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Draco paced around the hallway outside the room where the champions had been taken, feeling too unsettled and confused to leave without his vampire companion.

Why had Harry's name come out of that cup? Draco knew Harry wasn't as stupid to enter himself, even though he didn't doubt the other teen was more than capable of getting past the age line.

Draco was snapped out of his thoughts as the door beside him flew open, Cedric Diggory striding out. He gave the Slytherin a distasteful look, to which Draco replied with a chilling glare.

Waking out after Viktor Krum, came Harry.

Immediately the vampire noticed him, walking swiftly in his direction as they began walking down the hall, turning left to get to their common room in the dungeons.

"I didn't put my name in that cup!" Harry hissed as they walked down a corridor.

"I know that, I'm not stupid," Draco replied, frowning. The situation was too puzzling.

"Well you're the only one who believes me."

"So what happens now?" Draco asked as Harry said the password to their dorm and held the door open for Draco.

"They're making me compete. It says in the rules that I have to," Harry replied, the weight of the problem slowly sinking in.

"People die in this tournament, Harry!" Draco said, his tone almost hysterical as he fell onto the couch.

"I know that!" Harry hissed, sitting on the opposite couch and putting his head in his hands. "I... I don't know what to do."

"Who would've even put your name in the cup?" Draco asked, more to himself than anyone else. "It doesn't make sense. You obviously didn't do it... So who did?"

"Maybe someone who wants me dead," Harry looked up, his eyes burning red.

"Not-Not You-Know-Who?" Draco asked, shakily. Just the thought of the Dark Lord being in the same castle was terrifying to the young werewolf.

"Who else could it be? Your dad is a Death Eater, who could've done it?"

"I-I don't know..." Draco murmured. "Maybe Karkaroff?"

"What? The headmaster of Durmstrang?"

"He was a Death Eater. One of the ones that ran away and got scared when You-Know-Who came back," Draco replied.

"Great, so there's a Death Eater in this castle."

"Yes, but one that isn't loyal to him anymore. I think it'll be fine," Draco said tiredly, leaning back into the couch.

Harry could only nod dully in reply, sighing as he ran a hand through his wild black hair. Where did it all go so wrong? So horridly, horridly wrong...

******

Draco had long fallen asleep, curled into a ball on the couch, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he drew in.

Harry however, had long found the chest in his room filled with bottles, all containing a certain crimson liquid. He had been informed that it was all fake blood, only used as a supplement, yet Harry had drunk till it was dripping down his chin. It was like breathing in air for the first time, like coming back to life.

Humming a lullaby-like tune to himself, the vampire draped a blanket over his werewolf friend and moved to open the window across the room. All the windows were covered in pure black curtains, which were usually kept drawn to prevent sunlight from invading the quarters and burning Harry to ashes. However, at night, it was nice to keep them open.

Despite not sleeping for at least two days, Harry felt more alert than ever. Gently, he swung his legs over the side of the windowsill and slipped out, landing on the tiled roof of the castle.

The cold night air blew Harry's hair around, making it appear even wilder than it already was. The night sky was inky black, dotted with tiny white lights surrounding a half moon that hung high in the sky.

Harry could see everything from up here. The forest, Hagrid's hut, the greenhouses, the Quidditch pitch.

It was calming, to be alone in the dark night. His night vision lit up everything like it was almost daytime, and Harry couldn't help but grin as he set off at a sprint over the roofs.

Leaping from tower to tower, sliding down the slanted roofs onto the ones below, he kept running, a speeding blur in the darkness.

And then he slipped.

A tile came loose on the roof he had just landed, sending him sprawling to the roof, unable to stop himself as he saw the ground coming up to meet him.

I won't die... Will I? Can I die from falling? Can I even die at all-

And then he wasn't falling. He was... Flying? How could he be flying?

The Black Lake was below, the moonlight lighting up the water like a giant, rippling surface of white, the Durmstrang ship floating on it. In the reflection on the waters, Harry caught sight of himself. Or, what used to be himself.

