Okay, the DADA lesson was really cool but I didn't want to let it show (anymore than I had already) because it bothered Harry and Hermione. More for just Hermione. I was ticked off at Harry. Why would he enter the Triwizard Tournament and NOT tell me? Harry insisted he didn't do it, but who would have put his name in? I knew he just wanted attention. It was always (A/N: Sob) Him that got the attention - being the 'boy who lived' and all.

We were in Care of Magical Creatures, after squeezing pus out of Bubotubers. Malfoy and his cronies were making fun of Harry, betting how long he would last in the first task. Usually, I would have stepped in, defended Harry, or something. Today, nothing. At least there was the exchange students to back him up. Hermione was just telling him to ignore it. In fact, Erza looked ready to beat Malfoy to a pulp. If I wasn't mistaken, there was ice forming in Gray's hands, and Natsu's hair was smoking. Weird.

A/N: this next bit... oh you know the drill.

However, we were all distracted when Hagrid spoke up. "Mornin'!" He grinned at Harry (who I was staying far away from), Hermione and I. "Ye won' want ter miss this! Blast-Ended Skrewts!"

"Come again?" I asked.

Hagrid pointed down at the crates.

"Eurgh!" Squealed Lavender Brown, jumping backwards.

'Eurgh' pretty much summed up the things. They looked like deformed, shell-less lobsters, horribly pale and slimy-looking, with legs sticking out in very odd places and no visible heads. There were about a hundred of them in each crate, each about six inches long, crawling over each other, bumping blindly into the sides of the boxes. They were giving off a very powerful smell of rotting fish. Every now and then, sparks would fly out of the end of a skrewt and, with a small phut, it would be propelled forwards several inches.

"On'y jus' hatched," Said Hagrid proudly, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

"And why would we want to raise them?" Said a cold voice. Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled appreciatively at his words.

Hagrid looked stumped.

"I mean, what do they do?" Asked Malfoy. "What is the point of them?"

Hagrid opened his mouth, apparently thinking hard; there was a few seconds' pause, then he said roughly "Tha's next lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus' feedin' 'em today. Now, yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things - I got ant eggs an' frog livers an' a bit o' grass-snake - just try 'em out with a bit of each."

"First pus and now this." muttered Seamus.

Nothing but deep affection for Hagrid could have made Harry, Hermione, and i pick of squelchy handfuls of frog liver and lower them into the crates to tempt the Blast-Ended Skrewts. I couldn't help feeling that the whole thing was completely pointless, because the skrewts didn't seem to have mouths.

"Ouch!" Yelled Dean, after ten minutes, "It got me!"

Hagrid hurried over to him, looking anxious.

"Its end exploded!" Said Dean angrily, showing Hagrid a burn on his hand.

"Ah, yeah. that can happen when they blast off," Said Hagrid, nodding.

"Eurgh!" said Lucy. "Eurgh, Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?"

"Ah, some of 'em have got stings," said Hagrid enthusiastically (Lavender quickly took her hand out of the box). "I reckon they're males... the females've got sorta sucker things on their bellies... I thnk they might be ter suck blood."

"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," Malfoy said sarcastically. "who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?"

"Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't mean they're not useful," Hermione snapped. "Dragon blood's amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet, would you?"

I grinned at Hagrid, who gave Harry and I a furtive smile from behind his bushy beard. Hagrid would like to have nothing more than a pet dragon, and he had had one in our first year, for a little bit - I should know, after spending a week in the hospital wing from a bite it gave me. Hagrid loved monstrous creatures - the more lethal, the better.

They all got to work, trying to figure out what the darn things would eat, Natsu going right on ahead and picking them up, not afraid of the explosions, meanwhile Gray was the complete opposite, trying to stay as far away from the things as possible. Jellal and Erza didn't seem fazed (then again, they didn't seem fazed by pretty much anything). Juvia looked lost in her own world, staring at Gray while his back was turned.

Line breaks are fun, aren't they? Well here's one now!

After lunch we had divination, where Trelawney predicted Harry's death, charms, where we attempted summoning charms, and last, and certainly least, Double Potions. On the way there, I saw almost everyone wearing huge badges with bright red letters on them:

Support CEDRIC DIGGORY AND NATSU DRAGNEEL

The REAL Hogwarts Champions!

I wasn't sure if I wanted to feel bad for Harry or not - but then I remembered he had gotten himself into this mess. I wasn't going to help him out.

