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Harry Potter and the wizarding world	By : zoy_grey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10766 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own nor make profit off of JK Rowling's world of Harry Potter, the characters or the timeline. I do own some of the characters that are of my imagination as well as the plot that I came up with.

Chapter List
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A/N: First of all, sorry I kept you waiting. I wanted to upload two chapters, but unfortunately my exams at the university have started and I got stuck writing somewhere in the middle of chapter 11. So I thought I'll upload just one chapter (better than nothing, I guess ^^'). Oh, and because of the exams, I probably won't be able to update before July :( I hope to make it up to You during summer, though.

Calixandria_420: thanks for nice review ;)

Secondly, I want to assure you Harry will not end up being with a character created by me; he's definitely going to chose someone from JK Rowling's characters. The gay character in this chapter is there simply to make Harry question his sexual orientation ;)

CHAPTER 10
Severus sat in his office, drumming fingers on the table. Before him stood proudly young Malfoy, trying to keep up good appearance, but it was obvious to the potions master that the teen was in pain.
Only a few minutes ago, Moody left his office. Snape had a hard time containing his anger at the ex-auror. He couldn’t believe one of his snakes – Malfoy, out of all of his students, was treated like that. It was outrageous, how a teacher could transfigure a student as a punishment.
Draco stood there feeling as embarrassed as he had never in his entire life; he couldn’t even look his Head of House in the eye. Thankfully, professor Snape hasn’t seen him as a bouncing ferret, but it was still unacceptable for a Malfoy to be treated like that in front of the whole school.
‘Wait till father hears about that,’ thought Draco. ‘Mad-Eye will regret it.’
“Care to explain why did I have, the questionable, pleasure of seeing professor Moody here?” asked sarcastically Snape.
“He transfigured me into a …” the teen started explaining.
“Yes, I know that,” interrupted him the potions master. “I want to know what you have done to deserve it, Mr Malfoy.”
“I only talked with my classmates and expressed my opinion on certain matters,” answered the boy.
Severus could already imagine the situation. He knew Lucius and his son; they were really arrogant at times and such behaviour always provoked others, especially Gryffindors.
“Can’t you let it go for Potter and his friends? At least when others are watching,” asked irritated Snape.
The blond looked stunned and confused. This was the second time he heard that question in the last two weeks. Moreover, he heard that from people he expected it the least. Why was it that all of a sudden everyone seemed to be concerned about Potter?
The older wizard saw the inner fight Draco was having. He understood that the blond and Potter were enemies since their first day in Hogwarts, but Draco needed to learn how to control his emotions; he couldn’t always get what he wanted; not right away at least. Severus was still angrier at Moody for humiliating Malfoy like that, but it was a good opportunity to teach Lucius’ son a lesson.
“I tried to hex the Gryffindor trio only once,” muttered Draco.
“Mr Malfoy, a week of extra potion brewing as a punishment,” nearly hissed the man and added “for getting caught.”
Hearing that, the teen only smirked and thought that he really liked professor Snape; not only was he an amazing potions master but also a true Slytherin.
“You may go back to your common room,” were the last words he heard that day from Severus.
Draco left the potions master’s office and walked down the dungeons, back to his dormitory. He felt so humiliated he didn’t want to see anyone; he needed some time alone to get over what happened.
“Draco!” called Pansy when he entered the common room.
All his classmates were sitting by the fireplace, waiting for him. He saw by their expressions they wanted to ask him louds of questions; and Pansy wished for nothing more than to keep him company and insult Potter and Moody all afternoon.
“Where are you going? Draco?” Pansy kept calling after him.
Sometimes Pansy was really getting on his nerves; now was one of those times. The truth was, not only his pride was wounded; when Moody bounced him like a ball, he hurt him pretty badly.
“Are you alright, Draco?” the girl ran after him and hugged his arm tightly.
“Of course I’m alright,” the teen didn’t want to admit to anyone he was hurt; being changed into a ferret was enough humiliation for one day. “Later Pansy.”
