Hi all! I'm not going to give excuses. I just want to say sorry for the delay.

Disclaimer: Yea… I don't own this...

P.S: If you are not interested in reading my response to a reviewer please skip the first part. Thanks for reading!

As I said in the last chapter a reviewer named "Smutley Do-Wrong" (also known as the guest reviewer PaC) made some interesting points. I'll just give a brief summary of what I PM'd to him. If you want to see his reviews just go and have a glance.

First up I am in NO means an expert in writing and English is not my first language. Also as much as I adhere to plot I deviate from it if I don't like J.K Rowling's source material. I mentioned in my profile (if you want to read it) that I love the universe of HP but not the execution. Also please understand that I'm learning how to write better and by no means perfect.

Moving on, he mentioned this;

"Or wondered if alive, Binns taught much the same as he teaches while dead. When did he die? Before or after Dumbles became headmaster? Or wondered WHY Dumbles didn't 'retire' the ghost, hire a replacement."

He MIGHT be right on this one. Binns might as well have been appointed long before Dumbles was born. However it doesn't state anywhere when Binns was appointed. All that is said in the source material by JK is that Professor Binns had been very old when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff-room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him.

So in conclusion it DOESNT SAY that Binns was appointed before Dumbles. SO I WILL ASSUME (since it's my fic I can choose to assume certain things; i.e. fan fiction.) Binns was hired by Dumbles. He taught before Dumbles, but left teaching for a bit. Then when Dumbles was headmaster Binns returned and Dumbles accepted him. Then one day he died in the staff room but stayed as a ghost and taught the students like that ever since.

Next he said;

"Assume Harry casting corporal patronus while playing Quiditch in front of most of the school, inididn't book 3, didn't happen (Draco on another's shoulders, in "dementor costume").
Besides, a JKR never fixed error, Quiditch commentator Lee Jordan, in book 5, in meet up in Hogshead to organize future DA, says something like, "blimey, you can cast a patronus"."

I admit I haven't stressed on the points where the fic deviates from canon. Part of the reason I didn't go into detail is I ASSUMED that the reader would be smart enough to come to the conclusion; "Oh he mentioned that this is the first time anyone has seen Harry's patronus. Maybe he decided to deviate from the canon." (I would like to point out that as much as I appreciate Pac's reviews his criticism was very harsh and borderline flame. In his PM's that is.)

As I said earlier; "as much as I adhere to plot I deviate from it if I don't like J.K Rowling's source material. I mentioned in my profile (if you want to read it) that I love the universe of HP but not the execution."
In my fic, Harry didn't cast a patronus in front of the whole school. In my opinion it was too early for Harry to cast a patronus in front of Dementers. AGAIN THIS IS MY OPINION. In my fic what happened was Harry tried to cast a patronus getting minimal mist from his wand and he fell from a great height and Dumbles saved him. And also IN MY FIC NO ONE HAS SEEN HARRY ACTUALLY CAST A CORPOREAL PATRONUS up to this point. For those who are curious as to why I made this change, it's because 1. It was too early in his learning curve to produce a patronus. 2. I didn't like it.

Without further ado, I give you chapter 15!

Finding the designated classroom with relative ease, Harry entered the room briskly. Looking around the room he saw a group of people off to a side talking to each other quietly.

'Are those reporters? Great, just what I need more publicity.' He thought to himself. As he made his way towards the other champions, a heavily perfumed reporter grabbed him by his arm, her strength surprising him quite a bit.

"Harry Potter! Rita Skeeter for the Daily Prophet." She breathed out giving him a predatory smile. "Would you kindly answer some questions for me please?" She rushed on trying to tug him away from both the other champions as well as the other reporters/officials.

"Err actually…" was all he got out before she viciously pushed him out of the room. Having had enough of this nonsense Harry put his foot down and resisted finally.

"Look Miss Skeeter I do not want to an interview at the moment." Giving a curt nod he started to walk away.

"OH! Is that how it is. The Boy-who-lived has something to hide from the people. I'm afraid I will have to speculate your actions for my next article." She said immediately her tone dripping with smugness. "I can already see the headline; The Boy-Who-Lied for fame and glory." Pulling out a parchment her quill started to write furiously while she was talking.

'I can't let her slander my name. I already have enough hate within the school. No need to have the entire country hate me.' Making his mind he walked back to the annoying reporter. Promptly taking out his wand he vanished the parchment she was writing on, making sure none of that fiction ever got into the newspaper.

"How dare you! Why I ….." The witch started and before she could continue her tirade Harry cut in.

"LOOK! What I meant was I'm not willing to give an interview NOW. How about this, after this wand weighing find me. I will answer your questions. However you will write only the truth and not the fiction you were about to write." He announced firmly.

She looked positively gleeful. With an almost maniacal glint in her eyes she said breathlessly. "Why would I ever do that? The public loves drama, and the more scandalous the issue is the more they will suck it up." Taking a breath she continued; "It doesn't have to be the truth, it just has to be interesting!"

