Harry walks around the Chamber of Secrets. He needed a place to escape from everyone. No one can enter the Chamber of Secrets except those able to speak Parseltongue. It makes it the perfect place to hide out. Reaching out, his fingers drag across the smooth scales of the dead Basilisk. The large fifty foot long snake tried to kill him two years ago. It seems like a lifetime ago that he managed to get lucky and slay the snake. He never thought he would face a danger like battling against a fifty long snake. Yet, he was proven wrong because the next year he had to face off against a hundred Dementors in order to save his godfather. One year after another, he continues to be put in situations that he doesn't want to be in. This year is no different. Even though he did his best to have a normal year, it somehow managed to all go to hell when the Goblet of Fire spit out his name declaring him as the Fourth Champion. He never put his name in the Goblet, but no one believes him. The entire school is treating him like an outcast including his best friend, Ron. Harry's eyes burn in anger as he thinks about his best friend who refuses to believe him.

"Bastard," growls Harry.

A roar of anger comes from Harry. He feels a power building up around him. Harry throws a right punch in anger. All his anger turns into shock and surprise as a powerful shockwave erupts from the punch. A concussive wave continues outward hitting the stone face of Slytherin and destroying it. The stone face explodes in a shower of rocks and dust. "What?" Harry stares down at his fist in surprise. Was that accidental magic? Harry throws another punch, but nothing happens. He shakes his head not understanding what happened. Looking up, he stares at the destroyed stone face to see a light coming from inside the statue. Curiously, he walks forward. He wades through the water until he is knee high in it and staring up into the hole. "Is that a room?"

The young wizard looks around trying to find a way to get up there. Harry draws his wand and points it towards himself. "Wingardium Leviosa." A simple swish and a flick makes the magic lift him slowly into the air. He climbs into the entrance to the hidden room. Much to his surprise, it is a huge room that is even larger than a classroom. This hidden room is almost as large as the library. His eyes dart around glancing at the smooth stone floor. He notices a couple large eggs that come up to his waist. Eyes widen in horror as he realizes that this room is where the Basilisk slept. "That is right, the Basilisk came out of the statue after Riddle spoke that phrase," whispers Harry. "Speak to me Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four." Unknowingly, he speaks aloud in Parseltongue as he remembers the exact words.

A groaning sound makes Harry spin around to see a hidden door opening up on the far wall. It slides open to reveal a second hidden room. Harry grips his wand tightly as he heads into the room. He finds a small study with a desk, bed, lamp, and a small bookshelf. A journal with a red cover lies on the desk.

"Hmm, you don't resemble me."

Harry spins around wand raised and poised to strike. A regal looking man stares at him with a bored expression. The man is sitting in a portrait unafraid of the wand pointed at him. "Slytherin?"

"A good deduction considering you are in my secret chamber," drawls Slytherin. "Do you have a name child?"

"Harry…Harry Potter."

Slytherin raises an eyebrow. "Potter? You are not of my lineage yet are able to reach my secret chamber. How were you able to accomplish this?"

"It is a long story," replies Harry.

"I am not going anywhere," drawls Slytherin. Harry flushes in embarrassment. He lowers his wand and decides to tell the story.

Break

Slytherin leans back stroking his white goatee. Harry sits in the chair with a calm look. It felt amazing to talk about his problems. He feels much more relaxed and at ease. Strange, he found more comfort talking to a portrait of a man whose house is a constant pain in his ass than to his own friends. "A Horucrux," states Salazar.

"Horucrux?"

"A container to hold a part of a person's soul," explains Salazar. "There are various ways to split one's soul into pieces, but the easiest is to kill another living being in cold blood. Once the soul is torn, it can be removed from the body and placed in a container of the person's choosing. The diary that was able to have its own will and possess that girl, it must have been a Horucrux. It would explain how Voldemort managed to survive the Killing Curse that night it rebounded off you. Until he finds a permanent way to revive his body, he will act in the same manner as the diary in possessing others around him such as the late Professor Quirrell in order to survive."

Harry gains a hard look. "So is there no way to kill him?"

"A body is merely a container for the soul. A shell so to speak so destroying a person's body doesn't destroy the soul. Hence, when people die they move on," lectures Slytherin. "However, if you destroy the Horucrux and leave no way for the soul to remain after the body is destroyed, it will be forced to move on whether the person desires it or not."

"I destroy the Horucrux and Voldemort can be killed."

Salazar gives a nod. "Precisely." The former Head of Slytherin gains a pensive expression. "It would seem upon trying to kill you, he unintentionally transferred his abilities to you in the process. Or perhaps the correct terms is that you stole them."

The young wizard doesn't like that at all. "Stole them? I never wanted them."

"The Force works in mysterious ways," smirks Salazar.

"The Force?" Harry runs a hand through his hair. "What is that?"

"It is a discussion for another time." Salazar waves dismissively. "Harry Potter, I want you to do me a favor." Harry gains a suspicious look. "Good, you are on guard. A wise man never trusts anyone without first getting to know the individual. My favor is simple, I want you to keep me informed on the happenings on the school. I much rather not leave my portrait unless absolutely necessary. So I will need someone to be my eyes and ears."

"Why?"

A smirk forms on the wizard's face. "I have my reasons." Harry doesn't like that response one bit. Salazar continues as if never seeing Harry's expression. "In exchange, I shall take you on as a student and teach you the proper way to use your abilities."

Harry stands up. He runs a hand through his hair. "Thanks, but I will have to pass."

"Are you really in the position to turn down such an offer?" Harry pauses at the door. Salazar continues with a disinterested tone. "You have been entered into a tournament that is known to have multiple deaths. The other champions are years older and know more magic than you. I am offering you a chance to learn new skills to give you a fighting chance. Are you truly going to turn me down?"

A silence fills the room. The young wizard turns around with hard eyes. "Listen, I may not be as strong or as skilled or even as powerful as the other champions." He stands up straight. "But I am not going to let anyone manipulate me!" Emerald green eyes begin to glow with unrestrained power.

Salazar bursts out laughing. Harry's eyes return to normal. He gains a confused look. "Sit down, I will tell you my reasons for wanting knowledge on the school." The long dead wizard gives a wide smirk that sends a shiver down Harry's spine. "And you will decide whether or not to accept my teachings."

Break

"Harry!"

Hermione rushes down the table to where Harry is sitting alone eating breakfast. He glances up from his plate and gives a light wave. She takes a seat next to him. All the words she wanted to say leave her as she notices that he is trying his best to be invisible. Wordlessly, she grabs a plate and begins to fill it with breakfast items. "I was worried about you. Please don't disappear like that again," whispers Hermione.

Harry pokes at his food. "Sorry."

"I know you don't want to be in the tournament, but now that you are we have to prepare. This is a very dangerous tournament. I am going to the library during my free period to find various books…"

"I want to work on Transfiguration," interrupts Harry. Hermione looks at Harry in surprise. "Okay?"

She gives a nod. A strong part of her wants to argue about learning more defensive magic, but there is a strange gleam in his eyes. He is giving her a look that is letting her know that this is not up for discussion. Transfiguration is the magic he wants to learn and that is what he is going to focus on. Nothing is going to change his mind. "Ok, anything specific in mind?" asks Hermione.

"I want to start with the basics and work my way up to Conjuration."

A smile forms on her face. "It sounds like a great idea." Hermione gains a pensive look. "I will write up a study plan and good times to practice. I know several books that will be a great help."

Harry smiles lightly. "Thanks Hermione." Hermione beams happily.

Chamber of Secrets

Salazar speaks in a stern tone as he gives a lecture on magic. "We spoke yesterday on the body being a vessel to contain a soul. Today, we shall speak on magical theory." Harry frowns not expecting such lessons, but pays attention nonetheless. "What is magic? Why we are able to use it and others are not? These are questions that should be asked on a constant basis, but are not."

Harry runs a hand through his hair. What is magic? Why can he use it? He thinks deeply on the questions. To be honest, he never thought about either question. All he was told is that he is a wizard able to use magic. It was so cool to be told that he is a wizard and magic is real that he never thought deeply on the question of why he can use magic.

"I must admit that I never thought on these questions much. I merely accepted the fact that I was special and others around me were not. The power of magic was mine to wield because I was superior to others. I began to travel the world meeting others that can use magic. Still, I never questioned why I was able to use magic and others were not. All I cared about was learning new and more powerful spells. I strengthened my mind and body to become a powerful wizard. I even started to challenge other wizards and witches. With ease, I defeated all my adversaries. It was not until I ran into Helga Hufflepuff did I meet my equal."

A choking sound comes from Harry. "Hufflepuff beat you?"

"Do not take my words out of context," drawls Slytherin. "I see that Helga's reputation has taken a turn for the worse. It is not surprising considering her kindness towards complete strangers. Child, when you are in my presence I suggest you curb that tone towards Helga. I disagreed with her on many things, but I hold her in the highest respect. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir."

Slytherin settles down knowing that Harry will not make that mistake a second time. "Helga was able to accomplish feats of magic that I could not fathom. She could connect with animals and nature. I watched her communicate with centaurs to taming raging dragons without ever casting a spell. It was meeting her that I started to question my own talents. My magic seemed to focus on destruction and her magic focused on life. For the first time, I started to question the origins of magic. Why was our magic so different?"

