It was the drawing of the champions for the Triwizard tournament and Harry Potter's name had come out of the goblet. "Well, where is the boy?" Said Barty Crouch, Jr as Alastor Moody.

"He's coming," said Albus. "He'll have to come or else he'd lose his magic." Just then, there was a flash of light. Then a portal opened up and out stepped a group of sixteen people. In the group was a young man with shoulder-length black hair in a braided mohawk. He had jade green eyes, a light tan and was buffed. He was also tall, around six foot four.

He was dressed in a black T-shirt with a red and gold spiked 'T'[1] on the front and the words; 'We're Just Here For The Cake'[2] on the back, jeans, boots and a leather vest with the same spiked 'T' on the back. He looked around, "um. Where in the Underworld are we?" He said, just then a young woman had gone over to him. She had purple hair with violet streaks in it, a rich tan, white, low cut blouse, pencil length skirt, purple stockings with a lavender garter belt, purple boots and designer framed glasses. She had a [knight] chess piece hanging in her cleavage. She had a translucent tablet and was looking at it.

"Looks like Hogwarts Harry." She said, then a redhead looked over at her. She has purple eyes, black T-shirt with a golden [rook] on her chest, glasses, jeans, sneakers, and gloves.

"What are we doing at Hogwarts?" She said.

"Calm down everyone," said Harry. He looked around and saw that they were in the Great Hall. Just then an old man started to walk up to them that was when he broke out in red dots.

"Harry my boy," he said just then he heard the clicks of guns.

"I Don't Know You!" Harry said.

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter." He said Harry was about to call everyone off when someone had to open their mouth.

"Oh please Potter," he said. "Just go to the back!" Harry glared at the man, he was a greasy looking man with a big nose. He was dressed in black robes. Just then a woman with long brown hair and green eyes leaped at him, she was dressed in a black, leather sports bra, black tights, boots and had claws coming out of her hands. She also had a [Knight] piece hanging from a collar around her neck.

Once she makes it to him, she floored him and pinned his neck in between her claws. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you!" She growled, "my tongue could be cut out!" The man gulped and was about to tell her off when those claws got closer.

"Laura, come on sweetheart." Said Harry, "don't want your claws to be all greasy." So she let him go and Snape was about hit her with a spell when Harry kicked him in the balls. "I don't mind getting dirty." He cracked his knuckles and punched him right in the face.

"Now, you were saying about me going to the back?" Snape glared at Harry, "put them away. Before I pluck them out!" Another red-headed young woman had rolled over to them. She was in a wheelchair with tablets on either side and a keyboard across her lap.

She also had a headset on and was taking the bit of paper that had Harry's name on it. She was dressed like the other redhead but she had blue eyes. "Hmm, of course, this isn't your handwriting Harry. This looks like it was written by a blind, drunk man backward." She said. Barty glared at her about her crack on his handwriting. "I'm talking to Doctor Fate right now."

Dumbledore paled if he gets involved his plans were ruined. "Uh, there's no need…" He started.

"It's alright," she got him. "Kent? It's Barbra, I'm fine. He's fine. Yes. Yes. No, that's not why I called. We got a problem, well it's the Triwizard tournament." She winced, 'knew he was going to be upset.' "You're coming here?" Everyone with Harry looked over and paled. Harry calmed them down.

"He's probably coming to help out our team." He said.

"He is," said the wheelchaired redhead. "He also wants to talk to whoever thought this was a good idea to bring this 'Deathtrap' back." Everyone involved with the tournament paled.

Just then a golden ankh appeared on the floor of the great hall and a man in a blue and white bodysuit, gold cape, gloves, and helmet.

Barty drew his ward and was about to hit Doctor Fate with the killing curse but Fate hit him with a blast in the shape of an ankh sending him to a wall holding him there.

"Harry, he is not who he claims to be." He said, Harry, nodded, walked over to him and pulled 'Moody's' flask off of him and poured the contents of it out.

Then he sniffed it, "polyjuice." Harry said.

"Now, why would someone need polyjuice?" Asked the purple haired woman.

"Someone trying to hide Tar," said the first redhead.

"I wonder who he is, Kenz." Said, Laura, as she popped her claws.

"I assure you," said Dumbledore. "He's…"

"SILENCE ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!" Said Fate, "You Have Defied Fate For Far Too Long!" Dumbledore was freaking out now.

"I...I can explain!" He stammered.

"I doubt it!" Said Harry. Fate was looking over the piece of parchment.

"Someone Tricked The Goblet Into Believing There is a Fourth School." Snape was about to say something. "Don't Say A Word Severus Snape! Your Fate Is Already Determined!"

