Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire- with Newt
A/N: The fourth installment of Harry Potter with Newt series is here! This year, we get to see Harry and his friends use Newt's suitcase more. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I need help everyone. I am actually the author of Harry Potter series and everything related to it. Unfortunately, one day, women named JK Rowling came to my house and swindled me out and stole my work! Sadly, I have no evidence to prove that, unless someone finds a pensive. Until then, Harry Potter is not mine.
Chapter 1: The Riddle House
In Little Hangleton, there was a manor called Riddle House, even though the Riddles had not lived there for years.
Everyone in Little Hangleton agreed that the Riddle house was creepy. The manor used to be a fine looking, grandest building for miles around, but now it was decrepit and damp.
But the atmosphere of the manor was still not as creepy as the rumor surrounding that house. Even to this day, people still liked to gossip about that rumor.
About 50 years ago in summer, a maid entered the Master's bedroom and found all 3 Riddles dead. According to the terrified maid, the Riddles were dead with their eyes open and no marks or blood was found on their body.
The police were summoned and they started to investigate. The villagers were interested about the identity of the murderer and the cause of the Riddle's death. The Riddles were prominent family who lived in Little Hangleton and all three, Mr and Mrs Riddle and their adult son Tom, were very snobby and arrogant people. Needless to say, no one wasted their energy mourning for them.
In the village pub many villagers set and discussed about the Riddle's murder. Then, the Riddle's cook came running and told the people that Frank Bryce has been arrested.
Frank Bryce was the old grizzled retired soldier who worked as a gardener for the Riddles. People knew his as the grumpy man who disliked everyone.
Some people immediately jumped into conclusion that Frank murdered the Riddles, while some were rather skeptical.
"Why would he murder the Riddles? I mean, he was a bit weird bloke but he doesn't really seem like a murderer type." one of the villagers pointed out.
"But he had the key to the backdoor! There was no evidence of breaking in! All he had to do was open the door and kill them!" said the other villager.
As the conversation continued, more and more people began to think that Frank Bryce was the murderer who killed the Riddles.
But while being investigated, all Frank Bryce would claim was that it was an unknown teenage boy, who looked curiously familiar that murdered the Riddles. According to Frank, the boy had dark hair, pale skin and red eyes. No one in Little Hangleton ever heard of such boy and everyone was sure that he was an imaginary person invented by Frank.
The odds were becoming worse and worse for Frank until a several report from doctor came. According to the doctor, there was no evidence of strangling, stabbing, poisoning, heart attack or shooting on the victim's body. The Riddles were dead as if all energy was drained from them. Another thing the doctors pointed out was that all three Riddles had a look of terror in their face, but the police ignored that evidence: who in their right mind smiles when they are about to be murdered?
Due to lack evidence, Frank Bryce, was released all clear of charges. He returned to the cottage he lived near the Riddle house and the Riddles were buried in a Little Hangleton churchyard.
Unfortunately for Frank, no one believed that Frank was innocent and still viewed him as the person who murdered the Riddles.
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Frank Bryce continued to work for the Riddle house and took care of the garden for the next masters. Many masters came, but none stayed too long. Most left saying the house gave them a creepy feeling.
Eventually a wealthy men purchased the manor, even though he did not live there. The wealthy men continued to pay Frank, even though Frank rarely saw that man. According to him, he was keeping the house for "tax reason".
Many village kids liked to torment the old man. They would throw rocks at window, purposely trampled on lawns and would laugh at Frank whenever he yelled at them. Frank knew that the kids were doing this probably because like their parents, the thought he was a murderer.
So, when Frank Bryce woke up in the middle of night and saw something very odd in the house, he naturally assumed it was one of those kids creating havoc inside. Frank woke up in the middle of the night and went to the window and saw that there was light coming out of the Riddle house.
Frank had no telephone and he mistrusted the police so he decided to go to the Riddle house himself. He picked up his walking stick and slowly made his way to the manor.
The front door had no sign of being forcibly opened and there were no broken window. Curious about how anyone got in, Frank went inside and started to look around.
The house looked nothing like it used to. Once grand and glorious rooms were now all dirty and covered with dusts.
Frank started to look around and saw a light coming from a room at the end of the hallway. The door was slightly ajar and light was coming out. Not wanting the intruders to come out, Frank quietly made his way near the door.
Then, a small timid voice came out. "My lord…. There is still more if you're hungry."
Then, a very cold voice, coldest voice Frank has ever heard started to speak. "Later Wormtail. I have other business right now. Wormtail, bring me closer to the fire."
Frank looked in and saw a small man wearing a black cloak holding something. Then, the cold voice started to speak. "Where is Nagini?"
