****Lyra's P.O.V.****

When I came to, remembering what happened, I sat up abruptly, bumping heads with Harry.

Harry.

"Please tell me we don't have to do this. None of us are of age yet. Merlin, we're fourteen." I started wheezing, I was freaking out. Dumbledore ushered everyone out but Harry, to give me time to calm down.

Harry sat down by me, and rubbed my arm in a comforting way. I looked at him, tears in my eyes. "Two of the people I love most in this world are in this tournament, Harry. . . " I slapped my hand over my mouth. I just admitted to Harry that I love him. It's okay for Sarah, she's my sister, but Harry. . .

He looked shocked, his mouth hanging open. I buried my head in my knees and groaned. He smiled a bit, and lifted my head to meet his eyes. He leaned in and kissed me.

A few minutes later, I pulled away and smirked at him. "You could've just told me to shut up, you know."

He blushed, "I . . . er. . ."

"It's okay Harry. Let's go see Dumbledore." We opened the door and Fleur, Viktor, and Sarah fell in. I rolled my eyes

"I'm afraid you all must compete." Dumbledore looked at us with sad eyes.

"Sir, how is it possible that no one of age was chosen? I know a lot of people of age who entered. Cedric Diggory, for example."

"Whoever managed to enter our names was of age. The Goblet can choose anyone in the cup, and our names were on the same piece of parchment." Sarah explained.

They sent us back to our dorms, and Harry walked me back to mine. I was staying in the room we used when we were stuck together, with Sarah, Lucy, Hermione, Gabrielle, Hannah, and Bella the mermaid.

We each were dared to invite a someone to the sleepover, so we picked names out of one of Sarah's feather hats (don't ask). I looked at my paper, and I got Angelina. (A/N: In this fanfic, Angelina is in the same year as the trio.)

"Angelina!" She looked back at me, confused. "Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to join Hermione, Lucy, Hannah, Sarah, Bella, Gabrielle, and I for a sleepover?"

"Sure! Lemme get my candy stash!" She ran off.

Walking back into the sleepover room (yes, that's what I'm calling it), I saw Harry, Lee, Fred, George, Ron, Dean, Ginny, Neville, Seamus, Aaron, Gabrielle, Hermione, Sarah, Lucy, Hannah, Bella, and, now, me. The girls must've invited a few extras. . .

Already seeing an extremely awkward moment ahead, I magicked a sign over each of the two, pushed together, twin beds. The boys had the right side, the girls were on the left (not the right side of the bed, the actual right set of beds).

"TRUTH OR DAREEEEEEEE!" Sarah so kindly screamed in my war. We all gleaned, but agreed nonetheless. She ushered us all in a circle, and began babbling.

"You all know how this works? Shut up, Weasley, you'll figure it out. I'm going first! Mkay? Mkay. Er. . . Seamus, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to. . . eat this." She handed him an "innocent piece of bubblegum". Because of his weird man-pride, he trusted Sarah when she gave him her food.

He ate it, and blew up in a giant blue bubble. Fun. Hermione, Sarah, Harry, and I, who all got the reference, started cracking up laughing.

Lucy looked at us questioningly, and deflated him.

"Aw, Luce, you're no fun!" Sarah whined.

"Lucy, truth or dare?" Seamus asked the black-haired girl shyly.

"Truth?"

All of Seamus' former shyness disappeared, and he smirked. "Is it true that you're in love with me?"

She smirked back. "You wish, Finnigan. Um. . . LYRA! Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"How many times have you and Harry kissed?" I groaned, but pretended to think.

"I think. . . a total of nunya business. That seem right, Harry?"

"Yup."

"Angelina, truth or dare?" She stole a glance at Fred then nodded determinedly.

"Dare."

"I dare you to. . . tell us who you fancy." Sure, I can be nice. But I can also be mean, and now is one of the latter times.

"Well. . . fredweasley." She muttered quietly.

"What was that, Ange?"