"I Don't Care Muggle!" He said and drew his wand to attack when Fate slammed him into the floor and to the walls.

"Anything Else?" Snape was out cold. "Harry, Do You Want To Participate?"

"Sure I don't mind." Dumbledore smiled.

"Excellent, now if you would…"

"As a member of; escuela de la muerte y la magia." Dumbledore paled. "What? You thought I wasn't the Master of Death?" Just then someone opened his mouth.

"Oh come off of it Potty!" He had short platinum hair was dressed in a sweater vest with green and silver trim, white shirt, slacks and boots. "As if you are the Master of Death!"

"Draco Malfoy, son of a coward, who paid for the ministry." Draco got mad, "I don't care if you believe it or not. But, where I was raised, we have factions and there are members of my faction here."

"Stop ly-urk!" Draco said as a member of his house grabbed him. "PUT ME DOWN GOYLE!"

"Hey Greg? Slam him through the table!" Said Harry.

"Sure ting, boss!" Said a big dude, with black hair and dressed like Malfoy but with black pants and boots. Then slammed Malfoy's face into the table.

"Thank you Mr. Goyle." Dumbledore wanted to take points from Slytherin but he couldn't if he were to do something now, he'd have to explain why he didn't do anything for the past three years. But, McGonagall did something, take a hundred points from Slytherin. "As I was saying, I'll participate. But, not as a member of Hogwarts."

Everyone was upset about the fact that the 'Boy-who-lived' will be participating for another school in the Triwizard Tournament. With a wave of Harry's hand, everyone were in black, grey, white and gold robes and uniforms. "You see," he said. "We don't need wands."

"Do not worry Dumbledore," said Fate. "My students will have a place to stay during the tournament." With that Harry, Tara, Laura and Kenzi had went to the back room to tell the others.

Everyone went to the back where the other Champions were. The first one was a very beautiful young woman with silver blond hair, blue eyes, and a very, very nice figure. She was in a powder blue robes and heeled, ankle boots. She looked at Harry, squealed and ran over to him. She leapt right at him and grabbed him in a tight hug. "ARRY!" She said as she hugged him. He hugged her back as the others smiled as they spun in a tight circle.

"How are you Fleur?" He asked, as he kissed her cheeks.

"I am fine, you?"

"Well, we just finished taking Kokabiel and his faction apart. Then escorted some brave warriors to their rightful rewards." He said, then the others walked into the room. One of the other saw Harry, he had short brown hair and brown eyes. Dressed in a vest, shirt, tie, slacks and robes in black and yellow.

He went over to Harry and hugged him tightly. "Harry!" He said as he did, "how are you mate?" He pulled off of Harry.

"I'm good Cedric." Then a tall, stocky young man went over to them, he had black hair in a buzz cut, dark eyes and was dressed in a military styled outfit in shades of black, white and gray. "Viktor!" Harry held out his hand and 'Viktor' took it to shake it. There were two other people in the room, they were wondering who this young man was and how did he know their students. The first one was a very tall woman, around 7 feet, she was dressed in high fashion, furred robes and boots. She had brown hair and gray eyes, she was also beautiful.

The other one, Eastern European ancestry in him, had balding black hair, dark eyes, a long black beard and was in a black and gray military outfit and boots. "Who are you and why are you so familiar with our students?" He said, Harry just looked at the man and rolled his eyes. "ANSWER ME!" He yelled.

"Laura?" Said Harry, Laura just grabbed the military man and slammed him to the wall. She was about to skewer him head when Harry stopped her. "You want to know my name, Kakarov?" He walked up to them and Kakarov started to pale. "The Boy Who Lived, now the Man Who's Death's Master. Drop him," so Laura did and he landed on his but. "You want to know why I'm so friendly with your students? They are members of my faction. Show them." So Fleur, Cedric and Viktor took off their robes and under coats or jackets, vests and rolled up their sleeves. On their upper arms was a spiked 'T' with green spirits wrapped around it. "I don't think those who follow," he rolled his eyes again at this. "Who Know Who got nothing on us!" Those that were Death Eaters started to gulp realizing that they were screwed.

TBC

Notes:

1- Think the Undertaker's logo.

2- Paraphrased on a balloon where Death is holding a slice of cake with a candle on it.

Harry's Peerage:

Queen: N/A

Knight: Tara Sparkle (Human Twilight)/ Laura Kinney (X-23)

Bishop: N/A

Rook: Barbara Gordon (Oracle)/ Kenzi Kensington (Safeword, Agents of Mayhem)

Pawn: N/A