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"How are you two related again?" He asked, shaking his head in wonder.
"Yeah, I know." Harry agreed, looking at his twin carefully. "Still, I don't know how I would have ended up without Sev." The green eyed wizard added in a lower voice, making certain only Neville could hear. "If Dumbledore has ever been right about something, that would be that family is the most important thing in the world; I was raised to be who I am today. If Sev and I hadn't stumbled on each other like we did, who knows what could have happened?" Neville looked at his brother seriously for one moment before shrugging and whispering back;
"It doesn't matter; it happened and you are who you are. And who you are has nothing to do with Adrian Potter; him being your twin changes nothing in that aspect." Harry regarded his brother with a soft smile before their conversation was boisterously interrupted by the Weasley twins.
"Hey there, Mr. Potter!" George stated, his grin wide as he took a place next to Harry, with Fred sitting next to him. "Just wanted to let you know that one Rita Skeeter has just been spotted outside the Headmaster's office, asking for an interview with you." Harry almost choked on his cereal; the woman had tried to interview him and Adrian privately after she had taken the regular statements from all the champions and would have done just that hadn't Severus intervened, charming his and Adrian's way out of the room and to their dormitories. She had been pushing for an interview ever since and Dumbledore was close to banning her from the school.
"Thanks for the heads up." Harry said, glaring at Neville who was happily snickering over his tea. "But how did you even know that?" He asked, looking at the twins speculatively.
"The portraits gossip, mate!" They chorused, an identical grin on their faces as they dug into breakfast. Harry just smiled fondly while Neville outright laughed. Everybody gossiped in Hogwarts, the green eyed boy thought to himself, looking around the Great Hall. The students would stop whatever they were doing occasionally and steal a glance towards one of the champions before returning to their breakfasts, chattering lively amongst themselves. The teachers too gossiped, Harry knew, and some of them were even betting on which champion would come up in the lead after the first task; Severus had informed him as much, scowling to everything in the room as he did, while Harry had simply laughed and advised his father to place a bet on him; he was going to do his damnest to come up in the lead. It had all turned more personal than he had originally thought when he had competed.
The ghosts gossiped too. Expected really, if one considered that they had few other things they could be doing. Apparently, the portraits gossiped. The only one who didn't participate in the pre-first-task excitement seemed to be none other than Draco Malfoy. Harry had to admit he was completely confused at the blonde's behavior; even now, he was seated away from his usual clique and had been much more silent than what one would have expected. He hadn't been throwing insults at Adrian and Ron -a favorite activity of his during the past years- and hadn't actively participated in anything other than classes since the beginning of term.
As strange his behavior was, however, there was no time to think on it, Harry realized, as his twin suddenly rose from his seat, leaving Hermione behind, and heading out of the Great Hall in a huff. It probably had something to do with whatever it was Ron was saying, judging by the slightly repentant look on the youngest male Weasley's face and the withering look his only sister was giving him at the moment. Harry stood up too, nudging Neville to make sure his brother realized where he was going. Neville nodded as Harry ran to catch up with his twin. He managed to do that, just outside the doors of the Great Hall. The corridor was relatively empty and his twin was unaccompanied which was all Harry could ask for.
"Adrian, wait!" He called, relived to see his twin stop a few feet ahead of him. He caught up easily and stopped next to Adrian, a soft smile edged on his lips. When had the last time he had spoken to his brother like that been? It was too long ago to remember clearly, he realized but shook the thought away, focusing instead on the present.
"Harry." Adrian said, acknowledging his twin, hazel eyes looking up to emerald green ones.
"I've been trying to catch you alone the whole week." Harry stated, looking at his twin carefully; Adrian was frowning and looked every bit as someone who would rather be anywhere else than having this conversation. Well tough, Harry thought and pressed on. "I've been meaning to talk to you."
"About how I entered my name in the goblet?" Adrian asked irritated, his gaze accusing. Harry frowned and shook his head emphatically; it seemed like Adrian was ready for a fight. He, however, didn't intent to hold one.
"No." He answered. "You said you didn't compete yourself and I believe you. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Adrian seemed taken aback for a second as his twin claimed he believed him before his frown returned full force.
"Did our parents tell you to talk to me?" Harry shook his head negatively again.
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