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Category: Post-HBP Characters:All Genres: Action/Adventure, General, Romance Warnings: Death, Mild Language, Mild Sexual Situations, Violence Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 268 Summary: After the horcrux hunt implodes leaving most of those Harry loves dead, he starts a new life with a few fellow survivors far away from wizarding Britain. But the discovery of an ancient ritual that promises to send a single memory back in time sparks hope that maybe things can change. Dark ending to DH followed by a tweaked retelling of GoF through DH. Harry/Ginny. Friday updates. Original Timeline Voldemort's Victory - Chapter 1-5 (Feel free to skip if you don't like major character deaths) Tenochtitlán - Chapter 6-9 New Timeline Harry's 4th Year - Chapter 10-28 Harry's 5th Year - Chapter 29-68 Harry's 6th Year - Chapter 69-Current Hitcount: Story Total: 282550; Chapter Total: 562 Awards: View Trophy Room |
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Harry's respect for those who called Slytherin home had certainly grown substantially over the last few years. He witnessed many green-clad students work hard during Defense Club, putting in the effort required to become stronger and more adept at protecting themselves and others. He'd seen firsthand how Blaise, Daphne, Theo, and Claudia had considered how best to take care of the students they influenced when considering how best to respond to the offer to include a Slytherin as a club leader. He'd spent hours planning lessons and coming up with activities alongside Blaise, getting to know him on a more personal level. Harry even grew a begrudging respect for Professor Snape through Occlumency, Advanced Defense, and the hunt for horcruxes. Still, there was something incredibly gratifying about trading barbs and spellfire with Draco Malfoy. "No one to hide behind this time!" called the Slytherin as he shot another stunner at Harry. "Scared, Potter?" Harry's only response was a loud laugh as his shield deflected the incoming jet of light. Not that Harry would admit it aloud, but Draco wasn't a pushover when it came to dueling. Sure, he talked as if he was the most dangerous wizard other than Voldemort, but Draco had spent time and effort honing his technique. Harry returned fire with a pair of low-level jinxes that forced his opponent to retreat slightly, edging nearer to the outer perimeter. A ring out wouldn't be as satisfying as leaving Malfoy in an unconscious heap on the floor, but Harry was more interested in securing the win than doing so in style. With a flick of his wrist, Draco cast a nonverbal spell that caught Harry off guard. He dodged left as the cutting curse sliced through his robe, leaving a thin red cut across his right forearm. The stinging pain caused Harry to loosen his grip on his wand for a split second. Forgoing silent casting, Draco cried, "Accio wand!" Without a moment to spare, Harry turned his back to his attacker to shield his wand with his body. He felt the tug of the wood as slipped from within his fingers and pressed against his chest. In one fluid motion, he dropped his right hand and snagged his wand with his left, turning back around to face Malfoy. With the element of surprise gone, Draco gave up the summoning spell as his look of concentration transformed into a sneer. "Too injured to fight, Potter? Why don't you just-" "STUPEFY!" To Draco's credit, he managed to conjure a shield before the stunner covered the distance between them. Unfortunately for the Slytherin, the shield shattered as Harry's spell burst forward, connecting with the shocked boy's chest. Only after Draco's unconscious body collapsed onto the floor of the Great Hall did Harry hear the cheers of those watching the duel. "Mr. Potter advances to the second round to face Miss Patil," announced Professor Flamel, her raspy voice not betraying any emotion. Even so, Harry thought he detected pride in his Defense professor's eyes. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, please see Madam Pomfrey." A relieved sigh escaped Harry as he looked down at the trickle of blood running down his right arm. He hoped to avoid a lengthy diatribe from the Hospital Wing's matron as he made his way toward her table, but prepared himself for her displeasure. He plopped down into one of the chairs as he awaited Madam Pomfrey's return from the ring, where she was reviving his fallen opponent. The sound of two lips colliding with his ear for a loud SMACK startled Harry, causing him to jump and Ginny to laugh. "For someone who did such a good job anticipating and evading danger in the ring, you sure didn't see that coming!" "No kidding!" chuckled Harry, wiping his ear on his shoulder. "How'd I do?" "Not too shabby at all! I wasn't the only one who gasped when he got you with that cutting curse, but that stunner to end it?" She lifted her hands and gazed upward, as if into a bright light, and took on a reverential tone. "A thing of beauty!" "Well, here comes someone who might disagree." Malfoy scowled as he walked