Trusting in Harry's Reason

"I will speak with young Harry; I am sure that he can be reasoned with," the Headmaster said as if it were a foregone conclusion. He was hopeful that the boy's natural generosity would come through. He followed the group knowing that he could escape at any time. All he had to do was call Fawkes. The phoenix would come and retrieve him from anywhere. No, Albus Dumbledore was not worried about himself in the least.

"You do that," she scoffed, and they settled in silence as they made their way to the gate. Her mind was going over how she could keep the old man around if he didn't want to be. She knew that flaming bird would rescue him if he were to call. It was frustrating that he could do that and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Not that she thought any charges would stick, still being unable to hold him was nerve-racking.

Harry's POV

The crowd had tried to stop our hero. Many were saying that they had believed in him the entire time. Since he didn't know any of them, he just kept his mouth shut and pushed his way through. He had first stopped to hand the vial to Madam Bones, who thanked him and then continued on her way. He sneered at the old man and Snape and turned and made his way to his final destination. He relaxed once he was surrounded by people he knew. "Mr. Waters, thanks for coming. I'm sure that some of this can be useful," Harry said as he joined his group of friends.

"Yes, there are many things that happened today that will put at least two men behind bars," the lawyer stated as he put his legal pad into his briefcase. He shook the boy's hand. "I must get back to my office and have the team go over my memories. I will let you know if anything develops," he said and then took his leave.

"It was quite useful having him come and bringing in the DMLE," Hermione stated as she watched the man go. She made sure to not look at the prisoners.

"Harry, did you know that you could talk to dragons?" Luna asked, hoping that bringing up the subject would get the screams out of her head. She was one of the ones that buried her face in the nearest chest, which happened to be Neville's.

"Oh, well, no, I didn't know I could do that. Wasn't I talking in English?" he asked with a tilt of his head. He thought it was his magic that made the dragon understand him. Maybe it was a combination of both. He'd have to research on that. He had a niggling feeling that it was something he should remember, but once again that thought drifted to the back of his head. He only hoped the away team found his memories and that they were intact. Who knows what that potion did. He had no idea how it came about that he drank the stuff, but its effects were still worrying.

"No, you were hissing. The only reason we heard it was because you didn't cancel the voice amplifying spell," the bookworm explained as she looked him over to make sure he wasn't hiding any injuries. "When you talk in parseltongue, hissing is all anyone hears. However, from what you told me before, all you hear is English."

"Right, you did tell me that I could do that, but I didn't know it would work on dragons," he stated, thinking over what such a talent could be used for, and not finding much. How conversational were snakes and what could they bring to the table? According to Hermione, the basilisk didn't listen to him when he was running from it. So really, how useful could talking to snakes be? Well, he might be able to get spies to listen to girls talk. They might warn him if one was going to slip him love potions or something. It was something to think about.

"It's probably their snake tongues. I read…" Hermione started.

"It looks like the judges are about to address the crowd," Neville butted in, pointing to the table where Madame Maxime was standing and waving her wand to her throat.

"We 'ave decided zat zere will be no score for 'arry Potter. 'E 'as made it quite clear zat 'e will not participate in zis tournament. Zerefore, we will 'onor 'is request. With the ailment of za imposter we are convinced that M. Potter did not put 'is name in za cup. We ask zat you acknowledge zis as well," she stated as the crowd booed or clapped as they saw fit. She sat and waited for the noise to dissipate.

Ludo Bagman was crying in his hands, no one knew why, but they almost felt sorry for the man.

"Well, now that that is over, let's go to the Shack and make plans for the rest of the year," Harry stated as he stood and helped Luna and Hermione up.

"I thought the Headmaster got rid of the Shrieking Shack," Hermione stated as they took the stairs down.

"No, I just hid it. I'll have to add you the wards, but that should be easy," the dark-haired teen stated. He nodded to Sirius, who was doing his best to blend in with the crowd. The teens left the stadium with sneers and cheers following them. Not that he cared, but it seemed to upset his friends. So, he turned and shouted, "For those of you jeering," and flipped them off, turned again and moved toward the Shack.

"Really, Harry, that was not helpful," the bushy-haired girl reprimanded, while the rest of the group chuckled and giggled.

"It made me feel better," he answered with a shrug.

"So, what's the plan," Fred asked as he moved up to where Harry was walking.

"Don't know. I mean, I know that someone is trying to kill me and I'm pretty sure it is that Dork Idiot. That Crouch guy is one of his minions after all. Now, we need to make sure we're safe. I've been trying to make ward stones and I think I've got them working. I can't test them on myself, since I have a ward tied to my core. So, maybe we can check those out. It would give me some relief to know that you guys are safer," the dark-haired boy answered with a concerned look. This day was just too close for comfort. He was accosted by someone who was supposed to keep him alive.

Oh yeah, after today he really hated the Headbastard, and if he never saw the man again, it would be too soon. He had debated on leaving Hogwarts for good, but then he would be leaving his friends behind, and that was not something he was comfortable with. No, he would wait until the Dork Idiot was dealt with. He was positive that he was powerful enough to take on the… man. He would just have to be more vigilant.

"What about the rest of the school? Aren't they at risk as well? I mean, there has been some twisted events happening in every year you've been here. Not that it's your fault, but many students have been hurt or almost died with all that has gone on," Hermione stated, remembering the many times she was one of the injured.

"Well, we could try and find the ward stone for the school and see if we can make them stronger. But, wouldn't Dumbledore have done that?" the non-champion stated, looking around at all his friends.

"Not if he wanted them to be weaker so that things like your second year happened. Though, I would like to think that he was just being careless and not malicious," Luna said from Harry's side. She believed the Headmaster was just overworked and neglectful. Although it did appear that he did like to keep Harry in the middle of all the turmoil. It was as if he was testing the boy.

"I hope you are right, and that the old man is simply senile," the dark-haired boy stated as he threw his arm around the little blonde's shoulders. As he walked he added his friends to the wards with a thought. They made their way to the Whomping Willow and Harry waved his hand and tree stopped swinging its branches.

"Why are we going this way?" Hermione asked as she ducked under a frozen branch. "Wouldn't it be safer to go out the gate?"

"That's where the crowd is. I thought we'd avoid them," the boy hero explained as he led them to the tunnel, and then the inside of the house.

"Wow, this looks much different than the last time I was here," the bushy-haired witch stated, looking around the room in awe. "It looks like a normal house on the inside."

"That's Winky's doing," Harry said, downplaying his part in repairing the shack.

"Master Harry is calling Winky?" the female elf asked as she popped in.

"No, but now that you are here, can we have some refreshments? Tea and biscuits would be great," the young teen requested kindly.

"Winky can do," she said and popped away. Minutes later there was a tea service on the coffee table.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry," Harry stated as he sat on the couch and reached for a biscuit. Then he remembered that he made a sausage and egg sandwich that morning and pulled it out as well. He was really glad that the TARDIS pocket kept food fresh. He wolfed down the food and grabbed more off the tea tray. "Aren't you guys going to join me?"

"We didn't want our hands bit off for taking food from you," George said with a cocky grin.

"I'm not your brother," was the comeback.

"I wonder where Sirius is?" Neville asked as he grabbed a biscuit.

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