Fire Goblets and Ice Queens

Chapter 1: Night Visions Across the Board.

Harry's P.O.V.

Shortly before he has his voldy dream (same day).

'I can't believe that Mr. Weasley has gotten us tickets to the Quidditch World Cup! Not even the Dursleys can ruin this!' I shouted in my head as I read, for the thousandth time, Ron's letter. I already sent my reply to him and even sent a letter to my friend Daphne about it.

See, nobody else knows this, especially the other Slytherins and Gryffindors, but me and the Ice Queen have became friends when we've been 'forced' to work together in class.

Truth be told though, our friendship was something out of the blue. How I caught her crying by herself in the owlery when I went to visit Hedwig a few weeks in during first year.

Flashback

I started feeling a bit out of breath as I neared the top of the tower. Normally I wouldn't be this out of it, but do to last night's, for lack of a better term, entertainment, I was winded.

As soon as I got on the landing and went to the door I heard some muffled sobs coming from inside the room. Quietly, I opened the door and saw the Ice Queen of Slytherin openly crying next to an owl I could only assume was hers. Her blonde hair was disheveled and her normally sparkling pale blue eyes were bloodshot.

As silently as I could, I snuck my way around to Hedwig. I didn't want her to think about assaulting me. Ron always says that Slytherins are no good and they deserve to be hurt. Now that last part I'm unsure of, but it's best to be weary of outsiders, even my own so-called friends. It's only a matter of time that I might slip and get as good as grades or better than Hermione's. That's why I had to entertain myself last night, Ron was upset that my grade was just under Hermione.

Hedwig hooted loudly at me before slapping me upside the head with her wing. The ruckus drew the Ice Queen's attention to me: crap.

"Why did you do it Harry? Why?" She sobbed as she buried herself into my chest. I was confused to high heaven at this, she was always so cold and distant to everyone, even her fellow Slytherins.

"I didn't do anything..." "Don't lie to me Hadrian James Potter!" She shrieked at me.

"Hadrian? I'm Harry, just Harry," I responded in more confusion as she just stared at me.

"Hadrian is your birth name, how could you not know that?" She asked in amazement before rounding back on me. "Still, that doesn't excuse you from, from harming yourself last night! Why on Earth would you do that?!"

"Because I did better than almost everybody else, freaks aren't supposed to succeed," I thought as I stared at her.

"What did you just say?!" She asked in a rage.

"I said that outloud?" I asked in fear as she just nodded her head, glaring at me as if daring me to lie.

"Please, it's alright, my aunt and uncle showed me how to punish myself for doing wrong," I tried to explain to her, it's obvious that I am supposed to do nothing like a good freak.

"You did nothing wrong, save for harming yourself for doing well in class Harry!" She practically yelled.

"What do you mean?" I asked her in a bit of fear.