Prologue
Love never dies, Harry. That's what she would always say.

Harry stopped. He had just Apparated from Godric's Hollow. He was done; his days of torture and killings were done. Voldemort was done.

"Take that!" yelled Ron.

"Didn't think a Muggle born could could do that, let alone anthing did you?" asked, yelled Hermione who had finished with a Death Eater, who Harry guessed was a pure blood. He fell to the ground.

"Is that the last of them?" asked Ron. He was bleeding a little, but not much.

"I think so," said Hermione, who was now taking a breath; she flicked her wand at Ron, the bleeding stopped, and the blood gone.

"Where is she?" asked Harry. He had not seen her since he had Apparated to Godric's Hollow.

"Harry-she-she-" Hermione started uncertainly. She paused and then said quietly, "She's gone."

"Gone?" asked Harry in a hollow voice. "What do you mean gone?"

"She's gone, Harry," Ron said softly. "We saw her battle with Bellitrix Les-"

"NO!!" He yelled. "She couldn't have; I told her not to, the pro . . . I told her no . . ." Harry became lost in thought. He sunk to his knees.

"Harry," said Hermione sinking down to him. "It's ok; it's ok."

"Yeah, mate," said Ron sinking to the opposite side of him. "And I mean, when has she ever listened to anyone? Always did what she wanted to, right?"

"It's ok," said Hermione softly to Harry as his eyes filled with tears.

"She doesn't even know that He's gone," he moaned.

"She did, Harry," said Hermione. "She knew because of you, and she knew because of him."

"And besides," said Ron. "In the middle of her fight, she began laughing like a manic. So I think that it would be a safe bet that she knew what you did." Ron smiled weakily as Hermione gave him a sharp look.

"Harry," she said soothingly. "It's ok."

"How can you say, It's ok, Hermione?" asked Harry. "She's gone. How could she have gone?" he muttered. "How could she have gone?"

He remembered the first time he saw her. They were in their fourth year. That - that day- that year - was where the story really began.


This is my second FF, I hope that you like it. This is a very interesting tale of how Harry found Love, Exciment, Pain, Sorrow, Joy, Sadness, Trust, and many more aspects in one girl. This story will often change point of views and I will let you know who's view it is. So enjoy Love Nver Dies. Next post soon to come.
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Disclaimer: This work is mostly J.K. Rowling's, I am just changing things around and adding more. This ff will take out many sections of the Goblet of Fire, the Order of the Pheniox, and a little of the Half-Blood Prince. Anything that isn't mine is J.K. Rowling's, the brillianceness that she is.

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Chapter One: Moody

He couldn't move. Harry felt as though he was glued to his seat.

"Harry, are you coming?" asked Ron. They were just dismissed by Moody's class.

"Yeah," said Harry. "I-I just need to ask Moody a quick question. I'll see you later."

Ron shrugged. "Ok," he said and then he left.

Harry after most of the class left Harry noticed that there was also a girl who seemed glued to her chair as well. Harry could only tell that it was a girl because she had long, straight, jet-black hair.

Moody chuckled and then growled, "I want to two of you to come here for dinner, tomorrow. Is that understood?"

Harry was puzzled. Why did Moody want him and that girl to come to his office for dinner?

"Sir," said the girl hesitantly. "Why do you want us to-" her voice was high-pitched and unnatural.

"I'll tell you then," he growled, and then he waved his wand and said, ""You may go now."

Harry tried to get up and he could, but the girl, however, didn't move.

"What is it, girl?" asked Moody.

"Professor, do we need anything? Books? Quills? Anything?"

"Just bring yourselves," he grunted. "And your wands if you please. Now go."

"Yes, sir," said the girl quickly, her voice quivering, and got out the room before Harry, and he was already standing.

"Sir," he said hesitantly.

"Did I not just say Go Potter?" said Moody threateningly.

Harry dashed out of there as fast as hid legs could carry him. Moody was certainly living up to his name, thought Harry. He certainly is Moody.

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Chapter Two: What's happing?

"Harry, Harry," called out Hermione. Harry just entered the common room. "Ron said that you had a question for Moody, what was it?"

"Well," said Harry unsurely, sitting down in a chair. DADA had been the day's last class and there was an hour till the Tri-Wizard-Tournament champions were announced. Harry decided to tell them what happened.

"So Moody wants you and this girl to come to his office for dinner tomorrow?" asked Ron. "What does he think? You can't get a date?" Ro sniggered.

