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Septemeber

Thanks to Sirius, they weren't late this time, by the time they reached the train, they still had twenty minutes left until the train left the station. Harry, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys who were still attending Hogwarts were waiting in front of the train; the train let out a blow of steam from the many safety valves across its body on top.

Tonks had decided to tag along and watch Harry leave since she had never been there before, and she wanted to make it special, especially since the Dursleys weren't around to spoil the fun for Harry,

Everyone in the house knew Harry had a thing going on with both Hermione and Tonks. When asked, Ron said that his best mate can have all the girls he wants as long as they are not Lavender or any of the girls his brothers are dating. Surprisingly, Ginny had no problem with whatever Harry was doing, something that Miss Weasley did not appreciate.

Harry wasn't sure what her problem was, but he knew there was something she didn't like about Tonks hanging out with him. Harry cared little if she thought that Tonks was too old for him or something.

"Hasn't been here for three years now," Tonks said with a hint of nostalgia as she looked around the station, watching the students boarding the train; they noticed new first-years looking all excited to be here; Harry snickered when he noticed a pair of new twins helping one another to board the train.

"Has anything changed since you were last here?" Hermione asked as she looked down at her bag, trying to see if she was missing anything despite already checking once before leaving The Burrow.

"Not much. It's the same train if that's what you were wondering." Tonks teased. Hermione giggled slightly, still not looking away from her bag. Finally, after making sure her dress was there, she closed the bag and turned to face the others.

Ron was busy talking with Lavender, and they couldn't hear what they were saying. Their conversation ended when Lavender kissed Ron on the lips and boarded the train while waving a hand at Ron and the others.

Mister and Miss Weasley were scolding the twins, telling them not to do something stupid while they were at Hogwarts. They weren't told what would happen in Hogwarts this year, but the twins had somehow learned themselves. Hermione had no idea how they did that, but she figured they had their way.

This was the first year that Percy would not be with them; he graduated last year, and he was busy working at the Ministry of Magic or something.

"I remember when I first came here," Sirius said as he looked at the train with a rare glimmer in his eyes. His eyes looked up at the sign above them.

9¾.

"Did you meet my father at the train?" Harry asked curiously, wanting to know if they had known each other before coming to Hogwarts. Sirius smiled slightly before looking back at Harry.

"Well, we first met aboard the train. I was looking for a free compartment, but they all were full. I was busy thinking about what my mom said she would do to me if I was sorted into any other house besides Slytherin. While not realizing that I was holding everyone else behind me; the passageway of this train is quite long, so you can imagine how many were waiting behind me. Do you know what happened, Harry?" Sirius asked with a grin as he leaned closer; he could almost see it happening right in front of him; it felt as if it had happened yesterday, yet, at the same time, it felt like it had happened a lifetime ago.

"Father came behind you, and told you to move." Harry answered logically, with Hermione and Ron nodding along, siding with Harry on this one, but much to their surprise, Sirius shook his head, the sides of his lips going upwards the more he waited to tell them.

"Who was it?" Harry asked eagerly, wondering if Sirus had met Professor Lupin first before meeting his father.

"It was your mother; she almost hit me in the face with her bag before ordering me to 'Move out of the way. Are you warming eggs here?'" Sirius burst out laughing at the expression on their faces, especially Harry's face; he showed both surprise and pride in his eyes; even Tonks cocked an eyebrow; she hadn't expected to hear that, based on what her mother had told her, Miss Poter had been a kind and gentle soul, not someone who would smack someone upside the head for getting in the way.

"Wicked, she sounds cool!" Ron blurted out before nudging Harry, who, right now, really wished he had known them.

"How did you met my dad?" Harry asked after Sirius stopped laughing; the older wizard regained his composure and rested his hands on Harry's shoulder.

"After your mother pushed me and walked past me, she was followed by everyone else who had been waiting for me to move until only one was left. Your dad tapped me on the shoulder. I asked him, 'Aren't you walking through?', but your dad said that I could go ahead since he wanted to make a prank. Thisss—" Sirius raised his index finger abruptly in front of his face while dragging the letter 's' at the end.

"This is the moment we started talking, I asked him what kind of prank he was preparing, and we decided to do it together. After we pranked a bunch of third years from Hufflepuff, your father and I finally decided to find ourselves a compartment. But by this point, you can guess almost all of them were filled with students, eventually we found one with two students, and guess who was inside?"

