Harry Potter and the Green-Flame Torch

Sister companies of the Daily Prophet include: Witch Weekly, Which Broomstick, WWF Radio Station, WN TV station and Which Magician, and the owner of this vast conglomerate is Ceasar Diggory. His father had been running it for more than twenty years before him and he had always wanted to see Ceasar run it. Ceasar’s father always knew that he was a winner right from the beginning and that’s why he gave him all the opportunities that the boy needed, but he was be careful not to spoil him though. There was not a single girl who could resist Ceasar’s charm and not a single man who thought he was brainless. Ceasar had it all-fame, fortune and good looks. Sometimes he wished that he had a brother or a sister on whom he could confide his inner feelings though, for when you are successful, you have a lot of enemies and spies, and that afternoon as he sat on his chair with a new copy of the Which Magician, he was thinking grimly about how many new enemies he would make. But then again, he thought to himself, it doesn’t depict Harry or Ron as a bad person, on the other hand, it makes them seem like a victim-which is the truth, and besides, it says a lot of good stuff about them! Ceasar sighed, and ignoring the front cover which contained a large picture of Harry, Ron and Torch all hugging together at the Quidditch match and the heading “ She is not potty about Potter!” he turned to the centre page and looked at the three individual pictures of the trio (Torch’s picture looked more goddess like as ever) with their name underneath each. He then looked further down and began reading the scoop.

“Poets have written poems about him, singers have sung songs about him and wizards from Bangladesh to America love him so much that they have fondly named him the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ and that boy is none other than Harry Potter. With a twinkle in his eye and a smile upon his face, Harry can charm his way in to anything. People might fondly call him the boy-who-lived, but instead of sitting back and enjoying all the fame and fortune the world has given him or leaving in luxury and holding interviews like some uptight celebrities, Harry lives in his school dorm with four other boys and refuses any special treatment from anyone. Indeed you would think him very simple if you had seem him practicing Quidditch day and night, come wind or the sun. ‘Impossible’ is a word that is not in his dictionary (proof is one of our correspondent).

Caesar didn’t read anymore, it might be because he had already read the article, or he didn’t feel like reading it. In any case, he was feeling uneasy. When his father was running the papers, he was making such an effort to restore the family’s relationship with Fudge that he turned a blind eye to the truth and wrote whatever Fudge told him to. And then when the truth came out…Regos Diggory suffered such a huge blow that he handed all the power to Ceasar. And now…somewhat Ceasar had a feeling that publishing that article wasn’t such a good idea after all…but then again, it didn’t say anything bad about Harry! It was no use thinking about it, what was done, was done and there is nothing that he could do about it right now.
In any case, Ceasar was always thinking of throwing out a huge party at his mansion in which prominent member of the society would be invited and Harry Potter and his friends were always such a huge bunch of socialites.
*

It was two weeks after the Gryffindor’s win that the magazine containing the supposed love triangle between Harry, Ron and Torch hit the market and in no time at all the trio becomes an item, and that single piece of article made Harry loose the little respect he still had for the media. When he was trying to save their life, they made him out to be some deranged lunatic, and before that they strung him along with the girl of his Quidditch hero, and now this! Harry had had enough of this and even though Ron was practically laughing his head off at the idea of Harry and Torch being together, which is ridiculous because he was Torch, Harry wasn’t very much impressed.
‘And they made you out to be some sick puppy!’ he shouted at Ron who was hidden behind the magazine in the common room, quacking with laughter as he read the article again for what seemed like the hundredth time. ‘Stop laughing! And listen to this-’ he said snatching the magazine out of his hands“many people were disgusted to see that he (Wesaley) was running after her, panting like a puppy in heat”! What the bloody hell on earth is that suppose to mean! Don’t you think its an insult!’
Ron finally recovered and trying to keep a straight face, turned to Harry and said ‘All right I’m a bit disappointed, (Harry looked furiously at him) I mean a lot disappointed that they made me out to be the disloyal friend and the sexually frustrated guy, but come on Harry-you and Torch! It’s like people accusing you of literarily falling in love with yourself!’
‘What about you! Don’t you like Torch!’ Harry shot at him gloweringly, and for the first time saw a flicker of uneasiness appear on Ron’s face.
‘Don’t be stupid!’ he said hitching back a smile ‘how can I like her when I’ve been telling my own sister to dump Dean and go after you instead.’
‘Ron! I thought we had this conversation before! Shouted Ginny indignantly ‘about not mentioning that subject in front of other people!’
‘Don’t be stupid Ginny,’ he said laughing ‘I know that you’ll marry Harry someday!’
‘Yeah, right. And how many of your stupid predictions ever came true!’ She shot at him.
‘The point is, you’re my sister and Harry’s my best friend and of course I want you two to get married someday-’
‘He’s just avoiding your question Harry. Don’t let him get away with it.’ Ginny said loudly.
*

Look, jenny, how can you bring back Sirius to life? To me , it makes no sense, whatsoever. Miss Rowling killed him off, for a reason.The books are supposed to get darker, with more deaths.
Very strange on your opinion on beyond the veil.