"Ron, that's not funny," said Hermione and then turning her attention to Harry she said, "I think that Lupin told Moody, about your-your dementor thing," she looked apprehensive when she said it, but continued, "and is going to teach you advance magic."

"Well, that could be it," said Harry. "But why is that girl."

"You know Harry," said Hermione. "It isn't nice for you to call her that girl."

"Well, I don't know who she is," said Harry, "Never seen her before."

"How can you not know her?" asked Hermione. "She's in Gryffindor; she's in our year."

"Well," said Ron. "He only saw her from the back, right? Maybe it was that Patil girl."

"What did I just say about saying that girl?" asked Hermione. "Don't say it.

"Hermione, come off it," said Harry. "Besides it's time for dinner. I want to see if Angelina is our Champion."

"Yeah," said Ron. "Go Gryffindor!"

"Yes," said Hermione softly. "Go Gryffindor."

About half an hour later they heard Dumbledore's voice boomed, "The Hogwarts Champion is . . . Cedric Diggory!"

"No," Harry heard Ron say, but the uproar from the Hufflepuff table drowned him.

"Excellent," said Dumbledore. "Well, we now hove our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real-" The Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks flew and another piece of parchment came out of it. "Harry Potter." and then he turned it around, After a few moments of shock Dumbledore called again, "Harry Potter! Please come up here."

Harry felt extremely numb. Chances are if Hermione hadn't not pushed him to go, he would have stayed rooted to his seat, just like in Moody's class.

It felt as though there was now a mile between him and the front, but finally he reached it.

"Well . . . through the door, Harry," said Dumbledore.

Harry numbly walked through the door

"What is it?" asked Fleur. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?

"No," he said.

"Extraordinary," said Ludo Bagman. "Gentlemen . . . lady, may I introduce- incredible though it may seem- the fourth Triwizard champion?

Krum straightened up, Cedric was nonplussed, but Delacour however tossed her head and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."

"Joke? No, no, not at all. Harry's name came out of the Goblet of Fire. on the same parchment.

Krum's eyebrows contracted, Cedric was still politely bewildered, but Fleur said, "But zat is a mistake, 'e is too young."

"Well . . . it is amazing," said Ludo. "But, as you know, the age restriction-"
Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape entered.

"Madame Maxime, zey are saying zat zis little boy are to compete also!"

"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" she asked.

"I would like to know myself," said Karkaroff. "Two Hogwarts champions! That is outrageous!"

"C'est impossible" said Maxime. "'Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions!"
"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff.

"It's no one's fault, but Potter's, Karkaroff," said Snape softly. "Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break the rules. He has been crossing the lines ever since he arrived-"

"Thank you, Severus, for your input," said Dumbledore.

"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"No," said Harry, fully aware of everyone watching him closely. Snape made a soft noise of disbelief in the shadows.

"Did either of you ask an older student to put your names in the Goblet of Fire for you?"

"No," he said.

"Ah, but of course 'e are lying!" cried Maxime.

"They couldn't have crossed the Age Line," said McGonagall. "I am sure we are all agreed on that-"

"Dumbly-door must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line."

"It is possible, of course," said Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake! Really, what nonsense. Harry could not have crossed, and as Professor Dumbledore believes him in that he didn't persuade an older student to do it for him, I'm sure that should be good enough for everybody else!"

She shot a look at Snape.

"Mr. Crouch . . . Mr. Bagman, you are our - er - objective judges. Surely you will agree that this is most irregular?" said Karkaroff.

Bagman whipped his face and looked at Crouch.

Then Crouch spoke in his usual curt voice, "We must follow the rules, and the rules clearly state that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament."

"Well,' said Bagman. "Barty knows the rule book back to front." He said it as though it settled the matter.

"I insist upon resubmitting the names of the rest of my students," said Karkaroff. "You will set up the Goblet of Fire once more, and we will continue adding names until each school has three champions. It is only fair Dumbledore."

"But Karkaroff, it doesn't work like that," said Bagman. "The Goblet of Fire's just gone out- it won't reignite until the start of the next tournament-"

"In which Durmstrang will most certainly not be competing! After all our meetings, negotiations, compromises, I like expected something of this nature to occur! I have half a mind to leave now!"

"Empty threat, Karkaroff," growled Moody. "You can't leave your champion now. He's got to compete. They've all got to compete. Binding contract, like Dumbledore said. Convenient, eh?"

"Right," said Dumbledore. (I'm cutting it shorter, sorry Jo.) "How this situation arose, we do not now. It seems to me however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry have been chosen for the tournament. This, therefore, they will do . . ."