"Professor Lupin," Harry answered slightly reluctantly, tilting his head to the side. He looked at Tonks, who was standing behind Sirius, almost expecting an answer from her, but she merely shrugged her shoulders.

"No, it was your mother. She was reading a book with-" Sirius pressed his lips into a thin line. It seemed he didn't want to continue before answering with an audible whisper. "With Severus Snape."

Harry's entire mood changes the moment Snape is mentioned. He frowns, and his happiness soured as if someone had just spiked it with lemon.

"Why was he there?" Harry asked incredulously, not understanding why his mother would ever sit anywhere near that man. His words about his father were still fresh in his mind, and last year, near the end of the school year, Snapr had sent the same letter to many families, informing them that Remus Lupin was a werewolf. This forced Dumbledore's hand, and he needed to fire the Professor, and once again, they were left without a Professor of the Dark Arts.

"Believe it or not, Harry. Your mother used to be friends with that snake, but one day he...it's not important." Sirius said with a sudden flash of anger in his eyes, but Harry wanted to know more.

"What happened?" Harry prompted, but his godfather shook his head.

"It's not important, Harry."

"But—" "I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry." Sirius interrupted, kneeling to his level and letting his hands rest on his shoulder.

"What happened is in the past. Severus is hard on everyone who doesn't wear green because we bullied him when we were much younger, and he can't let go of that hate. He's left with nothing in his life, and all he can do is be harsh on students because that's the only thing that gives him any meaning in his life, any kind of pleasure. I don't want you to get angry because of what happened a long time ago; just live your life and be happy. That's the sweetest revenge you can give Severus, letting him know that you achieved something and that, despite how hard he tried, he wasn't able to stop you from showing the entire world how much you are worth. I only wish that when that day comes. I can be there to see a glimpse of that light coming from you." Sirius said with a look of absolute pride in his eyes.

Harry never knew what it meant to talk with his father. Despite spending time with the Weasleys, Mister Weasley had never felt like a father. Harry didn't even know what a father was like, but right now, he was sure Sirius sounded like a father to him. Suddenly, the train whistled loudly, letting them know it was time to come aboard.

"Sirius!" Harry hugged his godfather tightly, his arm around his; his godfather hugged him back before patting him on the back.

"Now, show everyone what you are worth, Harry Potter," Sirius said proudly as they pulled away from one another. Harry's eyes burned, but not out of sadness; he turned to face Nym, who gave him a similar hug, followed by a kiss, much to Miss Weasley's annoyance.

"Don't do that; there are children here." She scolded them, and Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on, mother. It's not like she was sucki—" Hermione closed her mouth with her hand. Ginny grinned wickedly behind her hand as they all boarded the train. Harry turned around to look at Sirius as the train started moving away.

"I hope it doesn't get boring for you, Sirius," Harry shouted while waving his hand; the older wizard laughed with amusement.

"Don't you worry about me, Harry. A certain Bones is keeping me company." Sirius's words grew fainter the further away the train went, but Harry still heard his words; he raised an eyebrow, his glasses almost sliding off his nose.

"Wait, is he talking about Miss Amelia Bones?" Ron blurted out right away from behind Harry, sounding like he couldn't believe it.

"Who knows, maybe the tales that he used to date a different girl every year starting the third year aren't all lies," Harry said airly, not caring much if Sirius was dating Amelia; if anything, that could make things easier in the future.

They walked through the passageway, checking every single compartment. Along the way, they met Susan, who was staying with Hannah. The Hufflepuff girl quickly stood up and walked over to Harry, not allowing him to just walk past their compartment without talking first.

"It's good to see you, Harry. How was summer?" Susan asked with a bright smile. Her crimson hair was beautiful, dropping down her back like a red carpet. She practically threw herself at him, almost knocking over Harry. Thankfully, he quickly grabbed the side of the doorway and held himself as he hugged her back with his unbusy arm.

"Spending time with the Weasleys, and my godfather. What about you? Feeling better, I hope." Harry asked with concern seeping into his voice; if possible, her face turned redder than her hair.

Hermione watched the interaction with amusement, leave it to Harry to make girls blush around him, and all he did was ask her how she was doing. All Hermione knew was that Harry had saved Susan from death eaters that night and it made sense that she wanted to spend time with him.

