Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

Does anyone actually believe that?' Harry asked incredulously.

'Seamus and Dean, but a lot of the house is just sick of the whole thing now. Most are just avoiding anyone involved or waiting to see who turns out to be right. Neville still hangs around Ron and everyone, but it's because he hasn't got the courage to go make other friends.' Ginny seemed thoroughly unimpressed with all of them and she wrung her hands irritatedly.

Harry thought it quite appropriate the ones who had ignored and shunned him were now being ostracised in turn. 'They do deserve it,' Ginny agreed, seeing his smile.

The Great Hall was starting to fill with people as lunch drew near and Harry began to shift restlessly from on foot to the other. He could sense that Ginny was waiting for something, but he had no idea what it might be.

'What else?' He asked impatiently, the noise was getting too loud for his comfort. Harry had always disliked loud places and being near other people, especially crowds, but all the time he had spent alone or in the chamber has exacerbated things.

'I was hoping you'd come eat lunch with us,' she admitted.

Us?' Harry was automatically wary. Ginny was friends with a lot of people who had turned their backs on him. People he didn't particularly care to speak to.

'Me, the twins, Katie will be there,' she finished hurriedly and a little sadly. Ginny was not entirely over her crush, it seemed, as though well on her way to accepting things she still bore a grudge against Katie Bell.

It was a slightly illogical thing for her to do on Harry's opinion, as he had never consciously shown any interest in her. Admittedly she was the only girl he had hugged apart from Hermione, but Harry was fairly confident that a hug like that was quite innocent.

'I have to go play with this thing,' he answered, tapping the top of his golden egg. It made a surprisingly hollow ringing sound.

'I see,' Ginny said sadly. 'I hope the second task goes as well as the first,' she told him by way of goodbye. It has to go better. I have to be better.

There was no way he would be able to beat Fleur Delacour if he didn't improve and he quite wanted to beat her. Salazar had convinced to him to try and win to get experience and that was his primary reason, but wiping the proud smile off the French witch's face came a close second.

Harry left the Great Hall before he was accosted by anyone else. He had decided to be civil with the Gryffindors that had not directly turned against him, but a confrontation with Ron or Hermione would likely turn as nasty as the last.

Making his way swiftly up to the seventh floor and the hidden room opposite the tapestry of tap dancing trolls Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad to be away from all of the students. His feat with the dragons had turned disdain and anger to pride and respect, but to Harry, states were stares and he did not like them.

The Room of Requirement had taken the form of a rather simple, plain room. There was a bench covered in carvings of half-fish, half-human creatures wielding tridents. The swarm of what Harry assumed to be mermaids swam in excited shoals over the bench, scattering when he approached to sit.

A small bubbling pool commanded the centre of the room.

It was not exactly what Harry had had in mind when thinking of a place in which he could open the egg to get the clue, but he had yet to fully comprehend the subtler nuances of the room Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw had made. Neither of the two other founders had the foresight to leave a painting, or, if they had, asking the room for it did not bring them to him.

Harry turned the egg over in his hands, looking for a catch or clasp. There was none, but tapping the egg with his wand caused it to split in four and fall open.

A ghastly screeching filled the room and Harry slammed the egg shut again.

Some clue that is, he seethed, angry at the loud, sudden noise. He really hated violently noisy surprises. The mermaids on the bench froze at the screaming sound and gestured at him angrily. The carvings seemed no more fond of the noise than he had been.

He dropped the egg on the floor and kicked at it moodily. Harry had a while until the second task, for now he would focus on Salazar's teaching of blood magic. It was likely to be much more important to him if his parents really had used it as his shield when he was a baby.

The egg rolled across the floor next to the bubbling basin of water, teetering gently on its edge. Harry ignored it and reached for his stack of books on blood magic. They were a link, no matter how tenuous, to his parents and much more interesting than the golden clue.

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