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"There you are!" Neville exclaimed, running forward and hugged his brother warmly. "I'll distract them if you want to slip towards your bed unnoticed." He murmured next to Harry's ear before and throwing a hand over his brother's shoulders and leading him towards the table with the butterbeers. Harry smiled at his brother's understanding, but opted on staying for a few moments. The atmosphere in the common room was cheery and such a dire contrast to how things had unrolled in the past two hours, that he felt the need to soak it in before getting some sleep.
"To our wild card!" Fred exclaimed, raising a bottle of butterbeer in a toast. "To Harry, who's been getting wilder and wilder as it goes…" loud cheers interrupted his speech and Harry couldn't help but mock bow at the attention. "To the guy that got wild enough to become champion!" The applause was thunderous -Neville was making a racket as it was, whistling and cheering at the best of his ability- and Harry smiled once more. Fifteen minutes later, and with Adrian still absent, he bid everybody goodnight and headed to bed, Neville soon following.
He was surprised to find there was one occupied bed already -the rest of the Gryffindors were downstairs waiting for their second champion- and he was even more shocked to realise the student occupying said bed was Ron. Crazy as it might seem, the red of his hair was unmistakable so Harry asked Neville to sit on his bed before pulling the curtains closed and casting a quick spell to prevent their conversation from being overheard.
"What the bloody hell happened?" Neville asked, not missing a beat and Harry answered, narrating everything and getting his thoughts out of his chest. He spoke for the next hour or so, explaining how everyone had reacted and how his parents had shown up. How Adrian would have to compete after all and how they all suspected -even if nobody dared to say it out loud in front of him- that Voldemort was behind this.
"And of course, everything went to hell." Harry stated, head over his knees as he started at nothing in particular. "What was I even expecting?"
"You were expecting a respite you had bloody well earned, that's what!" Neville said vehemently, breathing in deeply before he continued. "So Dumbledore thinks somebody entered Adrian's name under some school that doesn't exist?"
"That's the best he can think about; he doesn't know of my training so he figured out that, had Adrian been registered under Hogwarts, I wouldn't have been chosen. Not that he said that to my face, but his exact words were, I believe; 'Adrian would have been the third champion had he competed for Hogwarts. I suppose that whomever admitted him didn't want to take the chance'." Harry answered shrugging, trying to mask the sting of the Headmaster's words.
"You know, I have never wished to curse an old man before this moment." Neville offered, smiling widely, hi eyes glinting with anger. Harry laughed at his friend's antics.
"I needed to hear that." He admitted, green eyes sparkling with joy.
"It needed to be said." Neville offered flippantly, smiling back at his brother. Loud cheers were heard from the common room, toll-tale that Adrian had arrived. Neville shook his head and drew back the curtains, going to his bed while Harry headed towards the bathroom. He had barely managed to return to bed when the door opened and Adrian walked in. If he realised his twin was awake, he didn't show it. Instead, he headed straight for his bed, discarding his shoes en route, not even bothering with his clothes.
"Where've you been?" Harry heard his twin saying; he guessed Adrian wasn't referring to him and he was proved right when Ron answered.
"Oh hello," said the youngest Weasley male with a voice that sounded hollow even to Harry. The conversation that followed was just as crazy as the one after Adrian's name had been called out of the goblet. Ron didn't believe Adrian when he said he hadn't been the one to enter his name in the tournament and Adrian grew angrier by the second. They ended up screaming to each other before Ron drew the curtains of his bed closed in huff and Adrian rose from the bed headed to the bathroom and banged the door behind him.
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