He walked into his dormitory. The chamber was empty and he could finally lie down and get some rest. He threw himself on his bed and drew the curtains together.
“What the…?” he sat up when he noticed something was hidden under his pillow. It was a small box with a bottle of potion inside. There was also a short message attached to it: Even the strongest wizards need to take a pain killing potion from time to time.

At 30^th October, Harry, Ron and Hermione, accompanied by other Gryffindors gathered after classes to greet their guests from other schools. Though he wasn’t interested in participating in the Triwizard Tournament, like Fred and George, but he was still excited to meet people from other schools and other countries.
Hermione seemed to be sharing his excitement; she was thrilled to know more about subjects and teaching in other schools.
After students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived they all headed to the Great Hall for the welcoming feast. Somehow, the girls from Beauxbatons sat at the Ravenclaw table while the Durmstrang students joined Slytherins.
“Poor Ronniekins,” started Fred.
“Can’t decide who he likes better,” finished George.
“Beauxbatons’ girls,” laughed Fred.
“Or Durmstarng’s Krum,” joined George.
“Shut up,” protested Ron, all red across his face.
It was true; the boy couldn’t decide who he liked better. His favourite Quidditch player, Viktor Krum was there, a few meters away; but on the other side of the hall some really amazing girls smiled to everyone around them. For the first time in his life Ron was enchanted by girls’ looks. Right now, he’d give anything to be in Ravenclaw and to be able to spend time with them.
“Eww, Ron, wipe it off,” said Ginny.
“What?” asked the teen and quickly wiped his face, but he couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
“I mean the drool that comes out when you look at those girls.”
“Very funny,” said offended Ron.
When the Weasleys and Hermione laughed at Ron, Harry took the chance to watch their foreign guests. First he looked at the Beauxbatons’ girls; they were pretty and seemed nice, but just like with Cho, Hermione or Ginny, he didn’t feel anything special. He started to worry about it a bit, since even Ron seemed to be enchanted by them, yet Harry didn’t feel a thing. He glanced at his other classmates and boys from other years; most of them were really impressed by the French.
“Too many lovely ladies there, Harry?” asked smirking Fred. “Difficult to choose eh?”
“Y-yeah,” stuttered Harry.
He looked the other way, at the Slytherin table, where Draco already took care of the students from Durmstrang. They were mostly boys and to his biggest surprise, some of them were good looking.
‘Wait! I can’t be seriously thinking that,’ he scolded himself. ‘Those are blokes, for Merlin’s sakes!’
“Harry, are you alright?” asked worried Hermione, who saw him pale a bit.
“I’m fine, thanks.” Lied Harry.
For the rest of the feast he remained silent. He didn’t quite understand what was going on with him; he seriously paid more attention to the boys than girls. Normally, he’d discuss his problems with either Ron or Hermione, but this was different. Hermione believed he had a crush on Cho Chang and Ron would probably freak out.
When the feast was finally over, all students headed to their dormitories. Harry followed his friends, but he wasn’t paying much attention to anything that was going on around them; his mind was occupied by something else.
“Oh, sorry,” said a voice with a heavy accent.
Harry looked up and saw one of the Durmstrang boys helping Ginny get up. It seemed the teen bumped into her, but was polite enough to apologize.
“It’s alright,” said blushing Ginny; the girl’s face was almost as red as her hair.
Before them, stood a quite tall and well-built, brown haired teen. His English wasn’t very good, but his looks compensated everything.
‘Dear Morgana, what am I thinking!?’ Harry screamed in his head.
“We should go,” he rushed his friends, when he finally started feeling awkward.
“We don’t need to rush, Harry” answered Hermione and smiled shyly at the foreign boy.
“Harry?” asked surprised brown haired teen. “You’re Harry Potter?”
“Yes, I guess I am,” said baffled Harry.
“I’m Antonov, Nicolai Antonov,” he said and followed the rest of Durmstrang students to their quarters. “Nice meeting you.”
Harry stood there disoriented by the situation and watched the newly met boy leave. The same moment the older teen turned around and winked to him.
‘He did not do that just now,’ said Harry not believing what happened.

