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Bonded chapter 43
🕑 Added 2023-09-21 13:51:22 +0000 UTCChapter 43 -
"Excellent, Harry," Andromeda smiled brightly as she stared over his shoulder while he stirred his potion, after a few more seconds of stirring his hands reached for the area where he had set up his ingredients. He had to admit that potions were far easier when one actually had the time to sort and organise their ingredients before immediately jumping in on making the potion. He took a handful of lily flower leaves and gently dropped them into his sea-green potion before stirring eight times in an anti-clockwise motion while Andromeda stood behind him, waiting patiently and watching him like a hawk. It was much less unpleasant than when Snape did it, mostly because he knew Andromeda was genuinely trying to make sure that Harry could make a decent potion while Snape was clearly waiting and hoping that Harry would make a mistake of some kind so he could pounce on him. Admittedly, it also helped that Andromeda looked and smelled far better than Snape ever could. "And I think you're done now," Andromeda told him, Harry stopped and looked at his potion, seeing that it was now the appropriate shade of forest green required.
"That doesn't look half bad," Harry said, looking up at her for approval. Andromeda stared at his potion for a moment before turning to him and giving him a nod.
"Agreed, I reckon if that had been graded then you would have probably got an 'exceeds expectation' grade," She told him. "Now, what do you think you could have done to make it even better?"
"I think if I had stirred a bit slower on the second stage it would look better and if I had added a bit more wyvern toe-nail powder then it would have been made faster," Harry guessed. "Am I right?"
"You are indeed correct," Andromeda nodded. "Well, I suppose that's all for today. I'll see you tomorrow, Harry."
"Thanks," Harry nodded. "Are you going to be staying to see the tournament selection?"
"Not really," Andromeda shook her head. "It's not really my cup of tea, truth be told. I'd much rather be at home with a warm cup of hot chocolate and a pleasant book."
"Fair enough," Harry said. 'Yes, I'll get you some hot chocolate,' He mentally added to Venom before the alien symbiote could speak.
'Excellent,' Venom replied.
"Well, have fun, enjoy your chocolate and your book," Harry told her before making his way to the exit, once he got outside he ended up nearly bumping into Tonks. "Oh, hi Tonks," Harry smiled. "If you're here to see your mum then she's free now,"
"Swell," Tonks grinned. "How's the potion lessons going?"
"Not bad," Harry shrugged.
"He's a right sight better at it than you are, Nymphadora," Andromeda called in from the still-open door.
"Don't call me that name," Tonks groaned.
"It's your name," Andromeda reminded her.
"That's your fault!" Tonks argued.
"Harry likes it!" Andromeda pointed out.
"Harry's a weird little git!" Tonks shot back before turning to Harry. "No offence," She added quickly and apologetically.
"It's alright," Harry coughed. "I am tempted to be sad about it, but I have just the thing to keep me happy."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Tonks asked curiously, Harry smiled at her before leaning forward and whispering into her ear.
"A normal name, Nymphadora." He grinned before pulling back and quickly walking off. "Have fun!"
"I hate you!"
"No, you don't!"
(.)
"It's rubbish that we can't enter," Ron complained to Harry just before the tournament selection ceremony started.
Many students from all three schools had placed their names in with the hopes of being selected as the next Triwizard champion, though none of the underage students had tried to enter. At least not since Fred and George's failed attempt to get past the age line with an ageing potion, their plan seemed to have worked for all of five seconds before they were booted out of the line with large grey beards. The aurors had descended down on them not even a second later and the two had been brought straight to Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. After a rather lengthy lecture from both teachers and aurors, the two were then finally let go.
Right now, all of the students and teachers are in the great halls. Some additional benches had been placed all around the walls of the hall for the additional students while the Goblet of Fire was placed in the middle of the great hall. Harry along with most of the Gryffindors in his year were sitting at the bench on the right side of the hall. There were several aurors scattered all around the hall, Harry spotted Tonks by the side chamber at the back of the hall.
"I don't know mate, you can wait till you're of age, hopefully, they will have another tournament then," Harry replied, trying to cheer Ron up. The redhead had been upset all day at the fact that he couldn't enter.
"Wait, but we're in our fourth year, if they do it three years from now then I should be in my seventh year," Ron said thoughtfully. "Unless they're a bit late, then it'll start in the year after."
"Well, there's not much you can do about that," Harry shrugged.
"Unless I fail a year and get held back," Ron said in a hopeful voice.