She groaned. "Fred freakin Weasley. Harry, truth or dare?" Fred looked shocked, Lee looked relieved, and the rest of us were smirking.

"Er. . . dare."

"I dare you to kiss the most attractive someone in this room.

Harry smirked back at her, and got up to go to the food table. He brought back a chocolate bar, and pecked it once before eating it. "Done. George, truth or dare?"

"Dare.

"Kiss Bella." He told him bluntly.

George did as told, and thier one kiss turned into a full on snog-fest. Sarah turned to us and mouthed 'three, two, one'

All at once, we started screaming. "AH, A MONSTER!"

They immediately broke appear, panicked. "Where?"

"Right in front of us. Stop snogging. Let's go see a movie! To the common room!" Sarah chirped. I think she's had to much candy. Or she's just always like that. Probably the latter. . .

Almost everyone pushed past me to get good seats. Harry was upstairs bringing food, and I just couldn't be bothered to move any faster. He came back and fell into step with me.

Once we got to the common room, only one armchair was open. Both of us bolted towards it, but the girls teamed up against me. The boys teamed up with me, though, but we lost. Harry got the seat, and I pouted.

Since he couldn't resist my pouty face, he scootted over and put an undetectable extension charm on it. I smiled triumphantly and sat down next to him.

Hermione and Ron, Lucy and Seamus, Fred and Angelina, George and Bella, Gabrielle and Aaron, Neville and Hannah, and Lee and Sarah were all sitting together around the couch. I was sitting with Harry, my head on his shoulder, his arm around me.

This was one of the happiest moments of my life. I mean, besides the fact that I could die at any moment in the first task. Or the second. Or the third.

****First Task****

I was hyperventilating again. Today was the first task, and I was more worried for Sarah and Harry than I was for me. I was facing the very venomous Peruvian Vipertooth.

Harry was next to me again, looking nervous. "Ly?"

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering. . . if we both survive this. . . would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next week?"

I beamed. "I would love to, Harry."

The cannon blasted, and Sarah walked in, barely scratched. In all honestly, she didn't really plan anything; she just used her Spotter. A second cannon blasted, and I walked out.

I saw the Vipertooth look at me. Not attack, just look. "May I have the golden egg?" I tried asking it, not really expecting anything.

The dragon looked at me, determined and curious. "Can you understand me?" It nodded.

"Well, I'll tell you a secret. That egg doesn't have your child in it. They, out there, will force me to fight you. I don't want to hurt you, or your real eggs. Trust me, I would never take someone's child."

You think of me as a someone?

She was communicating with me. Not knowing what else to do, I nodded. She seemed to smile at me, and moved to the side.

Cautiously, I walked forward. As if sending my hesitation, she nudged me forward. I hesitantly grabbed the golden egg and walked away, kissing the dragon's snout.

I walked back into the tent, and blacked out.

*

When I woke up, I heard muffled yells outside the door.

"LET ME SEE HER!"

"Mr. Potter, no visitors allowed until Miss Black wakes up! That is final!" A nurse rushed back into the room, and sighed.

"Alright, Mr. Potter, you may come in."

A raven-haired boy rushed in, red faced and obviously concerned. "Ly, you're awake!"

"Er. . . who are you?" I could see the heartbreak clear on his face.

The nurse ushered him out, sighing.

"Name?"

"Lyra Rose Black."

"Age?"

"Fourteen years old."

"Family?"

". . ."

"Alright, Miss Black. In goin to try some spells. A few of then will be painful. . ."

She began casting spells, and I began to feel pain everywhere. It was like something was clawing at my organ, my bones, and especially my skull. I heard screaming, and realized it was mine.

****Harry's P.O.V.****

I slumped down the Hospital Wing doors, crying. She didnt remember me. She didn't remember the kisses, the mornings waking up in my arms, or that I just got the courage to ask her out.

I slowly trudged my way back to the Common Room. Walking in, Hermione, Hannah, Sarah, Lucy, Bella, the Weasleys, Gabrielle, Lee, Angelina, and Sirius were waiting anxoiously.