alongside Madam Pomfrey, doing his utmost to mask a slight limp Harry had caused early in their match. Harry and Ginny watched him warily as he and Pomfrey approached. "I swear, I should just go back to St. Mungos instead of putting up with this," she muttered in frustration as she indicated a seat at the other end of the table for Draco. He said nothing but refused to sit down. "At least there you don't have to be present for whatever asinine events created the injuries. Mr. Potter! Is it just the cut or is there anything else the matter with you?" "Just the cut, Madam Pomfrey," he replied dutifully, but loud enough so that Draco could hear. "Other than that, I'm fine. And it's not even that deep, see?" She grasped his wrist and pulled his forearm up where she could see it better, causing Harry to wince slightly. "And that answer is precisely why I cannot trust you to self-diagnose. Hold still, this will only take a minute." She waved her wand back and forth over the wound, which began knitting itself back together. The feeling wasn't exactly painful, but it was definitely unpleasant. "There! It should be as good as new by the morning. Just give it rest and don't over-exert yourself." Harry opened and clinched his fist several times in quick succession. It was a little bit stiff but certainly worked well enough to use in his next duels. A dull yellow light flashed through the air in the nearest dueling ring, followed by the sound of retching. A chorus of disgusted groans arose from the crowd surrounding the ring. Professor McGonagall's voice rang out over the murmuring. "Poppy! Could we have your assistance, please?" The matron did not look particularly pleased to be summoned away from her charges, but dutifully swept through the crowd. As the bodies moved aside for her, Harry could see Crabbe standing proudly over Zacharias Smith, who was on all fours and vomiting onto the floor of the Great Hall. It was not lost on Harry that Zacharias was kneeling approximately where he and Ginny usually sat for their meals. "Don't let this sorry excuse for a tournament go to your head, Potter," spat a scowling Malfoy. "In a real duel, you'd never stand a chance." "Oh, you think so?" replied Ginny incredulously. "From what I saw, Harry just wiped the floor with your sorry arse!" "Only a fool would use their best spells in a fight that means nothing," shot back Malfoy. "Enjoy your idiotic tournament, but know that things will go differently when I'm casting Unforgivables!" "Didn't stop me from taking down your pathetic father, did it?" retorted Harry, his wand at the ready. "Have you been visiting him in prison to get dueling tips? That'd explain why you're so bad with a wand…" "Leave my father out of this!" hissed Draco, as if he'd been hit with a stinging hex. "Ooh, that touched a nerve," laughed Ginny while moving beside Harry with her wand trained on the Slytherin. "We'll see how fast you lose that bravado when Dumbledore isn't around to protect you. Blood traitors like you two and Zabini are going to get what's coming to you. And that'll be sooner than you think!" With that, he stormed away from Madam Pomfrey's table, scurrying down a corridor toward the Slytherin common room. "What a little ray of sunshine," muttered Ginny. "Should we tell Dumbledore about what he said?" "Wouldn't hurt." The headmaster hadn't been present for the beginning of the other events but had made an appearance as the quarter-finals were concluding on the previous three nights and stayed through the final match. The allure of the sixth year tournament had been enough to break the pattern, and Professor Dumbledore could be seen applauding politely after the match between Seamus and Pansy Parkinson. "We ought to warn Blaise that Malfoy's running his mouth about him, too." Blaise appreciated the heads up but reported that Draco had been growing bolder and more belligerent lately. Harry and Ginny exchanged significant looks, but neither said anything about the argument they'd overheard between Blaise's roommate and Head of House. The sentiment of the crowd was overwhelmingly on Neville's side when he took on Crabbe in the second round. The duel was far more evenly matched than Harry would have preferred, but Neville was able to scrape by with a second round win after a clever tripping jinx allowed him to banish his larger opponent out of the ring. Unfortunately for Neville, his victory meant he would face Hermione in the third round after she made quick work of Terry Boot. Dean dispatched Millicent to set up a match against Blaise, who'd flattened a Hufflepuff named Megan after a much tougher duel in the first round against Parvati. Though Dean competed admirably, Blaise was just too skilled. The Slytherin parried and dodged expertly, waiting for Dean to overextend before punishing his opponent's mistakes. He was joined in the semi-finals by Hermione, who looked a little sheepish after ousting Neville easily. Still, Neville seemed proud to have made it as far as he had. On the other side of the bracket, Ron took care of Ernie without too much difficulty