Madame Maxime gave him an Eight, Crouch put up a Nine, Dumbledore followed suit and also gave Harry a Nine, Bagman gave him a direct Ten.
Karkaroff gave him, unsurprisingly, a Four.
"What a biased piece of shit. The only one to get higher than a Five was Krum, scored Ten by Karkaroff, he was probably seething why hadn't he thought to suggest a 'flying' broomstick, to the world's greatest Seeker?" Lucifer said under his breath, giving the man a sidelong glance, wanted to flick his left wrist in the public right there.
"Yeah, I'll go find Fleur..."
Eve and Gabrielle went running, while Hermione dragged Lucifer along with her to go and find Harry. Ron was following them as well, apparently needing to see Harry from the way he was acting, gaze of envy completely evaporated
They entered the Med-Tent and saw Harry sitting on a bed with Madam Pomfrey having just walked away to go and check back on Cedric.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled after entering the tent, but it was Lucifer who should be complaining about her vice-like grip on his palm, "That was amazing!"
"Well done, Harry, that was spectacular," Lucifer said, clapping him on the shoulder with his free palm that didn't get hurt, "And I'm sorry, I didn't help any with your preparations."
"Nah, don't worry about it," Harry said and looked past, both turned and saw Ron was standing there awkwardly, "M-Mate... I'm sorry for being a prat... someone clearly wants you done in, if they are willing to enter you into Tournament..."
"Oh, finally figured that out, have you?" Harry asked with a bit of loathing in his voice.
Ron clearly was nervous, and was fidgeting back and forth. He looked up at them and his face was paling, "If, If you can forgive me, o-or at least tolerate me... I can live with that until you do forgive me again."
Harry walked up to Ron, and for half a second, Lucifer thought a fight was going to break out, but he pulled the red head into a brotherly hug, "Don't be a prat again, and we won't have this problem..."
They let go of each other and Ron looked relieved, "You got it, mate."
"Potter!" A voice from behind them sounded it was Professor McGonagall's voice, "Potter, well done, very well done!"
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said, slightly dazed.
"Come along please, the Champions are needed to be informed about the after-Task challenge," She said and led Harry to the Tent he had walked out of earlier.
"So, what do you think that Golden Egg is for?" Ron asked them.
"Something to do with the next Task, no doubt," Hermione answered him.
"I'll meet you both back at the Common Room, I'm going to see how Fleur's doing," Lucifer said and walked away after waving to both.
He wandered around for a bit, looking for the recognizable Beauxbatons outfits that they wore.
It took a moment, but he eventually found them, all huddling around Fleur. He walked up and stood off to the side, not wanting to interrupt.
"Fleur, je suis tellement contente que tu ailles bien!"
"Avez-vous eu peur?"
"Avez-vous vu ce bel étudiant borgne arrêter ce dragon?"
"Il t'a sauvé la vie, n'est-ce pas?"
Lucifer heard several girls say.
"Laisse Fleur respirer un peu," Madame Maxime said, coming up behind Fleur, "Il semblerait que vous ayez un visiteur, Fleur."
All of the girls suddenly turned and looked at him, Lucifer glanced at all and gave a wave, causing them to giggle uncontrollably. They separated so he could walk up, "Congratulations, Fleur, on getting past your Dragon and collecting the Egg."
"Zank you," She said, smiling gratefully, "and zank you for saving my life when zat Dragon got free. Gabrielle also said zat you saved 'er's and Eve's life, zank you so much for zat as well," Fleur stood up, walked over to him, and kissed him on the cheek as thanks.
"Hey, you vixen!"
It wasn't just that he felt another pair of lips on his other cheek, Lucifer already realised who the culprit was. The girls around them all swooning at the affection both gave him.
"Ah, don't mention it," he said, his cheeks reddening slightly.
"Go on, I am sure zat your friends weel be missing you when 'arry opens 'is Egg," Fleur said, insisting on him going to see his friends.
"Okay....."
"I'll talk to you later, Eve," Lucifer smiled and waved goodbye to her, "Au revoir," he said to the rest of them. Upon him saying that, they all giggled again, crowded both Fleur and Eve this moment as he walked off.
And to Lucifer's good day, he quickly caught up to Hermione as she was just waiting for him just a couple of metres away. Only when he was about to reach her.
To her dismay again, a group of Beauxbaton girls with large cards with lipstick stains on them, bottles of whiskey, probably from Madame Maxime'e personal stash, and a plate of cauldron cakes.
Hermione groaned as the Lucifer Morningstar 'fan' club ran towards him to thank upon saving Fleur, he was instantly scooped up into a hug by Emily Weir, and could feel hands gently rubbing all over.