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione blurted out from behind them. "You most certainly will not be failing a year just for a tournament!"
"But Hermione, I could win a thousand galleons!" Ron whined.
"If you get a good job then you can make many thousands!" Hermione argued, glaring at him.
"Good jobs do equal fixed income," Harry added helpfully, causing Ron to send him a betrayed look.
"Exactly," Hermione sniffed. "You could get a nice job working at the Ministry," She told Ron.
"Yeah, I could make a few galleons listening to 'Perfect Percy' prattle on about his pretty cauldron thickness regulations," Ron snorted. Hermione opened her mouth with a retort at the ready and was about to lay into him when Dumbledore walked into the centre of the hall. Every pair of eyes in the hall focused on the elderly headmaster who stood with a pleased smile on his face.
"Greetings everyone," Dumbledore said pleasantly, his voice booming throughout the hall. "I am thankful for the patience that you have all shown today, but now, your wait is finally over. Now, is the time where we decide who will be our next Triwizard champion!" He paused as many around the hall began clapping and allowed them to clap for a moment before he continued speaking. "Very soon, the Goblet of Fire will choose a champion for each school, these champions will then head to the side chamber behind me and when the time comes they will represent their school in three different tasks, and the winner of these tasks will go home with not just a place in the history books, but also a whopping one thousand galleon prize and the Triwizard cup!" He told them earning some very loud cheers. "Quiet down, quiet down," He said gently, gesturing them to be quiet. "It is time for the Goblet of Fire to make its decision." He announced.
Suddenly the flames of the goblet flared a bright red, burping out a small piece of parchment that was a bit charred on the sides. The paper rested in the air for a brief moment before floating down into Dumbledore's outstretched hand. Dumbledore stared at the paper for a moment before looking down at the name that was written on it.
"For Beauxbaton Academy," Dumbledore announced, everyone hanging on his every word. "Fleur Delacour!"
"Blimey!" Ron whispered to Harry, his gaze quickly being pulled towards where the French school was sitting.
At once a large portion of Beauxbaton girls burst into tears due to not being chosen whilst the great majority of the hall - especially the male population - began cheering wildly for the stunning French beauty. Though many girls like Hermione had simply huffed and rolled their eyes. Fleur stood up from her seat gracefully, a small smile on her face, seeming as unsurprised as one could be in this situation as she walked over to Dumbledore, ignoring the eyes gazing at her from all around the hall. She politely took the parchment from him before walking to the side chamber, as she did she took a glance around the hall and spotted Harry who gave her a quick thumbs up. She gave him the briefest of smiles before she turned her focus back to the side chamber and noticed that Tonks was standing at the entrance.
"Wotcher!" Tonks smiled when Fleur approached. "Congrats!" She smiled brightly at Fleur who stared for a moment at the pink-haired auror.
"Thank you," Fleur nodded appreciatively at her before she walked into the chamber.
"Well, that went better than our last meeting," Tonks said to herself, sounding quite pleased.
"And now," Professor Dumbledore continued. "We move on to our next champion," He waited patiently as a second champion's name was spat out of the Goblet of Fire. "And now for the champion that will represent the great school of Durmstrang," Dumbledore took a moment to read the name. "It's none other than Victor Krum!" He announced, earning a monstrous amount of cheers from all three schools, not unexpected given how popular quidditch was in the wizarding world. Though none had cheered louder than Krum's headmaster, Karkaroff, even though Ron had come close.
"Who else would it be?" Ron had laughed as Victor Krum stood up, his face looking as gruff as usual. The surly-faced quidditch champion walked over to Dumbledore and took the parchment from the headmaster with barely a nod.
"We move on to the third and final contestant," Dumbledore said once Krum had left and the cheering had died down.
"Who do you reckon it'll be?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"I'm hoping Angelina to be honest," Harry whispered back, though he was heard by Angelina who was sitting a short distance away.
"Thanks, Harry," Angelina smiled at him.
"You're welcome," Harry smiled back. The Goblet of Fire flared once more before a third name popped out and floated down into Dumbledore's waiting hands.
"The champion of Hogwarts is..." Dumbledore paused dramatically. "Cedric Diggory!" Cheers filled the hall, but none as loud as the cheers that came from Hufflepuff as Cedric Diggory stood up with a bright smile and walked to Dumbledore, happily taking his parchment from him before heading off to the chamber.
"Damn it!" Angelina groaned in a disappointed voice.