The small man answered "O...o...out exploring my lord."
"After she returns, you will feed me tonight. This journey tired me greatly." said the cold voice.
Frank listened even more carefully. Who are these people? Feed me?
"My lord… May ask how long we are staying here?" asked the small man.
"At least a week. This place is comfortable enough. We should not proceed the plan until the Quidditch world cup is over."
Quidditch? Plan? What is going on?
"We must wait until the world cup is over? Forgive me, but why my lord?" asked the small man.
"Because you pathetic fool, with every wizards gathering from the world, the Ministry of Magic will be on duty keeping an eye on anything suspicious. They will be obsessed with security so we must wait."
Frank frowned. Wizards, Ministry of Magics, it all must be some kind of code. These men were clearly some sort of spies or gangsters.
"Your Lordship has chosen then?" asked the small men.
"Yes. I certainly have chosen."
Then there was pause. "My lord, it could be done without Harry Potter…."
Then the cold voice let out a laugh, a cold laugh that made hairs in Frank's head go up. "What's this? Wormtail, you still care for that boy?"
"No! No my lord! The boy has importance to me! I was just merely pointing out that other wizards or witches could do the job far quickly. If you would give me some time, I could get a substitute more quickly!"
"Oh, so you believe you can get me a substitute? Could this be your bold attempt to desert me?" said the cold voice softly.
"No! No my lord! I will never desert you!" the small men squeaked.
"Do not lie! I can see it clearly. You are regretting that you returned to me. You revolt me greatly. I still see you flinch and shudder when you look at me…"
"My lord! I am entirely devoted to-"
"Your devotion is nothing more than a cowardice. If you had any other choice, you would not have come back to me. How am I going to survive without you feeding me?"
"My lord! You are far more powerful than me!"
"Silence! Few days ago, I nearly lost a little health that was left in me. So don't try to fool me Wormtail."
Then there was a silent for about a minute, until the cold voice started to speak again. "I have a reason I am using that boy. I will use no other. I have waited 13 years for this… My plan will be infallible… All I need now is your courage, which I find it highly displeasing to see none. Could it be that you wish to experience the full anger of Lord Voldemort?"
"NO! NO my lord!" Wormtail shriked in panic. "I went through the plan in my head numerous times and I believe that disappearance of Bertha Jorkins will not go unnoticed, especially with her being a ministry employee! If I murder-"
"If?" said the cold voice. "If you do my plan without any questioning, no one in the ministry will find out anyone died. My only wish is that I could do this myself, but with my condition… Think Wormtail. One more death and Harry Potter will be ours… By then, my faithful servants would have joined me... "
"I am your faithful servant…" Wormtail said bit boldly.
"Is that so? Then why don't you prove it? You haven't been very useful or faithful lately..."
Then Frank heard an extremely cold sound. Behind him in the hallway, something that sent chills throughout his body came. An enormous snake was coming towards him, hissing loudly.
Then, to Frank's surprise the snake didn't attack him, rather, it went inside the room through a hole nearby. Then, from the room, Frank started to hear various hissing, but it was two different hissing. "That man can talk to snakes." Frank realized.
"Ah. Wormtail, Nagini has an interesting news. An old muggle is standing out in the door, listening to every words we were saying. Wormtail, where are your manners? Invite him in."
The door opened and small man with bald patches on his head was standing.
Frank went in and saw that the snake was curled up like some sort of dog in the corner. Then the cold voice started to speak again. "So, you heard every word muggle?"
"What did you just call me?" said Frank.
"A muggle."
"Well Wizard, whatever you call yourself, I heard some stories, the police would be very interested to hear. Something about you murdering someone and taking some guy name Harry Potter. You killed someone and is planning on doing more! Also, don't try to do anything to me. My wife is at my house and if I don't return, she would know something is wrong!" Frank said boldly.
"You have no wife. Muggle. Nobody knows you are here… Do not think you can lie to Lord Voldemort…"
"Well, forgive me my lord for not curtseying. But if you are such a high and mighty lord, why don't you turn around and face me?"
"I am no man. I am something far greater… However, why not? Wormtail, turn me around."
The short man, Wormtail whimpered and turned the chair around. When the chair faced Frank, he screamed so loudly he didn't hear the word the thing in chair spoke as it raised it's wand. A green light came out and Frank Bryce crumpled to ground, dead.
Few hundred miles away, Harry Potter awoke with a start.
A/N: So this is the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire with Newt. How is it? I know this is bit short and pretty canon. But I promise, this is the year it's going to be bit different from the canon. So bare with me.
Please leave a review and constructive criticism are welcomed. Some quotes are from Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire by JK Rowling.