"Ah, but Dumbly-dorr-"

"My dear Madam Maxine, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it."
Madam Maxine kept quiet.

"Well, then might I suggest that we all go and-" there was no need to finish, Madam Maxine and Fleur, Karkaroff and Krum had already left.

"Well, then," said Dumbledore. "WE wouldn't want to deprive Hufflepuff and Gryffindor their right of fun. You two may also go." And with that Harry and Cedric left.

"So . . ." said Cedric. "How did you get your name in the goblet?"

"I didn't," said Harry.

"Right," said Cedric with skepticism in his voice.

"I didn't," he repeated, and they both parted their ways to their own common rooms.

"Well, I just heard from Vi, who the Hogwarts Champion is," said the fat lady.

"Balderdash," said Harry.

"It is certainly most not!" said Vi.

"No, Vi, that's the password," and she swung open.

Harry was practically grabbed by the collar and dragged into the common room.

"Well, if it wasn't me, I'm glad that it was another Gryffindor," said Angelina.

"Why didn't you tell us?" asked Fred half annoyed half impressed.

After about half an hour, Harry was finally out of there. As he was leaving he noticed a girl with black hair leaving the common room.

Maybe that is her, he thought as he climbed the stairs to his dormitory.

"Hey," said Ron, he was on his bed.

"Hey," replied Harry.

"Did you use the Invisibility Cloak?" asked Ron.

"Not even the cloak could do that," said Harry.

"So," said Ron slowly. "How did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

"I didn't," said Harry.

"Right," said Ron in the same skeptic voice that Cedric had. "I mean, you might have wanted to tell your best friend."

"Ron!" said Harry. "I didn't put my name in that CUP! I thought that you would even get that!"

"Yeah," said Ron. "I'm not stupid."

"Well, you're doing a very good job at it."

"Yeah, that's me, Harry Potter's stupid best friend," he said gruffly as he got into bed.

"Ron!" said Harry, but it was too late, Ron had already pulled the curtain of his bed and to Harry that was a sign that he wasn't talking to him.

Great, thought Harry. One of the two people I thought would believe me, hates me.

Chapter Three: Meeting with Moody

All the next day was probably one of the worst days Harry had at Hogwarts, Harry endured taunts from Slytherins; the Hufflepuffs, who were usually on friendly terms with the Gryffindors were rather cold; the Ravenclaws for what Harry could tell weren't that happy with him, also, although they didn't do anything to him; Ron was not talking to Harry; and if that wasn't the worst of it all for Harry, he also had to worry about his meeting with Moody.

"Harry, you need to go now," said Hermione. She was the only one who talked to him in the right sense. She knew that Harry didn't out his name him, more over, to Harry's delight, she believed that Harry didn't put his name in. He forgot that he had to go to Moody class for dinner. His stomach began to flutter in anxiousness.

"Do I have to?" asked Harry to Hermione.

"Harry you have to go, remember my idea of advance magic? Go, Harry he might help you."

"Fine, fine," said Harry. "No need to bit my head off."

He left the common room and headed toward Moody's class. Before he opened the door, He closed his eyes, took a breath and then opened the door.

Harry was surprised to see what he saw. The table had moved, and all there was one long table in the middle.

"What are you standing there for Potter? Are you going to move?" he turned around and saw Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson standing there.

"What are you doing here?" asked Harry.

"Ask, Moody," said Malfoy.

"I thought that I told that girl," said a voice. Harry thought of what Hermione said, but it didn't register well, "that I will tell you then," It was Moody.

Harry moved out of the way fast and sat down in a seat (one in the middle of the table), but when he sat the chair burned him.

"What the-" he looked to see what was on the chair, but there wasn't anything on there. He looked at the table and there was a name tag there.

Oh, he thought. Must sting you if you sit in the wrong seat.

He walked to the end of the table and found his, Harry Potter.

After some time, more people came, some older and some his age. To him it seemed like all the Prefects were there, to his dislike that also included Cedric, but (like Ron said in first year) you can't have it all. By now nearly all the places were filled, except the place where Harry had sat earlier.

"Ok," grunted Moody. "Now, I have chosen you all to-"

Just then Harry heard the door open.

"Sorry, Professor," said a girl's voice; it sounded breathy. "Professor McGonagall had to see me and I didn't think that it would be that long of a meeting, but it was and so I-"

"Just, sit," grunted Moody. "I know that she wanted to talk to you. You aren't in trouble."