Harry leans forward. "Did you try to learn from her?"

"I did," nods Slytherin. "We started to travel the world together. No, the truth is that I started to travel with her. I wanted to learn more about the woman who was such a contrast to my own abilities. In our travels, we came across two more powerful individuals, Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor. Gryffindor and I became quick friends contrary to popular belief. Both of us were warriors who sought to use our magic to prove our superiority. Ravenclaw on the other hand, I couldn't stand her. She was absolutely brilliant, but close minded and unable to accept that she could be wrong. I never liked being wrong but I knew that I didn't know everything."

A smirk appears on Harry's face. It is ironic that Ravenclaw acted so similar to almost every single Slytherin currently at Hogwarts. Granted, he doesn't know every Slytherin, but the ones that he has interaction with constantly believe that they know everything.

"Helga proposed the idea that we should form a school. She wanted to create a sanctuary for young wizards and witches. Our people were at war with muggles that believed we were devil worshippers. Gryffindor naturally agreed to the idea having been raised as a knight and never passed up the chance to use his skills to help others in distress. I, on the other hand, agreed because I wanted to meet others and learn more about magic. Ravenclaw relented to the idea only because she believed that out of the four of us only she was qualified to teach. We found a good place to set up a school and started to build. Helga created the forest surrounding the school and invited her friends, the centaurs, to stay in the forest. The centaurs being hunted by muggles, like the wizards and witches, and needed a place to stay. It gave the school added protection since the centaurs are great warriors even without magic."

'Not very friendly,' thinks Harry remembering Bane. Firenze on the other hand is a good friend who saved him.

Slytherin leans back in his seat. "I am sure the rest is well known. The school was built and we were all given our own houses to watch over. Ravenclaw took on students who showed exceptional talent, Gryffindor took on students of noble lineage, Helga took on any student seeking a home, and I choose to teach those that had the courage to pursue their ambitions."

"Wait, what!?" Harry shakes his head. "No, Gryffindor took on students who are brave and courage. Slytherin only cared about purebloods…right?"

"Boy, I am orphan whose peasant parents were killed during a raid," drawls Slytherin. "I assure you, I care nothing about being a pureblood. Gryffindor is the youngest son of a king and proudly displayed his noble lineage to whoever he came across."

Harry is stunned. "But…almost every single person in Slytherin is a pureblood. Blood purity is the banner that Slytherin operates on. The reason you left the school is because you hated the muggleborn students allowed into the school."

Laughter erupts from the patron of the Slytherin House. Salazar clutches his side. "How foolish," laughs Slytherin. "Is that truly what the world believes? It seems that my ancestors truly tainted my name." Harry sits there unable to comprehend what is going on. "Child, I left the school to learn the true origins of magic. I left shortly after Helga passed away. She was the only reason I stayed. Helga was my closest friend and confidant. If she wasn't already married I would had taken her as my own. I am regressing, I decided to leave the school and go on a journey. I left behind a couple bastard sons and it seems they tarnished my name. Helga was right, I shouldn't have slept with such loose women."

"I can't believe it," groans Harry. "It just seems so unreal."

"The past is the past, you can waste time wallowing in it or move on towards the future," says Salazar dismissively.

"Really? You don't care at all about how people see you?"

Salazar raises an eyebrow. "Why would I let the opinions of others affect me? I know who I am and I don't need the verification from others to gain my self-worth." The wizard sits up proudly. "The only person whose opinion I ever cared about was from my dear friend Helga. Everyone else was not important."

Harry falls silent. He stares down at the floor. Salazar Slytherin turns out to be a wizard who never cared about blood purity. It is possible that the portrait is lying to him, but he knows that everything he is being told is the truth. He isn't sure exactly how he knows but he does. Yet despite the man's name being dragged through the mud for over 1,000 years, he merely laughs and cares nothing about it. Slytherin doesn't give a damn about how people regard him as a blood purist dark wizard. 'I am over here sulking about everyone in the school turning against me.' Harry raises his head. 'Hermione, she is the only person who is a friend to me. She hasn't turned against me.' A smile forms on his face. Slytherin is right, he doesn't need to worry about a bunch of people calling him names. As long as he has Hermione at his side, he can give a damn about the rest of the school.

"It seems I drifted off topic. After I left school, I wanted to learn more about magic. Why am I able to use it? How come others use it so differently? These questions plagued my mind. I remember the many conversations I had with Helga. She would always talk about how magic being an outside force not an inner one. I always disputed this theory because I believed those special individuals like me were born with magic in them. But I started to wonder, if I am born with magic in me, how come I never tire when I cast spells? Why is it that I need a wand to cast my magic if it is inside of me? Helga never needed a wand to use magic to communicate with nature and magical creatures. It drove me insane that I could never figure out the truth." Salazar starts to smile. "Then one day, I ran into an individual from another world. I was traveling the deserts of Egypt when I came across a hermit. She was an individual that was centuries old with knowledge that far surpassed my own. So powerful were her abilities that in a single gesture, she defeated me."

Harry's eyes widen in shock. Salazar Slytherin defeated in a single gesture. This is a wizard who is regarded as one of the greatest wizards of all time. One of the Founders at Hogwarts! It is impossible to think that a wizard so powerful can be defeated in one move.

Salazar chuckles noticing Harry's surprise, "yes, I had much the same look upon my defeat." He gains a faraway expression. "Master Skarch Vaunk taught me much. I learned about the true origin of magic and how primitive my talents truly were. I did take great joy in teaching her a branch of abilities that even she never encountered. Ah, I spent the last of my days learning so much from my master." The wizard smiles warmly. "Anyhow, I will begin to teach you what my master taught me. I warn you though, the knowledge I am about to impart on you is going to destroy everything that you have learned to this point. If you choose to accept my teachings, you will abandon all that you have learned and fully commit to my teachings. I will become your master and you my apprentice. Do you accept?"

"Yes," answers Harry without hesitation. It surprises him that he accepted so willingly. Deep down, he knows that what he is about to be taught to him is going to change his life. He admits that it scares him, but at the same time it excites him.

Headmaster's Office

Minerva stares across at Dumbledore. "Albus, I am worried. He has been skipping classes all week. Not to mention, he is disappearing all throughout the day. In the past three days, I have only seen him a couple times and that is with Ms. Granger in the library."

Albus leans back in his seat. He pops a Lemon Drop into his mouth. "Minerva, I believe it is best to let Harry work through this on his own. We cannot keep coddling him." Minerva bites her bottom lip not liking that plan at all. "He needs to grow on his own."

"The school is turning against him for something he didn't do!" grits Minerva. "It is not right."

"He is not alone, he still has Ms. Granger. She will help keep him strong," smiles Dumbledore knowingly.

Library

"What are we looking for?"

Harry gives a small smirk as he continues to lead her deep into the Restricted Section. Hermione bites her bottom lip praying that they don't get caught. She really needs to stop letting him drag her around into these situations. It is a miracle that they didn't set off the wards protecting the Restrict Section from unauthorized access. He continues to lead the way as if knowing exactly what he is looking for. "It is here," says Harry. Reaching up, he pulls down a book. "Protecting Your Mind From Invasions by Salazar Slytherin."

Hermione's eyes widen. She snatches the book. "A book by the Founder!?"

"I found it when sneaking around in here last night," lies Harry. "It is about the mind magic, Occulmency and Legilmency."

"Occulmency? Legilmency?"

"Occulmency is learning to shield your mind from mental attacks. Legilmency is the art of sending out mental probes to read a person's mind." Harry runs a hand through his hair. "I figure we could learn about it. I did some reading and found out that Occulmency helps with studying…" He stops talking when he notices Hermione walking away with the book. A chuckle escapes him as he quickly follows the girl with her nose buried in the book.

Great Hall

Draco blocks the path leading out of the Great Hall with a smug smirk. Crabbe and Goyle stand on either side of him making sure that Harry and Hermione can't escape. "Potter, I see you finally showed your face. I was starting to enjoy school without having you around," taunts Draco.

Harry gives a smile of his own. "Really? I was thinking the same thing when not having to hear your voice."

"It is quite high pitched for a boy," smirks Hermione.

Anger burns in Draco's eyes. He surprises Harry by managing to calm down and continue with that superior smirk. "I decided to make something to support Hogwarts's Champion." Draco points to the badge on his chest. "Do you like it?"

Support Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts true Champion.

"Oh, I also gave it another function," smirks Draco pressing the button.

Potter Stinks

Crabbe and Goyle burst out laughing making the badges on their chest say the same thing. Harry clenches his hand into a fist. Draco looks down at Harry like he is an insignificant insect. "What do you think Potter? Do you want one? I can even give one to the mudblood as long as she doesn't touch me," laughs the Slytherin.

Harry feels the power around him. It would be so easy to use it to push Draco straight into the wall and break every bone in his body. He raises his arm prepared to do it when a hand grabs his arm. A calm feeling washes over him. His eyes turn to look at Hermione. "Let's go," says Hermione. "Malfoy isn't worth it."

"That's right," smirks Draco. "Go back to hiding."

