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Harry slept for nearly an entire day after the third task. He remembers waking a few times. The first that he was able to recall, it was just him and aunt Dorea. She smiled, and he took a drink of something and then quickly fell asleep. The next he was woken by yelling, looking around his aunt was not present, and he was not in his cabin. This one was larger and he was the only one present. From outside the door he could hear a man.

"I demand to speak to him at once. He is needed to disprove the false claims about what occurred in the maze."

"No." The Highmaster's cold voice was not loud, yet carried well despite it.

"I am the Minister of Magic! And, and, I demand to speak to the boy at once!" So, that was the unknown voice. Sounded like a pompous git.

"He is British citizen, you cannot keep the minister from speaking to him!" This was a shriller voice, very high pitched, and the tone was one that you would use to speak to a toddler.

"No."

"Cornellius, please lets us retire to my office and we can speak about this, Mr. Black is recuperating and Highmaster Kirillovich has given his response." Dumbledore was there as well, what was going on outside?

"Minister, I suggest we send the aurors to retrieve the witness, since this man is stopping the course of an investigation." Bullocks. Harry started to sit up, they were going to send aurors to get him? What in Merlin's eternal bloody beard was going on?

"If an auror steps foot on this ship without my permission I will kill said wizard or witch." Well that statement sure shut up everyone outside. Gods, the Highmaster did not take things lightly. "Further I will contact each and every affiliated government with my institute and insure they know that the British Ministry of Magic has attacked Durmstrang."

"Sergey come now, there is no need for such statements. Such a thing would lead to war."

"I will not allow a student of mine to be taken, especially when their guardian has given strict instructions to the contrary. Now leave." Harry heard some more mumblings, but it sounded like that was it. Soon his door opened to reveal Professor Selwyn.

"Professor! What is going on? What was that about a war?"

"Black calm down. Or you will cause yourself to faint. It was nothing, just the idiot that you Brits call a Minister trying to board this ship illegally."

"But why? I heard my name, is it due to me?"

"No. Fudge is freaking out due to Potter's claims about You-Know-Who's return, He thought he would get you to call the boy a liar. But, your aunt left clear instructions that no one outside of the school was to see you. Even without such instructions the Highmaster would never allow a government to abscond with a student."

"But, war sir?"

"Don't worry about that Black. It comes from the Grindelwald's war. Remember your history?" Harry nodded, "Grindelwald stuck where first?"

"Durmstrang. He conquered the school first and it served as his base for the war."

"Right. Well to stop any such thing from occurring all the governments that we get students from signed a treaty saying they would come to defense of the Institute should it ever be attacked. It won't come to that, but it was a non-subtle way of telling the Minister to piss off. That man is to used to getting what he wants, it will do him some good to realize there are those who will not put up with his shit. Now drink this." Suddenly Selwyn pushed a deep purple potion into Harry's hand. The smell was terrible, but Harry quickly threw it back. The taste barely registered, before Harry began to drift off once again.

The next time that Harry woke, or at least remembered waking up, he was feeling much better. Looking around Harry saw he was still in the random cabin. Without thinking Harry sat up and looked around. He saw a set of robes and put them on. Still feeling a little sore, but no more than after a good workout. Moving to the door Harry tried to listen for anyone near it, but found he could hear little. Opening it he found himself on the deck, which meant he had been in one of the professor's cabin. Looking around he saw that the ship was no longer anchored at Hogwarts, but was rather moving quickly through the North Sea. Looking around he saw some the students doing work along the ship, and finally he found the Highmaster.

"Ah, Black awake at last. I am afraid that you missed the closing feast of the Tournament. You and Henry were declared in a tie for the championship. We decided that Hogwarts would hold onto the Cup, but here." Kirillovich handed a bag to Harry. Harry looking inside found that it was spelled to hold more than it could and be lighter than it should, for it contained a huge amount of Galleons. "500 galleons, half the prize. Congratulations. Now if you'll excuse me I must check on Mr. van Fries. He seems to be up to nothing good."

By the looks of it they were already halfway back to Durmstrang, so it should only take a few hours more to get back to the institute. Harry decided to spend that time reading. Soon enough they had arrived and docked. The ride up to the castle was quick and quiet. Harry sat with Klaus and Marcsa. Once they reached the fortress they were shepherded into the great hall. The Highmaster thanked all who went and professors who stayed for looking after the school. He then called both Viktor and Harry up. Harry was still out of it, but he made his way up. The Highmaster described their efforts and outcome in the tournament. Harry was paying little attention, but suddenly everything went quiet and everyone was looking at him. Viktor quietly whispered to him, "They want a speech from one of the winners."