The girl sat down in the seat that Harry had earlier sat at. He turned and looked, he circumcised that it was the same girl in his class because she had jet black hair, but that was all he could see of her.

"Now, as I was saying, I have chosen you all to try out an experiment for me. Now," she said because to Harry could tell there was about to be an out burst of complains. "You will not be talking potions or something like that, but you will be making them. You see for the year that I'm here I would like to see how the future Aurors, Healers, and other occupants think. So, for the next year, you and a partner will be making up spells, curses, potions, and things of that nature that people would use for Defense Against the Dark Arts. The two students who I think did the best will earn two hundred points for the next year," everyone sat and started at him. Two hundred points? and that too at the beginning of the year? Then Moody began talking again,

"But," said Moody, "There is a catch though-"

"Isn't there always?" said the girl.

"Very amusing," said Moody.

"Thank you."

"Anyway, if you decide that you want to do this, you can only get points, there for you are in this to win. If you do this you will have to win, because since you would be earning points, if you don't win you will lose points."

"WHAT?!?!" everyone said, as you could tell there was an immediate uproar. Losing two hundred points at the beginning of the year?!?!?

"You either receive the two hundred points or lose one hundred."

"Lest he has a heart," he thought he heard the girl mutter again. "Only lose half of what you can gain."

"Now, I want you all to eat dinner. Think about what I said; decide whether or not you want to do this, but before that you, will-" he stopped himself, "well I'll tell you then." He waved his wand and food appeared in the plates. They all ate rather quietly. Harry knew who would try, probably the Hufflepuff, being their smart selves. Now that Harry looked, he noticed that the table, though there was one, was slightly divided between the houses. Most of the Gryffindors were sitting together, most of the Ravenclaws, most of the Hufflepuffs, and most of the Slytherins.

Some people were dispersed like for instance, Tracy Davis was sting next to a Gryffindor, Megan Fones was sitting next to Warrington, and the girl was sitting next to Malfoy.

At the end of dinner, Moody said, "Which one of you has decided on doing this?"

Seven hands rose. Harry wasn't doing it because he knew that with the Triwizard Tournament he would be to busy. Then shakily, another had also rose, it was the girl.

"Very well then, those who are doing, grab on tightly to your chairs," he snapped his fingers and those who raised their hands, their chairs zoomed across the floor and were put in front of the class, the backs turned so that they faced Moody.
"Now know that once you are in you cannot turn back." He looked at them, they nodded.
Harry was trying to figure out who was there, but it didn't really work.

"Names!" barked Moody.

One by one they said their names.

"Anthony Goldstein."

"Kathy Gates."

"Ernie MacMillan."

"Hannah Abbott."

"Cedric Diggory."

"Draco Malfoy."

"Tracy Davis."

"Alexandra Porter."

The name made everyone look from Harry to this Alexandra girl. Her last name seemed so close to his own.

"Ok," said Moody, not caring that anyone was paying to much attention to him. "So now let me see how to pair you."

"You get to choose?" asked Malfoy. "Why can’t we choose ourselves?"

"You will do as I say!"

"Yes, sir," Malfoy said with fear in his voice.

"Hold on tight," said Moody with a cynically smile, he waved his wand grandly and the chair rose in the air and began spinning and then stopped and lowered them back to the floor. Now each person was facing someone: Malfoy, Warrington; Kathy, Anthony; Ernie, Hannah; and Alexandra, Cedric. (This was all guess work for Harry, since they had their back turned to everyone else.)

"Now," said Moody. "The pairs that you are in, will not, and can not be changed."

"Why can't it be changed?" asked Kathy. "Oh, not that I don't want to work with Anthony, just a question, is all." She said hastily.

"Because I said so," he gave her a look that dared her to say otherwise. She stayed quiet. "Now, I want to say, 'The Best of Luck' to you who are doing this. You will be allowed a class room at any time you want, but you have to meet at least once every two weeks, I would suggest more, and you will need to report to me every month. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," they all said in unison, all but Malfoy.

"Is that understood, boy?" Moody growled at him, leaning into his face.

"Yes," said Malfoy, in Harry's option weakly.

"Well," said Moody. ""The rest of you may leave; I would like a word with the ones who are going to participate in these events. I will be seeing you all tomorrow in my classes, so don't plan on skipping." He said that staring at Malfoy. "Doing this does not exempt you from doing normal school work," said Moody striding. "This is extra work that you will do. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," they all said, even Malfoy.

Harry smiled slightly. He knew that Moody wouldn't take any nonsense from anyone, no matter who it was.


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