What Words Can Do (TOMARRY)

Year 4 ∆ Part 5

As promised, the other schools arrived right as breakfast was getting served. Boy and girls from both schools filled the already packed Great Hall. Durmstrang students joined the enlarged tables of Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Those of Beauxabaton sat with the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.

"Before I dismiss you all to classes," Dumbledore began, "I want to go over some things with you all. First off, welcome friends from Durmstrang and Beauxabaton, we welcome you all with open arms. Second, in one week, anyone who wishes to take part in the Triwizard Tournament will put their name into the Goblet of Fire.

But just a reminder, you must be at least 17 to enter your name. There are barriers around the Goblet which prohibits those of you who aren't of age to put your name in. We will meet again in one week to find out who will be the three competing in the tournament."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to Transfiguration. Tom had to go with the rest of the 6th years to Herbology. They got to McGonagall's class before the other students.

"Glad to see Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were able to make it to class on time," McGonagall said, not lifting her eyes from whatever paper she was looking at. "It seems that Miss Granger is finally taking a toll on them."

Harry looked to see the paper she was holding. On the front it had a picture of Sirius Black. 'AZKABAN ESCAPEE WANTED'. Harry wasn't able to make out the words, but the look of his godfather tore into them. That didn't seem to be bothering her, though.

"They're more worried about catching Sirius than stopping Voldemort, huh?" Harry heard himself say. McGonagall looked up, a small smile playing at her lips as she looked at the front page.

"Your Godfather only gets caught if he wants to get caught," McGonagall said, her voice not quite as stern. "Determined traits of a Slytherin, but braver than most Gryffindors that I know. So I wouldn't get too worried about him. If Sirius wants to get caught, then he will."

Harry didn't know how to answer to that, so he just nodded simply. Students began to file in and take their seats. McGonagall walked away from the desk, setting down the paper. She began to teach, but Harry had a hard time concentrating. His mind was on the paper and Sirius. It's been so long since he's heard from him.

After class, Harry was walking out of the classroom. He thought he felt something touch his bag, but when he turned around, nothing was there. He shrugged it off and continued to his next class which was potions with Snape.