Harry barely managed to contain his rage. Using the meditative exercises to calm himself down he responded. "You could do that, you could. If you do that this interview will be the first and last you'll have with me. Instead if you agree to write the truth in regards to me, I will agree to give you three exclusive interviews anytime you want in the future. What do you say Ms. Skeeter?" He finished with a smirk, while still trying to not rage at the insufferable woman.

Rita seemed to mull it over, and finally albeit painfully she agreed to his deal. "Fine, five exclusive interviews anytime you want and you got yourself a deal." She spat out.

Keeping his satisfaction to himself he held his hand out. "I have a feeling this will be a fruitful relationship for both of us."

Composing herself she accepted his hand. "Oh I sure hope so." She replied ominously. Easily shrugging off the cryptic response, he walked away saying; "We'll talk about making a formal contract after the wand weighing, until then farewell."

'That was too draining, but at least I won't be seeing any horrendous lies from the prophet. I'm going to say worth.' He thought dryly.

"Ah Harry, I was just about to get you. Ms. Skeeter can be quite vicious, I apologize for not noticing sooner." Dumbledore told him just as he was about to enter the classroom again.

"It's alright headmaster, Ms. Skeeter and I had a small chat reached a mutual agreement." He replied giving the headmaster a nod and a small smile. Taken a bit aback from the curt response Dumbledore's face was worried for a brief second before the usual serene smile came back in full force.

"Quite impressive my boy. Many men has fallen from grace thanks to Ms. Skeeter, I would advise caution when dealing with the likes of her. The headmaster continued in his calm tone. Just before they reached the champions Harry paused and turned to the old man.

"Sir, recently I have had to come to terms with a lot issues and I have a lot of unanswered questions. Can I talk to you about them sometime?" He asked Dumbledore with a hint of respect in his voice. Even though he has his doubts about Dumbledore, he is a great man with a huge well of experience under him.

The headmaster looked at him for a few seconds, and finally nodded with a smile. "My doors are always open for anyone who seek guidance. How about today, after dinner? I would be delighted to have a chat with you."

"That sounds brilliant sir, thank you." Harry answered gratefully.

"Join the other champions, it is time for the wand weighing." Dumbledore ended the conversation.

Standing next to Cedric he gave the other champions a nod in greeting. Krum and Cedric returned the gesture but Fleur chose to ignore him.

'What's her problem?' He mused not too concerned about the French girl's attitude. 'She can think whatever she wants, it wouldn't be the first time I'm underestimated.'

"Hello, and welcome to the traditional wand weighing ceremony." The booming voice of Ludo Bagman cut through. Turning to the front of the classroom he saw that the officials of the tournament has arrived.

"This is a traditional event in the Tri-Wizard Tournament to ensure that the wands of the champions are legal, and they are functioning correctly. The tournament stresses on being impartial and safe thus this check ensures that your wand is up to par with the upcoming challengers." He continued bouncing slightly on his feet.

"After the wand weighing there will be a small press conference where the reporters we gathered will ask you some questions. Now without further ado let me introduce Mr. Garrick Ollivander, arguably the best wandmaker in the world!" He gestured to Mr. Ollivander who was in the back of the group.

The aged wandmaker walked to the front unfazed, taking a good look at everyone. "Da best vandmaker in da vorld is Mykew Gregorovitch." Krum grunted under his breath which for some reason made Harry chuckle which he disguised as a cough. 'Guess Krum isn't a rock after all.' He thought amused.

"Will the champions would take turns and let Mr. Ollivander test your wands please." Dumbledore announced.

"Ladies First, if you would Ms. Delacour." Ollivander held out his hand politely.

Walking forward unintentionally drawing almost every males attention she gave her wand to the old man.

"Hmm..." he said.

He twirled the wand between his long fingers giving it a thorough look and it emitted a number of colorful sparks. Taking a long moment to observe the wand he finally gave a nod of satisfaction.

"Yes," he said quietly, "nine and a half inches . . . inflexible... Rosewood... and containing . . . dear me. . ."

"An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela," said Fleur. "One of my grandmuzzer's."

'So Fleur was part veela, after all.' Thought Harry, making a mental note to tell Neville. Doesn't mean she has the right to belittle me'

"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, I've never used veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands...however, to each his own, and if this suits you." A slight frown of irritation passed across Fleur's perfect visage before it was gone.

Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand again, doing a cursory check of the wand for a final time. "Orchideous!" He intoned and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip.

"Very well, it's in fine working order," said the old wandmaker, scooping up the flowers and handing them to Fleur with her wand.

"Mr. Diggory, you next." Cedric walked forward giving Fleur a bright smile which was returned by the French witch.

Getting bored quickly Harry tuned out Ollivander's excitement for his own creation. Instead he observed everyone else in the room closely.