"Sorry Angelina," Harry said sincerely. "But look on the bright side, at least you're still better looking than Diggory." He added with a small grin.
"Hmm, yeah, I suppose I do at least have that going on for me," She hummed, trying not to look too bummed out.
"Good luck, good luck to all of our champions! Now that the champions have been chosen, I'd like to inform you of..." Dumbledore trailed off as the Goblet of Fire flared up once more.
"What's going on?" Harry whispered to his friends.
"I don't know," Hermione frowned, staring at the goblet like it was a difficult puzzle. A fourth piece of parchment shot out and floated down towards a stunned Dumbledore who seemed to catch it without realising that he had done so. The old headmaster blinked before reading the parchment, his eyes widening as he did so. Dumbledore mumbled something under his breath before finally looking up.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore said quietly, his voice still easily heard throughout the deathly silent hall. "Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called once more and every pair of eyes all shifted towards Harry.
'What the fuck?!' Venom blurted out in Harry's head.
"That's some bullshit!" Harry protested loudly.
'What the fuck?!' Venom repeated.
"Mr Potter," Dumbledore coughed. "Please, please come and collect your name and then head to the side chamber."
"I didn't enter," Harry said, not moving an inch.
"Harry!" Hermione hissed at him from her seat behind him whilst Ron was glaring at him. "Go!" She said, trying to nudge him out of his seat, but he wasn't budging.
"You go!" Harry hissed back before turning to Dumbledore. "I didn't enter my name, end of story."
"Yeah right," Draco called from across the hall. "You can never pass up a chance to gain attention, can you Potter?"
"Oh, I just know that the guy wearing that much hair gel did not just complain about someone trying to gain attention," Harry replied. "Zip it, Malfoy, nobody's talking to you." He told Draco whose face turned a Weasley shade of red.
"That's quite enough out of both of you," Dumbledore cut in sternly, cutting off Malfoy's response.
"I didn't enter my name into the tournament," Harry told Dumbledore.
"I believe you, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore nodded to him. "Nonetheless, I would still like you to please head to the side chamber so we can discuss this."
"That's some bullshit," Harry muttered under his breath as he stood up and began walking to Dumbledore, feeling a great many judgemental scared directed at him.
'This'll be just like the second year,' Venom told Harry. 'Remember the chamber of secrets rumours?'
'Once again, bullshit.' Harry mentally replied as he took a piece of parchment from Dumbledore.
'Though this isn't like your second year, you've got me now,' Venom reminded him.
'You're right, I do,' Harry mentally grinned.
"Please head to the side chamber, Harry," Dumbledore said, speaking in a quiet voice.
"Give me a moment," Harry told him before speaking out loud to the rest of the hall. "Remember my second year?" He asked out loud. "When all of you thought that I was the heir of Slytherin and that I was going around petrifying people? Remember that?" Nobody responded to him, though many people were whispering amongst themselves.
"Harry," Dumbledore tried to speak but Harry quickly continued.
"You were wrong about me then and you're wrong about me now," Harry told them. "But this isn't like my second year, try to mess with me this time and I'll whoop all your asses!"
"Mr Potter!" Dumbledore said sharply.
"Sir?" Harry asked innocently before walking off towards the chamber.
"Harry, you alright?" Tonks asked him in a concerned voice as soon as he got close enough.
"I've been worse," Harry grunted before walking into the side chamber. 'You know, we haven't used that time turner in a while,' He told Venom.
'I was thinking the exact same thing,' Venom agreed.
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A.N: Hi guys, sorry I haven't posted a full chapter in a while. The reason for that is because I've been very busy, the factory I work at had actually caught fire recently. (No, it wasn't me who did it, even though I wish it was). Long story short I had been quite busy recently, the factory had set up for me and other workers to temporarily take trips to another factory owned by the same company that's about a four-hour drive away. Thankfully the company is paying for the bus and hotel or I'd have likely quit on the spot.
Anyway, enough of that, hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to leave a review.
Comments
Robert
And let the fractures in the Golden Trio begin… finally
Kurozake
Please don't just make him accept being forced into a magical contract. At least one of the aurors should wonder why the Goblet of Fire isn't used to get rid of all known criminals if it can force someone unwilling into a magically binding contract. Just enter a criminal's name and make the Goblet trial something along the lines of "Peacefully turn yourself over to the DMLE (or lose your magic/life for breaking the contract)".