I was standing in line with Dean and Seamus, waiting for Snape to arrive, when I noticed Harry and Hermione glowering at Malfoy, who was offering one of the badges to Hermione.

"Want one Granger?" He said. "I've got loads. But don't touch my hand, now. I've just washed it, you see, don't want a Mudblood sliming it up."

I wanted to punch Malfoy, but before I could, Harry pulled out his wand, at the same time Malfoy did. "Furnunculus!" Harry yelled.

"Densaugeo!" Screamed Malfoy.

Jets of light shot from both wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles - Harry's hit Goyle in the face, and Malfoy's hit Hermione. Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up - Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth.

"Hermione!" I hurried forwards to see what was wrong with her. I finally got her hand away from her face - it wasn't a pretty sight. Hermione's front teeth - already larger than average - were now growing at an alarming rate; she was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongate, past her bottom lip, towards her chin - panic-stricken, she felt them, and let out a terrified cry.

"And what is all this noise about?" Said a soft, deadly voice. Snape had arrived.

The Slytherins clamoured to give their explanations. Snape pointed a long yellow finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain."

"Potter attacked me, sir-"

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted.

"-and he hit Goyle - look-"

Snape examined Goyle, whose face now resembled something that would have been at home in a book of poisonous fungi.

"Hospital wing, Goyle." Snape said calmly.

"Malfoy got Hermione!" I exclaimed. "Look!"

I made Hermione show Snape her teeth - she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione behind Snape's back.

Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, "I see no difference."

Hermione let out a whimper; her eyes filled with tears, she turned on her heel and ran, ran all the way up the corridor and out of sight.

I think it was pretty lucky Harry, Natsu and I started shouting at the same; our voices echoed so much in the stone corridor, for in the confused din, it was impossible for him to hear exactly what we were calling, but he got the gist.

"Let's see." He said, in his silkiest voice. "Fifty points from Gryffindor and a detention each for Potter, Weasley and Dragneel. Now get inside, or it'll be a week's worth of detentions."

My ears started ringing. The injustice of it made me want to curse Snape into a thousand slimy pieces. I passed Snape, walked to the back of the room with Harry. He slammed his bag down on the table, and I was shaking with anger. Gray had kept his cool (A/N: Haha bad pun) and not shouted profanities at Snape, but he looked like he was ready to pop a gasket. Even though he and Natsu had only been friends with Hermione for a few weeks, instead of four years, they defended (or wanted to defend) Hermione just as well. I paused, turned, and sat down and Dean and Seamus on the other side of the dungeon, leaving Harry to sit by himself, as Natsu and Lucy were together, as were Gray and Juvia, and Erza and Jellal.

I sat there, staring at Snape, imagining horrific things happening to him... if only I could do the Cruciatus Curse... I'd have Snape flat on his back like that spider, jerking and twitching...

"Antidotes!" said Snape, looking around at us, his cold black eyes glittering unpleasantly. "You should all have prepared your recipes now. I want you to brew them carefully, and then we will be selecting someone on whom to test one..."

Snape looked directly at Harry, and I knew he was going to poison him. I looked between them, as Harry narrowed his eyes, surely imagining doing something terrible to Snape-

Suddenly, there was a knock on the dungeon door burst through my thoughts.

It was Colin Creevey; he edged into the room, beaming at Harry, and walked up to Snape's desk at the front of the room.

"Yes?" Said Snape curtly.

"Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter and Natsu Dragneel upstairs."

Snape stared down his hooked nose at Colin, whose smile faded from his eager face.

"Potter and Dragneel have another hour of Potions to complete," said Snape coldly. "They will come upstairs when this class is finished."

Colin went pink.

"Sir - sir, Mr Bagman wants them," He said nervously. "All the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs..."

I winced. I didn't want to feel bad for Harry (but I was perfectly fine with feeling bad for Natsu), but the last few words were not needed. I felt Harry's eyes looking at me, but I just stared determinedly at the ceiling.

"Very well, very well," Snape snapped. "Potter, Dragneel leave your things here, I want you back here later to test your antidote."

"Please, sir - they've got to take his things with him," Squeaked Colin. "All the champions-"

"Very well" Snape spat. "Potter, Dragneel - take your bag and get out of my sight!"

Harry swung his bag over his shoulder, got up and headed for door. As he did, the Slytherins flashed their stupid badges at him from every direction.

