HARRY POTTER :flash forward.

Though he didn't end up sprawled across the floor, Harry did end up falling to his knees.

"Damn!" he muttered. Both girls remained on their feet with Hermione near enough for her to have heard him. "Language, Harry James!" she scolded him.

Harry didn't bother to reply as he first dusted his knees off before using a Cleaning charm on them. While he was doing that, Professor McGonagall was complementing both girls on their outfits as she conjured up a cloak rack and hung their cloaks up for them.

When he was ready, Professor McGonagall asked, "All set?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Harry annoyed with himself.

muttered,

a

little

"Very well," she said, before turning to the door and opening it. She then held the door open for the three teens to exit; Harry in the rear. "Escort your ladies straight inside, Mister Potter," the Professor said as he passed her. "The Headmaster would like a word before the Ball begins.

"No thank you, Professor," replied Harry. "I'm having a very good Christmas Day so far, and I don't want to ruin it by speaking with that manipulative old... man."

Not even waiting for a response, he continued on. Once a few steps away from the door, both girls had stepped to a side each... Daphne on the left, Hermione on the right... as Harry came up between them. Each then took an elbow and allowed Harry to escort them across the Entrance Hall.

There were moving through the crowd of school mates, looking for friends, when Daphne spotted Tracey on the arm of Blaise. She gave a little squeal of excitement and rushed over to hug her friend.

"Well, hello stranger," said a grinning Tracey. "I take it you're enjoying your time away from the school?"

"Oh, yes," replied Daphne. "Mother and Father invited Hermione's parents and Harry's godfather to spend the break with us. I'm learning a lot about the muggle world, too. It's been wonderful."

Harry and Blaise looked at each other and smiled. "So," said Harry. "Is this a date between you two? Or..."

"Just friends," Blaise smoothly added.

"And, Harry.

where's

Mister

Urquhart?"

asked "He's managed to snag a date for himself with a Ravenclaw," replied Blaise. "He'll be along, I'm sure."

Hermione, meanwhile, had spotted Neville coming up from the basement with his date, Hannah Abbott. Walking over to them, she smiled at both and said, "Hello, you two."

Neville gawked just a little at Hermione before he stammered, "Her-Hermione?"

"Don't look so surprised, Neville," she replied with a little blush. "Hogwarts robes and rules about dress are very unflattering."

"I'll say!" added Hannah. Noticing Neville's expression, she jabbed him in the arm. "Don't stare!" she scolded him.

Neville immediately blushed and stammered out an apology. "Sorry. It's just... so different to see friends so dressed up."

Harry and Daphne were saying hello to a couple of fellow year mates in Ravenclaw when Dumbledore came up behind Harry and sternly said, "Mister Potter."

Turning, Harry looked coldly back and, with a very slight tilt of his head, said, "Headmaster Dumbledore."

"I asked Professor McGonagall to inform you to meet me in the Great Hall on your arrival," said Dumbledore.

"So I understand, Headmaster," replied Harry. "However, I had other plans."

With clearly visible anger, Dumbledore asked, "I am not used to students ignoring my wishes, Mister Potter." "Headmaster," Harry sighed, almost excessively. "Today is Christmas Day; and we are gathered here for the so-called traditional Yule Ball. I do not wish to have this day ruined for my fiancées and myself by getting into an argument with you.

"We are on holidays. As such, our time is our own to do with as we wish. Now, unless there's something so urgent it cannot wait until school recommences, please leave us be."

"I wish to discuss matters relating to your continued education," fumed Dumbledore. "Surely, you do not wish to discuss this in public."

"No, you're right, I don't," replied Harry. As Dumbledore started to look like he'd won the argument, Harry continued, "However, as I have to remain here until the completion of the third task, there's plenty of time to discuss that particular issue. Today will not include that time. After I return on the Express in a little over a week from now we can sit down with my bondmates and my legal representative and discuss the matter then.

"In the meantime, I'm still under instruction from Madam Bones and Mister Ackerman, my legal representative, not to meet with you in private. Will there be anything else, Headmaster?" Throughout, Harry kept his tone light and respectful; though his expression remained closed and cold.

Dumbledore stood there for a few moments more before he finally said, "No, Mister Potter. That's all. I'll see you when you return."

As the old man was about to turn away Harry quickly asked, "Is that the time you want to meet with me, my bondmates and my representative, Headmaster? The evening we return? I need to know so I can organise for Mister Ackerman to be here."

"Another time, Mister Potter," muttered the Headmaster before he quickly hurried away and back into the Great Hall.

As the Entrance Hall was becoming uncomfortably full, Professor McGonagall opened the doors to the Great Hall and announced all those except the champions could enter. "Please, quickly find your seats so our Champions can make their entrance."

With a fiancée on each arm, Harry led his two girls into the Hall immediately behind Blaise and Tracey, and Horace and his date, Lisa Turpin. The seven of them quickly found a table for themselves, with one chair spare.

They had no sooner sat down when Percy Weasley hurried over and said to Harry, "Mister Potter, you and your date for this evening are expected to enter with the other Champions and be seated at the head table.

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