmitting the names of the rest of my students," said Karkaroff. He had dropped his unctuous tone and his smile now. His face wore a very ugly look indeed. "You will set up the Goblet of Fire once more, and we will continue adding names until each school has two champions. It's only fair, Dumbledore."(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 276-277)

"For fucks sake! If you don't want two hogwarts champions then I'll represent America!" Harry shouted angrily at the annoying adults. He was met with silence and some frowns.

"Harry, how could you represent America? You are not a citizen and have never attended school there?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"Of course I did!" Harry said still fuming, "Salem offers Primary Schooling at the age of 5, as soon as my dad got me and we figured out I was a wizard, he talked the ministry of magic in America and I got enrolled in classes. I stopped when I was 11 and started at Hogwarts. My grades are still being transferred to America after each term, sometimes I take summer classes there. Also, I am an American citizen! After my dad adopted me at 10, we went through the process of making me an joint-citizenship between Britain and America. Legally, I am a citizen of America and I still am in Elementary Salem Witches' Institute, later renamed Salem Magical Institute for the Gifted. It's where I trained my unrefined skills after I got my blocks off my magic," Harry explained.

"It could work," Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

"I will not have the Americans here making a mockery of the magical community!" Karkaroff barked out and stomped his foot.

"Well it's either that or man up and allow Hogwarts to have two champions," Harry spat out. Wondering how the pathetic man in front of him was somehow a headmaster.

Karkaroff face turned a heavy red as it seemed like he was about to really yell at Harry before Viktor smoothly stepped between the glaring Harry and his angry headmaster.

"I believe ve should get American Ministry here before continuing," he said smoothly.

"I think Young Krum here is quite correct. It would hardly be fair for Hogwarts to have two champions from the same house, seeing as Young Jackson-Potter here is also a citizen of America and claims to still be in their Salem School, then the Ministry and their headmaster--"

"--Mistress actually," Harry butted in before blushing at interrupting Dumbledore.

"Headmistress, then, we should certainly see if they would like for Harry here to be their champion. It would help things out, and it would only mean we would have another judge. I think it would help smooth things out. We will also see if Harry's magical signature is on the paper, because as he mentioned, Harry Potter is not his legal name. If his magical signature is on the paper than he will need to compete," Dumbledore said seriously, for once portraying how serious the situation was.

No one liked the fact there was a fourth champion, but the teachers of Hogwarts knew that something was wrong, because they believed that Harry didn't put his name is.

"The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges.

"The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests."(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 281)

Harry instantly raised his hand like he was in class.

"Yes, Mr.Jackson?" Dumbledore asked, his mouth twitching into a small smile before shifting to a more serious look.

"What if I want to take my end-of-year tests?" he asked with a small frown.

"Then you can take your end-of-year tests," Dumbledore said easily.

Harry nodded. While he probably didn't need to, they would be great practice to make sure he did remember everything. Plus, he didn't know if the exemption would make him lose his place in his year, he certainly didn't want that. He was proud of being first in his year, it made him proud to know how far he had gotten since the time he was at the Dursleys.

Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore.

"I think that's all, is it, Albus?"

"I think so," said Dumbledore, who was looking at Mr. Crouch with mild concern. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?"

"No, Dumbledore, I must get back to the Ministry," said Mr.Crouch. "It is a very busy, very difficult time at the moment. . . . I've left young Weatherby in charge. . . . Very enthusiastic . . . a little overenthusiastic, if truth be told. . . ."

"You'll come and have a drink before you go, at least?" said Dumbledore.

"Come on, Barty, I'm staying!" said Bagman brightly. "It's all happening at Hogwarts now, you know, much more exciting here than at the office!"

"I think not, Ludo," said Crouch with a touch of his old impatience.

"Professor Karkaroff — Madame Maxime — a nightcap?" said Dumbledore.

But Madame Maxime had already put her arm around Fleur's shoulders and was leading her swiftly out of the room. Harry could hear them both talking very fast in French as they went off into the Great Hall. Karkaroff beckoned to Krum, and they, too, exited, though in silence.

"Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed," said Dumbledore, smiling at both of them. "I am sure Hufflepuffs are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise."

Harry glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and they left together. The Great Hall was deserted now; the candles had burned low, giving the jagged smiles of the pumpkins an eerie, flickering quality.

"So," said Cedric, with a slight smile. "We're playing against each other again!"

"I s'pose," said Harry. He really couldn't think of anything to say. The inside of his head seemed to be in complete disarray, as though his brain had been ransacked.

"So . . . tell me . . ." said Cedric as they reached the entrance hall, which was now lit only by torches in the absence of the Gob- let of Fire. "How did you get your name in?"

"I didn't," said Harry, staring up at him. "I didn't put it in. I was telling the truth."(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 281-282)

"Then watch yourself. Someone wanted you in it, be careful," Cedric warned as he threw his arm around Harry to try and give the silent support to the fourteen year old that had been unwilling entered in a tournament for those older than seventeen.

"I'm more worried about our schools reaction, to be honest," Harry said hesitantly as he felt some anxiety in his stomach making it feel like he might throw up. "When it came out that I was a Parseltongue, the school reacted quite negatively. I feel like it might be like that again, though, maybe worse because it was two Hufflepuffs that got it."

