"Hey Leon, can you help me with that box over there?"

"Sure Jamie, gimme a second!"

Jamie Sullivan smiled at his friend, watching at Leon Geiss put down the large box housing many of his consoles. Jamie couldn't bear to part with his PS3, Xbox 360, or even his PS2 (he only kept it for Kingdom Hearts 2, but he couldn't let Leon know that).

"What did you need help with?" Leon asked, looking at the boxes lying around.

"Lunch! Come on, we're taking a break!" Jamie said happily with a large grin on his face. Leon pulled a face and sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Fine, fine. I'd much rather just get this move-in done as quickly as possible, though…" Leon murmured.

Leon and Jamie had been best friends since middle school, so when they both found themselves living on their own at age 17, they obviously decided to move in together.

Leon was about 5'11", and had a fairly athletic build. He indulged in parkour as a hobby, so he had to stay in shape. His black hair reached halfway down his forehead in the front, and all the way down his neck in the back, and his bright blue eyes were a nice contrast to his tanned skin. Jamie on the other hand, not so much. At 5'8" and usually called "thin as a stickman", he didn't do many sports, but enjoyed golf and tennis when he got out. His dark brown hair was short, not even half an inch long due to the constant buzz-cuts. His brown eyes were about the same shade, and he had thin-rimmed glasses. He enjoyed making people try them on, due to his odd prescription. Weak farsightedness in his right eye plus very bad nearsightedness in his left eye made for very entertaining migraines to whoever tried on his glasses. Well, entertaining for him at least.

"Jamie, I'm going to punch you. Hard."

"Oh Leon, you know you love me. Now, do you want semen on your grilled cheese, or just tomatoes?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

At a place dimensions away, Fate was about to intervene and prove that help truly could come from the most unlikely of places.

As students walked up to what looked like a flaming goblet, they would drop slips of paper with information on themselves in. Without any of them noticing, a slip of paper appeared out of thin air, gently falling into the flames.

The day after, at dinner, the hall where said goblet resides was filled with students, hundreds of them.

"Sit down please. And now the moment you've all been waiting for, the champions selection!" As an old man with a long white beard approached the goblet, the blue flame suddenly turned red. A piece of paper shot out, falling into the man's hand.

"The Durmstrang Champion is… Viktor Krum!" Cheers rang out across the hall, and another piece of paper came out.

"The champion from Beauxbatons… Fleur Delacour!" More cheers, and another piece of paper.

"The Hogwarts champion… Cedric Diggory!" Cheers from the home team (er, school), as he takes the stage with the other two.

"Excellent! we now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the tri-wizard cup!"

However, the goblet wasn't done. The flames turned red once more, and a fourth name shot out.

"Harry Potter. Harry Potter?" The old man, Dumbledore shouted. The boy named Harry Potter was paralyzed in fear. He hadn't entered his name into the Triwizard Cup, he didn't even want to be in the tournament.

"Go on, Harry. Harry, for goodness sake!" His friend Hermione spoke. As Harry began walking up to Dumbledore, something that no one expected happened for a second time that night. Another name shot out. Dumbledore caught it, already angry enough.

"…The champion of both Fate and Magic themselves to defend the Triwizard Tournament and those competing in it from the coming evil, is Leon Geiss…"

The name didn't ring any bells. No one in the hall with that name existed.

Yet.

Moments later, the piece of paper in Dumbledore's hand burst into blue flames, as did the fire in the Triwizard Cup. Dumbledore dropped the paper in shock, and the paper hit the ground. Suddenly, a ring of fire spread from the paper, about a meter in diameter. A small ball of blue flames floated in the air at the center of the circle, and throughout the hall, everyone could feel the pressure of pure magic.

"W-what's going on?" Dumbledore gasped out.

Leon rolled his eyes at Jamie, helping him get one of the last boxes in. Without warning, he felt his chest lurch, his heart pounding painfully. Leon collapsed to his knees, throwing up what was a mixture of his lunch, and blood. Jamie rushed over, but fell backwards in a gust of wind that seemed to be circling his friend.

"Leon! Leon, what's going on?" Jamie shouted.

"I… I don't know! I feel like I'm… being pulled in every direction!" He shouted, feeling his heart pounding more, and in incredible pain. He threw up more blood, feeling it running down from his mouth, and soaking into his blue shirt. Coughing weakly, electricity seemed to be shooting out in a circular pattern around him.

