Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the masterpiece that is Harry Potter, no matter how much I want it to be, it will always belong to JK Rowling.
Nathan Albus Potter and Harry James Potter, the two sons that survived the attack of the Dark Lord, Voldemort, and marked with scars. The one that was left on the forehead of Harry was shaped like a lightning bolt, while Nathan was marked with an S shaped scar in the same place as his brothers. They were both marked as boys who survived the killing curse and killed he who must not be named.
Nathan was born months apart from his brother, so they might've been in the same year at school, but they are vastly different from one another.
Raised by the combination of Remus and Sirius, the latter being their Godfather and the former being an uncle figure.
They were both taught skills that far surpassed their age, magic that put them above most people their own age because their godfather and uncle wanted them to be able to defend themselves against anyone that might seek to harm them.
In the interest in protecting them they were also given some rules, mostly from Remus, but there was one rule that Sirius gave them, but that was the one rule that Nathan broke, which changed him and was the source of the vast difference between the two of the brothers. His conversations with the painting of Walburga Black, who taught him the value of having wizard blood. It made him arrogant in his own abilities and because they were extensive he changed over time. In school this change resulted into him become somewhat like Draco, not in the snivelling brat part, his arrogance maybe, but more supported by skill that he actually had rather than throwing around his father's name, but he did have a gang of sorts. By the third year it consisted of Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.
Harry however kept friends rather than muscle, Neville Longbottom, their godbrother, and Hermione Granger, the latter begin a girl he and Neville sat with the first time they rode the train to Hogwarts and grew close to during their first year, despite all of the stress of dealing with the philosopher's stone and in the second year dealing with the Chamber of Secrets and a Basilisk.
Although the relationship they had at first was rocky due to her loaner type nature, a habit of burying her head in a book rather than socialising. However, over time, she became his best friend whom he could share just as much as he could share with Neville.
In the third year she began a romantic relationship with Neville, although it took some time for Neville to ask her. Nothing especially interesting happened that year in addition to the two of his closest friends' relationship, there was no massive crisis like the previous years, which meant for once he could focus on school.
It was the start of their fourth year, when they arrived at the castle they filled out of the multiple doors that lined the side of the train. They were mixed ages, aside from the first years who were gathered at one end of the station so that they could be taken separately.
The other students were on the way to the castle when they saw two amazing sights. One was a ship, one which had a strange skeletal look about it and was similar in design to a 16th century Spanish Galleon. One of the sails had a large depiction of an eagle and a dragon-like figurehead. "Whoa!" was the general reaction to the ship as students watched it in awe.
The second sight that was impressive to see came not a minute after. They were gigantic, powder blue, horse-drawn carriages, the size of a large house, that soared through the air, pulled through it by a dozen winged horses, which Hermione helpfully added was a species known as Abraxan.
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Every student, aside from the first years, were gathered in the Great Hall. They were all waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin, there was lots of clapping and cheers when it did begin, the new students welcomed into the different houses as the hat chose their path based on what it had seen within them, much like the hat had done with his year and every other that had come to the school.
"How old is that hat?" Harry asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to disrupt the ceremony as it came near to its end.
"The sorting hat is as old as this school, Harry" Hermione informed him.
"Hard to think that it's even older than Dumbledore." He joked, Neville gave a snort and Hermione smiled. "Do you know who those new arrivals are?" he then asked he, she gave no verbal answer this time, instead she just shook her head. "Well it definitely wasn't something you see every day."
"Well now we're all settled, and all new students have been sorted into their houses, I'd like to make an announcement." Dumbledore rose from his seat and moved to the podium from where he could give the rest of his speech. "This castle will not only be your home this your, but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, the Triwizard Tournament." He gave his speech and murmurs filled the rows of tables. "For those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament, brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. And from each school, a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if you are chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted." The last part was said as a warning to any, his voice in a much calmer tone.
"But more of that later." His tone became cheerier. "For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic" the doors opened and girls, each dressed in pale blue robes made from what looked like fine silk. "and their headmistress, Madame Maxime."