"Hey," Cedric said softly as he made them stop walking and put both hands on Harry's shoulders. "Hufflepuffs stick together. You say you didn't put your name in the goblet and I believe you. If others don't, then they aren't worth knowing and they aren't really your friends. True friends believe their friend, and if they don't they will always support their friend anyway. That's what friends do. So, anyone who gives you a hard time, then tell them to fuck off. If anyone gives you hell, give them hell right back. No one has the authority to put you down or make you feel bad about something you didn't do or want. Now, I think our house will surprise you," Cedric said passionately before wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder again and brought him to their house's common room.

The blast of noise that met Harry's ears when the portrait opened almost knocked him backward. Next thing he knew, he was being wrenched inside the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands, and was facing the whole of Hufflepuff House, all of whom were screaming, applauding, and whistling.(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 284)

"To Harry Jackson and Cedric Diggory. Hogwarts' Champions and the representatives from Hufflepuff. That will show the other houses," a passionate fifth year with ruby red (different than the orange-red of Weasley) shouted with Fire Whiskey in his hand.

"I, um, might actually represent America. If I am being bound into the tournament," Harry awkwardly said but met with a dismissive wave from the fifth year.

"You will still represent Hogwarts in a way. Even if you do cream us if you do try, no offense Cedric," the fifth year state as he arms went around both champions.

"No offense, I am actually quite worried too. Harry is quite an accomplished Hogwarts student, I'm actually excited to possibly duel him," Cedric said with an easy-going smile.

"For tonight, we shall celebrate!" the fifth year said as he lifted the hand with bottle of Fire-Whiskey in the air.

"Hufflepuff, hufflepuff, hufflepuff," everyone started to chant as they handed Cedric and Harry glasses of fire whiskey.

Harry looked amusedly at his own glass before making eye-contact with Neville with his own Fire Whiskey in his hands. The only ones that didn't have them were third years and younger who had actually been sent to bed. or at least, that's what Harry assumed.

With the chanting grew louder, Harry met Cedric's gaze and gave an awkward smile then shrug.

Cedric shrugged and then gulped the fire-whiskey in one gulp and then let out the fire breath that followed.

Hufflepuff whooped before turning to Harry.

With a small sigh and an amused smile, Harry jugged his own Fire Whiskey and held back the feeling of throwing it up because of the burnt aftertaste and how his throat felt on fire.

He swallowed reluctantly and promised himself to not do that again when he felt the flames built up. He let them out, not wanting to actually keep them in his body, and let his magic manipulate it as it pleased.

The end result: fire that twisted into the form of a dragon.

Hufflepuff whooped once more before the party really set in motion. Harry's magic already working on destroying any alcohol in his system to prevent him from getting dead-arse drunk.

"You know, I'm kinda surprised you went with it," Neville said as he set his glass down so he didn't have to drink it.

"If I told you that's not my first time drinking Whiskey, will you be surprised?" Harry asked with a small blush.

"Oo, now there's a story. Tell me," Neville said with a smile.

Harry just shook his head. "When I was seven, I think, my dad's office was supposed to be off limits. Well, that didn't happen that day and I found some of his stash of Whiskey. Let's say, my dad was horrified and I got in big trouble," Harry mentioned, his face flamed red in embarrassment.

Neville chuckled in good nature before they stayed at the party for nearly an hour before disappearing to their rooms.

"I think I'm partied out," Harry joked as they closed their doors, the silencing spell around the room effectively kept out any noise of what was transpiring outside.

"I'm just happy there's more interesting than the parties my Grandma hosts. Those are boring," Neville said as he each got ready for bed.

Harry just shrugged before having his arm over his bed for Regina and Lunar to come out of their tattoo states.

"I do not like the alcohol. It made me feel slightly dizzy. Do not do it again," Regina ordered as she curled around the bedpost.

"I agree with Big-Sister," Lunar said calmly, she had lost the young dragon voice and now her voice had taken a slightly deeper tone yet still obviously feminine.

You could tell the difference between the year, her body had also changed. While she was still small, because she wanted to be, her scales had changed. From the silky smooth, recently hatched look she had for nearly a year. Now her scales are a dark blue, nearly black. Her yellow-orange eyes that use to be more reptilian, were now the same emerald green eye color that reflected Harry (and Regina) showing her bonded status as a familiar. The ridges along her back were sharp and went down her back to the end of her tail. Her tail itself was sharp, enough that if Lunar was flying and tucked her tail, it could easily stab multiple people. Her claws had also sharpened from the smooth, recent born they previously were, easily able to claw stone apart no matter how old. She was dangerous, and a lot smarter than previously.

"Alright, I'll make sure you don't feel the effects of any alcohol I consume. It might take some magic, but I'm sure I can keep you two sober if I am, for some reason, not," Harry agreed as he let Lunar settle herself on his extra pillow (after too many times she's stolen his, he ended up just getting another one for her).

"Night, Harry," Neville muttered as he settled in his bed.

"Night, Neville," Harry told Neville.

Next Chapter: First Duel of the Dueling Tournament

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