The Goblin's Child
Prologue: The Tournament
A/N: Hello y'all, as I have mentioned before, I am rewriting my original fan fiction "Goblin Child" (hereafter known as "GC") because I felt I could have done a lot of things better; and I want to please all those who enjoyed my first story. GC has always been near my heart, but until recently I have not had the encouragement or the gumption to complete it. Once I gained that encouragement, I realized just how many plot holes and other details I missed out on in the original, and I decided that rewriting the story would simply be better than editing the old one.
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Thanks: I would like to thank my entire beta team for their outstanding work, including "Daerwyn", my sister-in-law "The Sarcastic Typo"," jennyyu73","Malfoy-Snape", and also "parselmagic", for agreeing and aiding me in beta-reading this story, it should help a whole lot. I also want to thank "Robst" for inspiring in me the original idea for this fic with his story "Can't Have It Both Ways". There will be some similarities to this and other fan fictions, but you should notice my own spin on many of these.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own, nor am I profiting in any way but enjoyment from playing in the Harry Potter universe. JK Rowling owns it all. Maybe if I become her literal slave, she will sell me the rights? Nah, that's simply too much work.
TEXT LIKE /SJHSDHFJSAKF/ IS PROLONGED GOBLIN SPEECH.
And on with the story.
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" — he indicated the door behind the staff table — "where they will be receiving their first instructions."
He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames al most painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. … A few people kept checking their watches. …
"Any second," Lee Jordan whispered two seats away from Harry.
The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."
"No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.
"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!
The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore "is Fleur Delacour!"
"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
"Oh look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. "Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.
When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excite ment you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next …
And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"
"No!" said Ron loudly, but nobody heard him except Harry; the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers' table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons 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 —"
But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.
The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out —
"Harry Potter."
(GOF, JKR)
After the cup had spit out his name, Harry, who was still in shock, was ordered to a room off the great hall, wherein he was accused of cheating and ridiculed by all those around him, had to prove he was not lying by placing himself under a magical oath, and had "Mad-Eye Moody" blame the whole incident on a scheme. Harry had attempted to withdraw from the tournament, but was told he could lose his magic, he could die, or both, if he did not participate.
Dejectedly, Harry made his way back to Gryffindor tower and up to his dorms quickly. He was shortly followed by Ron.
"Congratulations, mate." Ron said, with a plastered grin that looked more like a sneer.
"What do you mean, congratulations?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"On getting into the tournament, of course." Ron said, before glaring at Harry. "How did you do it? Not even Fred and George were able to manage, was it with your cloak?" He asked.
"I didn't enter." Harry stated, not looking at the redhead.
"You don't have to pretend with me, I know you aren't going to get in trouble. The Fat Lady's friend, Violet, told us all about how Dumbledore is letting you compete and you're not getting punished for entering." Ron angrily lashed out.
Harry shook his head furiously, "Did you ever think that I'm not getting punished because they figured out that someone entered me against my will?"
"I'm not stupid, you know. A thousand galleons, eternal glory, not even you could pass that up. I'm only mad because you didn't tell anyone else." Ron furiously stated, his ears going red.
"You're sure doing a great impression of stupid," Harry retorted, "Do you not remember what else Dumbledore said, this stupid tournament was CANCELLED because of a high death toll. No amount of money or glory is worth that!" Harry yelled.
Ron's face only grew redder as he grew louder, shouting, "That's rich coming from the pampered, rich, and glory hound, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived!"
Harry's face dropped in shock, and he had nothing to say as Ron released the locking spell he had placed on their dorm room door and headed to bed, shutting the curtains behind him.
Harry slowly made his way to the window of their dorms, and sat in the bay window, still contemplating about his predicament as his other dorm mates made their way into the room, did their nightly routines, and headed off to bed. Harry remained sitting as he thought about Ron and the tournament.
Slowly, Harry fell asleep, still sitting.
Harry awoke nearly three hours later to a magnificent eagle owl pecking at the window in front of where he had fallen asleep. He groggily looked out at the bird and noticed a scroll in its talons and a chain around its neck. The chain bore the crest of Gringotts, the Wizarding bank run by the goblins.
Harry slowly and cautiously opened the window, so as not to wake his dorm-mates. The eagle landed and stuck out its foot, waiting impatiently for Harry to take the letter. Harry did so and noticed that the letter was addressed to him. He slowly opened the envelope and began to read. As he did, he noticed the letter was addressed quite oddly.
Hadrian "Harry" James Charlus Potter,
Gringotts, the Goblin Nations, and I, Snarktooth of clan WorhiekeuSorgguruh, does greet you with great honour and faith. We are writing to request a meeting with you to discuss some matters that relate to a report sent to us at or about midnight this morning by one of our own, Filius Flitwick of Clan Eunishiunikeuruhst, regarding your entrance into the tournament.
Under the " Child Emancipation Acts of 1640" passed by the Wizarding Body of Law, the Wizengamot, and approved by the Crown of England, we believe that we have multiple reasons to allow for and to declare you a legal adult.
Among other reasons, this is one of many we wish to speak with you about, and to urge you to use the enclosed portkey to visit us at your earliest convenience. The pass code to activate the portkey, attached to the back of this letter, is "I, Hadrian James Charlus Potter, wish to meet with my assigned Gringotts' representative." Saying this pass code outside of any anti-portkey wards will bring you directly to my office. If I am not there at the moment in which you use the portkey, I ask that you remain in the office, as leaving may result in bank guards taking extreme action to eliminate what they percieve as a threat to the bank. I will be notified by a private alarm when the portkey is activated, day or night, and will join you in my office as soon as possible.
We urge you to remember that time is of the essence and that time is equivalent to profit and to use said portkey as soon as possible. We have many urgent matters to discuss with you.
Sincerely yours,
Snorktooth of Clan WorhiekeuSorgguruh
Steward of the Potter Accounts
Gringotts Bank, London, England, United Kingdom
Harry slowly turned the letter over and noticed what looked like a bank key. He unattached it from the paper, then headed towards his bed. Quickly, he retrieved the dress robes that Missus Weasley had bought him earlier before they came to Hogwarts, and changed into them. He placed the letter and portkey in his pocket then grabbed his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map and headed for the statue of the one-eyed witch, in order to head outside the wards.
Harry was both nervous and excited all at once; he had a meeting that may very well change his destiny with the Goblins.
A/N2: As you can see, I intend to flush out and change a lot about this story. Pairings are yet to be decided, however I doubt he will marry Bellatrix again but he will likely have multiple wives, though I may have him with a lot less titles than I did in the original story, at least to start. I also intend to flush out a whole lot more details of the stuff I kinda just skimmed over.