"J-Jamie! Help!" Leon cried out weakly, looking at his friend who was frozen in terror. He couldn't see what Jamie saw.

Jamie watched as his best friend seemed to fade in and out of existence, and a burst of fire shot out around Leon.

"Leon!" Jamie shouted, getting up and running at the fire. Suddenly, the fire vanished, and along with it, Leon Geiss.

"…Leon…"

In the circle of fire at Hogwarts, people were screaming as the fire seemed to grow in size, creating a large sphere. In a huge burst of magic, the fire vanished.

Sitting inside what had been the circle of fire, Leon Geiss coughed up the last bit of blood that had refused to come up. Wiping his mouth free of blood with his arm, he looked around, trying to get a hold on things.

The first thing he recognized was that he wasn't in his apartment anymore, and Jamie was nowhere to be seen. There were a bunch of people, ranging from young to old, in varieties of robes.

"…Leon Geiss?" He heard someone say. Turning to look, he saw an old man with a long white beard. Had he been stable at the moment, Leon would have recognized him. After all, Leon had seen the Harry Potter movies. But right now, he was in a panic.

Using his parkour skills would be best. He needed to get out of here. Find a place to hide. Get his bearings, find out what was going on.

In a feat of athletic ability that would have most people jealous, Leon turned to the large doors he'd seen earlier when he'd checked around briefly. It was about 100 meters away. He could make it.

Making a mad dash, Leon started to run to the door, jumping over the table in front of him with his feet never touching the table, using only his hands.

"Stop him!" Dumbledore shouted, throwing a stunner at Leon.

Leon had no idea what he was doing. He was running on pure instinct. Turning his head, Leon held his hand out in the direction the stunner was coming from, and snapped his fingers. Then turning, he kept running. The spell seemed to hit an invisible shield and dissipated. All of that happening in only a second, Leon kept running. He couldn't get those doors opened quickly, so he kept working with it. Snapping his fingers at the doors, he watched as a small black sphere formed in between the small gap of the closed doors. Suddenly, the doors crunched in and were crushed into the black sphere, making a wooden sphere out of the doors. Leaping over the wood as it collapsed, he he hit the ground and rolled forward, pushing at the ground and getting into a dash-run.

Back in the Great Hall, teachers were running around trying to calm the students down.

"Students, back to your common rooms! Teachers, with me!" Dumbledore shouted. "Whoever this Leon Geiss is, he cannot be allowed inside the castle, he is obviously a threat!"

Harry, having watched the whole thing, knew that this Leon wasn't the threat Dumbledore was making him out to be. He ran up to the Headmaster, frowning.

"Sir, he's not a threat. I saw his eyes. He was scared out of his mind; I don't think he had any idea where he was." Harry said.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, before sighing.

"Now that I think, his reactions fit what you are saying. Harry, you're still in trouble by the way. But we need to find Leon before he hurts himself or anyone else." Dumbledore spoke.

"I'm helping." Harry said with conviction.

"No, you aren't.

"I am. End of discussion." Harry said, finalizing it as he started running out of the Great Hall. Dumbledore had to hold off swearing, as the other professors were gathered.

"Albus, what's going on?" Minerva asked.

"I think the Triwizard Cup summoned this Leon Geiss from wherever he had been. The paper that had his name on it was odd; I'll show you the Pensieve memory later. We need to find him though. Aim to stun, not injure." He ordered, leading the professors into the castle as the prefects took most of the students.

Leon panted weakly with exhaustion as he rushed up another flight of stairs. He was on the seventh floor as he'd counted, and could barely breathe anymore.

"I need a place to hide and figure things out…" He murmured, trying to find somewhere to hide.

"Where did that door come from?" Leon tilted his head, seeing a door that hadn't been there a moment ago. He walked over to it, and opened the door, walking in and closing the door behind him.

The room looked just like his bedroom.

"Well… I usually do go to my bedroom when I want to hide and figure things out… but this isn't my bedroom. It's a copy." Leon sighed, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it. He took his iPhone out from his pocket.

"No service. Great. Now… what's going on?"

