Can you believe it Harry? We have so many people from the two schools, I am so excited!"
"I wonder, How those students from Beauxbatons handling the cold? You'd think they'd have brought more woollen clothes considering they knew that it was going to be October end when they'd join us."
"Did you see those girls from Durmstrang though? I mean, yeah Beauxbatons ones are cute and all but the ones from Durmstrang really know how to make blood red and furs looks sexy, don't you think so-"
"Shut Up Blaise, can't you see that I am trying to read a book here?" Harry muttered and frowned at the next equation in his new arithmancy book, a gift for him from professor Vector, their arithmancy professor.
"I can see that, what I can't see is exactly why would you read a freaking book on a day like this? On a day when Hogwarts is paying host to two other big and famous magical schools from different countries?" Blaise asked him, astonished. "I mean, can't you see the number of students and the opportunities of intermingling our cultures? Aren't you the least bit excited to know about different cultures and witness this once-in-a-lifetime event with your own two eyes?!" The Italian boy asked with frustration, lacing his voice.
Harry frowned a bit as he looked towards the giant doors through which the two schools were supposed to enter the Great Hall. He could admit to himself at least that, yes, he was a little bit…intrigued, as to how other schools functioned and if there was anything he could utilise from their school to improve his own? But to waste thirty whole minutes waiting for the two schools to enter the Great Hall was a boring thing to do, and he would rather think about his new pet project or solve one of these unsolvable mysteries in Arithmancy.
Like really? Unsolvable? Overstatement of the month, he only had to spend like a day on them and they'd break in front of him like putty. But that was probably because he knew that he could solve things like that, while others just didn't attempt to fo it and gave-up easily.
Harry's thought process was broken as the large doors opened and students wearing light-blue uniforms came inside along with a really tall woman with shoulder length hair wearing expensive clothing and jewels adorned her rather long fingers.
The Beauxbaton students seemed to be quite good with acrobatics because the girls were able to move in tune with the music played by the boy band that was marching behind them. In the end an ethereally beautiful girl came forward and spun on her heels before bowing gracefully. It was as if her body was made for this purpose and the small smile she gave told Harry she knew the effect she was having on her audience.
Beside him Blaise had an open mouth and saucer-wide eyes, Harry was sure that if it was humanly possible then by now, Blaise's eyes would be out of their sockets. He could have left his best and only friend to bear the shame of drooling when watching a girl but he wasn't that evil.
It totally didn't have to do with the fact that there were reporters present around the Great Hall and he was sure that they'd find some way of defaming him along with the Zabini heir.
That's why he pinched Blaise's arms beneath their Housemate's view "Snap yourself out of it Zabini, you are shaming yourself as well as your house, you dumbhead. That did snap Blaise out of it as he winced but nodded and thanked Harry for helping him out there.
"You didn't have to pinch me so hard you know." The foreign born boy said as he frowned and looked forward as the boys from Beauxbaton sat at the Gryffindor table while the girls joined the Ravenclaw one.
Durmstrang entered after that and they put up a great show with their staffs that gave off sparks and left black marks on the stone floor as they moved forward.
"Filch is definitely going to support Beauxbatons now." Blaise Quipped as the two boys watched the entire show alongside their peers while the reporters kept on writing and clicked several pictures of the event.
Durmstrang chose to display their skills in handling swords, spears and staffs as they put up an intricate show with twelve students holding the weapons while five students played the large drum and three others did the light show.
The Durmstrang High-Master, Igor Karkaroff, a tall man with a goatee and weak jawline, led his entourage as he walked towards the teachers table with his star student Victor Krum by his side while two students followed them as guards.
After that, the girls and boys split off.
While the girls obviously joined the puffs, the boys joined Slytherin table and Harry saw the world famous seeker Victor Krum take his seat beside the blonde headed snot nosed daddy's boy who threw a smug smirk towards his little blood-relative-with-unfortunately-same-parents.
"That girl has got to be a Veela, there's no other way all the boys would suddenly start drooling looking at her."
Harry heard the voice that was delivered with thinly laced sneer and followed it to his year-mate Lisa Turpin who was glaring daggers down the table towards a certain blonde beauty who happened to be the main acrobat in Beauxbatons team.
Both Harry and Blaise ignored the girl, they were used to the girl's jealous which stemmed from the fact that she wanted to be the best one out there in both beauty and brains but sadly for her, that title was already bequeathed on a certain blonde haired slytherin ice-queen.
"Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…." Dumbledore began, his arms raised towards his sides in a grand gesture, and Harry simply took his book out and began reading again. He knew what was going to be announced so there was no need to pay attention only to listen the same thing twice.
The Headmaster had called him to his office at the start of the term to tell him about the Triwizard Tournament, and he had a really weird request. A request that many would beg to fulfill, so naturally what Harry did was…
~~Flashback- (four months ago)
"So, do you understand what I am requesting Mr. Potter?" The old headmaster peered at the young boy behind his half-moon spectacles.
"I do, professor, but unfortunately you're not understanding my dilemma," Harry was actually confused now. "How can you even think that there is no one more competent than me to become the school champion? I am still a fifth year student, and even though the exams have been cancelled it's still our OWL year." Harry frowned.
"We both know that a person who is widely proclaimed to be one of the sharpest minds, can definitely clear out a school test, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore smiled. "Let's not lie to each other and shame both of our intelligence."
"That might be true, sir," Harry conceded, " But that doesn't remove the fact that there are so many more competent seventh years like Caius Warrington, Cedric Diggory and Angelina Johnson, I am sure they would love to represent the school on such a level."
"Ah yes, they are better than their peers yet we both know that you are head and shoulders above the entire student populace of Hogwarts and probably Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as well."
Harry rubbed his forehead, this wasn't what he had planned to suffer when he woke up that day. There were so many things to do, in fact one of the major projects that he was working on, was another one of Albus Dumbledore's wishes too.
"Are you forgetting your last request, professor? You were the one to entrust me with such a time consuming and infernally difficult task and now you want me to play childish games, who do you think I am, headmaster? Your personal superhero?"
Dumbledore blinked in shock before smiling "We both know that we can't be heroes even if we both are almost always seen that way."
"I don't know what you are talking about, professor." Harry frowned before continuing "Also, this discussion is finished, if you don't have anything else to say, I'd like to go back to my studies."
"Mr. Potter..." Dumbledore stopped Harry as he was about to step out of the office. "I am not forcing you into the tournament, Mr. Potter, you have your free will but with you as our champion our chances at winning this increases twenty folds at the very least. So, do think about it."
"And my argument still stands, headmaster. Which one is more important? This tournament or the lives of people of Britain? Choose one headmaster, because like you said, we both know we aren't heroes and so we both also know that I am not going to go through with all of your requests just for the sake of it."
Dumbledore just looked at the boy standing there before he shook his head in resignation, "I never wanted this to happen to you Harry, and I was just trying to-"
"Save it, sir." Harry stopped him, "I know what you did was for good but since I am involved in this now, I'll try to find the best way to eliminate the threat and save as many as I can. But for that to happen, I think we should stop playing these childish games and instead focus on the more important tasks at hand."
Dumbledore nodded his head as he watched Harry leave his office. As much as he wanted to fault the boy, he knew that the elder Potter was indeed correct. Sometimes, in their arguments he wondered if the boy saw through all his machinations and simply choose to ignore them in favour of getting things done his way?
Well, who cares, as long as his primary request gets fulfilled, Dumbledore could easily die as a happy old man.
~~Flashback ends~~
Dumbledore didn't say anything after that and Harry never gave a second thought to his decision of NOT participating in the stupid Tournament. Why should he? He had work, real work to do and time was his enemy, for now at least.
"-with that thing out of the way, let our feast begin!" Dumbledore announced and clapped his hands twice. All of a sudden The four tables along with the teacher's table were filled with platters of mouthwatering food.
"Is he here? I've read that he was here at Hogwarts. Which year was he in?"
"Don't know, Don't remember I'm more focused on his brother. Where is he? Can you see him?"
"You'd think that this school would have enough brain to advertise their star pupil first just so that they could show off."
"I wonder if he'd like to be my friend?''
"Just Friend? I thought you, out of all the girls, would want him in your bed at the first chance."
"I won't mind that's for sure, but he is still not over eighteen and I don't want to go to the prison…."
Seventeen-year-old Fleur Delacour heard all this and was intrigued as to who they were talking about. Actually, she knew who but there were two of them which led to her current confusion.
First was the famed Boy-Who-Lived, the one who vanquished the worst dark lord in a century when he was just a year old babe. There were many stories but Fleur knew that he was nothing more than a pompous brat who got famous due to some accident or fluke.
Next was the youngest Innovator of Britain in the past five-hundred years. This boy had been a rising sensational genius in many countries with his intellect surpassing all of the magical population born in the last five hundred years.