Hermione drags Harry out of the Great Hall. "Thanks," mutters Harry. She gives a warm smile that puts him at ease.

"Control your emotions. Anger and hatred will only lead you down a dark path."

Master Salazar is right. It would have been easy for him to crush and humiliate Draco, but what would that accomplish? He would be no better than Voldemort. The reason he is being taught is not to harm others, but to protect.

"Come on, we will practice Occulmency. It is supposed to help with controlling one's emotions," says Hermione leading the way.

"Right," nods Harry.

Chamber of Secrets

Harry runs around the Chamber with sweat covering his body. He runs around with no shirt on and torn up shorts. A light panting comes from the teen as he runs his thirtieth lap around the Chamber of Secrets. Coming around the corner, he drops down to his hands and begins to do push-ups. Salazar's voice rings out from the painting hanging from a snake statue. "Doing better, but need to work on controlling your breathing," states Salazar. "It is a shame to see wizards lacking basic physical conditioning."

"Was it different back in your time?"

"Of course," smirks Salazar. "Swordplay and duels were common place in my time. One needed to be in top shape or die a most gruesome death."

"Does physical condition really affect the magic…I mean the Force?" asks Harry.

Salazar strokes his goatee. "My Master was over one hundred years old. She could leap thirty feet into the air and had reflexes that put a vampire to shame. The crude matter that makes up our bodies is superficial, we are luminous beings. However, physical fitness and staying healthy is merely a good lifestyle to upkeep." Harry smirks knowing that is a round about way of neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his question. When it comes to answering questions, Master Salazar prefers to never answer directly unless he considers the question to be stupid. "In time, you will be glad for such exercises when I begin your lightsaber training."

Harry rolls onto his back and begins to do sit-ups. "Still haven't told me what a lightsaber is."

"Patience my young Padawan," chuckles Salazar. "Levitate those rocks."

Pausing, Harry focuses deeply on the Force. He feels it all around him and reaches out to lift three rocks the size of his fist up into the air. Harry concentrates on the Force to lift the rocks higher as he slowly continues to do sit-ups. "Good," nods Salazar. "How have your classes been?"

"Well, I am only going to two classes so really good," says Harry. "It is a miracle that I haven't received a detention for life."

"Going to classes is not mandatory at Hogwarts. We encouraged all students to show up, but the school is a sanctuary first and education second."

"So I can't really get into trouble for skipping?"

"I never said that."

"Right…Master, was Helga able to use the Force? Is that how she communicated with animals and nature?"

Salazar rubs his temples. "Every wizard and witch uses the Force. There is no such thing as magic. Magic is a word used to describe the unexplainable. The Force explains everything making magic a fairytale for children." The former wizard leans back in his seat. "A wand is a crutch used to pervert the Force for those unable to put the effort in learning to use it properly. One you truly give yourself to the Force, you will understand. Until then, know that the Force is all around us and binds all living organisms together." Harry gives a nod. He falls backwards and the rocks clatter to the ground. A loud panting comes from the teen. Groaning, he rises up into a sitting position and closes his eyes. Focusing on the Force, he relaxes his mind and controls his breathing. "As for your question, Helga was able to channel the Force to communicate with animals and nature. Helga knew on an instinctual level that all life contains some form of intelligence. She would use the Force to feel the emotions of the living things around her. There is no need for conflict when a situation can be resolved by proper communication." A warm smile forms on Salazar's face. "Once, I watched her calm down a raging dragon. All she did was hold out her hand and reach out with the Force to convey her feelings to the dragon. It was ready to eat us for trespassing on its territory, but she gently let it know that we were only passing through and meant no harm. She spoke to the dragon as an equal until it allowed us to pass. I think that was the day I realized that all I knew about magic was nothing compared to her power. I was too stubborn to admit it though."

A smile forms on Harry's face. "I think I know that feeling." He recalls the incident in the Great Hall. "I was prepared to use the Force to crush Draco. I wanted to hurt him so badly. All it took was a single touch from Hermione and I could feel her desire to avoid conflict. She didn't want to see me fight and I could feel those emotions from her."

"When you have an open mind, you will be able to feel the emotions of those around you. I never showed much talent in such a skill, but I was skilled in protecting my mind from outside intrusions," admits Salazar. "My Master was impressed with my mind shields but I lacked true empathy to develop the ability to sense another's emotions." He gives a stern look. "Be careful, if you don't learn to filter those emotions you might start to channel another person's emotions. You must learn control."

"Yes Master."

Break

Moody takes a swig from his flask. He hobbles down the hallway with his magical eye spinning around trying to find Harry Potter. It vexes him a great deal that the past three weeks Potter has been able to avoid him. A magical eye allows him to see through clothes, invisibility, and walls. Yet, he is still unable to find a simple child. He expected to start mentoring Harry on how to properly complete the upcoming First Task. The child needs to make it all the way to the Third Task or it would have been pointless to enter Potter's name into the Goblet. A snarl of anger comes from Moody as he refuses to fail his Lord. Potter will make it to the final task no matter the cost.

Hogsmeade Weekend

"I should be training," frowns Harry.

Hermione rolls her eyes. "What are you always telling me?" He shrugs. "Don't study too much Hermione," she mocks. Harry gains a smirk. "Well, the same thing applies to you. Remember, the book said that if you don't relax your mind every now and then, it will make it harder to learn. A proper amount of free time is needed to help relax one's mind and body."

Harry gives a teasing smile. "Sure, listen to the book not your friend."

"The book gives a logical reason. You merely tell me to stop so you can be lazy," points out Hermione.

"Same difference," waves Harry dismissively. Hermione rolls her eyes.

The two walk down the road leading to Hogsmeade. Hermione glances at Harry with worried eyes. In three days the First Task will begin. All the two have been studying is Transfiguration and Occulmency. She admits that Harry's skill in Transfiguration has sky rocketed to the point that he is the best in their year. He is even working on spells that are fifth and sixth year level. It is amazing how fast he is advancing in Transfiguration. She is a bit jealous and is doing her best to catch up to him. The sudden increase in skill comes from Occulmency, but mainly from the fact that he is skipping all other classes. Harry is focus solely on Transfiguration and letting all his other skills fall behind. She continuously argues with him on the matter, but he refuses to budge. Professor McGonagall has scolded him many times including giving him detention and taking away points. Unfortunately, this has not worked either. Harry continues to be stubborn and skip all classes except Transfiguration. Hermione did catch him visiting Hagrid a couple times, but never pried further into the matter. She doesn't want to drive him away so decided to pick and choose her battles. Right now, she is his only friend in the entire school. Since coming to Hogwarts Harry has been the one constant in her life. Even when he didn't know her, he treated her with kindness. If it weren't for him, the troll would have killed her back in their first year. No matter what happens, she already decided to stick at his side. That is what a good friend does.

Harry runs a hand through his hair. "So where to first?"

"I don't really need anything. I suppose a Butter-Beer would be nice," suggests Hermione.

"The Three Broomsticks it is," yawns Harry.

It is times like this she wishes that she knew Legilmency. She wouldn't invade his mind, but merely scan his surface thoughts. Harry is becoming better at controlling his emotions thanks to the Occulmency training. This is both good and bad. Good that he is learning a powerful skill to help him reign in his emotions and ignore people like Malfoy. Bad because it is making it harder for her to read him, which she used to be extremely good at. She supposes that it works both ways since Occulmency is allowing her to school her own expressions much better. Occulmency is not super advanced magic like one might assume. The principles behind Occulmency are simple. All it focuses on is developing a way to control one's emotions to keep calm and collected. It becomes more complicated when developing mental shields and traps, but as long as the mind is relaxed it is not a hard process. Hermione already built a basic shield around her mind along with a few mental traps to protect her mind. She reinforces those shields every night before going to bed. It is a skill that every wizard and witch should learn because it makes studying and learning much easier. So much easier to concentrate when one's mind is in order. She plans to start learning the basics of Legilmency, but she doesn't know if she wants to truly delve into that art. Invading another person's mind doesn't sit well with her.

"You sure are zoning out a lot," says Harry poking Hermione.

"Sorry," flushes Hermione. "I was thinking about some books."

Harry chuckles making her pout cutely. He opens up the door to the tavern allowing her to go in first. She smiles gratefully. The two enter into the tavern and quickly find an empty table. "What can I get you two?" smiles Madam Rosemerta.

"Two Butter-beers," answers Harry.

Madam Rosemerta gives a wink. "Coming right up."

Hermione gives a stern look. "Are you sure that you are ready for the First Task?"

"It is in two days," replies Harry. "I am as ready as I'm ever going to be."

"Ok," worries Hermione.

A large man stomps over to their table. "Hagrid," smiles Harry.

"Hi Hagrid," smiles Hermione.

Hagrid gives a nervous smile. Harry can sense apprehension coming from the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. "Harry, Hermione, good to see you two. I can't talk long." Hagrid glances around with nervous eyes. He leans forward and speaks in barely a whisper. "Harry, meet me at cabin tonight around 9. Make sure to have on your Invisibility Cloak." The young wizard goes to speak, but Hagrid stands back up. "Nice talking to you both, I best get going." Hagrid gives a nod before quickly leaving.