As Harry and Susan started chatting with one another about the summer and how they spent their time, it became clear they wouldn't stop anytime soon as several students walked past them, some pushing against Harry's back as they walked through. Susan's smile never went away, and Hermione noted the way she would sometimes cross her arms under her bust, just to make her large breasts more in front, to catch Harry's eyes.

"Harry, we found a compartment; it's the number 49th." Ron shouted from across the compartment. This gave Harry an idea as he looked at Hannah over Susan's shoulder, who was reading a book.

"You two can join us," Harry quickly proposed. The blonde girl looked away from her book for the first time since they started their little talk. She looked at Susan, who nodded eagerly. It felt as if there was some kind of unspoken agreement that Harry couldn't understand, but Hermione seemed to understand what was going on when he heard her giggle from behind him.

"What?" He asked, looking at her over his shoulder.

"Nothing," Hermione answered swiftly before giggling once again and trying to cover it with her hand.

Hannah agreed to come with them. Soon enough, they found compartment number 49th, and Harry slid the door open for them to walk inside. He hadn't expected to see Luna, Ginny, and Neville already there. The three of them seemed to be in deep discussion about Wrackspurt, whatever that was. Harry wasn't sure if that was a real creature.

"Oh, Luna, it's good to see you," Hermione greeted the blonde girl as she walked past Harry, who looked away from Neville and turned to face Hermione, who waited for Harry to sit somewhere. Hannah sat beside Ron since it had a place for one more, and on the other side, Harry sat down, with Hermione to his right and Susan to his left near the window.

"Ohh, hi, Hermione. You seem different this year. Much happier, I hope you don't have any Nagrels around you," Luna said dreamily with a smile on her face. Harry snickered when Susan looked at him with expectations and confusion.

"What's a Nagrels?"

"They steal things. They even stole my shoes and my clothes. Luckily, Ginny found them for me." Luna said with the same voice. The Weasley girl looked like she wanted to add something, but one look from Luna made her close her mouth. Harry wondered what the deal was here. He had never heard of Nagrels, and he was sure they weren't the ones who stole her things, but he decided to ask Ginny later about it.

"Harry, what did you want to tell me once we found a compartment?" Ron asked curiously as he leaned away from the seat, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Oh, well, remember how your parents weren't telling you about something that will happen this year at Hogwarts?" Ron nodded immediately.

"It's called the Triwizard Tournament, Ronald. I read about it, and it hadn't been held for one hundred and fifty years." Hermione answered before Harry could. This grabbed the attention of Hannah and Susan as they leaned away from their seats, now fully paying attention.

"Why wasn't it held for so long?" Hannah asked.

"It was deemed too dangerous, and the number of deaths was really high, according to the book I read. It was held once a year between three Magical Schools as a way to know one another, and in hopes of cooperation between schools, but it often led to just more rivalry, rather than cooperation." Hermione explained with her bossy voice.

Hannah hummed thoughtfully before she spoke up. "I might decide to try my luck with this tournament," she said, but her voice made it clear that she was just messing around with them.

"Will you enter Harry?" Ron asked.

"No. I don't see a reason to, all I get is a big pain in my ass for the whole year-ouch" Harry rubbed his head when Hermione flickered his head with her finger.

"Watch your language, Harry Potter." Everyone snickered, especially when Harry smiled smugly.

"Wow, Hermione, you wound me. I thought we had something special, and I thought you liked it when I said dirty wor—" She closed her mouth, but he kept moving his mouth, his words muffled, and everyone laughed at their interaction.

They started talking about Quidditch, but Susan suddenly told them that The Triwizard Tournament wouldn't be the only new thing for Hogwarts this year.

"What do you mean? What else could there be?"

"I don't know," Susan answered truthfully, shrugging her shoulders. "All I know is that my aunt said something about a new kind of competition in Hogwarts this year, and she wasn't talking about Quidditch, and neither for the Triwizard Tournament since she started training me in spells," Susan explained with a small shudder as she rubbed her shoulders; her aunt, while Susan loved her to death, could be quite demanding, and apparently, since the incident at the World Cup, she had decided to increase Susan's training tenfold. While Susan appreciated the training, it left her sore and tired.

"Training in spells! About time. I really hope we get to learn new spells soon. All we know is some disarming spells." Ginny said with a hint of enthusiasm.

