[2] storm of rage ~ harry potter × marvel

28- Trust In Hogwarts

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Somehow, the tension between Gryffindor and Slytherin is more... tensed than normal with Potions' class.

"What's been going on?" Skyler whispers to Pansy as they start making their antidotes. Pansy chuckles devilishly.

"Potter and Draco had a fight just before class. Goyle needed to go to the Hospital Wing. And Draco hit that filthy little Mudblood of a Granger with a nasty jinx – why are you glaring at me like that?" Pansy trails off when she notices how Skyler glares daggers towards her.

"Never – and I mean never, call Hermione a Mudblood. She's the brightest witch in our year and probably all years above and beneath us. You've never beaten her in any grade and she's one of the most talented witches I know." Skyler growls. Pansy parts her lips to protest, but the dungeon door opens and Collin Creevey, a third year Gryffindor steps in.

"Yes?" Snape asks annoyed.

"I-I'm here to take Skyler Foster and Harry Potter upstairs, sir. Dumbledore's orders..." The boy stammers, as Skyler gets off her seat and starts to pack her things.

"Talking about Gryffindors, good luck working with Weasley." Skyler whispers into Pansy ear, who yelps softly and almost bursts out into tears of anger. 'And I thought that Draco Malfoy was a drama queen.' Skyler thinks, smirking.

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Once in a single room with all the other Champions and their heads, Skyler leans against the wall, waiting for the journalist to present herself. But that waits, for Dumbledore asks them to pose in front of the camera. 'I hate paparazzi...' Skyler thinks again, rolling her eyes. She doesn't smile to the camera, she smirks wickedly, her eyes betraying that she takes this seriously and that people shouldn't underestimate her.

When all the photos are taken, Skyler hears an annoying voice, like cartoon-character-diva annoying, speak up: "How wonderful! Such beau's!"

A woman with blond permanent curls, high, leather heels and nails sharper than those of a cat, appears. She wears pointy glasses and eyeing her outfit, Skyler can almost smell, that her favourite colour is pink.

"I'm Rita Skeeter. Nice to meet you all. I work for the Daily Prophet, and I want to interview you. My readers want to get to know you... what's behind the beauty? What do our three celebrities hide?" The woman blows a bubble from her chewing gum, before taking Harry by his arm.

"We'll start with the youngest!"

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After three hours of absolute hell, Skyler can get dinner. Rita Skeeter is one to be careful around.

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"So, what did your parents say when they found out that you're participating in such a dangerous tournament, Skyler?" Skeeter asked on a sugar sweet tone. Skyler sighed and looks at the ceiling for a second.

"I don't have any parents. I was adopted at age seven by a wonderful family, though." She decided to answer, boldly. Skeeter nodded in amazement and her green quill starts to write everything down.

"So, can you tell us something about your adopted family? Are they part of the Avengers too?" Skeeter asked. Skyler nodded.

"Well, actually, since New York, I call the Avengers my family too, for my adoptive father isn't present often."

"And who might your adoptive father be?" Skeeter asked eagerly, her green quill writing as fast as possible in the air.

"Thor Odinson." She had answered.

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Now, Skyler has the idea that she did something absolutely stupid, but, why does she even care? After having dinner in utter silence, for the others are still on their homework, Skyler retreats to the library until midnight.

Walking back to her Common Room, Skyler spots Harry Potter, the one and only, sneaking up the stairs.

"Harry! What are you doing?" She calls out, walking to him. The boy looks startled for at least five seconds, before recovering. Harry shakes on his legs. He sits down at the stairs and looks at Skyler desperately.

"They want us to fight dragons for the first task." He says as he looks her in the eyes. Skyler gasps and her eyes widen.

"They want us to what? Fight dragons? What kind of dragons?" Skyler asks, completely shocked.

"We all get another kind. Skyler how are we going to get through this. Not just the two of us, but all of us. We'll never make it out alive." The Boy Who Lived buries his head in his hands, shoving his hear back. Skyler sits down next to him and rubs his back.

"That's just it, Harry. The Triwizard Tournament is meant to make friends from other schools. I think, that maybe, the core of the last task, is to work together or something? At least, I think that we should try working together. I don't trust Viktor Krum, and I don't trust Delacour at all, but if it means that we're able to survive, I'm willing to try." Skyler tries to calm him down. "We just mustn't give up, Harry. And, above all, we must have courage."

Harry chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, how is it that you're in Slytherin of all houses?" Skyler laughs.

"I guess the Head sorts to early sometimes..."

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I hope you liked it. I thought that you guys deserved an extra long chapter, although the chapters might be longer for a bigger amount of time. I started to use a Word file for my books, so that I can just write one book and always look it back up. But I can't see how many words I'm writing, so it's just going to be like: Alright six pages, enough? - Nehh. 

Thank you so much for reading!