and appeared to relish sending Goyle packing in the second round. He faced off against Susan in the first match of the quarter-finals, after she scored a close win over Seamus in the second round. She had him on the defensive early, but Ron was able to regain the advantage by maneuvering the fight around so that Susan was forced to stay active and mobile. When her stamina waivered from dashing back and forth to avoid his counters, he took a chance by pressing the advantage and was able to slip a stunner past her defenses. Padma was Harry's second round opponent, and she put up more of a fight than expected. Harry had seen her excel in situations in which she could team up with others (especially Parvati), but she rarely dueled in isolation. He thought that meant she wasn't as adept at solely relying on her own prowess, but a powerful spell that nearly pierced his shield disabused him of that notion. He'd been forced to play more defensively against her unexpected aggression, only managing to score the win with an exceptionally well-aimed expelliarmus. That win set up a quarter-final duel against Daphne after she handily defeated Anthony in the second round. Instead of an aggressive attack, she focused on sound defense and powerful counters. Harry expended more energy than he'd hoped in breaking through her shields and attempting to move her around the ring, narrowly dodging return fire from her wand each time he thought he'd found an opening. After five minutes of back and forth, Harry had gained a strong position near the center of the ring. He cast three repulsos in quick succession, each a little more powerful than the last. Daphne's shield held against the first, fell to the second, and the final one knocked her completely out of the ring. Harry was out of breath by the end of it, but he still darted over to offer her a hand up. Though she was clearly frustrated to be eliminated, the two shook hands sportingly. He got the feeling that he'd lucked into quite the formidable partner for the team event. Few were surprised by the Defense Club leaders making it to the semi-finals, but the prospect of witnessing the four of them duke it out for the top spot had the Great Hall abuzz. As Harry and Ron stepped forward to talk before the match, a bevy of hushed voices began to fill the hall. Students clambered to get a better view of the match, nudging their neighbors out of the way to secure the best vantage point. With both hailing from Gryffindor and being close with the same group of friends, there weren't nearly as many people loudly cheering for one of them or the other at first. The tension was broken when Ginny yelled, "Knock him out, Harry!" followed by Padma calling out for Ron to "Finish what I started!" Both of the boys smirked as the crowd began to take sides, with most of the fifth years supporting Harry from his time leading their Defense Club breakout session and many of the seventh years favoring Ron for the same reason. "What do you think, mate?" asked Ron as he took in the sight. "Give them a little show?" "I think we can manage that," replied Harry. The two of them took their positions on opposite sides of the ring and awaited the signal to start. For his part, Professor Flitwick looked quite excited about the match as he counted down, green sparks erupting from his wand as he cried, "Begin!" It was immediately apparent to all those looking on that this duel would be more advanced than the previous rounds, as both combatants fired spells that screamed across the ring. Quick dodges ensured that the magic harmlessly collided with the outer boundary drawn by Dumbledore, but that didn't stop onlookers from ducking out of the way right before the perimeter absorbed the spell energy. Harry was forced to conjure a shield to deflect a well-aimed spell that was careening straight at his chest. The jet of purple clanged against Harry's shield and Harry had to concentrate to maintain his protection as Ron fired several more low-level hexes at his now-defensive opponent. Harry fired a few spells to try to stem the tide of Ron's aggression, but the red-head was at enough of a distance to dodge the attacks instead of having to use a shield. Another more powerful spell crunched against Harry's shield as he began to sweat. He attempted to fire back, only to see Ron changing tactics. While Harry had been defending against powerful shots to his shield, Ron used three quick jerks of his wand to summon chunks of the stone floor into the air, each the size of a small student desk. With great effort and with the aid of his off-hand, he then pulled a massive rectangular piece of stonework from the ground, which collapsed next to the three and obscured Harry's view of his friend. "Incoming!" shouted Ron from behind the stone between them as he flicked his wand forward, sending the three smaller stones hurtling toward Harry. A quick dodge to the left ensured the first stone missed Harry, but the other two were closing in. He fired a spell that exploded one of them, only for the last one to strike him in the hip and knock