Originally posted by dark1365
Look, jenny, how can you bring back Sirius to life? To me , it makes no sense, whatsoever. Miss Rowling killed him off, for a reason.The books are supposed to get darker, with more deaths.
Very strange on your opinion on beyond the veil.

Ok, here comes the next part of the story...

The light flickered on the hallway of the large mansion of Little Hangleton. About 20-hooded people stood on a tight circle and in the middle of this circle was a tall, thin man with snake-like red slits for eyes. In front of him was a large cauldron filled with deep red liquid that was bubbling and frothing.
‘Bring me the bag Wormtail.’ The man ordered softly in his cold voice.
‘Yes, my Lord!’
A small man with a bald patch on top of his head scurried forward, clutching a small brown pouch and handed it to Lord Voldemort.
‘And now,’ said Lord Voldemort ‘behold as I open the gate for you so that you may capture the slave that needs to be captured!’ and with that he tipped the entire content of the bag on to the cauldron.
Death Eaters watched as the sparkly red powder fell to the container. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Then as if a plug was being pulled right from the centre, a white whirlpool appeared at the middle, first small, then it grew bigger and bigger until it was the same size as the cauldron. It was like watching out of the outer space through a circular window, thought the death eaters as they gazed down at the cauldron.
There were billions of stars clustered on to the white background. Trees with tentacles floated in mid space, while a bendy water stream ran for miles and miles-as far as the eye could see.
‘Go my followers. I await your return, and even though you have irked me more than necessary, I have a feeling that you will succeed.’
Though Lord Voldemort said all these softly, his followers thought as if it was a whip through the air and vowed to themselves that if they didn’t succeed, than they would take their own life rather than face the Dark Lord’s wrath.
Lucius Malfoy sighed, and then heaved himself through the portal hole. There was a hissing noise and all the lights and the stars flickered off for a second as they tried to let in the scavengers.
Voldemort watched as one by one his Death Eaters jumped through the hole.
‘Shall I close the Door my lord?’ Wormtail asked tentatively. Voldemort gave him the approval sign and Wormtail suddenly poked the cauldron with his wand so that it made a hole in the cauldron. The whirlpool shuddered for a moment. The blood seeped through the hole and instead of staining the whole carpet; it vanished in to a cloud of smoke. The moment it was done, Voldemort collapsed on to the floor in heaps.
‘My lord!’ Wormtail cried in a scandalised tone as a tall woman with long black hair and heavily leaded eyes rushed to his side.
‘My lord! You have become weak! You must rest and I promise that I will take care of you no matter what!’ she said almost crying.
‘That wont be necessary, Bella. I will only have fully recovered if my Death Eaters are successful in their mission.’
‘My lord, why did you not send me? I can fight better than all of them combined.’ She said as her lower lips trembled.
‘Ah, Bella, if you went then who would look after my affairs in here. True, you are a sufficient user of the dark Arts but you lack patience. You attack before you think, Bella. And I have thought that you would dwell nicely if you were under my care, then you wont be able to act so rashly.’
Bellatrix Lestrange could only look on as she fought hard to hold back the tears on seeing the Dark Lord so weak.
‘My lord, you must rest now. Pretty soon we will be needing another cauldron of your blood, and I have already prepared the potion for you so that you may regenerate the blood that you lost.’ Said Wormatil clearly jealous of Lestrange end eager to impress the Dark Lord. ‘I just hope that your faithful followers understand how much you have suffered just to open the door for them.’
‘So do I Wormtail, so do I.’ Said Voldemort and as he tried to get up, both Wormtail and Lestrange rushed forward to help him, but he pushed them aside and got to his feet, unaided.
Bellatrix watched silently as the Dark Lord made his way to his room, followed by Wormtail who was ready to catch him if he showed any sign of weakness. The mere sight of the Dark Lord being so weak agonised Bella, for she worshipped him greatly. Or was it love? Bella remembered when she first clapped her eyes on him. She was barely twenty and her life was a mess. Her respectable pure blood family had disinherited her, and she along with her husband was living in the street. The only means of work available for her acquired her to use her god-gifted beauty. Then one day, she happened to stumble upon the Dark Lord, who as roaming the dark streets of London, trying to find more followers. She thought he was a customer, but he pushed her away. Angered, Bellatrix attacked him again and again, every time loosing drastically, and the Dark Lord seeing her potentials merely said to her, ‘The Dark powers resides strongly inside you. Take my hand, and I will help you to muster it. I promise you, you will never regret it.’ Bella didn’t know why she did it, it must’ve been the power of his voice or the power that she thought she felt coming from inside him. Anyway, she took his hand and the dark lord taught her personally, and he only taught her the Dark arts. And she and her husband and her brother-in-law were always called upon to do important missions. Bellatrix also remembered how handsome the dark lord looked before he had those slits for eyes-tall and dark, and his eyes would burn like green emeralds. He might not look like that anymore, but it was nothing to her, and even she doesn’t know when her admiration turned in to something else. But there is one thing she knows-the dark lord will never fall in love with her for he lusted after power too much. And so she tried to live under these circumstances and wished that she would fall out of this phase very soon.
*