Harry Potter's name had first come in international newspapers when a simple twelve year old boy had crafted the first elixir to neutralise complete blindness. It was like a miracle! Anyone who had been blinded due to any magical trauma could see once more!
It was the cure many of the aurors, hitwizards, potioneers, spell crafters, alchemists, curse breakers and dragon handlers needed. It was tested publicly on twenty-five wizards and witches before it was officially patented.
And became the young Innovator's first step to success.
After that, things went on like cream from fresh milk, and as they say 'The rest is history', in this case it was indeed his-story.
New inventions, improving the old ratty ones, things actually required by the general wizarding populace. And all of this of course paved, THE Harry Potter's path to richness, fame and popularity. Within two years, Harry Potter had turned from a young boy of twelve who had started things with just Four hundred galleons to a fourteen-year-old famed innovator with a grand total of Nine million galleons, and still counting.
Harry Potter's fame and popularity had only increased after that, with invitations to various ministry balls from different nations, international quidditch matches, Duelling rings. Newspaper articles on the front pages of many prestigious newspapers.
It was one such ball hosted by the French Ministry where Fleur had met the secluded guy standing beside the barman with a glass of water in his hand and a horde of witches vying for his attention. Unfortunately it was also the one where she had met the boy wonder's younger brother. But let's not ruin the mood now and instead focus on the present rather than dawdle in the past.
The girl looked around herself, she saw the faces of every witch and wizard that sat in the great hall with a curious frown on her face, 'Now, were are you..Harry?'
"Harry Potter?"
Harry frowned a bit when another girl called his name 'This time it sounds Bulgarian' he thought as he turned to the source "Yes?"
A drop dead gorgeous girl wearing Durmstrang's Blood red uniform with padded furs, though her uniform looked a bit more stylish than others, she had long raven black shoulder length hair framing her diamond shaped face. Violet eyes, long eyelashes and a perfect hourglass figure combine them with her accented voice and you have the perfect goddess to please.
But currently that girl was looking at Harry with a quirked eyebrow and a small smirk when he didn't get up and make room for her as if he didn't recognise her.
"How may I help you ? Or are you planning on simply standing there as I finish my dinner?" Harry asked as he quirked his left eyebrow.
"You don't recognise me?"" She asked, surprised, "Is this some weird way of yours to get me intrigued about you?" The girl asked him and gave another amused smirk.
"So one just needs to ignore you to impress you?" Harry laughed internally when he saw her eyebrow twitch a little. "Well, if that's true, then no, I am not trying to impress you at all because I don't know who you are." And he turned back towards his dinner.
"My..my..my...aren't you an interesting one? This is the first time I've seen a guy completely throw off Ashley's charm."
Harry groaned as a new voice joined the conversation but did his best to ignore them both. Lamb chops were far more delicious, and definitely worthy of more attention than simple-minded girls with beautiful faces and their 'I-am-better-than-you' mindset.
"Why am I not surprised to see you of all people here, Beaufort?" Ashley sniffed in disdain while Beaufort smirked. "Although I was hoping you'd stay at your place rather than join us here, afterall, this tournament isn't a place for our under-18 princess pageant winner is it?"
"You are forgetting that I was also the winner of the under-15 bracket in the European Duelling ring while you were busy parading your beauty that year." Beaufort made a disgusted face. "All I know is, I beat you once, I'll beat you twice."
"Let's see who beats who in every competition this year." Ashley smirked and looked towards Harry who was still eating his lamb chops and busy ignoring both the girls who's banter was being watched by everyone sitting in their vicinity.
It looked as if sparks flew between the two other worldly beautiful girls as they accepted each other's challenge before turning around and moving separate ways leaving the boys and girls completely stunned.
"Harry?"
"Hmmm?"
"You are one lucky bastard, you know that right?"
Harry frowned as he looked at Blaise before quirking his left eyebrow as if to ask 'What?'
Blaise suddenly got two strong urges, one to do a facepalm, second to smash Harry's head on the wooden table. He obviously chose the first one because he was sure the second one was stupid, not to mention impossible.
"The one from Durmstrang is Ashley Petrovia and the one from Beauxbatons is Angelique Beaufort. I am surprised that you don't know them but at the same time I am not surprised because how little you read the celebrity section in newspapers." Blaise sighed before shaking his head.
"I still don't know why I should care about them," Harry simply shrugged his shoulders "And if you are not gonna tell then at least let me finish my dinner in peace."
