The Potter Diaries: Reading the 4th Champion [Harry Potter Fanfic]

The Letters From No One

"I wonder how everyone is," Harry wondered aloud.

Ludo shrugged. "Dunno. I wonder if they're looking for us or even know we're locked in a strange room."

"Vell, at least ve are comfy," Viktor propped up his feet.

"Who's reading next?" Aidan asked.

"Do I get to read? I know I keep changing spots, but I should have read after Cedric," Harry refrained from pouting.

"I wanted to read," Fleur smirked. "And no. You cannot read. You will probably keep out some zings."

There was a chorus agreement from everyone else that had Harry finally pouting.

"So it was Cedric, Fleur, and now Aidan's turn I should think," Ludo looked at the seating arrangement. "Then Bart and then me."

"And then me!" Harry perked up, trying to be sneaky.

"No," everyone else deadpanned.

She sighed and gave it up for a lost cause...for now. It had been worth a try though. She'd try again later, when everyone's guard went down. But she wanted a notebook too now...

"Notebook and pencil," she held out her hands expectantly, victoriously snatching hers out of the air and then began to immediately do something inside, splitting her attention between it and the reading.

"The Letters From No One," Aidan announced the chapter title, raising an eyebrow at it.

"Strange. Vhat exactly does that mean?" Viktor asked.

"Hogwarts Letter," Crouch nodded surely. "It should be around that time now, and to a Muggle-raised witch like Harry, she would be confused by the letter and where it would have come from, especially as no one's explained anything to her and she doesn't know anything about Hogwarts or magic. That and no one's written to her before, that she knows of." 'Especially with her relatives and her upbringing,' Crouch hid his twitch.

To date, the boa constrictor escape was probably still the longest punishment she'd earned, cupboard-wise at least. Harry wished the book hadn't mentioned that though. That sentence earned a menacing scowl from everyone that Harry ignored, preferring to focus on her new notebook.

"'By the time she was allowed out of her cupboard again, the summer holidays had started –'" Aidan's face darkened as he read.

"Harry, just how long was zat?" Fleur asked sweetly, though everyone could see that she was beyond furious.

"Hm?" Harry finally looked up. "Eh...let's see...Dudley's birthday is June 23 and summer holidays start around July 21st...so around a month-ish? I was let out for school and chores though, so I wasn't in it all the time."

Crouch made a loud hissing noise and the rest had heavy scowls on their faces. It was worse because Harry just brushed it off like it was nothing (or she thought it was nothing) or that she was used to it. Or both.

Also not surprising anyone when the book detailed how Dudley broke (already) most of his gifts, including the video camera, remote control airplane, and (though surprised he actually used his racing bike) knocked down Mrs. Figg on her crutches.

"Braaat~!" Cedric sing-songed, rolling his eyes. He didn't know why he was still surprised. Harry's cousin had proven, so far, that he had no use for brain cells or manners. He'd hoped that Dudley would have been raised better from the first chapter, but by now it was obvious it was not so. Maybe the kid would grow up in the future, but he highly doubted that.

Still, expectant looks were directed towards Harry, who barely noticed, moving reluctantly from her notebook to stare back at them. She sighed in fondness.