Harry couldn’t get his mind off of his new discovery – yesterday he actually stared at blokes all evening. It wouldn’t be much of a problem if it remained only his concern; he could think it through and what it meant. The real problem started the next day.
No matter where Harry went Antonov kept following him.
Most students haven’t discovered why he did that; they thought the Durmstrang boy simply liked one of the Gryffindor girls, but Harry knew it wasn’t the case. He remembered how Antonov smiled and winked to him last night.
“Mate, is that Krum with him?” asked excited Ron, when they walked out of DADA lesson and saw the well-known Durmstrang students.
“I think you’re right,” said Harry and looked away from the boy staring at him.
“What do you think they’re doing here? They don’t have any classes with us,” wondered Ron.
A group of fifth and sixth year girls gathered around the foreign boys and asked them million questions, smiling to them as much as possible.
“Alright, now I know what’s going on,” sighed redhead. “They’re here for girls.”
‘Maybe Krum is,’ thought Harry. ‘Wish the other one was too.’
Without a word Ron marched to the growing group of girls where he spotted Ginny and lectured her to keep away from boys. Harry could see by the girl’s expression she was annoyed by her brother’s words.
Harry left the crowd and walked to Gryffindor Tower, to leave his bag. He needed some time to relax and then head to the Great Hall.
That evening the Triwizard Champions were supposed to be announced. When he thought about all the commotion surrounding the Tournament it made him laugh; many students, who were too young to participate, tried to cheat Dumbledore’s age line; even the Weasley twins tried it and failed.
“You’re not going for the announcement of the Champions?” asked a familiar heavy accented voice.
Harry turned around and saw the brown haired boy coming from around the corner.
“What are you doing here? Just a moment ago you were back there, with Krum and the girls.”
“I find you more interesting than them,” answered the older teen and walked closer to Harry. “I’ve never been with someone as famous as you.”
Be it shock, curiosity or sudden surge of courage, but Harry stood there and observed the other teen getting closer. The situation was awkward, but he wasn’t disgusted or afraid.
“I’ve heard a lot about the famous Harry Potter, but no one told me you’re a bent wizard,” smirked the other boy.
“That’s probably because I’m not bent,” retorted Harry.
All of a sudden Harry came to his senses; he realized what the other teen implied and he got worried. He wasn’t gay (or at least he thought so).
“I have to go,” he said and rushed away from the boy.
He lied down on his bed in the Gryffindor Tower. Harry didn’t want to see any of his friends right now; he wouldn’t know how to face them, especially Ron. He wasn’t sure what to think about him liking blokes; not sure if he really liked them or maybe he was simply stunned to see foreigners.
‘Is that even acceptable in the wizarding world to be bent?’ he thought. ‘I’ve never met anyone like that since I found out I am a wizard.’

When the evening had finally come, all the students gathered in the Great Hall.
Everything went as expected. Or at least it did go fine, until the three Triwizard Champions were chosen. Everyone started congratulating and cheering for the three participants when unexpectedly the Goblet of Fire lit up again.
That moment Harry had a really bad feeling. Considering 31^st October was never a very lucky date for him and he could never have a peaceful school year, he thought that this odd behaviour of the Goblet was somehow connected with him, though he didn’t know how.
“Harry Potter!” called out professor Dumbledore and Harry thought this had to be a really bad dream, a nightmare even.
“Harry for Merlin’s sakes, go,” rushed him Hermione. The girl was the only person able to say anything, even though she was as shocked as everyone else.
Finally Harry stood up and on wobbly legs walked towards the Headmaster.
He looked around to find at least one supportive face, but then the realisation struck him; other students were eyeing him; the entire Great Hall was filled with malicious murmurs.
‘They can’t be thinking I’ve done it,’ ran through Harry’s mind. ‘Why would I risk my life for that stupid Tournament?’
Turning back to his friends he saw something he never expected to see; his best friend was clearly mad at him; Ron thought Harry cheated and put his name into the Goblet.