"Furnunculus!" Hermione cast, an evil grin spreading over her face as all the girls started pointing at each other, pimples and boils sprouting all over their faces.
"Lucifer! Look away!" Emily cried. "I'm hideous!"
"Nothing's changed then!" Hermione spat at her.
"Ridikulus!"
Hermione disappeared, and in her place was a Bobo doll, with her face on it.
"All curses end," Lucifer whispered in a growl, his eyes glowing red, pushing the girls away from him by waving his hand, stepping in between his girlfriend and Emily.
He waved his hand again, and with a pop, Hermione regrew her legs and went to throw a punch at Emily.
"Granger, no!" Lucifer caught her fist.
"Thank you, Lucifer," Emily said in a sickly sweet voice.
"Shut up! Leave us alone!"
"What is going on here?" Professor
McGonagall rounded corner, after she had delivered Potter, "Miss Granger, what is the meaning of this?"
"Professor." Hermione's voice turned to a sad one, and tears started leaking from her eyes. "Th-they were s-sexually ass-assaulting Lucifer, a-and I tried t-to stop them, but-but they t-teamed up on me..."
"Is this true, girls? Did you sexually assault Mr Morningstar?"
"She's lying! She cursed us! Look, Professor! Look!" Emily said, showing off her growing pimples.
"Mr Morningstar? What do you say in this matter?"
"Don't ask him, he's clearly going to stick up for his girlfriend!"
"So now you acknowledge the fact that 'I' am his girlfriend?!" Hermione yelled at the bimbo for lacking morals, "You didn't care five minutes ago when you were feeling my boyfriend up!"
"Miss Weir! Is this true?" McGonagall asked with a stern gaze.
"Of course not, Professor!"
"Do not raise your voice at me young lady! I think your Headmistress would like to know your behaviour this evening."
"No, please!" Emily kept pleading as she and her friends chased the emerald robed Professor down the hall and away from the couple.
When they disappeared from sight, Hermione's eyes instantly cleared of all tears and her stuttering stopped.
"That was cruel... amazing, but cruel." Lucifer said with a smile."You're definitely 'my' girlfriend. Come on, let's get back to the common room before anything else happens."
They had just walked up when Harry opened it, and the most eardrum shattering sound was heard, he quickly closed the Egg after being dropped by Fred and George.
Lucifer was rubbing his ears in an effort to stop the ringing.
"What the 'bloody hell' was that?" Ron asked aloud.
"What!?" Hermione heard Lucifer ask in a higher pitch his supernatural ability didn't help either, she too was dumbstruck, she's had secretly thought it was solid gold, but turned out to be magical alloy.
"Well, Bagman did say that the Egg was a clue for the Second Task..." Harry said after standing up, "I just didn't think it'd have to be solved to get the clue."
"Argh," Lucifer finally stopped rubbing his ears, "can't have it be too easy, can we?"
"Regardless, this evening after dinner, we are celebrating your survival and passing of the First Task," Fred was glowing in rainbow colours.
"You've at least got to join us this time and enjoy it, Harry," George said, sounding like he wasn't giving Harry a choice.
Harry couldn't help but laugh, when his best friend Ron was having a fit this entire term, and Hermione selling off her 'family's discount,' he had a wave of regret surged through him back then. If... if he'd chosen Hufflepuff, would things have been better? There, perhaps, he would have met more, better friends.
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"Alright, alright."
The Common Room had now thinned out enough to where Harry was able to talk to the three of them, "I'm going to go upstairs and write a letter to Sirius and let him know I survived the First Task."
"Good idea, we'll go with you when you come down," Hermione said, her eyes roaming over Lucifer's ears she was talking.
For a second Harry didn't know who she was talking to. When he did eventually come back down, the four of them made their way to the Owlery. On the way, he was informing them all what Sirius had said about Karkaroff.
"Fits, doesn't it?" Ron asked them, "Remember what Malfoy said on the train, about his dad being friends with Karkaroff? Now we know where they knew each other. They were probably running around in masks together at the World Cup... I'll tell you one thing, though, Harry, if it 'was' Karkaroff who put your name in the Goblet, he's going to be feeling really stupid now, isn't he? Didn't work, did it?" he had asked as they made it to the Owlery.
"You only got a scratch! Here, let me hold him still," Ron then moved forward to grab Pigwidgeon, but the little Owl started to fly around in circles at the thought of making a delivery, which always excited it.
Ron eventually got a hold of Pig and let Harry tie the letter to his leg, "There's no way any of the other tasks are going to be that dangerous, how could they be?" he asked as he walked to the window and tossed Pigwidgeon out of it.