Hermione frowns. "I wonder what he wants to meet with you about."

"I don't know, but it must be something important. Hagrid wouldn't call me out for no reason," replies Harry.

Nighttime

Harry walks in the darkness towards Hagrid's Hut. He walks in a calm manner knowing that no one will be able to see him while he is under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak. Why did Hagrid call him out here after curfew? This question has been plaguing him all night. It better be for a good reason otherwise Master Salazar is not going to be happy that he is late for training. Personally, he hopes it is for a good reason because he rather be training as well. Master Salazar teachings are revolutionizing the way he performs magic…the Force. He really needs to start addressing it as the Force to avoid punishment from Master Salazar. Honestly, the Force sounds so much better than magic. It just seems right to refer to it as the Force. The word magic seems so impersonal and ignorant.

"Where are we going?"

"I got something I want to show you."

The voices interrupt Harry's thoughts. He looks ahead to see Hagrid emerging from his hut with Madam Maxine at his side. Hagrid glances around much to her confusion. "I want this to be private. Can't be having any spying eyes," says the half giant. Maxine smiles leaning into his side. Harry realizes that Hagrid wants him to stay hidden and follow them. It is strange that he is going to be spying on a date. Nervously, he begins to follow the couple into the Forbidden Forest.

'Who has a date in the Forbidden Forest?' wonders Harry.

Maxine is a bit apprehensive at traveling through the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid is at home without a care in the world. "It is right up ahead." The three travel through the woods for another ten minutes until a loud roar fills the air. Harry and Maxine freeze up. Hagrid smiles widely. "They were brought in two days ago. The champions will have to face them in the First Task."

"Is that so?" Maxine leans further into his arm. "What are they?"

Hagrid gives a large smile. "Dragons."

Harry's eyes widen as he comes upon a large clearing. In that clearing are two large dragons. Wizards and witches are flying around on brooms casting spells to subdue the dragons. "Beautiful," grins Hagrid.

"Not the word I would use," thinks Harry. He never thought that the First Task would involve dragons.

Chamber of Secrets

Laughter fills the chamber. Harry gives an annoyed look while Master Salazar continues to laugh. He told his master about the dragons. Instead of worry about his apprentice, Master Salazar burst out laughing finding the whole situation to be humorous. A grumble comes from the young padawan as he uses the Force to lift one of the statues a couple feet off the ground. "Are you done?" asks Harry.

Salazar calms down with an amused smile. "I must say, you seem to have horrible luck."

"Understatement," grumbles Harry.

"I doubt the task will be to battle a dragon. Even the most powerful wizards are unable to defeat a dragon," states Salazar knowingly.

Harry gains a pensive expression. "So maybe I need to find a way past it?"

"There is no point in worrying over anything. Keep your mind calm and know that you have the skill to pass any obstacle," says Salazar. Harry gives a nod. "Trust in the Force and all will be fine."

"I understand, Master."

Library

"Dragons?!" hisses Hermione.

"Keep it down," whispers Harry.

Hermione gains a panicked look. "Are they insane? Dragons are considered to be one of the most dangerous magical creatures in the world. They are immune to almost all magic. It takes around six to seven wizards to bring them down." Harry listens in amusement as she lists off all the traits that dragons possess. He wondered if this is how he sounded to Master Salazar. No wonder Master Salazar was laughing at him. "This is not funny," glares Hermione.

Harry shrugs. "I can't do anything about it. Heck, I am not even supposed to know about it."

A sigh comes from the girl. "I suppose you are right." Hermione gives him a hard look. "I think it is time we learn another branch of magic…"

"No, I told you I am only working on Transfiguration."

"Harry, why are you doing this? I don't understand."

To be honest, he doesn't understand it much as well. He is following Master Salazar's orders. Master Salazar told him that he is only allowed to learn Transfiguration, Occulmency, and Legilmency. He is forbidden from learning any other spells. Master Salazar even makes him perform Transfiguration without a wand. It is a work in progress, but he is able to perform several basic spells without a wand. Harry knows that his Master has a reason for everything that he does but this is one of the reasons that he doesn't understand.

"You want me to what?" exclaims Harry.

"I did not stutter. I want you to snap your wand," drawls Salazar.

Harry stares down at his wand. "I can't do that! How will I use magic…I mean the Force."

"If you are asking me that then you are still not ready."

Harry runs a hand through his hair. Snapping his wand? There is no way he can do that. "Harry, I wish you would reconsider," pleads Hermione.

"I'm sorry, I need you to accept this," says Harry.

"You know I will."

"Thanks."

First Task

Cedric, Harry, Fleur, and Viktor all stand inside a tent. Viktor is stealing glances over at Harry. Harry can sense negative emotions coming from the Durmstrang Champion. All these negative emotions are directed straight at him. 'He is acting the same way when Hermione and I find him sitting in the library,' thinks Harry. He doesn't know what he did to offend Krum, but the older boy seems to hold a deep grudge against him.

Fleur is smoothing out her dress in order to calm down her nerves. As always, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Harry can feel her nature Veela allure affecting Cedric and Krum. He feels it pressing down on his mental shields and gently redirects it elsewhere. She is the only other person besides him that knows that the First Task involves dragons. No doubt she is going over her strategy to overcome the dragons in her head.

Cedric is twirling around his wand to calm his nerves. Harry likes Cedric. He is a good guy who is one of the few people in the school not to wear those badges that Malfoy created. A part of Harry feels guilty not telling Cedric about the dragons, but this is a competition. Even though he never wanted to be here, he doesn't plan on losing now that he is in it. Cedric is as much competition as Fleur and Viktor.

All four champions look up as two men enter into the tent. Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch enter the tent. A wide smile is on Ludo's face. "Hello! I know you must all be ready to start the First Task! Now, before we explain the details of the First Task, you will all need to reach into this hat and draw an item," smiles Ludo. Mr. Crouch steps forward holding a large bowl hat. "One at a time now." Krum reaches in first drawing a figurine of a red dragon. Fleur draws next pulling out a jade dragon. Cedric pulls out third getting a small silver dragon. Harry reaches in last grabbing a large black dragon. Ludo claps his hands together. "Perfect! I am sure you are all wondering what these figurines mean. Well, in the First Task each champion shall face a dragon."

"Dragon?" gulps Cedric. Viktor even tenses upon hearing about a dragon. Harry pretends to act surprised. Fleur remains calm showing no outward emotion.

"Each figurine represents a different dragon. Champion Diggory will face a Swedish Short Snout, Champion Delacour will face a Common Welsh Green, Champion Krum will face a Chinese Fireball, and Champion Potter will face a Hungarian Horntail!" Ludo smiles excitedly.

Harry runs a hand through his hair. 'According to Master Slytherin, a Hungarian Horntail is the most aggressive dragon in the world. I do have the worse luck.'

Mr. Crouch decides to speed up the process. "The goal will be to retrieve a golden egg that each dragon is guarding. You will be judged upon how quick and efficient you can retrieve the golden egg."

Ludo nods in agreement. "I wish you all luck! When you hear your name being called, it will be your turn. Cedric Diggory, you will be first!"

"Great," mumbles Cedric.

Harry is glad that he didn't have to go first. He leans against the table and begins to focus on his Occulmency. Soon enough, he is calm and relaxed. Master Salazar was right about not having to defeat a dragon. All he has to do is find a way to get past the dragon and retrieve a golden egg. "Helga used the Force to calm a dragon so that it would let us pass unharmed." Could he use the Force to do the same thing?

"My Master told me that there is no try. Do or do not!"

A loud cheer fills the air. Harry, Fleur, and Viktor raise their heads. Ludo Bagman's voice rings out loudly filling the tent. "Mr. Diggory manages to retrieve the Golden Egg, but took a nasty blast to the face. He is going to need to get that checked out! Let us see what the judges though about his performance." A silence fills the air. "A total of 39 points, a good score! Now it is time for our next champion, Fleur Delacour!"

Fleur stands up acting as regal as possible. "Good luck," says Harry. She glances over at him. He gives a small smile and slight nod.

"Thank you," replies Fleur. Turning on her heel, she leaves the tent to face her dragon.

"You did not wish Cedric luck," states Viktor.

Harry shrugs. "I didn't think about it at the time, but I was hoping he would do well." Viktor gains a suspicious look. The two go back to being silent.

Another ten minutes pass until Ludo's voice fills the air. "Amazing! Ms. Delacour managed to use her alluring voice to put the dragon to sleep and retrieve the Golden Egg. A small fire caught her skirt, but I don't think that will hurt her score." Harry and Viktor listen to hear her score. "44 points that puts Ms. Delacour in first place with a 5 point lead. Now for our next Champion, Viktor Krum!" A loud cheer fills the air.

"Good luck," says Harry.

Viktor gives a nod. "You as well." Harry watches as Krum leaves the tent.

"Save the best for last huh? Yeah right," mutters Harry. He waits patiently to hear how Krum does in the First Task. It takes seven minutes this time around before Ludo's voice fills the air. "Mr. Krum manages to retrieve his egg, but in the process several of the real eggs were trampled. It will be interesting to see how this affects his score." Harry wonders as well. No one said that there would be real eggs around the golden egg. "Krum manages to score 43 points putting him in second place! One point behind the leader, Ms. Delacour! Now it is time for our final champion, Harry Potter!"