‘Must you touch every thing I own!’ Hermione retorted.
‘I said I was sorry didn’t I?’ Ron yelled.
‘Well sorry doesn’t count! Look at what you did to my book!’
‘Well at least I didn’t tear them did I? What’s the matter with you?’
‘They are my books! My belongings! My! And no one has the right to just come and snatch them away from me!’
Ron stared at her, stunned. ‘Hermione,’ he said in a hurt voice ‘Hermione, I thought we were friends.’
Hermione stood there and looked at him, just as stunned. Then she blinked and turned away from him.
‘Forget it, its nothing.’ She said walking away.
‘No Hermione, wait! I want some answers!’ Ron said rushing forward and blocking her path. ‘Hermione,’ he said again, ignoring some of the people who were staring endlessly at them, as she hung her head ‘what’s the matter with you? Lately you’ve been very angry with me. Why are you like this Hermione? I thought we were suppose to be best friends-’
‘Best friends?’ Hermione said witheringly as she finally looked up at him. ‘That’s what you think! And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, then there is no point in explaining it to you!’ and with that she turned away, leaving Ron in a very confused state as he stood there alone.
‘Pssst, hey Potter! How’s it going it with Porter! When are you two going to do it again!’
‘Shut up!’ said Harry.
It’s been like this ever since the article appeared-unbearable and unbelievable. But Ginny had more to say about it then probably anyone.
‘What I don’t get is how could they do such a thing like this! Specially after trashing Harry for months only to realize that he had been telling the truth along and they were hindering him! They should be concentrating on how to praise him even more!’ she was saying the next day.
‘You’ve just answered your own question. They were the one’s who were trying to make him look bad. You really didn’t expect them to change their tune so suddenly, I mean sure they are saying how such great person Harry is and all, but its their way of saying that “ sure you might be famous but we did trash you, so don’t even think that we will get all sugary with you-we’ve got out own dignity to maintain.” ’ Explained Hermione ‘But if you ask me, I think it would’ve been a lot better if they had just come face to face with him and said “we trashed you, but you turned out to be right so don’t think that it has changed everything”, rather then had that rubbish article published.’
‘So you believe that Torch and I are not together then?’ Ron asked, suddenly brightening up.
‘I believe that Harry does not lust after her.’ Hermione said coldly.
‘Hey you guys!’
They all turned and saw Torch rushing towards them as she climbed through the portrait hole. Hermione made a sour face and edged away from them. Torch ignored her and turned towards Harry instead.
‘Its done!’ she said breathlessly.
‘What’s done?’ Harry asked looking quizzical.
‘Sirius! He’s in the news! The Ministry of Magic caught up with him, or he caught up with them most likely! Come on!’
She dragged him through the portrait hole, down some flight of stairs and in to Professor McGonagol’s office, closely followed by Ron and Ginny. The Professor was already standing in front of the fire, looking as the fire projected what looked like images-it was a wizard’s TV cum fireplace.
‘Thought you would like to know.’ She said stepping away.
Harry watched as he saw Sirius, Mr Weasley and a dozen other highly official looking Ministry people were sitting in front of a large table in a raised platform. Sitting in front of them were hundreds of reporters, all extremely quite as they took note of what Mr Weasley was saying.
‘Yes, we have found him ladies and gentleman!’ he said beaming as they clicked away madly in their camera. ‘The Ministry found Sirius Black yesterday. The Ministry would like to take this opportunity to apologize deeply about all the troubles that we had put him through. And,’ Mr Weasley paused as he gave a smile ‘and even though the Order of Merlin doesn’t usually do this…they have decided that this years Bravest People’s category of the Order of the Merlin First Class would now go to Mr Black!’
There was a roar of approval and a great of clapping at this. Mr Weasley resumed again as the noise had subsided a bit ‘Eager though I know you all are, Mr Black cannot be questioned today-’ there was a great deal of outcry at this ‘it is his wish, not ours. But, I will read out to you the press statement he had written.’ Sirius smiled mildly at Mr Weasley at this.
Harry watched mesmerized, as tears of happiness fell down his cheek.
‘Why didn’t he tell me?’ he asked.
‘He wanted it to be a surprise.’ Professor McGonagol said hoarsely. Harry looked at her, she too was crying and didn’t even bother to hide her tears. Harry was rather startled, for Professor McGonagol was the sort of person who rarely showed her weakness. ‘He loves you very much Potter. You’re like a son to him. I hope you know how lucky you are to have him as your godfather.’
All Harry could do was shed more tears of happiness.
*