The tiny Owl plummeted about twenty feet before he caught traction on the wind and flapped his wings excitedly to the distance.
"Well, think of it this way, Weasely, in the First Task, all Harry had to do was get past a Dragon... It's safe to assume that in 'future' Tasks there'll be more than just one creature to deal with. It's easy to deal with one Magical Creature, but with multiple you have to constantly be thinking about what you're fighting against and how to defeat it," Lucifer said as they started to make their trek back to the Common Room.
"Well, don't I feel so much better?" Harry scoffed a bit amusedly, he had been guarding against Snape like he was some thief. Even the bat's walking in class made him act like, the greasy Professor was plotting.
He rubbed his temples in frustration, cause now Harry had been thoroughly traumatised by previous 'Defence Against the Dark Arts' professors. Whenever misfortune struck, his first thought was that the Defence professor wanted him dead, followed immediately by suspecting Snape.
He was like a startled bird, thankfully Professor Moody was a good guy, even kind hearted Lupin who was in a sense his family, came to be Werewolf, not that it bothered him.
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"You'll have Hermione helping you. You did great against the Dragon with only her help, don't see why Task Two and Three will be any different. And, if you want, I'll help you as well," Lucifer offered his assistance, he hadn't done it previously, because it wouldn't have mattered, this world's Sentiency definitely interfere, and erased the boy's memory, just like concept of negative House Points was wiped out as if it didn't exist.
That must have involved real Severus Snape somehow in the 'voting.'
"You sure you won't be hanging around with Eve at Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked in a slightly hostile tone.
Lucifer didn't answer her for that.
"I thought so!" She said, basically ending the topic.
Sure enough, after Dinner when they got back to Common Room, a party was thrown for Harry, just like Fred and George said they would. While at the party, many of them had been debating on what Golden Egg had contained, it had nearly sent everyone here early to afterlife.
"You know, that Egg sounded like it had a Banshee in it. Maybe you've got to get past one of those, Harry?" Seamus had suggested.
"Well, it's obvious you can't eat it."
Ron stared dreamily at the size of Omlette it would have made, which got him a few stares, Harry almost moved to hand it over to Hermione for safekeeping in the girls dorm.
"It was someone being tortured! That's what that sound was... You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!" Neville said, turning a ghostly white at the mere thought.
"Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal," George said, "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the Champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry."
"Want a jam tart, Hermione?" Fred came up and offered it to her.
Hermione looked skeptically at the plate and then back up to Fred.
"It's alright," he said, grinning, "I haven't done anything to them. If anything, it's the Custard Creams you've got to watch---" Fred had paused when Neville got choked and spit out the jam tart he had been eating, "Just my little joke, Neville..."
She took the jam tart, but didn't bite into it. Instead, prompted a question that she thought shouldn't be out of the loop, "Did you get all of this from kitchens, Fred?"
"Yep," Fred said, grinning at her. He then put on a high-pitched squeaky voice in a clear imitation of a House-Elf, " Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all! They're dead helpful... get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish enough for one."
"How do you get there?" She pressed, but in an innocently casual sort of curiosity.
"Easy. It's a concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it will giggle and---" He stopped and looked suspiciously at her, "Why?"
"Just to see how their conditions are, honest," She said, and her tone sounded really honest to Lucifer.
"I believe her," He supported, enjoying one of the cakes that was present at the party.
"Of course you would," George said, trying to refrain from grinning.
"She's my girlfriend, but she is being honest about her intentions. With all the people who have bought an S.P.E.W. badge, Hermione wouldn't dare throw all that effort away," Lucifer paused and looked at her, hoping she wasn't about to mail order another stack of mufflers using Rowena, "Would you?"
"Of course not. You made many excellent points in setting me straight on how to go about helping the House Elves, I wouldn't ruin all of your work and effort you put into it," Hermione gave him a warm gaze, and then even sweetly smiled at him.
"See?" Lucifer asked George, who just shook his head.
"Whenever we next get some time, Lucifer, we should go and see them down in the Kitchens," Hermione suggested to him.
"Alright, we'll do that, yeah," he nodded at her kindly. She simply beamed at him, elated that he wanted to go with her. 'What's up with sudden change in her moods? She's jumping between inner Granger's too rapidly.'
Come to this of it, at the Professors' stands, even Trelawney had come out to watch, who for this entire term had been maintaining her 'Inner Eye' in the tower. That was clearly an excuse for slacking off, she was probably drowning with her sherry bottles, Lucifer had gifted like promised.
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