Taking a deep breath to relax his mind, Harry exits the tent and follows the path towards the Quidditch arena. Screams of terror and surprise fill the air. Those screams are soon followed by a loud roar. The Hungarian Horntail does not sound happy. Harry enters into the modified Quidditch Arena to come face to face with a dragon. He pauses and the first instinct is to turn around and run away. His eyes travel up the huge dragon that towers over him. For the first time in his life, he knows how it feels to be an ant. One step at a time, he walks forward so that he is standing inside the Quidditch Arena for everyone to see him facing the most vicious dragon breed in the world. 'I hate my life,' thinks Harry. Dementors and Voldemort have nothing on this Hungarian Horntail.

"You have the skills to overcome any obstacle. There is no greater ally than the Force!"

Harry calms his mind and stares up at the dragon with no fear. The dragon stares down at him with angry gold eyes. "Ready? The time starts…now!" A loud crack fills the air. The dragon growls in anger and rears back its head. It opens its mouth unleashing a powerful torrent of flames. Harry's eyes widen and he quickly dives out of the way. He turns to see the ground burned black from the flames. "Yeah, it is pissed," mumbles Harry.

A roar fills the air as the Hungarian Horntail maneuvers between Harry and the nest of eggs. Harry listens as it growls again giving a shake of the head causing the collar to rattle. He notices that a long thick chain is connected to the large metal collar. 'It is not angry at me, but is worried I am going to steal its eggs,' thinks Harry.

"Helga could sense that the dragon only wanted to protect its territory. She was able to convey to it that we were not enemies, but merely passing through."

Master Salazar told him that he had potential in empathy like Helga. He can sense the emotions of other living organisms. Using the Force, he reaches out with his mind to sense the dragon's emotions. Suddenly, he can feel the desire to protect and guard. The dragon wants to protect the eggs not fight him. Harry senses the urge to destroy and looks to see the dragon about to breathe more fire. Quickly, he reaches out with the Force focusing on calming the dragon down. A roar comes from the dragon as it senses a foreign presence in its head. It blows fire into the air before glaring straight at Harry. Harry raises his right hand up to help channel the Force at the dragon. 'I don't mean any harm,' he thinks. The dragon snorts giving an intimidating stare. 'I promise, I mean no harm at all. Please listen to me.'

The dragon begins to calm down. It turns to face Harry keep direct eye contact. Harry can feel the dragon calming down. Carefully, he takes a few steps forward. 'I have been given the task of retrieving an egg in your nest.' A roar comes from the dragon as it rises up and bares its teeth. 'It is a fake egg, not a true egg. The egg does not belong.' The dragon gains confusion. 'The egg is golden unlike the others.' He watches as the dragon lifts its tail and takes a look at the eggs. Gold eyes lock onto an equally gold egg that stands out among the other eggs. It is not only a different color, but much smaller than the other eggs. The dragon turns to look back at Harry. 'Once I get the egg, you will be taken back to the dragon reserve along with your eggs. I promise.' A snort comes from the dragon. Harry stands up straight never breaking eye contact. The dragon steps forward and lowers its head. He reaches out rubbing the dragon's snout. 'I am sorry about this.' A mental shrug comes from the dragon as it only cares about the safety of the eggs. The dragon rises back up and moves to the side allowing him passage. Everyone watches in awe as Harry walks over to the nest, grabs the golden egg, and leaves the stadium in silence.

"I…I don't believe my eyes! Harry Potter tamed the dragon with a mere gesture! I have never seen such magic in all my life! He managed to tame the most vicious of dragons, the Hungarian Horntail! This is amazing! I am stunned!" A whisper in the ear causes Ludo to clear his throat. "Right! It is time to see his scores!" All the judges snap from their shock to shoot 10's into the air except the Headmaster of Durmstrang who shoots a 4 into the air. The crowd erupts into boos at the low score. "Harry Potter is tied for first place with Fleur Delacour with 44 points!"

Champion's Tent

Harry enters the tent to find the other three champions staring at him. Cedric is staring at him in awe. Viktor is tense as if afraid that Harry is going to attack him. Fleur gives an unimpressed look. He comes forward standing beside Krum. A second later, Mr. Crouch and Ludo Bagman enter the tent. "A marvelous display by all champions," beams Ludo. "You each displayed great skill to retrieve your eggs. Make sure to keep those eggs safe because they contain a clue about the Second Task. It is up to you to find that clue!"

Mr. Crouch steps forward. "The Second Task will occur the first week in January."

Ludo claps his hands together in excitement. "It is tradition that the school hosting the Tri-wizard Tournament also play host to a Tri-wizard Tournament Yule Ball."

"Ball?" gulps Harry fearing the worse.

"The Yule Ball is an ancient tradition. It is a magnificent ball where the champions are required to show up and dance with their spouses. Many others are invited to dance and dine as well," explains Ludo.

"It will be held the day before Christmas," finishes Mr. Crouch. "Now, it is time for you all to get some rest."

A groan comes from Harry. He rather face down another dragon than dance. Not only that, but he needs to find a date.

Great Hall

Hermione picks up the paper. She begins to read the front page and a frown forms on her face.

Tri-Wizard Tournament; First Task

The First Task of the Tri-wizard Tournament featured a test of bravery and courage that only few could possible succeed at passing. Each champion was forced to face down a vicious dragon. A daring task that would make the greatest of wizards and witches tremble in fear. One by one the champions used various spells and trickery to get past the dragon to retrieve the Golden Egg. I never witnessed such bravery in such young wizards and witches. But even I was caught by surprise when Harry Potter, the official Fourth Champion, managed to tame the most vicious of dragons, the Hungarian Horntail. It first looked like the dragon wanted nothing more to burn Harry Potter to ashes. That was until Harry raised his right hand up and began to calm the dragon using unknown magic. No one knows exactly what happened, but the Hungarian Horntail bowed to the Boy-Who-Lived and even allowed the Boy-Who-Lived to pet its snout. The dragon moved aside to allow Harry Potter to retrieve the Golden Egg. I tried to speak with Harry Potter about the magic he used, but he refused to comment. I am impressed as many at the amazing display. Still, I wonder was the magic he used to calm down the dragon dark magic? It is the same dark magic that he used to get his name spit out of the Goblet of Fire?

Hermione tosses the paper away with a scowl. "Dark magic? That woman writes nothing but garbage!"

"Interesting." Hermione turns to see Harry reading the discarded paper. "I didn't realize I used dark magic," states Harry.

"You used Legilmency didn't you?" whispers Hermione.

Harry looks at her in surprise. "Well, not exactly, but in a way yes."

She gives him a stern look. "That was very dangerous. Legilmency is not considered a dark magic, but it is looked down upon. The Ministry of Magic has banned teaching of Legilmency."

He takes a seat next to her. "There is no way they can prove I used it." Hermione levels him with a glare. "Right, that doesn't stop them from imprisoning people," says Harry knowingly. Sirius pops into his head. The Ministry of Magic is far from perfect. "I'll be more careful, I promise."

"Good," nods Hermione.

Chamber of Secrets

"An impressive feat, but you still have much to learn," says Salazar.

Harry smiles at the praise. "Think you can help me with the egg?" He looks down at the golden egg in his lap. "All it does is release a high pitched scream when I open it."

Salazar gives a dismissive wave. "Do you think I am here to hold your hand? It is your responsibility to find out the clue not mine." Harry rolls his eyes. "I would suggest you find a date before all others are taken."

A nervous smile forms on Harry's face. "I was thinking about asking Hermione."

"Why are you telling me? If you want to do something than do it," states Salazar. "Do not have any regrets." The portrait has a faraway look on his face.

Library

Harry rushes towards the library. An excited smile is on his face. He is going to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball. As he comes around the corner, he spots an interesting sight. Viktor Krum is talking with Hermione. Hermione blushes giving a pretty smile and a nod. Krum smiles in return. A feeling of happiness and excitement is coming from the two. "Hey," waves Harry.

"Harry!" gasps Hermione.

Krum gains a serious look. "Potter."

"Viktor," greets Harry.

"I will be taking my leave," says Krum. He gives one last look at Hermione and starts to walk away.

Harry glances at Krum before looking at Hermione. "What did he want?"

Hermione looks away. "It was nothing." Harry frowns. He is about to reach out to sense her emotions, but stops and draws back his probe. She looks at him curious before a hard look is in her eyes. "Did you just try?"

"No!" says Harry. "I promise."

A mollified expression is on her face. "Good," states Hermione firmly. "How come you are here? I figured you would be skipping classes in wherever you go."

"I came to ask you a question," smiles Harry. He runs a hand through his hair. "Um…I wanted to know if you would be my date for the Yule Ball." Her eyes widen in surprise. He throws up his hands. "I…I just thought it would be fun if we went together…"

"I can't," replies Hermione.

He gains a hurt look. "I see."

She gives an apologetic look. "Well…you see…Viktor already asked me to the Ball."

"Viktor asked you?"