Yes, of course I did. I'm a very tough critic. So i'm not going to bother you anyways, since i'm writing my own version of the sixth book. Try to restrain yourself, from ranting about my version. I hate ranters...don't even bother to read what they have to say.

I must say, I would like to Sirius back to life - IMO Remus and he were the best character in the books - but I must also say that I believe Rowling won't write him alive again, except maybe in dreams or something. It was a very inventive way of keeping him alive though, I do like it. (No doubt I['ll be wrong just because I wrote that 😛)

Why do you think he is not going to come back? After all, aren’t people mad that she killed him off and the fact remains that she is always avoiding questions related to Sirius. I think the only reason that she is doing this is because everyone is expecting him to come back and that is the only thing that they talk about. If she had told us that he will be back then no body is going to buy the next bok anymore cause we already know whats in it.

Ok, and here comes the next part of the story.

November passed in to December and along came with it the snow. When the sixth years weren’t practicing on perfecting their Human Transfiguration on their friends, or researching Professor Mendez’s Antidote to Higher Poisons, or learning Fundamental Defence jinx’s from Bill (Harry and his former DA members were far ahead than anyone in the class), or caring for the large Abraxan horses, or practicing the Advanced Befuddlement Charm, or some people like Hermione, learning the properties of Aquavirusmaggots, or some people like Harry, Ron and Torch, practicing Quidditch in the cold weather (the other would’ve rather died then say ‘no’ to him), they were playing on the snow or bewitching snow balls to chase each other or tabooing. Harry couldn’t wait to get back to Grimmauld Place and talk to Sirius in person. Though he had informed his godfather very well that he was very cross with him for not telling him about his surprise press conference, Harry knew that he couldn’t stay angry at him for long (so the next second he broke in to a huge grin and had said ‘You were brilliant Sirius! Really awesome!’-With admiring eyes).
However, not everyone was happy about his or her holidays. Ron was practically grinding his teeth whenever he would see Hermione for she was always discussing her holiday plans with Krum in a loud voice so that everybody, and specially Ron, could hear.
‘Yes, Viktor and I have been planning on visiting his parent’s lodge on the Bulgarian countryside!’ she would say ‘Its just the two of us there you know? Viktor says that he is really looking forward to this since he had so little time after taking up Quidditch full time.’
‘Ah, so Ginny…where are you guys spending your Christmas this year?’ Harry asked turning away.
‘With you of course. There is just no point in going back to the Burrow, is there? Mum and dad wont be there. No Fred and George-no point at all.’ She said.
‘Oh come on; you mustn’t be so gloomy about Christmas-we get to spend it with Sirius you know!’
‘Easy for you to say,’ she said ‘you’ve got a hot godfather you can be proud of. I’ve got no good looking brothers and no one comes chasing after them. They don’t even know what girls want. No body, not even other boys know what girls want! They think we should just give and give and they should just take and take!’ Ginny was shouting now, and people were starting to stare at her. Suddenly she stopped and realised what she had been doing.
‘Oh, um, I’m sorry.’ She said dazed, and ran for it.
Not wanting to remain with a vengeful Hermione and an angry Ron, Harry went after her.
‘Ginny?’ he called out as he climbed out of the portrait hole. He found her one floor below, concealed behind a large tapestry on the wall. The whole floor was deserted and he could hear her sobs.
‘Ginny, what’s wrong?’ he asked concerned as he pulled back the tapestry and joined her.
‘Its-its Dean!’ she sobbed ‘we’ve had a fight and we’re not talking to each other…and I don’t know who to talk to. Hermione’s too busy with her plans with Krum and I don’t want to ruin anything for her.’
‘Well-well, what did you and Dean fight about!’
‘Oh, silly stuff. He says that I am not spending enough time with him and that I am not there when he needs me, stuff like that. Oh Harry, I feel so terrible!’ she wailed and tried not to burst in to tears. ‘And my birthdays in two days. Boy, is this gonna be the worst birthday ever.’ She said trying to smile.
‘Well, how old are you gonna be?’
‘Fifteen, I’m gonna be fifteen, and I’ve got no friends to celebrate it with.’
‘Don’t say that!’ Harry said crossly ‘I’ll be there for you!’
Ginny looked up and smiled mildly at him.
‘Thanks a lot Harry. That would be great.’
Relieved, Harry broke in to a smile and looked at her so protectively that it made her forget some of her worries. Ginny knew that Ron loved him and there was a good reason for it. Harry possessed so many good qualities that were rarely seen these days. He was the sort of person who would risk their life to save the life of their friends and being his best friends little sister, the least Ginny could do was be nice to him.
*

I still think people would buy the book, and if she was going to do that, she'd say something like, "There'll be a big surprise in the next book."
The point is that she said when she wrote Sirius' death she was crying or something. I don't know why she would, but I suppose it's a big thing, killing off a character.