Shooting a look of thanks to Viktor, Harry took a breath. "Umm, well I am thankful for the opportunity of to represent the school. I owe a huge thanks to Viktor, and all my Professors. It was due to their training and the lessons that I learned here that allowed me to do well. Uh...Study Hard." The ending almost came out as a question, and looking at the crowd he could see Klaus, Alexey, Arianna, Marcsa, and others who knew him laughing. Viktor was trying not to laugh, and only succeeded partly. The Highmaster gave a Harry a look, that if he was not so serious looking Harry would have thought it was repressed laughter. How one could portray laughter with a straight face, Harry did not know.

"Yes, thank you for your words Mr. Black. I am sure they will be taken to heart quite intently by the student body." If Harry was not blushing before he was now. He and Viktor were soon sent down to their tables. The rest of the feast progressed much same as previous years. Alexey and Ariana demanded to know about Harry's time at Hogwarts and questioned him throughout. When Klaus mentioned Daphne the questions intensified and Harry ended up trying to hide behind his food. Eventually everyone headed off to bed and Harry was spared the inquisition for a night at least.

The next day was the last day at Durmstrang and the students would be leaving the following day, so all the students who had gone for the tournament needed to speak to their Professors and hand in any work. Harry was nervous, but most seemed pleased with his work. Professor Draganov was surprised by the letter from Professor Snape declaring Harry's potions adequate. Draganov said that was high praise, as Professor Snape was generally one of the strictest potion masters he knew. Finally Harry made his way to the last class, rituals. Upon entering Professor Alfsson's office, he found it empty, and suddenly someone cuffed him upside the head. Turning Harry found Alfsson standing there looking mad.

"Told you to read, not practice. Read!"

"I...uh...but-"

"No buts. What did I say to you when giving you the book?"

"Read" Literally that was all the man had said.

"Right. Well for penance you must read this one over the summer." Harry was suddenly given a very heavy tome, twice as thick as the other.

"Umm, but sir I didn't really understand the later chapters of the first book. I-"

"Black listen here. What were my instructions?"

"Umm...Read?"

"Right, now I said nothing of understanding. You evidently understood enough to cast the crossing ritual, no? Well, make sure you only read this one. We will discuss understanding next year. Understood?"

"Uh,,,No?"

"Good, see you are listening better already. Now leave." With that Harry was pushed from the office and the door was shut in his face. Well that was extremely odd. Harry suddenly felt sorry for those who had stayed back at the castle in the class. Making his back to his room Harry began packing. That night was much the same as the one before with Klaus mentioning something about Hogwarts and Alexey or Arianna demanding an explanation from Harry. It continued the next morning as they boarded the ship and the trip back to Lubeck. Harry bid farewell to his friends and made the numerous portkey jumps back to England, where Harry flooed home. There he was met by his aunt who greeted him, and soon had Harry in a hug.

"How have you been? You were pretty out of it those days after the tournament. Something about extreme magical exhaustion?" Harry could hear the reprimand in her voice.

"I am better, I woke up good as new on the trip back. Though I do remember hearing the minister arguing with the Highmaster at one point."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that man. I have made it quite clear he nor the anyone from the ministry are to be speaking to you without first consulting with me." Harry had a questioning look on his face, how could she manage that when it took a threat of war to cause the man to back down. "It was nothing, dear. I just called in some debts to make the minister's grasp on his position much weaker than it is. Especially when his little secretary made some comments to me. Anyway, let's just say if they approach you, he will wish for a war with Durmstrang." Well that solidified how dangerous his aunt was, good thing she was on his side.

"And, the...what about them?" Dorea's face lost the look of triumph that she had been sporting.

"Well, that is another thing. They have been to the Dursleys, and to the ministry to check your records. I have received a few owls asking to speak with you, or me, or both. I wrote back that I felt that it would be better not to. The letters have been getting more insistent, but so far they remain civil. We will have to decide, together, how to handle this. But, don't worry, there is nothing that they can do legally, especially know with the minister set against them and scared of me. But, let's leave that for now. I thought you might enjoy spending the first part of summer at the estate in France." Harry quickly nodded. "And, I have it on good authority that a one Miss Daphne Greengrass and her family will spending time at their estate in France as well." Harry's smile grew, and began to think this summer might be better than it had appeared.

Well, that concludes the Raven of Durmstrang. I hope you enjoyed it. As I said at the top, reviews are appreciated, I would like to use them to fix any mistakes here and make sure the sequel is better. I have posted the sequel, named Hound of Death. It will likely end up being the same length. Again, Thanks for Reading.