Sergeant Smith and the goblet of fire
Set during goblet of fire
Harry potter is in the armed forces (2nd royal tank regiment, bagger squadron. He holds the rank of sergeant he is a gunner.) He is 6 years older than cannon makes him 20.
At the age of 16 he joined the army to escape the Dursleys. He never received his Hogwarts letter due to the Dursleys sending back a reply stating that he didn't want to go to Hogwarts. (Wrong boy who lived story Neville longbottom supposed to be boy who lived.)
OC is a sergeant john smith (age 21) in the same unit (former driver, now tank commander), he is also magical but grew disillusioned with magic because of the extreme prejudice of the magical world. (He is a muggle born. he has told harry about magic and the magical world, after he witnessed harry do accidental magic. as well as the reasons that he left.) They have known each other for 3 years.
Harrys name comes out of the cup and he is forced to compete or die due to contract.
Harrys superiors are worried about what the magical world might do to harry if he is sent alone so the send sergeant smith with him because he is also magical and they work well together.
No pairing tried to do it couldn't so…
I do not own harry potter nor most of the characters in this story baring John Smith.
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
Sergeant John smith was sitting on a camping stool (that he "borrowed" from one of the infantry regiments who were also stationed at Buford camp in Wiltshire.) he was 5"8 with dark brown hair and sharp grey eyes, he has a rather rugged face with a large scar running down his right cheek (result of a bar fight a few years back.) he is also wearing a rather prominent scowl, the cause of which it the letter that he is holding in his hands. A letter about one of the men under his command, due to his one year seniority. Sergeant 'harry potter'
'Damn. Potter is not going to like this one bloody bit.' he thought to himself with a sigh.
"POTTER GET YOUR ARSE OUT HERE." He yelled towards the tank that was sitting a few feet away.
A man's head topped with scruffy black hair that many have tried to tame (and failed much to the chagrin of the C.O) the rest of him followed shortly and he jogged over to where john was sat.
"You rang?"
John looked up at the 5"9 lean bodied man before him and with another sigh said. "Potter I'm afraid I have some bad news and some even worse news"
Harry narrowed his cold green eyes at his fellow sergeant. "What is it?" he questioned.
"I'll start with the bad news first, some magical device called the goblet of fire just spat your name out." At Harrys questioning look he explained. "Well according to this letter there is something called the tri-wizard tournament, which is a competition between three magical schools; Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry, Beaxbatons academy of magic and dumstrang institute of magic." He paused for a second.
"Don't ask what the tri-wizard tournament is about or what it entails because I don't know and the letter doesn't elaborate. Anyway, the goblet of fire is a magical goblet that choses who will compete in the tournament, and… well… your name came out as a fourth champion I am afraid."
Harry frowned. "And why is that a problem? I just won't go." he stated.
John looked at harry apologetically. "sorry Potter but that leads us to the worse news the cup makes a magically binding contract you have to go or the cup will strip you of your magic and… and your life."
Harry looked apocalyptic and spoke with barely supressed rage. "So let me get this straight I have to compete or I die?" at johns nod he exploded. "THAT IS COMPLITE AND UTTER BULLSHITE!"
John leapt to his feet. "IT IS NOT MY BLOODY FAULT THAT THIS HAS HAPPENED!"
Harry took a step back and ducked his head. "Sorry."
John sighed and sat back down. "It's all right potter I understand it is a lot to take in isn't it?"
Harry nodded. "Yea well, when and where will I be going?"
John gave a dark chuckle. "In three days you will be traveling to Hogwarts." he paused for a second before pinching the bridge of his nose. "And…and I will be going with ya."
Harry groaned. "And here I thought I would be getting rid of you."
Johns only response was to chuckle.
"Well I do have some good news we will be getting access to some gear." John pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to harry.
Looking at the list Harry spoke "hmm body armour, Kevlar nice nice…uh L85A2 rifles (british assault rifles), Glock 17 handgun, grenades smoke and frag, a box of C4 and a Gimpy (GPMG also known as a general pourpose machine gun) Why are we getting a machine gun?"
John just grinned "reasons" he smugly stated.
Harry shook his head muttering about john fascination with big guns and looked at the list again. "Well we won't be short on ammo." he stated after seeing the hundreds of thousands of rounds they were to receive. "And finally… a snach (landrover)really?"
John nodded. "Makes sense it is good enough for what we need and they are just sitting there in storage gathering dust."
Harry nodded. "I suppose but would have preferred something less ugly."
John just said. "Ah quit yer bitching it has four wheels, an engine and armour plating I say we got lucky to get anything at all." And with that he left to go ruin the quarter maters day.