Family visits and warnings
“This is most troubling...” Dumbledore sighed as Reborn told him what’d happened.
He’d dropped off Potter at the infirmary, but brought Crouch to the Headmaster. Dumbledore had tried to cast a spell to wake up Crouch, but it appeared the man was in a coma of sorts. Reborn had a guess as to what’d happened to the man though.
”The attacker shot a spell at Crouch while we were fighting. I didn’t notice it at the time, because the spell was almost invisible, but it was there,” Reborn said, thinking. “I’ve seen mind break before. The way Crouch acted before he fainted... mind break. There’s a high chance, if he ever breaks out of the coma, he won’t be the same.”
There was silence, and then Dumbledore sighed and nodded.
”Thank you for brining this to my attention, Reborn. I’ll send Mr. Crouch to St. Mungo’s. And... if it’s possible, please refrain from mentioning this to anyone. Even Skull.”
”...of course,” Reborn said. “However, if Skull chooses to ask, I will not withhold information.”
”I suspect that’s the best I can get out of you,” Dumbledore said wryly. “Thank you.”
Reborn nodded curtly and exited the office.
FAMILY VISITS...
”Mrs. Weasley! Bill!” Harry said, his jaw dropping. “What are you doing here?”
”Well, we came here to cheer you on, obviously,” said Bill, grinning. “Charlie wanted to come too, but he couldn’t get off work. He said you were incredible against the Horntail.”
”This is really nice of you,” Harry mumbled. “For a moment, I thought- the Dursleys...”
”Hmm,” Mrs. Weasley said. She’d never liked the Dursley family.
“Fancy giving us a tour, Harry?” Bill asked.
”Yea... okay,” Harry said, nodding.
The three of them began to walk, until the stopped at the Quidditch field.
”Oh,” Harry said. “Looks like Skull and Reborn are teaching again.”
”Who?” Bill asked. Harry nodded over to the yelling teacher’s.
”They’re the DADA assistant teacher’s. Though, Reborn’s a muggle.”
”Muggle!” Mrs. Weasley cried.
”Yeah, but don’t let that fool you. It’s like he can apparate everywhere. You won’t know he’s snuck up on you till- bam! You’re knocked to the floor with his foot on your back. The purple one is Skull. Skull and Reborn are dating,” Harry said. At that moment, Skull spotted the trio and waved, running over.
”Hello! Fancy seeing you around, Harry!” Skull said cheerfully. “Care to join?”
”Join what?” Bill asked curiously, looking towards the class.
”Ah, hello. I’m Skull. As for what, we’ll, I decided wizards and witches rely too much on their magic. After living with muggles and seeing their way, well, I decided that I needed to toughen up the kids here. Who’re you?” Skull said/asked.
”Bill Weasley. This is my Mother, we’re here to cheer on Harry,” Bill said, putting out a hand. Skull shook his hand with a grin.
”Hello,” he said. Molly, on the other hand, looked aghast.
”You’re barely eighteen!” she said. “Dumbledore let’s you teach?!”
”Ah,” Skull said, tapping his nose in embarrassment. “See-”
”He’s older than he looks, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said.
”Right on!” Skull said, grinning again. “A curse, you see,” he added, after seeing Mrs. Molly’s dubious look. “Long story short, I got mixed up in some things I wasn’t supposed to, and got cursed along with a couple of others.”
”But he’s grateful for that now, of course,” a voice purred. “Aren’t you, Bellissimo?”
Skull gave a small squeak and turned red. Harry rolled his eyes. Bill looked interested.
”So you two really are dating then?” he asked.
”Indeed,” Reborn said, putting out a hand. “My name is Reborn.”
”Funny name,” Bill said. “Bill Weasley.”
”I think we should move on now!” Harry said loudly. “We’ve got loads to do.”
”Right you are then mate,” Bill said. “Let’s go.”
POV SWITCH TO SOME TIMELATER (ONLY A FEW MINUTES)...
Skull answered his phone.
”Hello? You have reached the great Skull-sama. How can I help you?” he asked.
”Skull? This is Tsuna,” the voice said in the other side.
”Oh! Tsuna, how can I help you?” Skull asked cheerfully.
”...something bad is gonna happen to you tonight. Well, not necessarily you, but someone you know.”
”...you can tell even when I’m practically on the other side of the world?”
”...uh... yes...?”
”Well, tonight is the last task... Right, thanks for the warning,” Skull said seriously. “I’ll keep my eye out.”
”You’re welcome. And, to be more specific, my intuition is screaming something about a trophy and teleportation or something...?”
”Hm... I may have an idea on what it may be talking about. Thanks for the heads up.”
”You’re welcome! Bye!”
”Bye!”
The line cut and Skull lowered the phone, thinking and frowning. The only trophy... well, important trophy, was the Triwizard Trophy. And teleportation... for an object to teleport, it had to be...
”A Portkey,” Skull murmured. “It has to be a portkey. Damn, Dumbledore needs to know.”
”Know what?” Reborn asked, coming into the room. Skull grabbed his hand and started to pull him somewhere hurriedly.
”No time!” Skull called. “Tsuna called, saying his intuition was going off about tonight! There’s a high possibility from what he’s saying that the Trophy could be a portkey! We have to tell Dumbledore!”
”Ah, I see,” Reborn murmured and raced after Skull when his hand was dropped.