"So, after that... interruption," Snape announced, "Back to antidotes. Once again, one person will be testing their antidote at the end of class. Go."

Everyone burst into action, trying to make the most of their hour. I looked over in the direction of where Harry had been sitting. Lucy looked a little lonely without the company of Natsu, but everyone else looked a little at ease without the clumsy over reactive guy attempting to brew something. I smiled to myself, and glanced at the paper I'd written my own recipe on. It read add one bezoar to the mortar, crush into fine powder.

I couldn't find a bezoar in my own ingredients, but there was a whole box of them in the cupboard at the back of the room. In my haste to get there, I literally ran into Erza, causing us both to fall to the ground.

"Please don't kill me!" I squeaked.

The redhead glared at me, but simply got to her feet and grabbed the ingredient she came for. I did the same, and grabbed one of the several stones in a small dusty box labeled Bezoars.

Fifty minutes later, everyone stood, panting beside their cauldrons, awaiting Snape's approval, or, rather, disapproval. My own cauldron was full of a thick, bright pink, syrupy concoction. Not my best, as it was supposed to be orange and a little on the runny side, but certainly not my worst.

Snape walked up and down the aisles, looking at the mixtures, occasionally stirring one. When he got to mine, he raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.

"I think... the antidote we will be testing will be that of Mr Fullbuster." He did a 180 to face Gray, whose potion looked more like a poison than an antidote. Strangely enough, Gray didn't look scared.

"Sure thing, Professor." Gray said, fake sweetly, and picked up a vial, and filled it with his antidote.

Snape looked at Gray with narrowed eyes, and motioned for him to drink it. Gray did. I winced, afraid something might happen, but Gray simply paled a little, before smiling.

Snape's eyes widened, and dismissed it with the flick of a hand. "Class dismissed. Weasley, see me about your detention." He said.

I gulped and walked up to his desk. "Tomorrow night, in here. Tell Dragneel and Potter." Snape said, as poisonously as Gray's potion looked. I nodded, turned, and left the room as fast as my legs could carry me.

Thankfully, it was the last class of the day, and we all rushed to dinner, where Natsu and Harry arrived late. Harry sat as far away from me as he could without separating from our group. Natsu simply sat down and started eating. I followed suit.

It's a bird! It's a plane! No! It's Superman! Actually it's a line break.

On the way up to the Gryffindor Common Room, I noticed a school barn owl sitting on a window ledge, pecking at the glass. I opened the window, and the bird hopped in, and sat on my arm. The letter it was holding was addressed to none other than Harry Potter. I sighed, and walked the rest of the way up to the Common Room. I told the Fat Lady the password (verbum transeat) and climbed in through the hole. Harry wasn't there. Whatever. I wasn't going to go chasing after him with his letter from whomever had arrived.

I brought the bird up, and I set it on Harry's bed. Just then, Harry came into the dorm.

"You've had an owl." I said stiffly, not looking directly at Harry, and pointed to the owl hopping around on the bed.

"Oh - right." Said Harry.

"And we've got our detentions tomorrow night, in Snape's dungeons. Tell Natsu, will you?" I said, and walked straight out of the room, leaving Harry there.

Oh my goodness another line break!

A week later, Harry and I were still avoiding each other, and a newspaper article about the tournament was published. On further inspection, I realized it was just about Harry.

The Durmstrang and Beauxbatons champions and Natsu were mentioned briefly, their names misspelled, and Cedric not at all. There were all sorts of ridiculous things I know Harry never would have said, all about his parents, and how he supposedly still cries about them.

Even worse, it had mentioned how he spent a lot of time with Hermione, hinting that they were dating or something, saying she was really pretty (that, I won't deny). So naturally, all the lot that had been wearing the Support Cedric and Natsu badges kept quoting the article and making what they must have thought were clever quips about Hermione's looks or Harry crying into his pillow.

Then again, Harry wasn't trying to stop any of it. Maybe he was enjoying the attention after all.

I couldn't remember when, but Hagrid told me he wanted to talk to Harry. At midnight. Weird. I'd better make sure he finds out.

And that's a wrap! I know the last few chapters have kind of been fillers, but they are needed. Anyways, Layla do you want to tell them the poem now, or wait until Friday?

Layla: I will wait. I want it in my chapter. So Fairy's are next and I will start the first task.

Okay, so see you Friday!

-Lindsday