He couldn’t believe it; they were all thinking that way; even Gryffindors, even Hermione doubted him. He looked at his Head of House and it was clear even professor McGonagall had doubts.
A mix of confusion and anger filled him; the familiar warm feeling in his chest was spreading again with extreme speed.
‘How could they think I did something like that? Do they really think I just want attention? This is ridiculous!’ kept running through Harry’s head while he entered the chamber where all the champions were supposed to gather.

After the meeting for the Triwizard Champions was over harry stormed down the corridors to the Gryffindor Tower.
Few minutes ago he stood in front of professors and Tournament’s judges, and was too shocked to do anything about the situation; or maybe he had hope that someone, Dumbledore or McGonagall at least, would stand up in his defence and forbid him to take part in that farce. However, nothing of sorts happened.
That was, most likely, the reason why he felt so angry right now. It was outrageous how the Headmaster allowed him to participate in the Tournament, if he claimed he believed Harry hasn’t put his name into the Goblet.
‘Why did he allow it? He knows I’m not ready to take part in such event. I might as well die in it!’ shouted Harry in his head.
He felt angry; angry as never before. This was manipulation and he hated being manipulated. Something was wriggling inside his chest again. Harry couldn’t explain what it was, but he didn’t even feel the need to stop it; this ‘something’ was agitating him to cast spells – nasty spells, but that was fine, because he didn’t want to be calm.
“The big cheat came back,” said someone in the common room when he entered.
Harry tried very hard not to snap at them, so he walked upstairs to his dormitory. It was probably the best thing to do; go to sleep. Maybe he could even talk with Ron before that. His friend probably already came to his senses and would defend him in front of the rest of students.
When he entered the fourth year boys’ dormitory though, the situation was completely opposite – Seamus and Dean were whispering and pointing at him, Phelan was already asleep, Neville and Ethan remained silent though it was clear obvious they didn’t know what to say, and Ron was silently glaring at Harry.
“How did you do it?” asked Ron after a minute.
“Do what?” asked confused Harry, changing into his pyjamas.
“So you still want to deny it,” huffed angry Ron and went to bed. “I thought we were friends and you could tell me anything. Fred and George at least were open about trying to put their names into the Goblet.”
“I thought we were friends too, Ron. And I thought you would know I’d never do something as stupid as participating in that ridiculous Tournament,” said annoyed Harry.
“You could have at least told me…” started the redhead.
“I’m telling you! I did not put my name in!” he shouted, sat on his bed and drew the curtains together.
Harry was the last one to fall asleep, but he just couldn’t drift off into the dreamland. He was so angry and probably a bit afraid too. Whenever he had problems or people turned away from him, he could always count on Ron and Hermione, but this time was different; it looked like he didn’t have anyone; nobody believed him he really didn’t do it.
Finally, after a few sleepless hours, he fell asleep.
At some point, he noticed he was having his usual, odd dream again. He stood in the middle of a forest path and saw an old manor. Harry still felt somewhat angry and decided he had enough of that dream as well.
“This time I’m going in,” he said to himself. “I’ll find out what this dream means; and I’ll do it alone, without Dumbledore, Hermione or Ron.”
Remembering how little time he had whenever he dreamt about the manor, he ran straight forward to the fence surrounding the property. When he got there, the familiar, thick mist appeared making it difficult to see where the fence ended. However, this time Harry had a plan. The teen reached out to touch the fence and walked straight forward, all the time touching it. He tried to find an entrance, opening, gate, whatever would let him get inside.
All that time he could see the shape of the building and he got a feeling he knew that place.
“What’s that?” he asked himself, when the mist started changing.
The thick, milky white mist was changing colours; or at least it did in one place, not that far from him. It appeared in one place it was grey. That was something new and intriguing.
Harry ran towards that place, but came to a stop when unexpectedly the fence changed into something bigger. He rubbed his eyes and finally he could make out shape of a big gate. Just behind that gate was the place where the mist was grey.
After a while his eyes must have gotten used to the mist, because he could more or less clearly see the iron gate before him now. He tried to open it, but it was locked and needed a key. Harry even tried to find out if the gate could be opened from the other side, but he failed.