"Is she okay? She's not. . ."

"She's alive." Hermione looked confused as to what was wrong. I looked at her with heartbreak in my eyes. "She doesn't remember, 'Mione. Not any of us."

They must've known that I needed to be left alone, because nobody followed me into the room we shared when we were stuck together; 'the sleepover room' as she called it.

I had an idea. Either she would remeber everything, or she would slap me, but it was worth a shot.

I grabbed my invisibility cloak and walked toward the wing. As soon as I got close, I could hear her screams dying out.

Panicked, I rushed in, just in time to see Madame Pomfrey walk away with her wand. Angry as I was, it all faded away when I saw Lyra, years streaming down her face, whimpering.

"Lyra?" She looked at me, terrified.

"You're the boy from earlier, right?"

"Yeah. . . listen, I know you don't remember me, but you need to trust me, okay. I need to try something, something painless, that might help. Do you trust me?"

"Yes. I trust you not to kill me, at least."

I smiled. Then I leaned in and kissed her.

****Lyra's P.O.V.****

I felt him lean in and kiss me. I was shocked, even scared, at first, but then I felt at peace.

Almost like a fast-forwarded movie, I felt all of my memories come back

"Harry? Oh my Merlin, I an so sorry, if I had known that kissing the snout would poison me, I never wouldve done it, and I know I promised I would. Come back, and-"

He cut me off again by pressing his lips to mine.

"I guess Hogsmeade is still on?" He chuckled and nodded at me. "How long was I out?"

"About a week. Neither Sarah or I have figured out the egg. We missed you, Ly."

"MR. POTTER! I SAID OUT!"

"Madame, she has her memory back." He protested.

"She- OH! If you don't mind me asking, how?"

"Harry. . . reminded me." I lied.

"Mhm. In sure he did, Miss Black. An I correct in assuming he wasn't actually talking?" Thankfully, it was dark, because my face was beet red.

She shooke her head. "You are dismissed."

I walked out of the Hospital Wing, hand in hand with Harry. He gave me his invisibility cloak to surprise everyone with.

When we stepped it, everyone's eyes shot towards us. Well, Harry; they still couldn't see me.

Uncle's eyes were bloodshot, but Hermione's lit up. She was eyeing Harry's missing hand, still enntertwined with mine under the cloak.

"Ly, we've missed you!" Everyone looked at her like she was crazy.

I stepped out. "No one can get anything past you, 'Mione." I smiled at her. I was immediately attack with hugs by all of my friends. Once they let go, saw Uncle, tears brimming his eyes, holding his arms out.

I ran into them, snuggling into his chest. He pulled back and looked at me.

"How did Pomfrey get you to remember, anyways?"

"Er. . . she tried doing a bunch of spells on me. That really hurt. In the end, it was Harry who got me to remember." I was being honest, I just felt that the ring of water around Harry was necessary.

All of the girls started squealing, figuring out what happened. Uncle got a dark look on his face, as Sarah and I lunged to hold him back. Spotters had more strengh than normal people, like werewolves. Or at least I hope I didn't read that wrong.

"Uncle, stop! He's your best friend's son, for Merlin's sake! And, sorry Sarah, but you don't attack Lee nearly as much as you attack Harry!"

"Lee doesn't go around snogging my niece."

"Harry doesn't snog me, and you're right. Lee goes around snogging your daughter! Harry, Lee, RUN!"

Uncle hmphed at me and walked away. "You're not allowed to date anyone until you're 43."

I looked at the girls, panicked. They smirked at me. "Erm. . . gotta go, Uncle, bye!"

A few seconds later, I heard a roar that I'm sure all of Britain could hear. "HE ASKED HER TO HOGSMEADE?!"

I found Harry, out of breath, by some random statue.

"Hey, Harry, remember when you thought my Uncle wanted to kill you? In third year? Yeah, he actually does want to kill you now. Have fun with that."