Succor

After all these years, Harry's convinced that a mundane year at Hogwarts is simply a myth-what with the DADA teachers playing assassination roulette (apologies, Professor Lupin), murderers on a first-name basis (no hard feelings, Sirius), and accusations so cliché they could use a good editing session.

And just when he thought he might catch a break, his name decides to leap into the magical goblet for the Triwizard Tournament, no consent required-because who needs consent in the wizarding world, right?

But fear not, because for the first time Harry's not alone in the middle of the circus. Two flame-haired twins bursting with more creativity, mischief, and a dash of insanity than ought to be legal, have seen to that. Thank Merlin for them, because amidst homicidal maniacs, overprotective godfathers, and a never-ending barrage of assassination attempts - he also needs to deal with the the crushing weight of the wizarding world's expectations.

As if that weren't enough, he's also navigating a tidal wave of emotions stirred up by two amber-eyed tornadoes in human form.

Merlin's beard, where was a bottle of Firewhiskey when you needed one?