him to the ground. The audience let out a collective gasp. Before Harry had time to register how painful the blow had been, a terrible scraping sound began to fill his ears. Ron wasn't powerful enough to throw the huge stonework at Harry, but he was pushing it toward him in a bid to press him straight out of the ring. "Impedimenta!" cried Harry as he scrambled to his feet. The mass of stone slowed but continued to move inexorably toward him. As it approached, Harry tapped his wand to the top of his head and silently cast a spell. He ignored the unsettling feeling of magic pouring down him like syrup dripping down pancakes and instead ran forward. The stone was almost too tall for him to climb, but he was able to clamber up after stowing his wand between his invisible teeth. From the top, Harry stealthily viewed Ron on the other side pushing the stonework forward with his magic, straining against its great weight and the impedimenta that was further slowing it. Ron wiped away the sweat beading on his brow with his sleeve. In the moment Ron's eyes were obscured, Harry leaped down from his vantage point. He landed hard on the ground just a few feet from Ron, who heard Harry's grunt of pain at the last moment. There was a flash of red light as the great stone halted. Ron's wand flew through the air and into Harry's invisible hand as his opponent was knocked to the ground. Ron lifted his eyes to the enchanted ceiling and let out a frustrated swear before conceding. He put out his hand expectantly and felt a tug as his invisible friend pulled him back to his feet. "You nearly had me!" marveled Harry as he dispelled his disillusionment charm and returned Ron's wand. "Nice transfiguration there at the end!" "I was hoping the pawns would soften you up so that my queen could push you out," explained Ron through a good-natured frown. "I couldn't see from behind the big one. Did you dodge them all?" "Dodged the first and blew up the second, but took a nasty hit from the third. I'm going to be walking funny for a week!" "I should've known you'd be able to get over it…" groused Ron with a sigh. "Still, that was a fun match. Well fought, mate!" "Same to you!" replied Harry with a smile. Madam Pomfrey's displeasure with the tournament had not subsided by the time Harry hobbled to her table after the match. Despite his desire to quickly return to the ring to watch Hermione and Blaise's duel, the matron was having none of it. She checked him for broken bones ("It's a small wonder you haven't fractured your hip!") and then handed him a small container of an earthy-smelling ointment to rub on the rapidly expanding bruise. Only once Harry had reapplied a second coat did she begrudgingly allow him to gingerly walk back to the ring where Ginny was watching the proceedings. "How's it going so far?" asked Harry as he sidled up next to his girlfriend. "Evenly matched, at least so far," she replied without looking away from the ring. "Hermione almost pushed him out with a repulso early, but Blaise managed to block it. They're both a little bit more defensive now and- Ooh! Great save, Hermione!" A jinx from Blaise had nearly struck Hermione's ankle, but she'd raised a stone from the floor to absorb the attack at the last moment. Harry wondered if she'd gotten the idea from his duel against Ron. She launched a counter volley that forced Blaise to defend with a shield, limiting his mobility somewhat. Hermione pounced on the opportunity by pressing forward, sending a flurry of jinxes and hexes in his direction. None were powerful enough to break through his shield, but she kept him pinned down while she rapidly approached. As she hurried forward, spell light erupting from her wand in quick succession, Harry saw the opening. Blaise abandoned his shield and dove to his right, slashing his wand sideways in the process. The stone floor where Hermione had just stepped slid to the side, knocking her off balance as she ran. She toppled to the ground and landed hard on her elbow. His cry of "Accio!" rang out in the Great Hall as Blaise scrambled to his feet in time to secure her wand. Though she did not relish losing the match, Hermione looked gratified to have performed well as Blaise helped her to her feet, lifting Blaise's wand arm aloft when Professor Flamel announced the results. Harry and Ginny joined in the enthusiastic applause for both competitors. "Our final match is set," called out Professor Flamel, her voice weary from a long week of teaching and making these kinds of announcements. "Mr. Potter of Gryffindor versus Mr. Zabini of Slytherin. The duel will proceed in a quarter hour's time to give both the chance to recover from their previous matches." ~RLM~ Blaise's face betrayed no emotion as he sauntered to the center of the ring, his hand extended. Harry took his hand much more cordially than usual, attempting to exude confidence in the face of his competition. "Good luck, Potter," whispered Blaise under his breath. "I've been preparing for this rematch ever since our last duel in the chamber." Harry allowed himself to smirk as he quietly