"Disarming spells can be dangerous, too, Ginny. Once, I read that a wizard once disarmed a bad wizard and then used Transfiguration to turn him into a bomb or some kind. Before throwing him as a bomb to his buddies, he exploded like a firecracker." Luna chimed in with the same dreamy voice; some looked at her horrified, while Ron looked impressed.

"Bloody hell, perhaps we should try that with Malfoy, throw him to his bodyguards." Ron quickly added with a smile; Harry thought that was a good idea.

"At least Malfoy will be finally useful for something, and while we are at it, throw Professor Snape into the mix," Hermione added with a not-so-innocent smile.

"Exactly," Harry added with a snap of his fingers, smiling proudly at his girl and best friend for coming up with such a clever idea. Hannah peered at them over the top of the book cover she was reading, looking at them, trying to understand if they were really joking.

"Do you three often plan how to kill people?" Susan asked incredulously as she tried to massage her back, but she couldn't quite reach the place.

"Every year, sadly none of them have worked yet, but we are getting better at it." Ron answered humorously, earning a chuckle from Ginny.

Seeing that Susan needed to relax a little, Hermione grew an evil smile; she looked at Harry, who grew tense, knowing this could mean the end for him.

"Susan, if you want, you can let Harry massage your shoulder. It feels like paradise," Hermione said with a dreamy look. Hannah stopped reading and looked at her friend with a look that said, 'This is your chance; don't waste it, girl. '

Harry looked at Hermione with betrayal, waiting for her to explain, but all he got was an innocent smile. Meanwhile, Susan looked at him adorably, the kind of look one could never say 'No' to.

"You can Harry?" She asked, not hiding her excitement.

"Yeah, sure." Harry agreed. If it meant he could help Susan feel more comfortable, he would do it.

Susan almost jumped on her feet, but instead, she turned her back to Harry. Three buttons of her uniform were unbuttoned, showing the beginning of her cleavage.

Harry took a deep breath as he turned around on his seat to face her back; his hands started working on her shoulders. He could feel that she was indeed quite sore in several places, but she was shorter than him, and from the position he was in, he caught small glimpses of her cleavage. While Hermione had a lovely ass, Susan had perhaps the best set of... Bad Harry, he scolded himself for such thoughts as he moved his hands around her shoulder and lower back; suddenly, Susan let out a moan of pleasure; she seemed like she had completely forgotten they had an audience.

Harry suddenly fixes his girlfriend with the hardest glare he can muster, but Hermione keeps the evil smile, not at all bothered by his attempt to intimate her.

"Does it really feel that good?" Ginny asked with a wide grin as Harry kept massaging Susan's upper back before moving to her shoulder, making sure he wouldn't touch her inappropriately. The answer came in the form of another audible moan. Ron and Neville turned bright red and seemed like they wanted to leave the compartment and return later or never.

Susan was enjoying his big, strong hands, but he hadn't touched her anywhere else besides her back and shoulder. Before she could think of forming an answer for Ginny, they all heard the door sliding open. They all quickly spun their heads, and Draco Malfoy sneered, wearing an annoying grin as always. Behind them were his two bodyguards, who were all muscle but no brains.

"Well, look who is here." Draco started, earning a round of laughter from the two idiots behind him before turning to face Harry, who had stood up. "Potter, I'm sure you are quite excited for what will happen in Hogwarts this year. Will you bring your parents along with you? Oh, right..." Draco chortled gleefully. Ron and Hermione stood up right away, their hands on their wands.

"Yes, especially when I heard that your mother will be part of the tournament. Tell me, is she really that old, or maybe having you as her son had tormented the poor woman and caused her to look like a Granny." "Shut it, Potter." Draco snapped, his face turning redder than Ron's hair, his hand reaching for his wand, but Harry made no move towards his own wand as he drew closer, almost daring Malfoy to try and attack him.

"Tell me, do you not have anything else to do with your time, or is bullying and gloating really the only thing you are terrible at? No wonder your father decided to chicken out from suing me last year after I saved your pathetic life from Buckbeak. After all the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Both father and son, equally pathetic." "POTTER!!" Malfoy and the two brick walls behind him raised their wands, but they weren't fast enough to use a single spell as seven wands were aimed at them.