Hundreds of bats, flying, in one huge cloud soared across the lake. It was like looking through a million pairs of eyes, like seeing things from every single bat's point of view. If Harry had been in his human form at that moment, he would've laughed.

******

As far as Harry was concerned, school wasn't really that important to him right now.

His mind was always too preoccupied trying to figure out what the first task would be. To be honest, he had no idea. He and Draco had speculated almost everything, but no results came from it.

And then there was Ron and Hermione. The whole school had made a mockery out of the vampire, making him out to be a stupid fool. Sure, Hermione kind of stuck up for him, but her attempts always seemed forced, and half hearted.

Ron on the other hand, appeared to hate Harry with a fiery passion. He glared at the raven haired boy in the corridors, didn't speak to him, and Harry had even seen him sporting a 'potter stinks' badge more than once.

******

Harry paced down a corridor anxiously, holding a book to his chest as he kept his head down, thinking furiously.

The first task was only a week away, and Harry wasn't prepared at all.

Turning a corner, he found himself outside. Students were hanging out in the small, outdoors courtyard, sitting on benches and talking. Twenty-three heartbeats filled Harry's ears, one of which was familiar.

Draco was sitting in a tree nearby, by himself. A book on the previous Triwizard Tournaments was open, his eyes flicking across the page. Harry couldn't help but smile a little bit at this, knowing that he at least had one friend in this whole mess.

He had intended to make his way over to the werewolf and say hello, but a prickling sensation at the back of his neck made him turn and lock gazes with the last person he wanted to see. Ron.

The red-head was sitting with Dean and Seamus, two other Griffindors. They were all glaring at Harry.

Harry narrowed his eyes as he walked over.

"What the hell is your problem?" The vampire snarled. Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Like you don't know."

"You're such a git, what the fuck-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go tell Malfoy about it, why don't you?" Ron spat.

A brief look of shock crossed Harry's face. Sure, he'd taken to hanging out with Draco a lot more in public now, but he honestly hadn't thought anyone would really care. It wasn't their business, after all.

Harry just shook his head with a glare on his face that sent chills down Ron's spine. Deciding that the red-head wasn't worth it, he turned on his heel and began walking out of the courtyard, his senses telling him that Draco had leapt down from the tree to discreetly follow.

Draco had watched Harry carefully, waiting for the inevitable explosion, yet that never came. Harry just started to walk away. Knowing he'd need some cheering up, Draco put the book in his bag and started after the vampire, stopping dead as he saw Mad-Eye, the teacher currently in yard duty, wave his wand.

Only the two supernatural beings in the area heard the spell that the Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher cast.

"Revealio."

In Draco's place was a white wolf, one Harry recognised from their DADA class a few weeks ago. Frost white fur, wide, alarmed grey eyes.

All Harry could focus on was Draco ass the wolf let out a yelp and took off running, vaguely aware of Proffessor McGonagall yelling at Mad-Eye for using 'transfiguration' on a student.

He started after the wolf at a slow pace, but as soon as he left the sight of the other students he took off into a speeding run, flying along the corridor at a rapid pace. The wind whistled in his ears as he dashed across the grounds, seeing the werewolf standing as a human at the edge of the forest.

Draco didn't speak. Neither did Harry. Both just started walking into the forest, not fearing anything that might be lurking in the shadowy depths.

Harry and Draco were almost polar opposites. Draco's hair was frost white, Harry's midnight black. Harry's eyes were always vibrant with colour, Draco's completely colourless and grey like the storm.

Yet both were the same. Both were paler than the whitest snow, both suffering from an inhuman affliction. Both were drained mentally and physically, yet they carried on walking, walking ahead into a unknown territory.

Yet neither were afraid. Neither had a thing to fear in these woods, not anymore.

A loud roar echoes through the forest, causing both to stop dead in their tracks, listening intently.

Draco shot Harry an unsure look. The roar had come from deep within the forest, and clearly wouldn't have been heard up at the castle.

Harry simply frowned and started walking towards the noise with curiosity. Draco followed, and soon both were jogging through the undergrowth.

Draco's senses were going wild as he leapt over a log, following the running vampire. It was almost like a game of chase, Draco's heart pounding, not being able to help the small laugh that escaped his lips as the adrenalin took over.