There was Ludo Bagman, who as usual was extremely happy, almost bouncing on his toes whispering once in a while to a clearly annoyed Karkaroff. Madame Maxine was watching he proceedings with some interest and next to her Dumbledore was looking serene as usual. As if sensing his gaze he turned to Harry and gave a smile.

Next to them there were four people who he assumed to be reporters. One of them had a large camera and was sneaking glances at Fleur frequently. 'Bloke must think he's being discreet about it.' The other three reporters were taking notes of the proceedings. Although it seems Rita Skeeter's quill's adding some extra facts.

"Mr. Krum, if you please." Ollivander's voice brought his attention back to the wand weighing again. Krum walked stiffly towards Ollivander his head held high and scowl permanently on his face.

Without taking much time the wandmaker came to a quick conclusion. "I recognize this wand design, this is a Gregorovitch creation, I'm quite certain. Not my style but he does have a certain preference when he crafts." Ollivander mused more to himself than anyone else.

Hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" he shot at Krum, who nodded. "Rather thicker than one usually sees . . . quite rigid, ten and a quarter inches. Avis!" With a blast a flock of birds flew out of the wand.

"Seems to be in good shape." Mr. Ollivander handed Krum his wand. "Which leaves… Mr. Potter."

Walking forward confidently he gave a nod to the old man and handed over his wand.

"Ahh yes, this is a wand I could never forget. Ever!" Eyes gleaming of nostalgia the wandmaker took a long time to observe the wand. Harry himself was remembering the first time he held his wand. Even though the wand had a connection with Mr. Voldy, he loved his wand dearly. It was a part of him.

"Holly, eleven inches long, and contained a single feather from the tail of a phoenix" He finally said almost reverently startling everyone in the room except Harry.

'The exact words he told me all those years ago' Harry thought an indiscernible feeling engulfing him.

"Mr. Potter this wand is powerful and I feel it has changed since it has left my store all those years ago. I pray you survive this tournament for this wand's tale must not be over here. When in dire need of help turn to this wand Mr. Potter." Ollivander spoke clearly and with purpose.

Goosebumps grew all over Harry and he held his gaze with the old wandmaker for a second longer before nodding determinedly. Suddenly he was aware of everyone else in the room. He had been so absorbed in his conversation, that he completely ignored everything else.

"Lumos." Nodding his head in satisfaction Mr. Ollivander returned the wand to Harry.

"Thank you sir." He said respectfully feeling humbled by the wandmaker's wisdom. This seem to break the trance that everyone else in the room was in. Ignoring the odd looks he was getting he went back to the other champions looking calm as ever.

"Thank you all," said Dumbledore, started Dumbledore standing from his conjured chair. "Now, there will be a brief press conference so I would like to ask the reporters to set it up quickly so the students can return to their classes."

What followed was one of the most annoying experiences of his life. The photographer took a long time to realize Madame Maxime was too big for the frame. Eventually he had the common sense to ask her to sit while everyone else stood around her. Surprisingly Krum, whom Harry would have thought would have been used to this sort of thing, looked distinctly uncomfortable.

The photographer wanting to impress Fleur tried to keep her at the front, but Rita Skeeter kept hurrying forward and dragging Harry into the spotlight.

Finally after separate shots of all the champions, at last it was over. Casting a tempus charm he saw that Potions were almost over. Seeing that he had enough time before dinner he met with the ever annoying Rita Skeeter. Motioning her to a nearby desk he immediately got down to business.

"So, Ms. Skeeter let's do it this way. You give me an oath swearing that you will not slander me or any of my friends, while writing only the truth with regards to me. In return I will swear an oath to answer any of your questions regarding the Tri-Wizard-Tournament as truthfully as I can. What say you?" He fired off without letting her dictate the terms.

"And pray tell why I should accept these requests. I can just write whatever I want and not fear the repercussions as I've been doing all these years." She answered right back looking quite bored.

Thinking hard about how he can get this insufferable woman to not add fuel to the already hot fire he made a spur of the moment decision.

"Ms. Skeeter, do you honestly think I have only one interesting story to tell the world? I'm the boy-who-lived, even if you slander me there will be a time I get to redeem myself. You do not want me as your enemy… Mark my words if you slander me, when I get back to the spotlight I will end you. However if you agree to my terms you will get more content to write plus you'll be the only reporter to ever get an exclusive with me." Unbeknownst to him his eyes grew darker, almost hypnotizing Skeeter.

After thinking it over carefully Rita replied, "I'll agree to it only if you add to your oath that I get at least seven exclusive interviews at any time I desire."

"As long as you give a proper prior notice and not barge in whenever you want for that said interview… Sure I'll give you the seven exclusives you want." He agreed promptly. After going through the wording of the oaths, making sure to swear what they want and only that the deal was finally done.

"So now that that's out of the way let's get to it shall we?"