Harry was the only one whose hands weren't on his wand. Draco clenched his jaw tightly before lowering his wand and glaring at Harry, who seemed unbothered.

"You will pay for this, Potter. You will—" "That's where you are wrong, Malfoy." Harry stopped him, his voice lowing to a whisper, only the two of them could hear.

"Your father was able to save himself last time because of his money but trust me. The day will come when everything you hold dear will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you will know the debt is paid." A flash of fear passed through Draco's eyes, and he walked away almost in haste.

Once Harry closed the door, they returned to their seats. "What did you tell, Malfoy?" Ron asked.

"That sooner or later, his family will pay their debt."

Draco seemed to not want to return back, and they all started their conversation where it left off. Harry looked outside the window, and remembered his little moment with Tonks last night.

' Then, his huge erection slapped back against her flat belly with a thick thud. It squirted and fizzed.

"What are you waiting for, Nym?" Harry asked, grinning. "You said you would punish me." Then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed. Tonks tumbled weakly to her knees. She clutched that pulsing member in both hands and locked her lips around the cock head. Small indentions appeared on her creamy cheeks as she sucked Harry's cock. Her mouth closed around his cock, gulping it as if she were a hungry child sucking on an ice cream cone.

"You sweet little baby," Harry hums softly. Tonks gulped and then took his cock deeper into her mouth. She felt it throb and thump, a stick of thick passion. She sucked on it savagely for long minutes when suddenly he began groaning and grunting deep down in her throat. At some point, Tonks didn't have to bob her head up and down anymore.

Harry was pumping his long cock inside her mouth, fucking it. The Wizard raised and lowered his hips faster and faster, slamming the long, hard cock down her throat. Dramatically, her mouth filled with saliva as Tonks struggled to swallow.

"You are the perfect cock sucker, Tonks!" Harry grunted as Tonks looked up at him as she sucked his cock; she loved it when he dominated her and called her names.

"Yes, like that, Slut!" She began pumping her hands on the stalk of his thick cock as she gulped and sucked on the shaft even more eagerly, making it clear that she loved the way he called her.

"If this is the punishment I get every time, then I should learn to break the rules more often!" Harry grunted as his cock pulsed intensely.

Suddenly, his veiny cock swelled inside her mouth, and the back of her throat was scorched by a thick creamy shoot of Harry's cum. Tonks moaned when she could feel his cock expanding, another shoot of come splashing inside her mouth. As more salty cream spewed from his cock she quickly swallowed to keep herself from gagging. It sort of burned her throat as it went down.

"Oh, Nym!!" Harry grinned. He was breathing hard, and his eyes were closed. When he opened them, he looked at her and smiled. "Good job! Nym!" Tonks felt another shoot of hot cream flood her mouth. Unfortunately, she couldn't hold it all. In a blink, big, thick streams of white cream cascaded down her sweet chin.

"Nym, you really know how to suck cock." Harry mumbled as his cock continued to throb in Tonks's hand. Tonks, surprised, had to pull back. "Mmmmfff!" She opened her mouth to prevent choking on the fountain of creamy spilling down her throat. As he pulled out his throbbing cock, a big stream of come poured from Tonks's mouth and spilled to the floor.

"Harry. Have ever I told you that your cum is delicious?" Nym asked teasingly, as she used her fingers to clean the semen left on her body before licking every last bit off her fingers until she cleaned herself fully.

"I think I heard you mentioning a few times, yeah," Harry said with a cheeky grin, reaching down and touching her chin, but her eyes were fixated on his cock, which still needed to be cleaned. She elongated her tongue and wrapped it around his cock in circles; Harry hissed from the new pleasure.'

Later

Within an hour, Harry found himself back at Hogwarts. The joy he felt was visible on his face; despite seeing this place so many times, he always wanted to look around whenever he entered any beautiful room of this castle. Once they walked into the Common Hall. Hermione seemed to know his thoughts as she nudged his shoulder playfully.

"Potter, you are distracted once again, five points from Gryffindor," Hermione said sternly, trying to sound like a strict Professor; she almost reminded Harry of McGonagall.

"You are heartless, Professor Granger." Harry played along as they walked past the tables and reached their seats. She giggled cutely, already imagining herself teaching. Hermione sat beside him, with Lavender shamelessly sitting on Ron's lap; the two shared a kiss, much to the disgust of the first years and a few second years. When McGonagall cleared her throat, everyone turned to face her.