Hermione's eyes narrow in anger. "What is that supposed to mean? I am not good enough for him?!"

"What!? I didn't…"

"Ugh! You can go to hell, Harry Potter!"

Harry watches as Hermione stomps off angrily. He grits his teeth in anger. Damn Krum! Spinning around he punches the wall in anger.

Break

Salazar watches as Harry lifts up two stone snake statues that easily weigh around four hundred pounds each. Harry grits his teeth as he lifts the statues higher. He gets them six feet from the ground before the strain becomes too much. The statue hit the ground cracking but managing to stay in one piece. A groan escapes Harry as he falls to a knee breathing heavily. "Are you going to keep on moping?"

Harry raises his head to glare at Master Salazar. "I am not moping, I am training."

"At this rate you are going to destroy yourself or worse fall to the Dark Side," drawls Salazar. "It has been a month. You need to get over it."

"Shut up!" yells Harry. He raises his hand to use the Force to destroy the portrait. Salazar raises an eyebrow daring him to follow up with the silent threat. A scowl forms on Harry's face. He spins around and throws up the hood on his robes. "I am going for a run."

A shake of the head comes from Salazar. "Foolish child, you are not the only one that suffers from a broken heart."

Hogwarts

Hermione sits alone at the Gryffindor Table. A frown forms on her face as she stares across at an empty seat. It has been an entire month since she spoke with Harry. She ignored him completely the first week, but she regrets doing that. He doesn't even show up in the library for their scheduled study sessions. Only time she ever sees him is when he goes to Transfiguration, but he makes sure to sit in the back as far away from her as possible. In anger she stabs her food. Why should she feel guilty? He is the one that acted like a complete jerk. She had to say no to his request because she already agreed to go to the dance with Krum. It wouldn't be right to tell Krum no after already agreeing. Right?

Harry is her best friend. Does she have feelings for him past a friend? The answer to that question is a no. He is certainly one of the most handsome boys at school with those gorgeous emerald green eyes and the cute way he runs a hand through his hair. However, she sees him more as a brother. She never knew that he looked at her in such a way. It must have hurt him greatly to be rejected. Yeah sure it hurt to hear the disbelief in his voice when she told him Viktor asked her to the dance, but in all honesty, she was in just as much disbelief when Viktor asked her.

'Don't be doing anything stupid Harry,' worries Hermione.

Forbidden Forest

A large log sails through the air crashing upon a tree and breaking in several pieces. Two large stones are lifted from the ground and flung at each other. The two stones hit with such force that a loud explosion fills the air. Harry spins around thrusting his right hand forward. A powerful Force Push shatters the bark on one of the ancient trees in the forest. Surprisingly, the tree manages to stay standing. He falls to his knees panting heavily. A new presence fills his senses and he lifts his head to see a person that he has not seen in a couple years. "What do you want?" scowls Harry. Weakly, he rises to his feet.

"I didn't expect us to meet so soon Harry Potter. I must have misread the stars."

"Yeah, well it seems we are all misreading situations," grumbles Harry. "You still didn't answer my question."

Firenze gains a hint of amusement. "I do not want anything. I merely came to see what the commotion is. I did not expect to find you."

Harry plops down on a log. "Ok, feel free to go now." He waves dismissively.

"I do not want more of my beloved forest to be destroyed so I will attempt to help with your problems," states Firenze. The centaur walks over to Harry. "What is the matter?"

A flat stone rises into the air and a flick of the wrist causes it to fly forward skipping across the water. Harry runs a hand through his hair. "My friend, Hermione, I wanted her to come with me to the Yule Ball, but she turned me down to go with this boy." He scowls in anger.

"Heartbreak is never easy."

"It is not heartbreak, it is betrayal!" Harry clenches his hand into a fist. "Hermione is supposed to be mine!"

Firenze raises an eyebrow. "Is that so? I had no idea you wish to control another person."

"No, I didn't mean it like that," splutters Harry.

"Are you sure?"

Harry lowers his eyes towards the ground. Firenze stares up at the stars above. "Friends are supposed to always be there for each other much like family. Perhaps the one that committed betrayal is you." A silence confronts that comment. "If you are a true friend, you will support her even when she chooses another person to like besides you."

"Yeah…" whispers Harry. Did he like her in that way? Hermione is a very pretty girl with a great smile and a cute face when she is upset. But….he doesn't hold any romantic feelings towards her. She is his best friend. No, she is a sister to him. He was hurt because he thought she was turning on him like the rest of the school and magical world. Truth is, he is the one that turned on her. She has every right to date any boy that she desires as long as it is not Malfoy. And any boy that dares to break her heart will end up with broken legs courtesy of him.

A smirk lights up his face. He stands up. "I guess Master was right, I need to get better control over my emotions," says Harry.

Firenze smiles in amusement. "If you need help, I am always available. I have the feeling you might be able to read the stars as well."

"I don't know about that, but I would love the help in learning better control," smiles Harry. "Thank you."

"It is my pleasure, Harry Potter."

Break

McGonagall sits behind her desk grading over several papers. She removes her glasses to rub her eyes before placing them back on. It gives her a headache that after all these years that sixth and seventh year students still have trouble with using proper grammar. Grammar is taught in grade school and there are even classes offered at Hogwarts. Is it really so hard to have a friend or teacher proof read the work before submitting it in? She fears for the future of politicians should documents be written in such a poor manner. A knock at the door interrupts her thoughts. Professor McGonagall raises her head to find a surprise. "Mr. Potter?"

Harry enters the classroom nervously. "Um, do you have a moment?"

"I am inclined to tell you to leave, but I am curious to why you are here," says McGonagall. "Please, have a seat."

"Thank you." He walks over and takes a seat. She waits patiently for him to speak. Harry gives a small smile. "I wanted to know if you could teach me….how to dance."

"Mr. Potter, there are two weeks until the Yule Ball. I offered several classes over the past two months, none which you found the time to come to. Why should I spend my time teaching you now?" McGonagall gains a stern look. "Not to mention that you have lost many points by skipping classes and disappearing at all sorts of time."

A guilty expression is on his face. "Um, I don't know."

She gives him an annoyed expression. "Do you even have a date to the Yule Ball?"

"No…"

A sigh comes from the witch. She removes her glasses to rub her temples. "Then what is the point in me teaching you to dance?"

"I didn't think that through," smiles Harry. McGonagall's lips twitch almost curving upward into a smile. She fights down the urge to smile, but he caught it. "If I find a date will you teach me?" He clasps his hands together. "You wouldn't want me to look stupid out there. It wouldn't represent Hogwarts or Gryffindor very well."

"Yes because I know how much you wish to represent Hogwarts and Gryffindor," states McGonagall. Harry doesn't need the Force to sense the sarcasm in her words. "Find a date and come back to see me. Now leave, I have papers to grade."

Harry stands up with a grateful smile. "Thank you." McGonagall waves him away. He leaves the room with more apprehension than when he came in. Now he has to find a date.

Library

Hermione is sitting at a table intensely reading a book and making proper corrections to her paper. An object slides across the table coming to a stop above her paper. She looks up to take a look at the book. Her eyes widen upon reading the title and seeing the author. "A book by Helga Hufflepuff!?" gasps Hermione. Her excitement soon dies upon seeing a certain boy at the other end of the table. He gives an apologetic smile as he takes a seat across from her. A huff comes from the girl as she takes the book and puts it in her bag. She goes back to doing her paper.

A paper frog with a top hat hops onto her paper. Annoyance burns in her eyes. The frog looks up at her before standing up on its hind legs. It begins to tap dance. Hermione bites her bottom lip to keep from smiling. She laughs as the frog jumps up kicking its heels together. Giving a smile, the frog takes a bow and explodes leaving behind a fading ink stain on her paper that reads I'm Sorry.

"You were a complete jerk," states Hermione.

"I know."

"I…I don't feel that way about you."

She looks up to see his expression. He surprises her by giving a small smile. "I know. I wasn't upset cause you didn't return my feelings. Honestly, I don't have those feelings either," explains Harry. He gains a guilty expression. "I was upset because I didn't want to share my sister with some other guy."

Hermione smiles, "you never have to worry about me leaving you, brother."

Harry smirks, "I know that now. Please forgive me."

"Of course," smiles Hermione.

"Great, now I need a huge favor. Can you find me a date for the Yule Ball?"

Great Hall

Harry sends Hermione a pleading look. Hermione gives a smirk and urges him forward. He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. He walks towards the Ravenclaw Table. Several students at the Ravenclaw Table are looking at him curiously. To their surprise, he takes a seat across from a girl sitting alone reading a magazine upside down. "Hello, are you Luna Lovegood?"

The girl lowers the magazine to reveal a pretty face. She had pale skin with long waist length dirty blonde hair and pretty silver-grey eyes. Her emotions are all over the place giving him a slight headache and forcing him to subdue his natural talent to sense emotions. "Yes, you are Harry Potter," smiles Luna.

"Yeah," smiles Harry. "Um, I heard that you are a good friend of Ginny."

"Oh yes, I quite enjoy talking to Ginerva."

"Um, ok. Anyway, I was wondering if you had a date to the Yule Ball. If you don't, would you like to go with me?"