replied, "And here I thought you'd been spending your time thinking about a different Gryffindor…" A small chuckle escaped Blaise. "Don't flatter yourself. We both know there's only one Slytherin obsessed with you." "Good luck to you, too, Zabini." "Finalists! Take your starting positions!" called out Professor Flamel, whose ragged voice still exuded more enthusiasm than Harry usually heard from her. He turned his back to Blaise and walked to the far end of the circle, which Dumbledore had expanded for the final duel. It now took up most of the middle of the Great Hall, expanding toward where the head table usually stood in one direction and toward the corridors leading back into the castle in the other. Various students cheered out in support of their favored competitor. Harry heard Colin's exuberant shout supporting his Gryffindor hero and a loud chorus of his quidditch teammates singing a chant that he was fairly sure Ginny had composed. A number of Slytherin students yelled out for Blaise to do them proud. Many of the fourth years Blaise helped lead for Defense Club were on his side, along with a sizable number of students who thought him the more fanciable of the two combatants. Harry caught Hermione's eye as he moved toward his spot. She stood near the edge of the circle, not too far from Ginny and the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team but still close to where Daphne, Claudia, and Theo had formed a small cluster to watch. Her face looked indecisive, as if she wasn't sure what she should do. With a nod of his head toward the Slytherin group, Harry gave her a broad smile. She looked back at him questioningly, almost guiltily. He simply shook his head and rolled his eyes, using a subtle wave to emphasize the message. By the time he'd reached his designated starting spot, she'd taken the hint and begun pressing her way through the crowd to watch the match alongside Daphne and the others. "Competitors, you will commence on my signal," called Professor Flamel. From behind her, Harry could see many of the staff looking on with interest. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Snape were to be expected, along with Madam Pomfrey. She looked unhappy about the entire situation, though Madam Hooch looked positively enthusiastic. Hagrid's huge frame stood behind them, and he gave Harry an encouraging thumbs up when their eyes met. Perenelle's husband, the other Professor Flamel, stood near her and Bill was on her other side. Before he had a chance to notice more staff on the sidelines, she raised her wand aloft as a shower of green sparks bathed the room in its emerald light. Harry darted forward with his wand pointed ahead, firing three hexes in quick succession. He thought Blaise might expect a less frenetic start to the duel, so an all-out attack might catch his opponent off-guard. Sure enough, the Slytherin began with an attempt at a Disillusionment Charm but had to abandon it partway through the process to conjure a shield to deflect the incoming spellfire. Blaise's top half was almost completely invisible, but his legs remained stubbornly translucent as his shield materialized in front of him. With his invisibility plan neutralized for the moment, Blaise countered with a flurry of jinxes aimed toward Harry's left. He overcame his tendency to dodge in that direction and rerouted rightward, firing a decently powered stunner directly at Blaise's shield. It collided with a thunderous boom, but the shield held firm, though it looked significantly weakened. Harry dodged a wordless spell that he didn't have time to identify before a Stinging Hex caught him in the shoulder. He ducked beneath a third jet of light, kneeling as he conjured a shield to serve as protection while Blaise pressed his new advantage. The Slytherin jerked his wand upward and then to the right, causing a small section of stone beneath Harry to shudder. The floor jutted up on one side of Harry's kneeling lower leg and folded over, encasing his calf between the ground and the stone pressing down. The pressure was enough to elicit a sharp cry of pain from Harry, who couldn't pull his leg out from the sandwich of stonework. A cry of "Stupefy!" sounded from Blaise's invisible mouth as he ran forward toward the trapped Harry. Ignoring the pain in his leg, Harry concentrated on bolstering his shield. It held fast against the incoming stunner, which deflected into the ring drawn by Dumbledore. Harry didn't bother watching as startled students darted out of the way, despite the headmaster's line completely protecting them. Another spell careened into Harry's shield. Blaise lined up another shot as the protection began to weaken, but Harry's wand didn't move forward to reinforce it. Instead, he cast a weak "Bombarda!" that exploded the stone surrounding his leg. Shards of the rock pierced his calf, but Harry was free to drop his shield and expertly dodge the oncoming hex that Blaise had just fired. With a twist and pull of his wand, Harry sprinted parallel to Blaise despite his injured leg. Ten feet behind Blaise, a section of