"When the hat announces your house, you will go sit at the appropriate table." Professor McGonagall states to the quivering first years in front of her.

Luna Lovegood spots Harry across the crowded tables and waves wildly towards him. He waves back at her with a wide smile.

After the last student is called, Professor Dumbledore stands to his feet. He smiles around at the students, arms spread wide in welcome. "I only have two words to say to you." He tells them. "Tuck in!"

"Oh great, food. About time.." Harry grumbles right before the empty dishes in front of them magically fill before their eyes.

"My oh my." Nearly Headless beams as he surveys the table.

"The house-elves have surely outdone themselves this evening." Hermione instantly knocks over her golden goblet in horror.

"There are house elves here?" She asks, staring up at Nearly Headless Nick.

"Here at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, with most certainty." Nick says, looking surprised at her reaction. "Over a hundred. You didn't know Hogwarts had elves?"

"I've never seen one!" She exclaims. Nearly Headless Nick explains how they hardly ever leave the kitchen, most of the time only coming out during the night to clean or see the fires.

"But they get paid, right?" She asks like she's desperate for the right answer. "They get holidays, don't they? And sick leave, pensions and-"

"Oh, come off it, Hermione." Ron says as he takes a sip of juice. "Those elves don't want those things. Not at all." Hermione looks down at her plate and pushes it away from her, confusing Harry yet again.

"Oh, come on, Er-my-knee," Ron says, his mouth full of pudding that sprays into Harry's face. "Oh, sowee 'arry."

"I don't think they would appreciate it if you starved yourself." Harry points out. "Their feelings might get hurt."

"Slave labor." Hermione growls as she breathes through her nose. "That's what made this dinner. Slave labor."

"I mean...is it really if they refuse payment and actually don't mind being "slaves," Ron asks as he helps himself to more of the meat in front of him.

"Doesn't this just make you sick to the stomach?"

"Hell no." Ron replies dryly. "A man's still gotta eat." He looks her straight in the eyes as he puts a piece of steak in his mouth. "And eat I shall."

"Hermione," Harry called her; knowing she was in turmoil right now, she turned her head to face him. "You are not helping anyone by starving yourself, and Ron's right. If you don't eat it, they might think you did not because you didn't like it, and tomorrow. We can talk together and learn more about this, come on. I don't want to see you starve." Harry said with a pleading look. Hermione let out a sigh through her nose before reluctantly bringing the plate back to her. Ron seemed relieved that Hermione decided to eat again as Dumbledore started his speech.

"Now, that some of our baser needs have been met." Dumbledore says as he stands to his feet once again. "I wish to once again welcome all of you to another year at Hogwarts."

The doors to the great hall swing open at the end of Dumbledore's words, and a grisly-looking wizard with an eye patch and a peg leg saunters into the room. Harry's eyes widened as he remembered seeing him when he first met Tonks when Sirius had escaped Azkaban; even Sirius talked about him occasionally.

The fake eye immediately gives it away.

"Whose that?" one first-year asks.

"Alastor Moody." Harry answers, watching the older man look around with his prosthetic eye, staring at him for a few seconds longer.

"My dad told me that he caught more death eaters than anyone else in the last war with he-who-must-not-be-named. He was the best auror by far at the time." Harry nods in thought as he watches the ex-auror stomp up to the staff table before he gruffly sits down and takes a sip from a flask.

"As I was saying," Dumbledore finally continues. "I have a few announcements to make for the coming term. First, we are pleased to have retired auror Alastor Moody taking over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor." After a polite amount of applause, he continues.

Some started betting with one another the moment they learned Moody was the new Professor of the Dark Arts.

"What are they doing?" Hermione asked in disbelief as she saw the twin Weasley brothers placing bets.

"Oh, they are betting whenever or not Moody will die or leave the position of the Dark Arts by the end of this year." Ron explained as they saw Seamus giving money to the twins.

"Why?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"Well, it makes sense." Ron started. "Harry killed Professor Quirrell in the first year." Harry rolled his eyes when many looked at him with strange looks. "Lockhart was a worm wearing fancy clothes. Professor Lupin, you know what happened. So far, a new Dark Arts Professor every year. Personally I bet that Moody will somehow die by the end of this year." Ron said with a light chuckle , with Hermione shaking her head, not at all amused like him and Harry, who found this a little funny.

