Loki Laufeyson and the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 24; The End of the Beginning

    (Told From Harry's point of view)

Very little happened in the following month, at least that I could recall. I knew that Dumbledore had asked the school to not bother me with questions about anything that had happened in the Graveyard. People looked at me funny in the hallways.

I recalled meeting with the Diggory's. They didn't blame me for their son's death. I offered them my award money, since I knew Loki wouldn't mind, but they refused point-blank.

I found myself spending too much time with Ron and Hermione in the Gryffindor common room. We still had classes, but we didn't do much in a lot of them, as far as I could remember. I enjoyed my time with Ron and Hermione, but I couldn't help but want to talk to Loki. I didn't know what I wanted to talk to him about, certainly not anything that happened in the maze or after, but just... something.

I found myself face to face with him in an empty dormitory on the day before the end of year feast. He had just finished packing his trunk.

"You realize there's like, two more days before we have to leave, right?"

"Yes, but I wanted to get that out of the way." He said. I had momentarily forgotten why I had went into the Dorm for a second.

"Do you still have the money?" I asked randomly.

"Of course." He mutters, sitting back down on his bed. "It's like a curse I can't get rid of. Nobody wants the damn money."

"The Weasley's won't take it?"

"No. Molly's stubborn as hell. And Ron would be crazy to take anything from me." He says emotionlessly. "To him it's pity money. It just wouldn't be..."

He trails off, lost in thought.

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"That's the thing. I don't know. I'm not... I don't want to talk about whatever happened after the maze." I say, sitting down next to him.

"I don't blame you." He stays silent for a moment. "Well, maybe I could end up tricking them to take the money."

"How, exactly?" I ask, smirking slightly.

"I don't know. But tricking people is my specialty." He adds. "Ron's always wanted a good broom. I could get one for his birthday, perhaps. Send it anonymously..."

"For next year?" He asks. "Well, maybe. It's possible. Maybe he could get on the Quidditch team."

"Should I say it's from both of us?" He asks.

"No, just you." I offer. "He needs to like you more."

"Ah, I don't deserve to be liked, really. I... really am an awful person." He sighs.

"You aren't terrible. I've met worse. Voldemort, to be honest."

He chuckles. "You know, the Slytherins aren't bad. Most of them. Malfoy, even. He's just jealous of you, I can tell."

"Well, don't expect me to get friendly with him, because we hate each other." I reply.

"Yeah, that would be like asking Snape and Sirius to get along..." he winks at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh shush. And yes, that was nothing short of a miracle."

We talk for a while longer. Mostly about what we think is going to happen next year. I enjoy the conversation thoroughly. In fact, I might have liked it more than the ones I had with Ron and Hermione.

The next day, we attended the feast. It was somber, like a funeral. Dumbledore spoke about Cedric, and we raised our glasses to him. He spoke for a moment about me, and what I had done to retrieve his body. We raised our glasses to me. I had looked over at the Slytherin's table, where most of them hadn't picked up their glasses to acknowledge me. Surprisingly, Malfoy had. It was probably only because Loki made him. I noticed that the rather attractive looking dark haired boy was looking at Malfoy with a look of disappointment.

Dumbledore finished after telling the school how Cedric truly died. I would be surprised if even a quarter of the school believed that Voldemort was back at that moment.

They'd all believe it in a couple of months, I was sure of it.

I found myself on the train home the next day. Before we left, we were greeted by both Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum. Krum took Hermione off so that he could speak to her, and when he came back, Ron finally managed to ask him for his autograph right before we left.

It was quite pleasant on the train home. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Pigwidgedon's cage was covered with a blanket to stop him from continuously hooting, Crookshanks was sleeping on Hermione's lap, and Loki was curled up, in snake form, sleeping next to me. It was actually quite nice to stroke him as he slept. It almost made me like snakes.

We had managed to get a compartment to ourselves.

"Oh! I forgot to mention..." Hermione took a small glass jar out of her bag. "I figured it out."

"Figured out what?"

"How Rita skeeter was listening in on our conversations." She smiled mysteriously. "It was actually you who gave me the idea, Harry."

"What? How?" I asked curiously.

"Bugging." She replied simply.

"What, like electronic bugs?" I said, confused.

"No no, she's... well, she's an unregistered animagus. She can turn into..." she held up the jar so that I could see its contents. A stick, some leaves, and a large, fat beetle. "...a beetle."

"You're joking!" Ron muttered. "That can't be—"

"But it is." She giggled happily. "You can see the markings around her eyes are the same as those horrid glasses she wears."

I took the jar and held it up to my eyes. "Are you going to tell Loki?"

"He already knows." She muttered happily. "Although even if he didn't I wouldn't be surprised if he's listening right now."

I looked at the snake next to me. He looked fast asleep, but you can never really tell.

"I might have actually let him into the jar and he might have talked to Rita Skeeter." She suggested.

"What did she say?"

"He said she was rightfully fired up." She smirked.

A fair amount happened after that. Malfoy and his cronies showed up to heckle us, which didn't end well for them. Fred and George showed up and hexed them good. We spent the rest of the ride playing cards with them. Loki had woken up after Malfoy was stunned, and talked a while with Fred and George. Me and Loki agreed to give them our winnings after an extremely quick discussion, and after they told me that Bagman had taken all of their savings, so now they couldn't run a joke shop. Loki just said that they could do Ron a favor with all that money and buy some new robes for him.

When we reached the platform, I noticed that Loki ran off very quickly. I grabbed my trunk and managed to run after him, but he left before I could speak to him. I could only see him for a second before he walked quickly between platforms nine and ten. He looked slightly upset.

I said goodbye to Hermione and Ron before meeting up with the Dursleys. They didn't say a thing to me as I met with them and followed them to their car.

I could see the sun setting over the horizon. I wondered for a moment where Loki lived. He's technically muggle born, but I keep thinking about him saying he's the God of Mischief.

Sometimes I think about the idea of what it would be like if that was true.

Maybe he lived amongst the stars.

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Authors note; I am SO SORRY for taking so long on this. Thank you for your patience, all of you! I have a trend where normally I don't finish my fan fictions, but this could be different! Once again thank you all for reading and commenting and voting, it means so much to me. <3