The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

Crouch Found Dead

Once the couple had arrived to Hagrid's, he was going on about how they used to be a bunch of misfits and now they're going to be Triwizard champions.

"I remember when I firs' met yeh all. Biggest bunch o' misfits I ev'r seen. Now look at yeh! Triwizard Champions!"

"We're still a bunch of misfits." Ron commented bluntly, Hermione glaring at him.

"Sure. We got Harry and Carson don't we? Soon to be the youngest champions there is." Hagrid went on, as Harry walked over to someone.

"Harry? Where are you going?" Carson asked, as Harry had found Barty Crouch dead.

"No... it's hurting again isn't it Harry? You have to tell Dumbledore. This is a sign. Something bad is happening, and I know that Dumbledore knows." Carson told the boy, who went up to Dumbledore's office.

"Carson lets go back to the castle. I think we both could use some time together, just the two of us." Hermione said softly, grabbing his hand and going to the castle.

They walked together in silence, as they ended up in the Gryffindor common room. They sat together on the couch and Carson wrapped his arm around Hermione's shoulder, bringing her into him. She put her head on his chest, as they sat in silence.

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"This summer... do you want to spend it with me in the manor? My parents would love to see you, and it would be fun to have you there with me.

"I would love to. That might actually be the best summer ever, spending it with you all day every day."

"Perfect. I Love you Hermione, lots."

"I love you too Carson. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for."

With that, the couple fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms. When they awoke, Ron and Harry were standing over the two of them.

"I need to tell you something. Crouch has a son. He was a death eater."

"Really? He had a son?"

"He was a death eater? Did he get off?" Hermione asked, the more important question.

"No. Crouch sent him to Azkaban."

"What does it have to do with anything? Is he out?" Ron asked, not seeing the point of this information.

"It means that maybe he has a connection with all of this. Our names getting in the cup and everything. He defied his father, and now Voldemort is close to coming back."

"But he also had that rat Pettigrew. Suppose it was a two-person job?" Hermione asked, growing more nervous.

"Yes, but someone would've needed an inside man at Hogwarts." Carson responded, Harry nodding.

"Karkaroff? Or Snape?"

"No. Not Snape. In the pensive Dumbledore confirmed he was a spy for them."

"So, Karkaroff then." Carson deduced, Harry nodding.

"But why me? I get why he would want you? But me?" Carson asked, the others not thinking of this.

"Bait. Simple. They wanted you as bait." Ron said, Hermione glaring at his answer.

"But for what? Do they need me for something?"

"We don't know! Can we just not talk about this?" Hermione said, tears threatening to fall.

"Sure. We wont talk about it. We can talk about whatever you want 'Mione."

They changed the conversation, all having a peaceful conversation as friends before the chaos got worse. If only they knew what was bound to happen.