"You are unbelivable, Ronald." Hermione blew out air from her nose in frustration as Dumbledore continued with his speech.

"Once again the Forbidden Forest remains out of bounds to all students. Additionally, Mr. Filch wishes to remind students that there is to be no practicing of magic in the hallways. Also, a list of banned items may be found on the door to his office." Everyone began to chatter, thinking Dumbledore's announcements had come to an end when a loud clap regained their attention.

"Finally, due to extenuating circumstances, the Quidditch Cup and house cup for the term have been suspended." Shouts of protest echo throughout the hall.

Dumbledore's eyes are on full twinkle. "The circumstances requiring the suspension of Hogwarts' typical schedule is due to a long held tradition that had fallen out of practice and its resumption this year. A tournament is being held at the castle this year with the two other large magical schools of Europe. The Tri-Wizard tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year, as student delegations from Beauxbatons School of Magic, and from The Durmstrang Institute for the practice of magical arts."

"You're joking!!!" Fred exclaims from his seat. Nearly everyone laughs as Dumbledore waits for the chatter to dissipate.

"No, I am not joking, Mr. Weasley. Although...now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll , a hag and a leprechaun who-"

"I seriously wonder if Dumbledore has ADD..."

Mcgonagall convinces Albus that now is not the time as he clears his throat to continue his previous statement. Dumbledore goes on to talk about when the tournament was first formed, how often it took place, and how it ended because of the high death toll.

"Death toll?" Neville, who also didn't bother to get a haircut, squeals as he hits under the table.

"Worry not," Dumbledore assures. We have worked extremely hard over the summer to ensure that no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger." Harry scoffs at such words.

"We are in danger even during a 'normal' school year, and he expects us to belive the Champions will be safe in a touney designed to kill them. Something tells me that's a load of bull-shit."

Dumbledore then tells the students that the students from the other two schools will arrive in October, and an impartial judge will select the three champions on Halloween. Harry's mind goes to Fleur. He couldn't wait to see her again, and he was hoping she had received his letter. Did she like his gift? Harry didn't know, but Hermione had told him several times that she would love his gift.

Furthermore, much to the disappointment of younger students, only students who are 17 years old or older can enter their names.

"Boooo..." Ron whimpers in disappointment at the notion of him being a champion gone in a matter of seconds.

"What I would give to be a champion."

Harry smiles wryly. "Oh, sounds like it should be heaps of fun. With my luck, something or someone will force me into the tournament."

Hermione shakes her head. "Not likely Harry. Unless your older then I think you are, you don't have nothing to worry about."

"Really?" Harry asks with widened eyes. Hermione nods in confirmation as Ron lets out a sigh of relief.

"Yep, so that should mean no death-defying stunts for you, Harry. For ANY of us." Ron continued, they all thought Dumbledore's speech was over, but he cleared his throat once again.

"Now, I don't want everyone else this year to feel left out, so for the first time since it was closed nineteen years ago. Dueling Club will be opened once again here at Hogwarts." Instead of applause, many looked confused, wondering what this meant.

"Now, the Dueling Club has been held by every other school around Europe for centuries. It's a good way to sharpen your skills and get to know new people and friends. The Dueling Club will be held this year in Hogwarts and, hopefully, even in the following years, as it used to be held nineteen years ago before it was closed. Professor Filius will be the one who will organize this event." The Professor puffed his chest with pride, and McGonagall smiled at him.

"Those who want to have a chance to join this club and prove themselves, leave a request to Professor Filius, write your full name and House, and give your request personally to the Professor; someone else doing it for you will not be accepted. Those that manage to reach Top 3 this year, will have the right to be part of the Dueling Tournament held in London even if you are not officially a Wizard and haven't completed yet the seven years at Hogwarts. Everyone who wants to test their skills, and get to know new people, and make friends. You have this new opportunity." The Entire Hall, including the Slytherins, exploded in applause, and Harry found himself more eager for this than the Triwizard Tournament.

It's a perfect opportunity to get even better with his Holy Magic and show everyone his worth.

NOTE: The Tasks of the Triwizard Tournament will be different in this story than they are in Cannon. It would be a little boring if they were the same, and I believe I have come up with exciting new Tasks, but let's not do Spoilers for now.

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