"Ashley was the previous winner of the under-18 International beauty Pageant while Angelique is the current one. Reverse the position and you have them switched, Ashley is the current winner of the under-18 duelling ring while Angelique was the winner of the under 15 duelling ring." Blaise explained to his former roommate.
"Okay, and? Why should I care who or what they are? To me they are both visiting students who are here to compete for a useless tournament."
Blaise' eyebrow twitched as he looked at Harry, 'Maybe I should have gone with the second option instead...'
"Both the girls are fiercely competitive, it has always been like that when Angelique defeated Ashley in their first under-15 duelling ring. But the point is, this competition as well as you, my dear friend, are their targets now." The dark skinned Ravenclaw told his former roommate who simply frowned.
"Let them try their luck in the tournament, because they aren't winning me." The innovator shrugged and pulled out his book again to better utilise his time than waste it on useless banter and gossip. He'll try to forget this girls-information as soon as he visits his mindscape tonight.
Harry was about to take another bite when he felt someone's glare, he turned his gaze around the hall and caught her, only because she hastily looked away.
~Five minutes earlier~
'STAB'
Tracey flinched as she saw her friend stab that small piece of steak extra violently. They had been sitting with all of the students having a peaceful dinner. And then that incident happened.
Both of them saw the two girls approach Harry's table and somehow Tracey knew that they were interested in the young innovator.
And then came the rumours. Hogwarts rumour mill was exceptionally well organised and word spread faster than Professor Mcgonagall could transform to and revert back from her animagus form.
'Two of the most beautiful girls had approached Harry and are now after him.'
That was what someone told them. Trace looked at Daphne cutting the steak as she glared at both the girls and sighed 'It's going to be one of those nights again….'
"Invenire."
The portrait of Marcus the Manipulator bowed low as it opened the room for the only person it'd ever respect. Harry looked around at the empty fifth floor corridor, the corridor was known as the 'Special privilege corridor'.
This was the only corridor where there were personal suites and were only given to important guests staying over for a night or two at Hogwarts. This corridor was also used as a place for VIPs during war times.
Considering they were in peace times now and they were a wizarding school with portkeys and apparition powers, all of the other personal suites except Harry's were empty 'Used to be empty' Harry frowned when he saw two doors with new nameplates on them.
This was weird, were there VIPs in the new schools? 'Maybe The rooms were given to Karakaroff and Madam Maxime?' He thought only to be surprised when he went near the two doors. Harry gave an involuntary sigh as he read their new tenant's names:
'Angelique Beaufort'
While it's neighbouring one read:
'Ashley Petrovia'
These were the names on the nameplates 'Hopefully they won't come knocking over on mine' he thought as he went to his own suite.
Looking around he sighed as he witnessed the clutter and disorganisation in his suite. Thick tomes were stacked and kept near the centre table. Charts and Diagrams were lining the bulletin boards. Models of his side projects were strewn across the floor where he had been crafting them.
Then there were parchments and pens strewn all over the place. He didn't mind that though. Random ideas needed to be written and having to walk over for a sheet of paper and writing instruments was a waste of both time and knowledge.
Well, he did have an exceptionally good care-taker.
"Dobby."
There was a soft pop sound behind him "Master Harry Potter Sir, called Dobby? What can Dobby do for his Master?"
"I see you are still unable to clear out of your third person speech. Maybe I should work on a better potion treatment for elves." Harry thought out loud, making Dobby's eyes widen.
"No Master, your potion is working really well, Dobby is sure that Great master's work will be more fruitful if Master does what needs to be done to the potion." Dobby nodded. "And master shouldn't worry about happy Dobby because Master already works too much."
"I am still not working hard enough to finish my tasks though, I need to finish them soon or each of the deaths occurring due to him will be on my hands." The innovator said as he removed his outer robes and gave it to his elf.
"Master worries too much, master should sleep instead of worrying." Dobby bobbed his head as he went on to clean the general mess in his master's suite while Harry went to his work station and pulled out the tome A guide to the bonds in matter by Alexander Lammarcks.
Harry knew the workload was too much and that Dumbledore had told him he'll get all the help he needed but, he also knew that he was the one who had to do it or else things would come crashing down on the entirety of the British population.
The boy still remembered the day when Dumbledore called him into the headmaster's office last year.
~~ Flashback- One year ago, Dumbledore's office~~
"So do you understand the severity of this situation Mr Potter?" The aged headmaster peered at the boy through his half moon spectacles.
"I-I don't know what to say, headmaster. That brat was supposed to kill him, not me. It was his 'miracle' not mine."