Luna gains a more serious expression for a second. She goes back to her dreamy look. "I don't have a date. I think it would be fun, yes I would like to go with you."

Harry gains a relieved look. "Great! I'll pick you up at the Ravenclaw Dorm around 7ish?"

"That would be lovely."

"Alright, I'll see you later."

"Bye Harry," waves Luna. Harry waves as he heads back to the Gryffindor Table.

Chamber of Secrets

"Focus."

Harry concentrates on the stone. He raises his right hand and gains a mental picture of what he wants the Force to do for him. Imagining every detail in his mind, he reaches out with the Force. There is no incantation or wand movement. The stone changes into a four foot long black and green snake. A smile forms on Harry's face as he manages to successfully transfigure the stone into a snake without using a wand or incantation. "There is no limitation when it comes to the Force. All life is connected by the Force," lectures Salazar.

"I think I am beginning to understand," says Harry.

Salazar strokes his goatee. "My young Padawan, I spent my entire life trying to understand the Force. Just when you think you understand the mysteries surrounding the Force, you will realize there is so much more to learn." Harry gives a nod. "I commend you on being able to grasp the basics so quickly, but there is still much more to learn. Now, keep on practicing."

"Yes Master."

A pensive look is on Salazar's face. He must admit that his Padawan has great potential. The child is a natural when it comes to Telekinesis and Transfiguration. Granted, his padawan needs more concentration when it comes to transfiguration, but Salazar knows that in time his padawan will become much more proficient in the art. Master Vaunk told him that the Force-sensitive people of this world had a higher than average midicholorian count than any other world in the Archives. Salazar knows that his own midicholorian count surpassed some of the strongest Force users in the Order. He is sure that if a midicholorian count is taken of Harry Potter it might even surpass his own. The potential in his young padawan is unlimited. Only one thing is preventing Harry from reaching that potential and that is his own beliefs. Harry has still not accepted that there are no limitations when it comes to the Force. Not only that, but he holds onto that silly stick like a crutch. Until he fully embraces the Force, Harry will never reach his full potential.

Yule Ball

Marietta bursts out laughing. Several other girls turn around and start to giggle and laugh. Luna exits the dorm wearing a pale blue dress with many ruffle patterns. It is a unique dress that fits perfectly with Luna's quirky personality. "What are you doing? You are not old enough to go to the Yule Ball," smirks Marietta. "And no way had anyone bothered to ask you as a date."

Luna gives a small smile. "I do have a date."

"Yeah right," laughs Marietta. "Whoever it is they will run away when they see that dress." Laughter erupts from the other girls.

"I like the dress."

Marietta spins around with the other girls. All of them gasp in surprise to see Harry Potter standing behind them. Harry is wearing formal black robes with gold embroidering and the Gryffindor symbol on the back. The girls stare at him with dreamy eyes because he looks very handsome. He brushes past the girls and surprises them all by offering his arm to Luna. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," smiles Luna taking the offered arm.

Harry and Luna leave behind a stunned group of girls.

Yule Ball

"You look very pretty," says Harry.

Luna giggles, "and you are very handsome." A light blush dusts his cheeks. "Thank you for your help back there. It almost felt like having a real friend."

Harry frowns, "Luna we are friends. Well, we are now."

"Really? That is great," smiles Luna. He smirks guiding the girl over to the other champions.

Hermione turns around to see Harry. A wide smile lights up her face. She rushes over to him pulling him into a hug. "You look great," smiles Hermione.

"Not nearly as good as you," smirks Harry. Hermione blushes at the compliment. "This is my date, Luna. Luna this is my best friend, Hermione."

"A pleasure to meet you," curtsies Luna.

"You too," curtsies Hermione. "I am so nervous I am going to mess up out there."

"I took dance lessons with Professor McGonagall for two weeks straight. I better be good or she might kill me," chuckles Harry nervously.

Luna gives a dreamy smile. "I can lead if you like. My father taught me how to dance."

"Gather around!"

Professor McGonagall comes walking forward with her hair let down and wearing nice dress robes that make her look years younger. The couples gather around the usually stern woman. She gives them all a friendly smile. "I will be leading you through the Great Hall. As per tradition, once the music starts, all champions and their dates are required to perform the first dance. You are representing your schools so please try not to do anything embarrassing." A pointed look is sent at Harry. He ducks his head with a sheepish smile. "Now, please follow me."

Harry and Luna are at the end of the line. Professor McGonagall pushes open the doors and leads the way into the Great Hall. It is filled with students and teachers. The four long tables are gone as are the banners of the four houses. There are three banners hanging from the ceiling that represent each school. Tables with various drinks and snacks fill the Great Hall. At the far end where the Head Table used to be is a stage with various witches holding instruments. In front of the stage is a large dance floor.

"Potter is with Loony Lovegood?"

"No way."

"Guess he couldn't find any other date," smirks a certain Slytherin.

"Merlin, Granger is with Krum?!"

"How did she manage to snag him?"

He can sense that beneath her dreamy expression the pain and sadness at hearing people talking about her in such a way. Harry takes her hand giving it a squeeze along with a warm smile. Luna looks up at him. Her sadness and pain disappear as she returns the smile. 'She is an outcast like me,' thinks Harry.

Professor McGonagall reaches the dance floor and steps aside. The band begins to play a slow song. Harry surprises everyone by walking out onto the floor with Luna. Luna smiles happily as she begins to dance with him. "Feel the music and fall into a nice rhythm." Using the Force, he falls into tune with the music and Luna. All others watch in awe as Harry and Luna dance in perfect sync around the dance floor. A smile is on each of their faces. He twirls around Luna with expert skill.

Dumbledore watches the scene with a twinkle in his eyes. McGonagall smiles proudly at the display. She glances at the other champions. "Join them," whispers the woman.

Krum snaps from his daze and offers his hand to Hermione. Hermione smiles as she dances onto the floor with Krum. People don't know what couple to be more surprised with, Harry and Luna or Krum and Hermione. Fleur and Cormac are onto the dance floor next with Cedric and Cho right behind them.

After a few minutes, the music comes to an end. A loud clapping and cheering fills the Great Hall. The champions and their partners all take a bow. Soon enough, a new song starts and other couples gather onto the dance floor.

Yule Ball

Harry tilts his head. "I don't think I have ever heard of those creatures."

"Most people haven't. Since there is no proof that they exist no one tends to believe they are real," says Luna.

"If there is no proof, how do you know they are real?"

Luna smiles in amusement. "Do you need to see everything to believe?" Harry thinks on the matter and his mind immediately goes to the Force. The Force is not a visible entity that can be seen. One merely needs to believe in it to sense and touch it. "I never saw someone calm down a dragon, but that doesn't mean I didn't believe it couldn't be done."

A smirk forms on his face. "Yeah, I guess you are right. I never thought I could do it until I actually believed in myself." Luna giggles as he twirls her around. Harry laughs as he pulls her back into his arms. It has been a long time since he felt this relaxed and carefree. He will have to thank his sister for convincing him to ask out Luna. "Hey Luna, what do you say to studying with me some time? Or coming with me to Hogsmeade? I…uh…I really like spending time with you."

"Hmm, are you asking me out?" smiles Luna.

Harry blushes. "Yes."

She rises up on her toes and gives him a kiss on the lips. "I would love too. I enjoy spending time with you too." He smiles widely. The kiss was soft and gentle. There is a light blush on her cheeks and he feel that she enjoyed kissing him. He can even feel that she wants to do it again. Feeling a bit brave, he leans forward giving her a kiss.

"Mr. Potter and Ms. Lovegood." Harry and Luna turn around to see McGonagall giving them a stern look. The two blush looking away with guilty expressions.

Library

"Someone had a good time at the Yule Ball," teases Hermione.

"I am not the only one," smirks Harry.

A red tint burns Hermione's cheeks. "At least I didn't make out in the middle of the dance floor." Harry turns away with a red blush.

"I think I saw you and Viktor making out in the hallway," says a dreamy voice. Luna takes a seat next to Harry. She gives Harry a kiss on the cheek. He smiles warmly at the girl.

Hermione splutters. "W-what?"

"In the hallway huh?" smirks Harry.

Luna nods with a smile of her own. "Yes, Professor Flitwick caught them too." Hermione ducks her head as her cheeks burn a bright red. Harry bursts out laughing.

A cough comes from Hermione. "Anyway, I found that the Second Task deals with the lake and Merpeople." Harry stops laughing and looks at her curiously asking her silently how she knows that. Luna leans forward also curious. "I caught Krum swimming in the lake a couple days before the Yule Ball. I decided to ask him about it at the Ball. He was reluctant to talk about it, but he revealed to me that the Golden Egg revealed a clue about retrieving a precious item that the champions need to get."

"I did overhear Cho speaking to Marietta about how Cedric was practicing the Bubble-Head Charm," remembers Luna. "It is a charm designed to help one breathe while underwater or in a polluted area."

"Betraying your boyfriend for me? I am touched," smirks Harry.

Hermione rolls her eyes. "Krum is a friend." Harry and Luna share a look. A huff comes from Hermione. She folds her arms across her chest. "The point is, you need to learn that Charm."

