Harry ran mindlessly that next morning; he didn't want to hear about the tournament. He wanted to forget it existed. He wouldn't let it happen; he swore he wouldn't. But he couldn't shake Cedric's lifeless face from his mind.

The first person he had ever seen die. The deaths didn't get easier over time but Cedric's death symbolised the end of Harry's childhood. It was a hard death to move past.

"Hey Harry you alright?" Draco asked; he tried to keep up beside Harry.

Harry showed the blond some mercy and slowed down. "Yeah. Just some memories."

"Yeah you're still having the nightmares. I noticed." Draco shook his head. "The silencing charm isn't necessary."

Harry just shrugged.

"What's the problem?"

"Some- umm what does Miss Hale call them?" Harry thought. "Trigger events. Things that bring memories to the surface. They hurt."

"You should go to Madam Pomphrey."

"I would but there is nothing she can do so…" Harry shrugged again. "Herbology first."

Draco knew he wasn't going to get any more out of Harry. "Okay; just be careful Sparks. I'm going to shower."

"Hey Draco." Hermione asked in the great hall that morning. Emerald the Rat sat on her shoulder. "I was thinking; your marauder name could be Farsight."

"From Narnia!" Harry agreed excitedly. "Yeah."

"Muggle thing?" Draco asked.

"It's an eagle from a really epic muggle book series. He was a great character." Harry reminisced; he had read them from Dudley's book shelf. It was a lifetime ago but he remembered it well.

"Maybe. It's an idea anyway."

"Nope its yours now." Harry insisted. "If I have to live with Sparks; you're Farsight now."

"So just me and Hermione now?" Ron commented. His Toad was still clinging to his wrist. Harry could see a blue foot peeking out of Ron's sleeve.

"We've got time." Harry told them. "I was thinking we could make a map like dads when I move in with Sirius. He can teach us."

"That would be epic." Ron gapped.

"All for one." Harry began.

Draco was confused but both Ron and Hermione finished with. "And one for all."

"Let's get to Herbology. I can't digest more than one muggle thing a day." Harry laughed at Draco's dramaticness.

Harry let the uneventful week pass him by. The older years spent the Defence Club preparing for if they were chosen for the tournament.

He dreaded entering the Fake Mad Eye Moodys class. Barty Crouch acting as Moody. He didn't want to see those curses again. However, he sat dutifully as the lesson plans were explained.

"Now who can tell me the most harshly punishable curses?"

Harrys hand shot up.

"Yes Mr Potter."

Harry took a breath and placed both his wands on the desk. "Imperio, Crucio and Avada Kedavra. The three unforgivables."

"That's right Mr Potter. And you would know that." Fake Moody nodded.

"I've felt every one sir. On myself."

"Mr Potter?" He turned back to Harry. Not expecting the boy to answer. It wasn't exactly supposed to be a question.

"Two from Lord Voldemort when I was just a year old. Then one from a rogue death eater when I was four."

"Mr Potter tell me." Fake Moody instructed.

"Well everyone knows about the killing curse. but umm well he tried to use the Impervious on my mother but it hit me. I do remember it wasn't nice." A lie yes, but his goal was to intimidate this man.

"This death eater?"

"All I know is that they were female and they were given the kiss."

"Well Mr Potter that is quite a… yes well."

"It wasn't all bad sir."

"Is that so?"

"The Cruciatus curse." Harry lied to him. Reasons he had plans to deal with many people. This exact moment was saving Neville Longbottom. "It made me a seer sir."

"Seer?"

"Yes sir. I know things about you and Barty Crouch Jr. I also know you were going to enact those curses on a spider. I advise you against it."

"Is that so Mr Potter? Why would that be?"

"Because they are unforgivable for a reason. It's not just the pain they can cause on the target. Its Neville and I. Who have seen and felt those curses undertaken with maliciousness. I will not stand here to watch you…. To hear those words again. Especially when I don't have to."

"McGonagall is your head of house?"

"Yes Professor."

"Take your things."

Harry nodded. "Come on Neville."