However, this is a conversation for the HP forumm, which I no longer frequent because of the childish arguements there. I do like your story though, so this is no representation on that, in which you have every right to do as you wish.

hello.... first i would like to say that i love yoohr writting...but i was wondering if hermione and harry are going to get together??? i mean...i haven't read all of the story but i was just wondering ....thanx.

Nah, I’m sorry to say it but Hermione and Harry are never going to be together in this story, and am proud of it! There are several reasons for it, first of all, I really hate her and I think that she is very annoying and bossy. Oh, and a lot of people have asked me this, but in this story, you hardly ever see Harry get romantic with anyone and I have deliberately done this because no matter whatever other fanfic I go to, all as I see is Harry getting depressed about Sirius’s death, and in the next moment when they should at least do anything about it, they pair him off with some girl. It really pisses me off.
Anyway, this is the story where you get to interact with the other characters, and as you have seen, I sometimes take you in to their mind, which is a good thing because you know what they want and how much they want it. Ok, so let me just take this opportunity to say that I have almost reached the half of the story, and at the end or maybe at the near end, you get to know whom Harry will get married to, but I think I have already let it slip. 😉

Ok, and here comes the next part of the story...

Ok, and here comes the next part of the story...

Six days after that they were packing their trunks for Grimmauld Place, except for Hermione who would be going to Bulgaria with the chauffeured driven magical limousine that Krum had sent for her.
‘Well see ya!’ she said as the driver lifted her luggage at the back of the car, and a minute later, she and the car shot to the clouds and were on their way to Bulgaria.
Ron and the others watched as it got smaller and smaller until finally it had completely disappeared.
‘Well,’ said Ginny turning back to the Thestral pulled carriages that would take them to Hogsmeade station ‘lets get on one of them or they will all be taken.’
They all turned and climbed on one of the empty one, and as soon as Torch had closed the door, it rattled its way to its destination.
Once there and when they could all see the red, billowing Hogwarts station, the four of them got down from the carriage and found empty compartment for themselves and pretty soon, they were all on their way to King’s Cross station.
When Harry got down from the train, he could see Sirius, Lupin and Mrs. Weasley waiting for them at the station.
‘Hey, how’ve you been?’ he asked as Ginny greeted him.
‘Oh look, there he is!’ Gushed a woman. Harry turned around and saw her take a picture of Sirius. Sirius gave her a small smile and turned to Harry with a nod.
‘I knew I should’ve disguised myself. But hey, its been a while since I was last recognized on the streets.’
‘Aah, its good to see you too.’ Harry said smiling.
‘You two are really something you know that?’ Mrs. Weasley said disgustedly. ‘Its been months since you last saw each other and you cant even give each other a hug!’
‘Sirius, it’s so good to see you mate! How’ve you been? That press conference was really sensational!’ said Ron coming over to greet him with Torch at his heels. After the usual greetings were exchanged, Harry, Ron, Torch and Ginny were heading for the iron archway but Lupin stopped them.
‘I’m afraid you guys can’t use them today.’ He said ‘we’ve got a special carriage for safety reasons and Dumbledore prefers that we use it.’ And with that he led them through the ticket boot and in to another room. There, perched on the floor was a black and white limousine (picture: http://www.fishcat.com/wedding/story/honeymoon/pix/limo.jpg ) They all climbed aboard it and surprising them all, Mundungus spoke from the driver’s seat and had said ‘Ok, here we go!’ and with that, he had started the car and headed straight towards the wall. But instead of smashing in to it, the next second, they were driving alongside clouds.
‘Whoa! This car can fly!’ Ginny exclaimed.
‘Mundungus, be sure that the Invisibility Booster is working! If any muggle sees us-’
‘Just relax Molly!’ Dung yelled over his shoulder ‘this baby was Fudge’s! I’m sure he wouldn’t go around riding a faulty car!’
Ten minutes later, Harry could see the familiar street lamps, chimneys and television aerials of Grimmauld Place, and even though the grimy fronts of the surrounding houses were not welcoming, Harry felt right at home.
‘I was thinking of transferring my house elsewhere.’ Sirius said.
‘Come off it’ Harry said laughing ‘you’re house is the biggest mansion I’ve ever seen!’
‘Well, you can transfer a house from one place to another, but it costs you a lot of gold. I really use to like my old house. It was just by the countryside, but I haven’t been there in fourteen years and I’m sure it’s all wrecked now. Still, I really use to like its environment and though I’ve had my parent’s house completely transformed the air in it still reminds me of the dreadful childhood I had.’
‘You really use to hate your parents didn’t you?’ Ginny asked tentatively.
‘You could say that. They weren’t the greatest parents on the world.’ He said.
‘Ok people standby. ‘ Said Moody as Lupin lit a fire to the piece of paper he was just reading from. A split second later a house seemed to squeeze its way out of thin air as it pushed the other ones away. A second later, Harry was staring at the large Grimmauld Place. Lupin smiled back at them and rang the doorbell. The door creaked open and they all trooped inside the house as it vanished from the face of the earth the moment Moody had closed the door.