Competitiveness has always been a trait both of the boys had shared, and it showed now as they both started running as fast as they could.

Harry's wild hair was blown back from his face as he leapt over a hole in the ground, landing easily and turning back into a speeding blur. The white haired werewolf kept up, both grinning as they tried to get in front of the other.

It wasn't long before they burst out into a clearing, and Draco was the first to react to what they saw. He stopped dead and crouched down in the undergrowth, pulling Harry down with him to hide. In front of them... Were dragons.

Jets of flames shot out of huge, metal cages, singing everything they touched. The dragon trainers leapt to the side to dodge the burning inferno, one the beasts roaring angrily and shaking the chain around its neck. There were five of them, all shooting out angry jets of fire.

"D-Dragons?!" Harry stuttered. "Why are there dragons in the forest?!"

"What-What about the f-first task?" Draco panted, still trying to catch his breath. Harry's eyes widened in horror.

"I can't face a dragon!"

******

"I can't do it!" Harry said, clawing at his hair as Draco and he entered the castle. "I can't defeat a dragon!"

"With an attitude like that, you'll never be able to," Draco mumbled, thankful that it wasn't him facing a dragon but still anxious for his friend.

Harry just sighed angrily. "I'm going to the library, you coming?"

"Of course."

******

The library was quiet at this time in the evening, as most students were at dinner. Despite Draco's grumbling stomach begging for food, he pulled book after book about dragons off the shelves, digging in to read them.

Harry's hair was a wild mess, his glasses askew on his face. Nothing. Absolutely nothing here would help him at all.

Dragons apparently had no weaknesses, except if you aimed a spell at their eyes. But even then, they'd still have their fiery breath and incredible sense of smell to find you. Their teeth were sharper than knives, their scales thick and effective towards spells.

Yet still, he kept reading, his eyes flicking from page to page in a desperate hope that there would be some sort of information to help him.

Draco too, was reading furiously, his search for information fruitless too.

"This is useless," Harry finally groaned, letting his head fall onto the open book he'd been reading.

"Agreed," Draco mumbled, suppressing a yawn as he closed another book. "It's hard to believe that dragons have no weaknesses at all..."

Harry just whimpered in despair.

"Wait," an idea formed in the werewolves' mind. "I don't think that we should be focusing on a dragon's weaknesses. What about your strengths?"

"M-My strengths?" Harry lifted his head, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, I've always been good with animals and I can fly a broomstick pretty well..."

Draco bit his lip, thinking hard.

"How can we get a broom there?" Harry muttered. "I'm not allowed one-"

"You're allowed a wand," Draco spoke up, turning to his companion with the faintest trace of a grin on his face. "You're allowed to use any spells you know."

"Well unless I can learn some spell that'll turn a rock into a broom I don't see how that's going to help-"

"No, not transfiguration. You've got a broom haven't you?"

"A Firebolt."

"Do you remember the spell I used to summon things?" Harry began to catch on. "I can teach you."

Harry thought for a moment, then nodded. "It's our best shot."

******

It was one in the morning, and both the boys had managed to sneak into the restricted section for Draco to teach Harry the spell. He'd put a lamp at the other end of the room, and was trying to get Harry to accio it towards them.

"It's all about concentration... You have to visualise the object, and then focus hard on it," Draco said, standing beside Harry. "The spell is fairly simple, you can definitely do it."

Harry nodded, and drew in a deep breath, concentrating as hard as he could on the lamp. "Accio."

Nothing.

"It's alright," Draco said. "It's just your first try."

Yet the second try proved useless as well. As did the third, fourth, and fifth. Soon, Draco had fallen asleep, exhausted from the long day.

The sun was beginning to peek above the mountains now, shining slightly through the window. Harry's eyelids felt heavy, and he felt mentally exhausted, but he raised his wand one last time.

"Accio!"

Harry had to duck as the lamp whizzed past, smashing against the wall behind him, shocking the werewolf awake.

"Wha-?" Was Draco's sleepy reaction, seeing the smashed lamp.

"I did it. I finally did it!"