"And Alan will. He is the boy that has the power to finally get rid of Tom., but he can't do it without your help." Dumbledore sighed as he looked at the pensieve "This wasn't supposed to be like this, but you were the one who caught Crouch Jr, you were the one who defeated Tom's attempts in your second and third year too."
"We need someone with your geniusness on our side, you remember the prophecy, right Harry?" Dumbledore asked him and then focused entirely on the boy "...He will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…"
"So you think, this is the power he knows not? The power to end him once and for all? Is my -as you call it- geniusness?" The youngest mage was incredulous, how delusional did one had to be to even get such a weird idea in the first place?
But Dumbledore shook his head in negative, "Not your geniusness, Harry, your brain. It has the power to look for answers where no one else can. The way you are able to link everyone's problems and come up with ingenious solutions is simply mind boggling."
And then, Dumbledore said those final words "Please Mr. Potter, please Harry. Help us all….We need your help in vanquishing Voldemort once and for all."
Harry frowned but he couldn't deny it now. This was indeed a necessity even though this would most likely increase his workload a hundred fold, "What should I do?"
Dumbledore opened his book rack and pulled out a leather bound tome. He looked at the book first and contemplated something for a minute before sighing as he forwarded it to Harry.
"Magike Moste Evile….Why are you giving me a book on dark arts Professor?"
"This book…it's the only one that I have in which there's a mention of something that I'd like you to work upon. Read the first paragraph on page sixty-seven for me please." Dumbledore asked Harry as he opened the side drawer of his table.
"Of the Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak nor give direction…What is this professor?" Harry was completely clueless as to why his headmaster would want him to read about such a vile subject.
"I hope that you still remember this diary Harry?" Dumbledore asked him as he forwarded a battered black diary with a big hole in its centre.
And oh yes he did, he remembered that evil contraption alright.
After all, it was he who destroyed it in the first place…
~~Flashback ends~~
And that was the start of his current year-long journey into Horcruxes, methods of immortality and how to track as well as destroy them.
Harry knew he had lots of work to do and he was really thankful that he had the support of the three most powerful guilds on earth, at least the guild library had more on his current mission than what was available to the general public.
The publicly visible guilds, Alchemists and Arithmancers as well as the invisible guild Necromancers, had tomes regarding Horcruxes. But none of them talked about how to track them or remove the curse without completely destroying the vessel.
The boy went towards his personal pensieve cabinet, it was time to revise the notes and his past experiments.
"-ter Sir?...Potter Sir?...Master Potter Sir?"
Harry cracked open his eye as light seeped through his eyelashes and entered via his lens into his eyes 'Is that a black pool of nothingness? Am I finally in the blackhole's liquid core?'
"Master Potter Sir?"
'Dobby? What's he doing in the core of a black-hole?' Harry frowned before suddenly last night's memories came crashing down on him.
"Master Harry Potter Sir?"
"Yes Dobby, I am not sleeping anymore, what happened?" Harry asked as he sat upright and rubbed the crust from his eyes.
"Master Potter slept on table again, why he working late even though Dobby tells Master Potter sir not to? What should Dobby do with…"
Harry ignored the hyperactive elf who butchered english more than normal when upset or stressed 'Looks like I slept while reading Theory of relativity and its physical application linked with transfigurations'
The boy looked towards the supposed black-hole and his right eyebrow gave a twitch 'And it seems I spilled the ink on my table…'
"What do you want, Dobby?" Harry asked, stifling a yawn.
"There's a certain missy waiting for Master Potter outside Master's door." Dobby bobbed his head before looking at Harry with his saucer-wide eyes.
"Whoever it is, if it's a student, tell them that I am busy and won't meet with her." Harry waved off as he pulled his wand to freshen up.
"Dobby already tried Master but missy insists that she has to ask something from master and will go only when Master hears her request." Dobby squeaked out, making Harry groan.
The youngest innovator hated the public with contempt…and it was Sunday Morning too…shouldn't he like, get a break or something from the public? Soon his manager would come for their weekly routines.
"Tell them to wait outside then, don't let them inside." Harry went off towards the loo to freshen up for the day.
Checking himself in the body-length mirror hanging on the wall, Harry gave a nod of self-satisfaction before moving towards the door and opening it, only to stop mid-stride.
"What do you want?"
"My...my Mr. Potter, one might assume you don't want to see such a friendly face on a good morning like this."
"Well, it was one but then you showed up on my doorstep…Miss Petrovia…was it?" Harry knew what her name was but he also knew that giving her too much importance would just cause him more headache.