"Not him Mr Potter."

"Neville." Harry held the boys arm. "Let's go to Professor McGonagall." Harry dragged Neville down the stairs.

"Harry the pro-"

"Neville could you have seen that. Knowing where your parents are?" Harry knew the answer. Neville was a strong man but he wasn't unbreakable.

"I…."

"Come on." Harry led the boy away. "It'll be fine."

"Mr Evans, Mr Longbottom?"

"Hi Professor."

"What are you doing here?"

"We walked out of Professor Moodys class ma'am." Harry explained.

Professor McGonagall raised her eye brows. "Okay sit down. Tell me everything."

Neville looked nervous but Harry told her honestly. "He was going to perform the unforgivable curses in class. Ma'am Neville and I know what they do. I couldn't be in there. I knew Neville wouldn't have handled it either."

McGonagall nodded slowly. She pushed a plate of bisects towards the boys. "Have a bisect whilst I talk to…." She nodded not bothering to finish her sentence. She strode calmly out of the room.

"Thanks Harry."

"Neville…."

He shook his head. "So you're really a seer? There were rumours."

"Of a sort yeah."

"That's brilliant. Are you the only one in school? I heard the professor here is a fraud." Neville smiled.

"Oh she's not. Not at all. Visions come on in strange ways. She's a prophecy seer. I'm a vision seer and Luna Lovegood is a vail seer."

"That's cool." Neville noticed the upturn of Harry lips at the end of the sentence; even if Harry did not.

"I don't know everything but-" Harry shrugged. "The different kinds act in different ways. She can teach divination as well as anyone could teach divination. You either have the sight or you don't. Most real seers don't even take the class."

"You don't?"

"No, I take arithmacy. It's not bad but it does fall into some of the same pitfalls." Harry shrugged.

"Have- have you seen anything about me?"

Harry nodded. "You asked the hat to put you in Hufflepuff. You're intimidated by Gryffindor's reputation." Harry smiled. "The hat put you here for a reason. You're the bravest man in this house. Or at least you will be."

"I don't-"

"Neville you may be scared but when it comes down to it; your pretty bad ass." Neville blushed.

"Thanks Harry." Neville looked away. "Look at all those cats."

There was a picture of an old man surrounded by two dozen wild cats. He grinned and winked from inside the frame.

"Do you think that's her father?" Harry asked.

"Maybe. My great aunt used to have wildcats behind her house. A Kindle she called them. She would drop food out all the time."

"Kindle?"

"A group of baby cats. It's what she would call them. She was a bit batty to be honest."

Harry smiled at the word. Kindle; he wondered if Hermione would like it. Kindle as her nickname.

"You just need confidence Neville. It's not going to come overnight. But it will sneak up on you." Harry told him. "You're going to be an even more amazing person."

"Harry." Luna waved Harry from the door to courtyard. Harry had planned on going to see Hagrid.

"Hey Luna." Harry smiled at the girl. She smiled back at him. "I was going to see Hagrid; would you like to come."

"Oh yes. He knows a lot about Magical creatures." She mentioned as Harry slipped his hand into hers. A few people looked over at them as they headed to Hagrids hut.

"'arry. Come in, come in." Hagrid moved Fang out of the way. "Ahh, Miss Lovegood."

"Hello Sir."

"Come sit down." Hagrid grabbed a kettle to place on the fire. "Where's Ron, 'ermione, Draco?"

"Up at the castle. It was a spur of the moment visit. How are you?"

"I'm fine Harry. I still feel bad about accusing Sirius of those horrible things. He gave me his bike so I could get you somewhere safe."

"It's alright Hagrid.

"I'm sure Harrys godfather doesn't hold anything against you." Hagrid nodded at Luna.

"'Ere." He passed tea to both of the children.

Harry asked about his lessons for a while. Luna got up at one point to wonder to the window. There was something about Luna that Harry couldn't put his finger on. He was always so happy to see her. It may be because in his memories she was nothing but wonderful. Or maybe Harry had fallen in love. He didn't truly know. He just loved being around Luna.