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"They have nothing to do with this." He assured Adrian. "Look, I said I believe you, okay? And because I believe you, I know you're in danger. No, let me speak." He asked, as Adrian was about to protest. "If somebody else placed your name inside the goblet then he couldn't have done it out of kindness; people die in this tournament, Adrian. And you being who you are, have enemies." Instead of listening to Harry however, Adrian's face flared read, his eyes narrowing into slits, his lips pressed in a thin line.
"Don't you think I know that? What you believe I can't handle them myself?" Harry took a step back, as his twin carried on, his voice getting louder by the second. "Newsflash, Harry! I've been training all my life; I'm not afraid of a few tasks! I've fought against Voldemort for Merlin's sake!" Even if the corridor had been half empty, Adrian's voice had started to gain them an audience.
"I'm not saying you haven't been training." Harry said, trying to keep his voice even and calm. "I know you have been. But, please, don't take these tasks lightly; people have died in this tournament, Adrian."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The hazel eyed twin asked, practically shouting at that point. "You think I won't be able to see this through? If anything, I'm more skilled than you! Shouldn't you be worried about yourself?" Harry's eyes widened at the implication as his ire stirred.
"The goblet chose me, Adrian." Harry stated darkly, advancing towards his twin, the proximity making their height difference that more pronounced. "I chose to compete. I know what this tournament means. Do you?"
"Is this what this is about? You think I'm stealing your shot at 'eternal glory', or something? Afraid I'll beat you?" Adrian shouted, making Harry chuckle humorously while raising his hands in the universally acknowledged gesture for surrender.
"Ha! You know what? I can't have this conversation with you!" He said, looking at his twin as if he was a complete stranger. "I just wanted to say that I was worried about you. That, should you need any help, you're free to ask and this is all you have to say? I think you need to grow up first and then we can talk. The Triwizard Tournament is no child's play; get a grip, Adrian and stop treating this as a competition between us. It's anything but!" And he turned around, heading towards the greenhouses, Herbology being the first class for the day.
Harry was fuming and simply marched on, barely noticing where he was headed. How could Adrian be so stubborn? How could he think that all he cared about was fame and glory and all those things the Triwizard Cup supposedly stood for? Had he ever shown any indication that he was jealous of Adrian's fame? Had he ever done anything of the sort? He couldn't recall a single moment in his life that could have been mistaken for such an attempt.
He was still seeing red and as such, he didn't realize he had taken a wrong turn, at least not before he found himself in the borders of the Forbidden Forest behind the Quidditch pitch. He groaned and closed his eyes, his shoulder's crumpling as he covered his eyes with his left palm. How was he supposed to protect his twin if Adrian wasn't even willing to listen to him? Sighing and trying to control his rampant thoughts, Harry opened his eyes and pulled out his pocket watch. He still had half an hour before first period, so he wouldn't be forced to run back towards the greenhouses; that was something, at least.
As he was getting ready to walk back towards the castle, something drew his attention from inside the forest. Voices. Human voices from what he could tell. Could it be the centaurs? But no; this was much closer to the school grounds than the centaurs ever ventured. And there were other sounds coming from the forest too, like metal scrapping on metal. Harry realized he had two choices; one, ignore the strange sounds coming from the forest, turn back and walk calmly to Herbology class. Two, follow said strange voices through a dangerous forest and probably be forced to run towards the greenhouses after all. Well, the voices sounded from somewhere relatively close; his hearing was improved but not that much that he could catch sounds from far away in a dense forest. Probably no more than half a mile away. Still, it was half a mile into the forbidden forest.
"I hope I won't regret this." Harry muttered, pulling out his wand and marching into the forest; he kept his eyes and ears open for any possible threat but, apparently, he had nothing to fear; the forest seemed empty around him, the only noise coming from ahead of him. He walked as fast as he could without tripping on the roots under his feet and soon found himself closer to the voices. The light was coming brighter from amongst the next few trees and Harry slowed down, carefully approaching what appeared to be a clearing. Hidden in the shadows, he moved even closer; his jaw slackened slightly at what he found.
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