“Brilliant,” he mumbled to himself. “I finally get this far and the gate is locked.”
He was angry again. He needed to let out some of that anger.
Subconsciously, Harry reached to his pocket and found that even in his dream, his wand was there. A sudden rush of excitement ran through him and Harry pointed his wand at the gate.
A wicked smile showed up on his face and with all that growing energy in him he called out “Bombarda maxima!”
The spell hit the gate with such force, even Harry was surprised. This wasn’t the first time he used that spell and yet it never had such impact. Although, the gate was still closed, the ground shook and the grey mist seemed to have moved closer to him.
“What exactly is it?” Harry reached his hand through the gate’s bars as if trying to touch the mist.
To his surprise it got darker and after a moment he saw something in the distance. It looked like a shape, a human form, a dark figure maybe.
He decided to keep quiet, but the figure seemed to be walking forward, straight to him and his heart started pounding madly. Harry walked a few steps backwards and stumbled on his back.
“Ouch,” the teen rubbed his back and tried to get up on his feet, but when he looked up he clearly saw a dark, faceless figure just behind the gate and its head only inches away from Harry.
At first he was scared to death by that figure staring at him, but then it passed. Harry noticed it was kneeling behind the bars and even though he couldn’t see any expression on its face, he got the feeling the dark presence was worried about him. It tilted its head to the side and slowly tried to reach out its hand for Harry’s.
“Somehow I get the feeling you don’t want to hurt me,” Harry said more to himself than anyone else, but the dark figure nodded. “You understand what I’m saying?”
The figure nodded and stood up. Harry did the same and walked closer.
“I was here before, wasn’t I? Inside that manor,” he pointed to the building and the figure once more confirmed he was right. “We knew each other before, haven’t we?”
His dark companion nodded slowly and reached out his hand again; this time to touch Harry’s arm. Somehow, the teen was neither surprised nor scared. For some reason it felt nice. Harry wanted that person to touch him. He felt excited just like someone who just met a very close relative that he hasn’t seen in a long time.
Just when that dark figure was about to touch him he heard a high pitched female voice screaming his name and a blinding white light separated him from the gate. Harry felt as if something was pulling him out of his dream and then he woke up.
Harry sat up on his bed and rubbed his scar; it was burning terribly.
“Are you alright, Harry?” asked worried voice of Neville.
“No, thanks,” answered Harry getting out of bed. ‘I must have been screaming, I guess.’
“Probably, he just dreamt of the Triwizard Cup,” commented Seamus and rushed Neville out of the room. “Come on, we need to go.”

“What’s wrong with you?” asked surprised Hermione during breakfast.
Ron came down for breakfast about fifteen minutes ago and all he did was just sit there without a word. The boy didn’t even eat anything. Another oddity was his behaviour – his gaze was throwing daggers in the direction of entrance to the Great Hall.
“You not eating at all is something I don’t see often,” continued Hermione and swatted her friend’s hand. “Will you stop glaring and tell me what has gotten into you?”
“Do you really need to ask?” with that he once more glared at the entrance where Harry just appeared. “I can’t believe he’s done it. And he didn’t even tell me anything.”
The girl sighed exasperated, “You can’t be seriously thinking he wanted to participate in the Tournament?”
“Really? Then tell me, Mione, why does Hogwarts have two Champions and one of them is Harry?”
Hermione wasn’t really sure how to explain what happened yesterday, but she simply couldn’t believe Harry really wanted to be the Champion. She had million ideas how to explain it, but none of them seemed possible when she analysed them.
“But Ron, he was with us all day yesterday. Harry wouldn’t even have the chance to get near the Goblet or even ask someone else to put his name in.”
“You think so?” protested Ron. “What about that time after DADA, when he vanished?”
“But he was in Gryffindor Tower. We saw him there,” answered Hermione.
“Yes, but how do we know he went straight there and not to the Great Hall?” pointed out the redhead.
For the rest of the day she couldn’t stop thinking about what Ron said. She didn’t want to believe Harry could do something like that, but the fact remained, his name was in the Goblet.