He shifts nervously. "I will have to find another way. I told you…"

"Ugh! You are getting ridiculous with refusing to use other magic beside Transfiguration," glares Hermione.

Luna hums lightly. "Can't you transfigure gills on your neck to breathe underwater?"

"Self-transfiguration is very advanced magic and dangerous. One little mishap and Harry might permanently damage his lungs or heart," says Hermione.

"I have one week so we better get to work," says Harry. Luna nods in agreement. Hermione huffs at his stubbornness.

Forbidden Forest

Firenze enters a small clearing to find Harry staring up at the stars. The centaur walks forward coming beside the young wizard. He raises his head and begins to stare at the stars with Harry. A frown forms on Harry's face as he breaks contact with the stars. "I just don't feel anything when I stare at the stars," frowns Harry.

"What are you expecting to see?"

"You said that by reading the stars I can see the future."

"Yes, but are you trying to see into the future or are you trying to see what you want to see?" asks Firenze. Harry gains a curious look. "What are you thinking about as you stare at the stars?"

Harry runs a hand through his hair. He looks at the stars that shine brightly in the sky above. "I am thinking about the Second Task. What will happen? Will I complete it or fail?"

An amused smile forms on Firenze's face. "You are trying to get a literal translation of the future." A nod comes from Harry. "The future is ever changing. There is nothing set in stone. Even the smallest of acts can cause a ripple changing the future. A thousand different scenarios and impossible to determine what will come true."

"But…how are you able to see the future then?"

"I open my mind to all the possibilities. I could see that one day we would meet again, but I did not know when or where. I can see that a battle is coming that will affect the centaurs though I know not when it will occur. Sometimes I see Hagrid entering the woods to hunt. Other times I see simple visions like wizards and witches enjoying a nice time in Hogsmeade." Firenze stares down at Harry. "I am not trying to observe anything specific, but opening my mind to everything."

Harry stares back up at the stars. "So I have to stop thinking about specific things and merely open my mind to anything and everything." Firenze nods. Harry takes a deep breath to clear his mind. He lets down his mental shields and opens his mind up to the future.

Second Task

"Welcome everyone to the Second Task!"

Harry ignores Ludo's voice and begins to look around. A frown forms on his face as he is unable to find Hermione or Luna in the crowd. He reaches out with the Force trying to find the two girls. The two girls are not in the crowd. 'Where are they?' His head swivels around to spot Krum and Fleur on his left. In the past, staring at Krum might make Harry feel a bit self-conscious. Krum is in excellent shape no doubt from being a professional Quidditch player. Cedric is in good shape earning his reputation as one of Hogwarts most handsome boys. Harry doesn't feel any jealous as he looks down at his own developing six-pack. All the physical conditioning and training that Master Salazar put him through is showing. There is not a single ounce of fat on his body. It is tightly packed muscle.

'Wow,' thinks Harry. Fleur looks like a goddess. The one piece swim suit does nothing to hide her great body. It reveals a great deal of cleavage from her impressive breasts and at the same tight hugs tightly to her curves that put grown women to shame. She glances over at him and he looks away so that she doesn't catch him staring. Luna is his girlfriend so he shouldn't be staring at another girl.

"The Champions have 60 minutes to retrieve their hostage! Ready? Begin!"

Harry's eyes widen. 'Hostage?' Luna and Hermione! He watches as the other champions dive into the water leaving him alone on the docks. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a metallic device and places it in his mouth. He dives into the water with a small splash.

"It is one of the many devices that my Master gave to me. This device will allow you to breathe underwater as long as it doesn't get damaged."

The air underwater is clear and fresh. He swims deeper and deeper. No way is he going to fail to find Luna and Hermione. Both are two of the most important people in his lives. Harry reaches out with the Force trying to locate them.

"Help!"

Harry winces as a vision fills his mind. A beautiful girl in a swimsuit is being attacked by a school of creatures. His eyes snap open realizing that he is having a vision of the future. 'I will come for you two in a bit,' promises Harry. He swims in the opposite direction.

Lake

Fleur looks around trying to find any signs of the hostages. The riddle from the golden egg said that something important to her would be taken, but never specified what. There is very little in this world that is important to her. All she can think about is her family. Nothing is more important to her than her mother, father, and little sister. She can't think of anything else that might be important to her, but it doesn't matter because she will find it in this lake to win the Second Task.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Fleur's eyes widen as a small black creature speeds through the water towards her. It sinks its razor sharp teeth into her arm. A muffled cry comes from the girl. She raises her wand firing a jet of hot water that blasts the creature away. Her arm throbs in pain. She looks up to see a school of those black creatures coming at her. Quickly, she launches jets of burning hot water at the creatures making them spread about, but a few of them swipe around slashing her back with their razor sharp claws. Fleur's cries of pain are muffled by the water. Terror fills her eyes as the creatures are about to devour her.

An invisible force blasts the creatures away from Fleur. The creatures swim away in fear. A pair of arms wrap around Fleur. She spins around with scared eyes. "It is ok. Calm down, you are safe," whispers a voice in her head. Fleur relaxes in the strong arms and looks up. Surprise fills her eyes. The one holding her is none other than Harry Potter. One of the other champions saved her life. Harry gives a nod. "Are your injuries bad?"

"How…?"

Harry looks away with a guilty expression. "Sorry, but that is my secret." Fleur becomes even more curious. He floats away and gestures for her to follow him. "Come on, we need to leave this area before they come back." She swims after him.

Lake

Harry and Fleur swim deeper into the lake. The two have been searching for the past thirty minutes without any signs of the hostages. Fleur keeps stealing glances over at Harry. She wants to know how he was able to defeat all those Grindylow and talk to her mentally. Also, what is that strange device in his mouth? So many questions are in her head. He pauses raising his hand. She stops and looks around. Soon enough, a beautiful singing fills their ears. Harry reaches out with the Force and is finally able to sense Luna and Hermione. With determination, he swims ahead. Fleur quickly follows.

The two reach an underwater village filled with merpeople. Fleur draws her wand preparing for a battle. Harry swims through not sparing the merpeople a second glance. He trusts the Force to guide him straight towards the middle of the village. A muffled gasps comes from Fleur as she spots four individuals tied to a large boulder. Her eyes widen upon seeing her little sister. "Gabrielle!" cries Fleur swimming faster.

'One hostage for each champion, but which one do I take?' thinks Harry glancing between Hermione and Luna. Cho Change and a little girl that resembles Fleur are among the four as well. Cedric is dating Cho and Fleur is focused on the little girl. He glances at Hermione who is dating Krum. That means that Luna is his hostage since she is his girlfriend. He struggles to leave Hermione behind. 'If Krum doesn't get her by the time is up, I will come back down to get her. Dumbledore wouldn't place them down here to die.'

Harry uses the Force to undo the seaweed binding Luna and Gabrielle. Fleur gives him a grateful look. The two grab their respective hostages and swim back up to the surface.

Ten minutes before the time limit is up, Harry and Fleur break the water's surface with their hostages. Luna and Gabrielle immediately wake up upon breaking the water's surface. "Harry?" mumbles Luna. He gives a warm smile. "Yeah, you ok?"

Luna wraps her arms around his neck. "Yes," she smiles. "I see you managed to rescue me." He laughs leaning over to give her a gentle kiss, which she is more than happy to return. The two swim back over to the docks.

"Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour manage to rescue their hostage with 10 minutes left! The two champions continue to hold a tie for first place!"

Fleur walks over to Harry. "Zhank you for zaving me." She leans forward giving him a kiss on each cheek and a final one on his lips. Harry blushes red as she walks away with a flirtatious smile.

"Aw, I wanted to be the only one that kissed you," smiles Luna.

"I…I…" he splutters.

A giggle comes from the younger girl. "I don't mind, Fleur is very pretty," smiles Luna. "I have even thought about kissing her."

Harry gets an image of Luna and Fleur kissing. A bright red blush heats his cheeks. "That is…hot." Luna giggles and stands up giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Cedric arrives with 4 minutes to spare!"

Krum ends up coming in last and five minutes over the designated time. Harry stands with Fleur and Cedric with towels wrapped around their bodies. Krum comes to join them with an ashamed look that he came in last place. "Huh? Where is Crouch?" mutters Harry. He looks over to see Percy among the headmasters and Ludo Bagman.

Luna speaks up from behind Harry. "I heard he got sick so Percy Weasley is taking his place."

"If you didn't skip meals, you would have been there for the announcement," sighs Hermione. Harry gives a sheepish smile.

Ludo steps forward with a large smile. "The scores from the judges have come in. Tied for first place are Fleur Delacour and Harry Potter earning a full 50 points! This puts both champions at 94 points a piece!" A loud cheer comes from Beauxbatons and Hogwarts. Harry ignores the Hogwarts students that are suddenly supporting him. "In second place we have Cedric Diggory earning 45 points giving him a total score of 84 points!" An even louder cheer from the Hogwarts students fills the air. "In third place we have Viktor Krum with 40 points giving him a total of 83 points!" It is easy to see that Krum is not happy with his performance.

"The Third Task will be held in three months! The Champions will have that time to prepare for the final challenge!"