Godfather and Godson

Chapter 132: First Trial

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The parties and gatherings continued through the weekend as party after party was thrown by one Great Wizard Lord after the other.

When Harry awoke on Monday morning, he felt the excitement nearly reaching a fever pitch throughout the school. Tomorrow would be the first trial and even though all Hogwarts students had a free today everyone was only talking about the Triwizard tournament.

Harry took this day to relax and really do nothing. His plan of action was set and he would have to count on it working out. There was no point in worrying himself sick like so many other champions were and he saw no point in going over training regimens for the last minute and tiring himself out before the big trial.

Best to lay back and relax, and that is what he did with Dobby providing all that he needed and him just taking it easy. One thing he found out that day was that the little house-elf gave a really killer massage as he got to all the aches and knots he did not even know he had.

Harry made himself separate from everyone around him, to spend some alone time before the big day.

The next day, after he had himself a very light breakfast, Professor McGonagall hurried over to him in the Great Hall. Lots of people were watching as he wasn't the only one approached, other school champions were spoken to by their respected school master. While he and Cedric were approached by their respected Head of House.

"Potter, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now...." she said in a low tone, then taking a pause she uttered, "You have to get ready for your first task."

"Okay," Harry said, standing up, his fork falling onto his plate with a clatter.

"Good luck, Harry," Hermione whispered. "You'll be fine!"

"Yea, you got this," Neville reassured him.

"Give them hell Harry," Fred and George shouted in unison.

"Waiting for you to win," Colin gushed.

"Thanks," Harry said to his friends, who all supported him through this.

He left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall. She didn't seem herself at all, she looked nearly as anxious as Hermione had been. As she walked him down the stone steps and out into the cold November afternoon, she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Now, don't panic," she said when really she could have used those words herself. "Just keep a cool head when the first trail begins... You don't have to show off or even win this, just surviving would do. And we got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand... The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any the worse of you....'

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall," Harry said as he smiled at her reassuringly. "I got this!"

She was leading him toward the place where the dragons were, around the edge of the forest, but when they approached the clump of trees behind which the enclosure would be clearly visible, Harry saw that a tent had been erected, its entrance facing them, screening the dragons from view.

"You're to go in here with the other champions," said Professor McGonagall, in a rather shaky sort of voice, "and wait for your turn, Potter. Mr. Bagman is in there... he'll be telling you the — the procedure. . . . Good luck."