The whole day she kept glancing Harry’s way. She couldn’t stop feeling bad for her friend; everyone seemed to be either ignoring him or talking behind his back. Hermione wanted to approach him and talk like always, but she couldn’t do it until she sorted everything out and had her own, strong opinion on what happened.

In his office, professor Dumbledore leaned over the Pensive and stared at the memory twirling inside it. His face was marred by a deep frown. Slowly turning wand in his hand he thought about something intensively.
When the silence was interrupted by a knock on the door, the wizard touched his temple with the tip of his wand and placed another memory in the Pensive.
“Come in,” he said and put a gran-fatherly smile on his face.
The chamber entered five people – all four Heads of Houses and Hagrid.
Dumbledore watched them closely; professors Sprout and McGonagall had an idea why they were there; Snape came because the Headmaster called for him quite often recently so he wasn’t surprised; professor Flitwick however was somewhat confused to why he was needed there; and Hagrid seemed a bit agitated, which allowed Dumbledore think the half giant wanted to oppose Harry being a Triwizard Champion.
“Professor Dumbledore sir,” started Hagrid when no one seemed to be willing to talk. “Harry didn’t do it. He wouldn’t.”
Hagrid kept talking and defending Harry, not letting anyone interrupt him.
Dumbledore could see that professor McGonagall wanted to join in on that topic and once more ask him to change his mind about Potter participating in the Tournament.
“Hagrid, please calm down,” the Headmaster stopped him. “I cannot change the rules of the Tournament and they state clearly that young Harry has to take part in it,” he looked straight at the half giant. “I don’t want to discuss the Tournament today.”
Indeed, he called the Heads of Houses for a different reason. He wanted to know what was going on with a certain group of students.
For the last year Madame Pomfrey has been reporting to him that she needs less nutrition potion as before. Of course the school nurse was delighted that the students were healthier, but the Headmaster didn’t share her opinion. He knew the effects of that potion and the reason why some children had to take it; he knew that even though those students looked fine, they still needed to take the potion for safety measures.
‘I have to find out why they stopped taking it,’ thought the Headmaster and stared questioning the four professors.
At some point hagrid excused himself and left; shortly after him left professors Sprout, Flitwick and McGonagall; leaving only the potions master behind.
“I’m glad to hear your students are feeling better. Poppy told me she hasn’t seen any Slytherins in the Infirmary in a long time,” the older wizard smiled brightly, but Snape only nodded.
‘Ah, Severus is always so difficult,’ thought Dumbledore still smiling. ‘It would be easier to slip into his mind and find what I need there, but unfortunately he’s a good Oclumens.’
“Is there something bothering you, Severus?” he asked when it became obvious the younger man wanted to ask something, but didn’t dare to do so.
Dumbledore knew Snape long enough to see the man had doubts about something, but he couldn’t really say what it was.
‘He couldn’t have figured out what the nutrition potion really was, right?’ ran through the Headmaster’s head. ‘It’s a harmless potion, but its effects might be questionable for Severus and some others.’
“I was just trying to see logic in me protecting Potter, when you openly push him towards his death,” asked coldly the potions master with expressionless face.
“Something is coming, Severus. Voldemort is plotting something and Harry got involved again,” he looked sternly in the other wizard’s eyes and added. “It’s crucial for young Harry to go along with Voldemort’s plan…and that’s why you need to protect him; he has to survive.”
The older man finished his explanation and saw that Severus was fighting inside with himself; Dumbledore knew how hard it was for the man to look after son of his school enemy, but he vowed to do that.
“Fine then. If that’s all, I’ll take my leave,” announced coldly Snape and left the office.
Albus walked to the Pensive again and watched the memories there. Inside, faces of students attacked by Shadow floated around and a frown appeared on his face once more. Dealing with Voldemort and his Death Eaters was one thing, something he expected to happen sooner or later, but this Shadow person was a completely different matter. He didn’t know anything about him; and the fact that Shadow attacked the students that were under Dumbledore’s special care and watchful eye was a bit unsettling.
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