stone raised up about knee-high. With a mighty tug of his wand, Harry pulled the stone toward his opponent. The Slytherin's eyes were trained on his target, firing more low-level spells meant to keep Harry moving despite being slowed by injury. The stone collided with the back of Blaise's legs, upending him just as he attempted to fire a powerful stunner. The spell flew up into the enchanted ceiling as Blaise crashed to the ground with a loud thud. Harry changed course, now running right toward the collapsed Slytherin and training his wand at where the invisible boy's torso should be. "Expecto patronum!" A brilliant white falcon emerged from Blaise's wand and flew straight at Harry. The bright bird flapped aggressively in front of his face, obscuring his view and stymieing his approach. Harry rolled right and fired off a quick, "Expelliarmus!" that whizzed through the blank space that Blaise had been occupying a moment before, but the Slytherin had finished his disillusionment while the falcon distracted his opponent. A flash of light alerted Harry to danger from his left, and he managed to conjure a shield just in time to prevent a spell from connecting. Though he had a general idea of where Blaise was from the direction the spell flew, Harry was at a distinct disadvantage from not being able to see his opponent. Blaise had frozen when Harry's shield deflected his last attack, and both competitors stood completely still as they awaited the other's next move. Unwilling to allow Blaise to remain hidden, Harry decided to attempt something he hadn't tried before. With a loud cry of "Aguamenti!" and a wide wave of his wand, Harry sprayed a jet of water from the end of his wand sideways toward the area where Blaise had fired from. As the water flew through the air, Harry concentrated on the Colorvaria spell which he had used on so many occasions when marking the Marauder's Map after searching a room of the castle. With a great splash, the now-red water splattered across the stone floor. Harry didn't have time to consider the fact that it looked unsettlingly like blood as it coated the ground, because it served its purpose well by revealing Blaise crouching stealthily as he attempted to flank Harry's position. Both combatants fired off a series of spells at the other, with Harry's packing slightly more power due to Blaise's use of disillusionment. Harry strafed right to avoid a stunner, his footsteps splashing the red water on the floor. He fired a tripping jinx that barely caught Blaise's ankle, and he dropped to the ground again. "Glacius!" cried Blaise, despite lying on his back. The water beneath Harry froze solid, encasing his feet in a thin layer of ice. He pulled one leg up as a stunner whizzed past his ear, then the other leg burst free. He attempted to find some traction on the slippery ice but found no purchase. "REPULSO!" From his knees, Blaise fired his spell with both hands on his wand. A powerful jet of light pulsed forward at Harry, barreling toward him at a breakneck pace. "PROTEGO!" Harry's shield materialized barely a moment before Blaise's spell connected. The force of the collision forced Harry back, sliding precariously across the slick ice. His momentum carried him back toward the out-of-bounds line as Blaise fired two more banishing spells. They impacted Harry's shield, one after the other. The shield was strong enough to withstand the spells, but Harry was pushed back, back, back, until he slipped off the ice and out of the circle. "Ring out!" called Professor Flamel's raspy voice. "Mr. Zabini is the winner!" A cheer rose up from the students, especially the Slytherin contingent, as Blaise pushed himself up off the ground. He dispelled his disillusionment charm, wiped some of the wetness from his face, and wearily lifted his fist into the air. Harry found himself surrounded by a number of Hufflepuffs, who he'd been ejected from the circle into the midst of. He rolled his shoulder that had been struck by the stinging hex as Owen pushed through the crowd. "What a duel!" he enthused as Harry sat on the stone floor. "That was incredible!" Harry groaned in pain but managed a smile. "Yeah, that was a good one. Think you could help me up? Between my shoulder and this leg, I'm not in the best shape." Before Owen could respond, a strong, dark hand reached down to Harry. Blaise looked as worn out as Harry felt, but he wore a pleased smile. Harry grasped his offered hand as the Slytherin hoisted him to his feet. "Not bad, Potter. Thought you had me a couple of times." "Not too shabby, yourself, Zabini," replied Harry earnestly. "Great call using the ice to help push me out." "I heard you tried something like that against the giants in Hogsmeade. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery." The two gingerly limped back towards where Professor Flamel and the other staff stood, who joined the raucous applause of the students. Despite not coming out on top, Harry couldn't help feeling like the sixth year tournament had been quite the success. |
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