‘Welcome home everyone!’ said a voice faintly. Harry turned around and tried to see who it was, but he couldn’t find it and forgot all about it as he was led to his room.
*
‘For crying out loud! I’m fine everyone. Get it! So just leave me alone!’ Ron said the next night at supper.
‘Ron you’ve been really…different lately.’ Harry blurted out.
Ron glared at the plate in front of him.
‘Not that it’s a bad thing.’ Harry said hastily ‘but…it’s just that it’s Christmas.’ He finished lamely. Ron said nothing. It was true that he had been really bad tempered lately and no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thing about the fact that Hermione might, right now, be in Krum’s arms. But then again, when was he so worried about who ever she went out with? What was it that had changed? He didn’t use to care what happened to her in their first, second or third year. When was it then? Was it perhaps on the night when Fleur had turned him down and so he went and asked Hermione to go to the Ball with him because he didn’t have anyone else to ask? Or was it when he saw her with Krum instead? Thinking back of old times brought back a lot of old memories as well.
He lay down on his bed after supper and glanced at the clock, it was one o’clock in the morning. He thought he felt drowsy as he heard soft footstep outside his room. A few seconds later, the door creaked open a little. He sat bolt upright. Harry was sitting in the next room, surely he wouldn’t wasn’t a nighttime chat at this hour? He then saw the silhouette of a girl with long hair.
‘Torch?’ he called out softly.
‘Shh.’ She whispered back.
‘Torch, what are you doing? It’s already one in the morning.’ He said.
‘I know. I just wanted to…to come and see you.’ She said.
Ron watched as she lit the soft candles with her wand.
‘I just thought that you might need someone…right now. I sense something’s bothering you. What is it?’
Ron marveled at how accurate she was and he launched in to a speech detailing everything that had been bothering him. Torch listened as she sat on one corner of his bed. When he had finished, she crawled up to sit next to him, and suddenly, he felt wide-awake and unnaturally active. Was it because she was so close to him?
‘Ron,’ she said ‘I know that you feel miserable and all, but trust me-’
He wasn’t listening to her anymore. He was staring at her breasts and suddenly realized that she was wearing a white dress made out of moslin that was so thin, that it even showed the tiny red bra that she was wearing. He watched, fascinated as she moved and the effect it had on her. Suddenly, without thinking, he reached out with both hands and tore away at her dress. The moment it was done, he snatched the bra away and was finally able to touch and rub.
‘What!’ he cried as he saw the expression on her face. ‘They were getting on the way!’ he added stupidly. Torch slapped his hands away.
‘Don’t you know manners?’ she demanded. Ron finally came to his senses.
‘I-I-I’ he stuttered, highly embarrassed.
‘When you’re with a girl, you let her do the first moves.’ She continued.
‘Huh?’
‘Now, let me do my thing.’ And with that, she threw him back on the bed.
‘Torch, wh-what are you doing.’
‘Just what you wanted,’ she said, emphasizing on the last word ‘Ron.’
Ron couldn’t think straight anymore. His whole mind went limp as he felt Torch kiss him all over, as he felt her hands reliving him of all of his clothing. All he could do now was do whatever she wanted him to do. She had seized his hands and had placed them on her behind so that he would massage them. Then she guided him inside her.
Ron felt the warmth inside her and it seemed to warm up his whole body even more. Meanwhile, Torch felt him very much inside her and was ecstatic about his size, which
turned out to be enormous. And a few moments later erected, making the total size so enormous that it made her orgasm. Seeing her on the climax, made Ron orgasm as well…and so the chain continued…
*
Meanwhile at the same time in Bulgaria,
‘Vould you like some more drinks Herm-own-ninny?’ asked the dark haired Krum.
Hermione looked up and caught a glance of his prominent nose before returning back to her supper.
‘No, thank you.’ She said. They were all sitting at the second floor of his parent’s lodge and the pair of them was having a solitary dinner, there was no one else on the house.
‘Listen Herm-own-ninny,’ Krum began ‘there is something that we need to talk abou-’
‘Oh please!’ she burst out ‘its Her-my-o-knee or Her-my-knee.’
‘I-I’m sorry.’ Said Krum bewildered.
Suddenly Hermione realized what she had done and expertly turned the whole thing in to a joke.
‘Gotcha!’ she cried pointing at him and laughing. Krum gave a few nervous laughs before trying to pick up the thread of what he wanted to say.
‘Lets just go outside.’ Hermione interrupted him before he could get the words out ‘I think they have already put up the fireworks.’
‘Yes, lets.’
The pair of them trooped on to the balcony overlooking a small river. Once they were settled, they went about to watch the brilliant display of the pyrotechnics.
The night was cool and cozy and the air was pleasant. The sky was littered with both real and artificial stars. It was all so perfect. Hermione looked at him and he looked at her. They leaned forwards until their lips touched. Krum held her in his hands for a while before parting. Hermione looked at him for a while before returning back to her gazing and what Krum wanted to say went unsaid as they returned to their separate rooms half an hour later together.
*

