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"The world has gone crazy, hasn't it?" Neville asked, staring to walk towards the Great Hall himself. Harry didn't even bother to consider his response before nodding in agreement.
It had been almost a week since Harry had been chosen as a champion and still he had managed to find out nothing concerning the first task. The week had passed agonizingly slow for a multitude of reasons; Ron was sulking, which led to Adrian sulking, which, in turn, led to Harry being unable to talk to his twin about the tournament as he had intended in the first place.
Harry and Severus had spend a whole night talking about how Adrian's name could have ended up into the Goblet of Fire only to stop at the crack of dawn, knowing that, no matter how many theories they came up with, the facts remained; Adrian would have to participate and that was that. To Severus, it was quite clear that Voldemort was somehow behind this whole mess; the why was clear, the how, however, was not. For if the Dark Lord had intended for Adrian to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, he would have to have found a way around Hogwarts' defenses and sneaked into the school.
The potions master had deemed that quite impossible and Harry was inclined to agree; though none of them underestimated Voldemort, it was obvious the man hadn't returned into full power yet. So walking through every single defense Hogwarts had? Impossible, especially after every ward Severus had helped the Headmaster place around after the incident in Harry's first year. Still, an inside job wasn't impossible; on the contrary, it was probably what had happened. But an inside job, when Voldemort was concerned, could have simply entailed a student under the Imperious curse, causing any more pondering on that line of thought to a dead end.
As it was, they had both agreed that the best course of action would be for Harry to help Adrian through; neither the potions master nor Harry knew what the purpose of entering Adrian in the tournament was. But, as it had been made unreservedly clear, contestants tended to die during the trials; an accident could potentially be easy to stage.
What Harry however had been adamant on was that, if he was going to help Adrian get through this -and he would, because he was his twin after all and he cared no matter what- he would do it out in the open. He would approach Adrian and offer his help; there would be no more hiding. Hiding was what he had done most of his life and he had finally reached a point where enough was enough.
Still, there he was, five days after he had made that decision, unable to find the opportunity to speak with his own twin in private. Wherever he went, he was accompanied by Hermione and was actively avoiding Ron, both teens looking more and more sullen as the days went by. It was ridiculous, in Harry's mind; these two were supposed to be best friends; they should trust each other, shouldn't they? On his part, Harry was certain, had Neville been in Adrian's position and had told him that he hadn't place his name in the goblet, he would have believed him in a heartbeat. But then again, had Neville been in Adrian's position, he would have already swallowed his proud and asked for help; Adrian didn't seem to be doing that either.
And it hadn't been just his twin he was avoiding on that matter; Lily and James -sometimes accompanied by Remus and Sirius- had become an almost permanent feature at Hogwarts. Harry knew his parents had both tried to approach Adrian with some advice and the teen had outright refused to talk to them, apparently incensed with being treated like a child. It made Harry want to hit his head against a wall -preferably repeatedly till he was rendered unconscious and happily oblivious of his troubles for a day or two- but Adrian was unshakable in his obstinacy. From the look of things, James was working his way into a coronary at the tender age of thirty five and Lily was displaying signs of her famed temper in an alarmingly increasing rate. Harry had just taken his distance from that imminent train wreck and had instead worked on catching his brother alone.
"Merlin's beard," Neville exclaimed during breakfast that day, "are Ron and Adrian still at odds?" Harry sighed the long-suffering sigh of a man resigned to the fact his blood relatives could sometimes be oblivious dunderheads -Sev's words, not his but accurate still- and nodded at his brother, fixing himself a bowl of cereal. Across the table, Ron had just turned his back on Adrian -the very moment the hazel eyed Potter had sat down next to him- and started talking loudly to a still groggy Dean Thomas, obviously ignoring his once best friend. Adrian had glared holes at the redhead's back for a few seconds before mirroring his actions and turning around to speak at Hermione, asking her whether she had time later that day to help him research at the library.
"Yes, they are." Harry answered Neville's question, running his fingers through his head. "You would have thought that they would have worked everything out by now, but no. They're just being obstinate idiots about everything and haven't even spoken a word to each other all week. Neither have Adrian and I, as you well know." Neville snorted, pouring his tea and looking towards Adrian and Hermione.
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