The prospect of talking face-to-face with Sirius was all that sustained Harry over the next fortnight, the only bright spot on a horizon that had never looked darker. The shock of finding himself school champion had worn off slightly now, and the fear of what was facing him had started to sink in. The first task was drawing steadily nearer; he felt as though it were crouching ahead of him hike some horrific monster, barring his path. He had never suffered nerves like these; they were way beyond anything he had experienced before a Quidditch match, not even his last one against Slytherin, which had decided who would win the Quidditch Cup. Harry was finding it hard to think about the future at all; he felt as though his whole life had been heading up to, and would finish with, the first task. . . . 
                              
    Admittedly, he didn't see how Sirius was going to make him feel any better about having to perform an unknown piece of difficult and dangerous magic in front of hundreds of people, but the mere sight of a friendly face would be something at the moment. Harry wrote back to Sirius saying that he would be beside the common room fire at the time Sirius had suggested; and he and Hermione spent a long time going over plans for forcing any stragglers out of the common room on the night in question. If the worst came to the worst, they were going to drop a bag of Dungbombs, but they hoped they wouldn't have to resort to that - Filch would skin them alive. 
                               It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up. The days until the first task seemed to slip by as though someone had fixed the clocks to work at double speed. Harry's feeling of barely controlled panic was with him wherever he went, as everpresent as the snide comments about the Daily Prophet article. 
                              A week before the First task Ginny proposed an idea of learning spells that would pack a punch
                              "Thanks Gin your honestly the best where could we practice though" Asked Harry before suddenly he thought of something a week ago he met Dobby again he was working in the kitchens and Harry realized if he said his name he would be able to appear in front of him
                              "Dobby" Said Harry and sure enough the House elf with mismatched clothing 
                              "Harry Potter how can Dobby be of service to you" Asked Dobby
                              "Is there a room that I can use to practice duelling and learn offensive spells"
                              "Why the room of requirement of course located on the 7th floor just think about what you want the room to be and it will appear" Said Dobby before Apparating away as he needed to prepare Breakfast for tomorrow.
                              "Ok that's helpful come on Gin let's go" said Harry
                              And Harry was practicing many spells and duelling tactics well into the night most of them NEWT one in particular was a stunning surge spell which could keep firing stunning spells repeatedly as long as Harry concentrated on the stunning spell in his head (in other words he needed to know how to produce a silent stunning spell)
                              Harry was walking to his dormitory when he heard something behind him and he walked to a chair sat down and looked at the fireplace.
                                 Sirius's head was sitting in the fire. If Harry hadn't seen Mr. Diggory do exactly this back in the Weasleys' kitchen, it would have scared him out of his wits. Instead, his face breaking into the first smile he had worn for days, he scrambled out of his chair, crouched down by the hearth, and said, "Sirius - how're you doing?"
    Sirius looked different from Harry's memory of him. When they had said good-bye, Sirius's face had been gaunt and sunken, surrounded by a quantity of long, black, matted hair - but the hair was short and clean now, Sirius's face was fuller, and he looked younger, much more like the only photograph Harry had of him, which had been taken at the Potters' wedding. 
    "Never mind me, how are you?" said Sirius seriously. 
                              "I'm okay I guess apart from this hole shenanigan with the Goblet of fire and the first task" Harry rambled on and started talking about his training with Ginny but Sirius interrupted him "ya know pup I think you have thing for Ginny but lets talk about something else I have found some information regarding the first task Its dragons" Sirius said
                              "Great oh well at least I have a secret weapon" Harry mumbled
                              "Oh and what might that be pup" Asked Sirius
                              "Well that's for me to know and for you to find out look I've got go Padfoot see ya later"
                              "pup before you go I'm coming to the first task" Said Sirius but before Harry could reply the fire went out and Harry was alone,little did he know Ginny had been eavesdropping and it confirmed that Sirius was innocent.
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Harry Potter and the Force within.
FanfictionHarry Potter/Star wars crossover starts in the summer before GOF Yoda, Kenobi, Revan and the Sith leaders Nihilus, Sion, Malak and General Grievous are thrown into the wizarding world the Jedi take refuge in Ottery St Catchpole where they meet the W...
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  