Harry Potter Promise NR.4
Date: 12/17/2016,
Categories:
Fiction
Fan fiction,
Author: zimbi
... the last month, what little interaction they had. She clearly had not believed him about not entering himself, and she rather treated him like a little boy. He was younger, sure, but she didn't have to act so self-righteous. Harry shrugged. "Meditation," he replied. "It's one of the steps to learning Occlumency, and it helps to quiet the mind." Viktor moved forward at this. "You are learning Occlumency?" He looked genuinely interested, so Harry relaxed his posture and began to talk about his progress. He was learning, though it was slow going. The hardest part was building the walls. Every time he thought he had it, they collapsed, and he had to start over again. Viktor and Fleur both seemed interested, and they spent the next few minutes talking about their various attempts at the art. When the whistle blew, they were all surprised. Fleur stood up, looking suddenly nervous. "Good luck," Harry said, with Viktor echoing the sentiment. Fleur looked back at them, and smiled gratefully. Their discussion had been a good way to pass the time and keep their minds off what they were about to do. She was also surprised at how the youngest champion acted. He was much more mature than most his age. And it was quite a nice surprise to be able to hold a conversation with two men who genuinely wanted to talk to her, and who weren't too caught up staring and drooling to speak. Viktor and Harry spent some more time talking about the mind arts, trying not to pay attention to the cheers or ...
... gasps of the audience out of sight. When the whistle blew again, Viktor stood up. He offered Harry a sort of smile, before he left the tent, and Harry was alone. It took another ten minutes for the whistle to sound again, and Harry entered the arena. He took a moment to get his bearings, before he immediately ducked behind a boulder. And not a moment too soon, as a pillar of fire torched the area he had just been standing, and the crowd gasped. He tuned out the noise, and Bagman's commentary, and simply stuck his wand in the air, crying out, "Accio Firebolt!" He then moved to another location, not wanting the dragon to figure out where he was. It took a minute for his broom to reach him, and when he saw it hurtling through the air, he wasted no more time in jumping out from behind his current hiding location, and landing perfectly on the broom. The crowd cheered, and he was certain that he could hear Ginny's voice loudest of all. He ducked and dodged around the dragon, trying to get it to move. It took about five minutes before he finally got it airborne, and then it was only a matter of executing a few crazy seeker moves. Once he had the egg in hand, he immediately flew off, narrowly avoiding another stream of fire. He didn't stop until he was at the exit. The crowd was cheering loudly as Harry landed, holding up the egg for them all to see. Before he could do anything else, he was slammed backwards by a large object. This object was capped with bright red hair, and Harry ...