"I believe I can answer that." He heard a feminine voice say. Leon turned, and sitting next to him was a ghostly woman. She was beautiful, and looked like…

"Mom?" Leon gasped out. His mother had died during his childbirth. He'd seen pictures, even after his father had hid them after he'd remarried, but still…

"I thought you'd be more open to listen if I looked like this. I am a manifestation of Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts? Hogwarts is fiction, it's in those Harry Potter books…" Leon rolled his eyes.

"Harry Potter books? So, you came from a dimension where this one is fictional?" She asked.

"Wait, dimension? Are you suggested I just dimension-traveled? Even if it was theoretically possible, I'd get torn apart in the process…!" Leon felt realization hit him. "That's why I felt like I did…"

"Yes. You were chosen by the Triwizard Cup, courtesy of Fate and Magic, to defend the tournament and its participants." She spoke.

"Triwizard Cup? So this is during the… fourth book. Damnit, I wish I'd paid more attention to the books! I barely remember anything from them! Wait, I loved those books. I should remember more!" Leon tilted his head. He knew that when the seventh book had come out, he'd been obsessed over it. Practically memorized it. And yet, he didn't even remember the title.

"I think that's the price for coming here. You lost any knowledge that would give you advantages for future events." Hogwarts said.

"That explains why I remember the first three books perfectly, but nothing from the fourth and onward. And what was with that finger-snapping thing? I was like Roy Mustang from FMA, except… doing something instead of Alchemy." Leon mentioned.

"That was a manifestation of your magic. It was probably draining since you didn't use a focus, but you have one. Let me draw it out…" She murmured. Putting a hand on Leon's chest, she pulled it away, and a small white ball followed her hand. It pulsed for a moment, and then in Leon's right hand, in a reverse grip, sat the Ends of the Earth Keyblade.

"…I recognize this. It's… from Birth by Sleep. It's the Keyblade that Terra gets when he meets Riku on Destiny Islands… I'm a Keyblade Wielder?" Leon gaped.

"Apparently so. Now, I can sense people coming. They know you're in here. I need to leave now; they'll get in here soon." Hogwarts said, beginning to disappear. Leon turned and gave a wide smile.

"Thanks for the help. I… I know I was chosen for this. I'll help, but you have to promise me that you'll help me get home after this is over!" Leon said. Hogwarts nodded and vanished.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

Harry, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Snape all stood in the doorway. All but Harry and Dumbledore had their wands out.

Leon got to his feet, a serious look having come to his face. His clothes had changed, from the blue t-shirt and jeans, to a white t-shirt and black vest, along with grey baggy pants. Closing his eyes and sighing, his clothes suddenly turned red, and the keyblade Fatal Crest appeared in his left hand, in a reverse grip while Ends of the Earth was in his right hand, now in a forward grip.

"Valor Form, eh? Alright, and Fatal Crest, but Fatal Crest doesn't have Berserk Charge active for some reason… oh well." He murmured, looking at the group of wizards who looked befuddled.

"I'm not letting you take me down without a fight!" Leon shouted.

"We're not here to fight. Just… put down your weapons and we'll talk about this in a civilized manner. Alright?" Dumbledore spoke carefully, not aware of the capabilities Leon had at his disposal.

"You lost that chance when you threw spells at me earlier. I get taken from my home against my will, teleported to a place I've never seen in my life, and had to run for my life. Sorry old man, but I'm not backing down." Leon glared, playing his part as a scared teen.

"How dare you-!" Minerva started.

"Thunder!" Leon shouted, lightning striking around the group, making them scatter.

"Stupefy!" He heard multiple voices speak.

"Reflect!" He watched as the spells fizzled as they hit his shield. He made a rush at them, aiming at Snape first. He knew the Potions Master was a big threat. Swiping Ends of the Earth at him, Snape was thrown back into a wall. Using Fatal Crest to block a Disarming Charm, he swore as the keyblade flew from his hand, and when he turned to grab it, he was hit with a Stupefy, sending him to the ground. Valor Form faded away, and the two keyblades vanished.

"Ngh… Jamie…" Leon gasped before passing out.

As Dumbledore went to check on Snape, he noticed that while Snape was in pain, there were no physical injuries aside from bruising.

"A blunt weapon… hm." He murmured, before walking over to the unconscious teen.

"Well, Leon Geiss, it looks as if we're going to be having an interesting discussion when you awaken…"