‘The board is set and the pieces are moving, Sirius.’ Mundungus said.
‘Good. When is he coming?’
‘As soon as he can manage it.’
‘What sort of sucking up do you think he will do?’
‘Apart from the usual “you know, even though my paper publishes just the boring reports, I think your really brave and a notable person.’ I’d say he’d just keep his mouth shut and follow everything we say.’
‘That’s good.’
‘Yep I reckon so…now tell me Sirius, why exactly are we inviting this dude to the Headquarter?’
‘Because the little snob is the heir to the bloody…huge media corporate. Anyway, if we can have him on our side then he can publish whatever we say-that could be a huge advantage for us.’
‘Whatever. But I don’t think I can still forgive him.’
‘True, but you must remember it was his father who did all this, and besides, the only reason why he did it is because Fudge told him to.’
Dung shrugged his shoulder while Sirius sank in to his thoughts.
‘What’s up?’ Harry asked entering the living room and spotting his godfather and Dung huddled together. Sirius looked up and smiled at him.
‘I’ve got news that could send you to cloud nine.’ He said.
‘I’m waiting, hit me.’ Harry said dully.
‘You know the guy who runs Which Magician?’
‘What about him?’ Harry asked scathingly.
‘Well guess what, we have the idiot cornered and so now he has invited us to his manor over Christmas for a party-’
‘And you really think that I would go there!’
‘No, but that’s why Dumbledore invited him over here first.’
Harry stared at him.
‘And you think that’s a good idea?’ he said finally.
‘Well Dumbledore has his reasons. And besides, don’t you think that it’ll be something of a change to see the guy that has been spreading rumors about you to finally have him as your puppet?’
These last words had a great impact on Harry. He could still remember the first media attack he had when he was in fourth year and all the way until the end of fifth year.
So, over the course of time, he came to know the connection between Cedric and Ceasar Diggory. He also learned about the conditions between the two families and what had happened to them in the past.
On the set day, Harry woke up very early, as he was unable to sleep. All he could do that day was prance around the mansion. Torch couldn’t stand the tension any more.
‘I’m going in to the back yard.’ She said ‘Coming Ron?’
‘Yeah, ok.’
The moment she and Ron was well out of earshot, the doorbell rang-a sure sign that their expected visitor has arrived.
‘Its time.’ Said Mundungus before opening the door and welcoming their guest…
*

Ceasar had agreed to a secret meeting with Harry and Dumbledore. It was no big deal. Every huge celebrity did it, and it was just a precaution that he took so that their first time public gathering becomes a success.
So on Friday morning, Moody, Kingsley, Dedalus Diggle and Bill paid a visit to him. They waited until he had finished his work at half past four. Then Ceasar led them through a secret passage from his office to outside (Moody was highly suspicious of him all the time). Bill gave him a sharp look before taking a small and thin wizards communication device out of his pocket and giving instructions to someone on how to reach them.
‘They are here.’ Moody said a few minutes later.
Ceasar looked around, not a single car was on the road but still his four companions marched straight ahead as if they could see a car that he couldn’t.
‘Get in.’ Moody grunted, having mimed opening a car door and holding it open for him. ‘And watch your step and your head.’ He added as Ceasar finally got in to the invincible car.
But Ceasar still wasn’t confident, as he looked out of the window, worrying.
‘Don’t worry Mr Diggory, this vehicle is protected by a powerful shield charm. No one can see what’s going on inside, not if we have our window open.’ Dumbleodore said.
Ceasar jumped and looked in front of him where Dumbledore was sitting. Having been too occupied about his surroundings, he had completely forgotten to take notes of other things that were right in front of him.
Once they were sure that everything was perfectly in order, they headed for number 12 Grimmauld Place.

