Dumbledore's POV
"Dumbledore, what are we going to do? If Harry Potter shuns the tournament, there will be chaos at the office," Crouch Sr. stated, banging his fist on the table. He was already getting flak from Fudge. That man was now bending over backwards to get the boy hero on his side. He was in talks with Waters to see if there was any way he could kiss up to the boy. They were even discussing getting Black cleared. Fudge had already rescinded the Kiss on Sight order. Oh, how mad Crouch Sr. was about that. In his mind that man was as guilty as his son. Who he still didn't know where was.
"Do not worry so, Bartemius, all will work out. I do have some ideas on how to get young Harry to cooperate," Albus waved the irate man's concern away. He already had plans in talking Harry into competing. He was sure the boy would listen to him, if he made it clear that there really wasn't any other choice. He had to get Harry to see how important he was to the wizarding world. Maybe, he'd tell him the prophecy, and then the child would understand.
"I do not see why Potter is so important," Snape huffed, cutting up his meat, making screeching noises, because he was pressing so hard on his knife. He really hated that the brat was the topic of conversation, again. "Just last week you were saying he was a glory hound that cheated to get into the tournament. You were going on and on that his condition was faked. Now you want to pander to his every wish," he sneered, disgusted with the lot of them. He would still have to watch his step. He knew just from the looks the boy threw at him that he was still on shaky ground. However, he'd be damned if he was going to coddle the brat.
"It is politics," Barty Sr. said as if that was the answer to everything, which in this case it really was.
Snape just sneered again, and started to eat his chicken.
"There has to be something we can tempt him with," Bagman said, sweat forming on his brow. He was in deep trouble if the boy didn't compete. The goblins were already stating that he could not change his bet and they will not tolerate any late payments.
"I do not see vhy you are so vorried," Karkaroff stated, looking at the nervous man. "The boy is a cheat and a liar. Who care if he shows or not." He waved it all away, hoping the boy wonder did as he said and rejected the games. This would make his school look better and give Viktor a better chance at the cup.
"You are a 'eartless man, 'eadmaster Karkaroff," Maxime said, pointing her ringed finger at the sour man. "Ze boy is suffering from amniezia and you are being petty. Do you fear 'im so much zat you would let 'im suffer?" she demanded, although she really hoped the Boy-Who-Lived didn't compete either.
"Again, I have to state that you are all worrying for nothing. I am sure that I can convince young Harry to be there during the first task. All it will take is a small amount of persuasion," Dumbledore said jovially, as if he had it all under control.
"He had better, or it is going to be your head," Crouch Sr. snarled as he threw down his napkin and left the table.
"Oh, he will," was the ominous reply to the man's retreating back.
Harry's POV
"So, did you guys finish the book?" Harry asked softly, after Crouch Sr. stomped off.
"Oh yes, it was ever so informative. Do you really believe we can do magic like that?" Hermione said, bouncing in place, all thoughts of chastising him forgotten. She had plenty of time to think about it, and came to the conclusion that when she trusted the teachers, he really didn't have faith in her to keep his secrets. It hurt a little, until she remembered that this was not her Harry.
"Yeah, well it's more of what you believe than what I do. Let's not talk about it here, okay?" he said, shifting his eyes around to make sure no one had heard them. "We found a room that we can talk in. Let's go there when we're done with dinner. I think you'll like it. There's more books."
"Okay, Harry," she said and then ate faster. She really wanted to discuss the book with him. Maybe, he already could do the things depicted and that was why he had the wicked pocket on all his pants. She went over all the times she had witnessed him doing magic and realized that most of the time it was without a wand. She felt really neglectful for not noticing sooner. She did have a lot on her mind, with trying to figure out how he had lost his memory, and what she could do to help. That and keeping him out of trouble, which she had to admit she didn't accomplish very well.
They finished their dinner in silence and then the five of them followed our hero to the seventh floor. Harry called up the door and they trudged inside. Hermione and the twins were very impressed with the piles of like new things, and the mass of broken stuff, and they wondered where it all came from.
"According to Lady Ravenclaw this it a room of lost things," Harry answered the unasked question.
"Yeah, all of this was broken, then Harry fixed it," Neville said, waving to the gleaming piles of treasure.
"Can we do that?" Hermione asked in awe. She couldn't wait to give it a go.
"That's one of the reasons I brought you here. I want to use this stuff for you practice on. You each pick a pile and use what you learned in the book and try to fix or levitate what you can. It won't be easy, you have to unlearn everything you know and start from the beginning. Also it all depends on your core," Harry said, and then explained what he had told Neville earlier. "I suggest you try with your wand first, then when you've got the hang of it, try without."
"Ohhh, this will be wonderful," Hermione said as she ran to the nearest pile of junk to see what she could do. She took out her wand and waved it over a few items with the spell 'Reparo'. They shook and shuddered, and two of the pieces fixed. She pouted, but was determined to continue.
"You said we could do more if we work together?" the twins asked, holding a private conversation with looks and gestures.
"Yep, it's almost like your cores reach for one another," the dark-haired teen nodded with a huge smile.
"Wicked," they said and wandered to the next pile.
Each person did what they could, while Harry went around and gave them words of encouragement and corrections. He decided that he'd let them flourish or flounder, as the case may be. Neville got half of his pile fixed and mended and was floating items into piles. He made sure to check any wand he found. Luna only did a third of hers, but she was having a blast doing it. The twins were on their second pile, but when they tried to do it separately, they weren't quite a successful. Hermione was having a harder time, she was still trying to unlearn all the rules that she knew were supposed to be true. So Harry gave her the same speech that Luna had given him when she had brought it up. That seemed to help a little.
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