"Well, at least I don't have to introduce myself again today." Ashley smirked before grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him towards herself.
"Hopefully you aren't as busy as you seem to be, Mr. Potter, cause I have lots to talk with you today and my friends will like to meet you too." Ashley grinned as she started pulling Harry towards the staircase but was surprised when Harry pulled his hand back.
"Let me get one thing clear Miss Petrovia, I hate public interactions and you are simply intruding because I am more busy than I seem to be. So it'd be better if you told me what you want to talk about and tell your friends that unfortunately I can't meet them today or hopefully, ever."
Harry glared at the tall bulgarian girl who had an absolutely baffled expression on her face. Never in her memory had someone dared to deny her what she had wanted and….this young boy was doing that right into her own damn face!
"So, it would seem, but here, I got something for you." Petrovia passed a piece of parchment towards the boy who read it once before wandlessly burning the paper in anger.
"An interesting piece of magic Mr-"
"Stop with this nonsense. And remember, this will be the first and last time. Now, where to start with our tour Miss Petrovia?" Harry spat the word tour because that was what that parchment had told him to give her.
Petrovia laughed aloud before moving to grab Harry's hand which he removed just in time and glared at the girl when she raised her eyebrow.
"You know, many boys would kill to be in your situation, walking with me, showing me around….going to deserted corridors with me…imagine what a golden chance you've got on your hands, Harry." Petrovia giggled as they neared the doors to the great hall.
"Of course many boys would indeed kill to be in my situation, but that's not because of you, it's because they'll be able to be me, live my life, walk like me, attend the functions I attend and meet the legends I am able to meet." Harry looked at her with disgust clear in his eyes. "Not because a new girl won some beauty contest and is now wanting a tour of an old castle, if you want to be someone, be someone big enough that they can't ever think of replacing you."
"Quiet arrogant of you, won't you say?" Petrovia asked him with a bit of her anger lacing her tone as Harry had just undermined her strengths completely.
"It's not arrogance if you can back it up." Harry shrugged before smirking at his company "And if you still think it's arrogance, well it does shows the difference between us now, doesn't it?"
Harry pushed open the doors to the Great Hall and his eyes flicked involuntarily towards the Slytherin House table, the place where he would usually find Daphne with her own little court.
Unfortunately, the ice-queen and her chief advisor were yet to grace the Great Hall, which made Harry frown a little bit. Usually, Daphne would be up by the time he reached Great Hall, and would give him a discreet smile which he totally didn't like at all. Absolutely not.
'Maybe I was a bit harsh yesterday, should I apologise to her then?' Harry took his seat beside Blaise who was looking at him as if he was god incarnate.
"What?" Harry asked the boy, annoyance dripping from his tone.
"I must admit, I should've seen that coming. So you and Ashley huh? When did that happen?" Blaise grinned as he bumped his shoulders with Harry who had stopped cutting his omelette.
"What are you talking about?"
Harry asked the boy a little too calmly which Blaise should have taken as a warning bell, but considering the facts that Harry was almost always calm or sarcastic and that their friendship had deteriorated since the time Harry had to move out of the Ravenclaw dorms for his personal safety in their third year.
Well, Blaise wasn't up-to-date with Harry's moods now and so he continued nonchalantly "Well, I mean you are Harry and Ashley is clearly interested in you and well..you know." The italian heir to the Zabini house trailed off wiggling his eyebrows and making hand-signs.
"So, when are you introducing your best mate to your girlfriend? Also, can you put up some good words for me please, maybe ask her if she or her friends would want to come to my place in Italy this Christmas?"
Harry looked at his only friend and sighed, he looked like a kid on christmas eve and Harry hated to be the grinch, but what his friend's messed up brain was cooking up was, in one word, abysmal.
"No one is dating, you dumbhead. Petrovia somehow got her request signed by her High-master and our headmaster about me giving her a tour around Hogwarts with some useless excuses of knowing Hogwarts better than others and my room being close to hers." Harry muttered while glaring at his plate.
"So…it's not what I thought it to be…" Blaise sighed before shrugging "Well, at least you are lucky, I mean, many boys would kill to be in your situation right?"
Harry looked at his friend, then he went forward and put his hand behind Blaise's head while simultaneously removing his friend's breakfast before…
"What are you dooiiinnnn- 'WHAAAMMM'
…smashing the boy's head on the table.
'Idiots…that is what my entire generation is full of…' Harry thought before he went back to his food as the entire great hall looked at him with saucer wide eyes.