The seven of them, including Mundungus, walked through the long hallway. Ceasar looked around and from the looks of it he had gathered that number 12 Grimmauld Place (picture) was bigger and grander than his own manor (picture).
He walked on and after a few moments had reached the large living room. He was finally able to get a glimpse of its previous occupant as Moody finally stumped away from in front of him. But before he could do or say anything, he heard the horrified gasps of two of the people.
Harry had gathered all the information he could about Ceasar, but no body had ever told him that he was an exact replica of his dead cousin, Cedric. How could they? They never knew what effect he had on Harry…or how use to look like. Now as Harry looked at him, he actually thought that hewas Cedric, alive.
Ginny was just as shocked as he was.
‘Bur you’re dead!’ she said staring at him. ‘Harry saw you die! You-Know-Who killed you!’
‘There is no need to be alarmed.’ Dumbledore said calmly. ‘This is not Cedric Diggory-alive. Indeed, this is merely his cousin, Ceasar. I apologize; I should’ve informed you about their remarkable resemblance.’
Harry and Ginny slowly settled down, though they were still having enormous difficulty on swallowing just this simple piece of fact, that this guy was not Cedric. How could he not be? The voice, the smile, the laughs, the looks, the hair-everything was screaming “Cedric”!
Ceasar had just apologized about all the time that his papers had been putting anyone present in the room in any awkward or unwanted situation. He promised that this will never happen and that it was all because of his stupid father who was trying to impress Fudge at that time, and that he will now do anything that was in his power to make up for it.
It was at this time that Torch and Ron walked in to the room.
‘Hi Professor!’ Torch exclaimed smiling at Dumbledore. Then she stopped as her eyes landed on Ceasar. She just him, as if not sure to believe her eyes. Ron was already staring as hard as he could on him.
Ceasar gave the pair of them a weak smile before turning away. His initial reaction was of mass confusion when he saw Torch and Ron. What on earth was the pair of them doing on a secret society with Harry? Was there more to it then that meets the eyes? No, things definitely weren’t as they seemed. Dumbledore took a few minutes in explaining to them what he had told Harry and Ginny before.
Torch sat down, still staring unbelievably at him and Ceasar resumed his speech. When they had finished, everybody had pretty much gotten the gist of things.
Supper was served at the usual large dining room. In between gaps, Dumbledore quietly filled him on with the things that had been bothering him. So it was then that Ceasar came to know the relationship between Harry and Torch, and the rest he was pretty much able to guess by himself.
Meanwhile, Torch was seething. She had always hated Cedric more then Harry. He use to get everything he wanted. She could still remember when he defeated Gryffindor at Quidditch; he then beat her in asking Cho’s hand first; he was always preferred as the only Hogwarts champion, because he was so good looking and all; and then he died. And now here was someone who reminded her of him, plus there was the fact that he was the one who had been authorizing people to write nasty lies about her and Harry.

Ceasar was smart and had already gathered the fact that Torch didn’t like him. But every time he thought about it, he felt a pang of remorse. But for what? His questions haunted him so much that he even went so far as to go and ask her about it-against his better judgement.
‘So, nice weather, huh?’ he said stupidly.
Torch glared at him. He gave a faint smile as she walked away from him haughtily.
They had all finished their food and most of them were loitering between the living room, and the dining room, clutching glasses of wine, so that Torch’s general rudeness was very easily overlooked.
Still, Ceasar didn’t give up; he perused her all the way to the garden. The sky was cloudless and littered with stars everywhere and the moon was bright and beautiful.
He spotted her, sitting on the edge of the fountain. She had her hair down so that it looked like black water under the moon.
‘So,’ he began. Torch jumped and looked at him. ‘Please, don’t be alarmed.’ He continued. But she was already gathering her hair and heading inside.
‘Look, I know that you’re upset!’ he said desperately ‘You have every reason to be-even I was having a bad feeling after publishing that article-I didn’t know the relationship between you and him (Torch stopped)-come on! I’m a human being!’ he said desperately ‘and we make mistakes, and as a fellow human being you should give me another chance.’
‘I’m not human, Mr Diggory.’ She said coldly.
Ceasar stared at her. ‘But you look like one.’ He said.
She finally turned towards him and looked him straight in the eye and said ‘Well, in that case you must know how your false presumptions had affected my life.’ And with that, she turned and left him, standing there alone.
It was a while before Ceasar had regained his composure and joined the others, but by that time, Torch had already retired to her room.
*