They began what looked like a well-rehearsed performance, causing almost every guy in the room to leer at them. The group dance, although brief was followed by three of their members, one was a girl younger than the others, another was a particularly beautiful woman that seemed to attract the attention of every boy, it was as if she had some kind of entrancing aura that made them lust after her to the point they could barely hold themselves together, it was strange, because unlike them he didn't feel the same, although he did think she was very attractive, from the looks of things his brother was fairing the same. Madame Maxine was the other, she walked with the same pace as the half giant made her way to the other end of the room to stand with her school.
The clapping that came from the boys, as well as the cheering and whistling as loud as it could become, but the female members of the student body were less than enthusiastic.
Dumbledore then took up his position again to speak again, but he waited a few moments to see if the noise would subside. He quieted the room by holding up his hands. "And now our friends from the north. Please greet the proud sons of Drumstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff." While he spoke the ladies from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic
The next demonstration was more forceful and violent. They held staves that they hit the ground with a rhythmic beat. When one of the staves hit the ground, it created sparks and when they moved it quickly the staff left a trail.
Each one of them place the staff they were holding on the ground when they had made it a fraction of the way through the door. Then they accelerated, running to the other side of the hall, performing some acrobatic feats while they took their positions.
Igor Karkaroff and Krum entered. "Oh, it's Krum!" several people reacted, the mouth breathing idiot Ron was one of them. The two of them did nothing but walk with a rather fast pace to the other side of the room while the boy at the centre of the group already there created a snake of flame that span around them and transformed into a bird.
"Albus" Karkaroff and Dumbledore greeted one another with a hug.
"Igor" Dumbledore said as he returned the hug. They appeared to be friends, but Igor was giving Harry a bad feeling.
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"Professor Dumbly-dorr, my horses have travelled a long way. They will need attending to." Madame Maxime spoke as she sat beside the headmaster with her thick French accent, she was much taller than every except for Hagrid, who was equally tall… actually, she was a little bit taller.
"Don't worry Madame Maxime" Dumbledore reassured her. "Our gamekeeper, Hagrid, is more than capable of seeing to them." She and Hagrid made eye contact past the professor's, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Crouch.
"But you know, Monsieur Hagrid, they drink only single malt whiskey." She said, Hagrid stabbed a teacher's hand as he missed his plate with his fork.
Harry couldn't help but snigger when he saw the sight of Hagrid and he pointed to the sight, so that Neville and Hermione could see what he was laughing at. "Someone's in love" Hermione commented. "Or at least smitten."
"To be fair they are at least a similar height, would make everything easier" Harry added.
"You know Harry. There are a lot of girls that would date you, why don't you try and find a girlfriend?" Neville asked. Harry had been drinking at the time, so he almost choked. Harry coughed as he tried to clear his throat.
"I-I don't want one. It's cool that you guys make a happy couple and all, but I don't want to be part of a couple" he then had a slight smile as he drunk from his goblet. "I'm fine just having fun." Neville didn't catch onto his meaning, but it was obvious for Hermione and her interest and unfathomable curiosity were peaked, she suddenly wanted to know to what he was referring.
They continued to eat when the mouth of Ron began to drool, along with the guys that were on the other side of the table from Harry, even Neville for a brief moment before he turned to fix his gaze on his girlfriend.
"Excuse me, please may I have that?" a beautiful girl, the one that was the centre piece of their performance, she had a French accent like any of the students from her school, and with her so close he couldn't help but feel attracted to her. She was breath takingly beautiful, there wasn't a single imperfection on her, her long silvery-blonde hair was tied into a single ponytail.
"Sure" he handed her the bowl of food that she was pointing to without looking at her for too long, he was tempted, but it wasn't right to stare at her for no reason. His brother on the other hand was clearly fine with it, because even he looked as though he was going to drool while he looked at her.
"Merci" she thanked, although she was interested as to why he barely looked at her.
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The meal was almost finished when they brought out some strange object, taller than any person… okay maybe not Hagrid, but taller than any human. Everyone stopped and paid attention to the object as the four men that carried it inside left.
"Your attention please!" Dumbledore called out as he moved to stand beside it. "I'd like to say a few words." He placed a hand on the object. "Eternal glory. That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."
"Wicked" the twins commented at these words.
"For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this, we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Mr. Bartemius Crouch." A man stepped forward, making his way around the table to get to the front when the ceiling was hit by what looked like a sudden storm in the corner, near to the side door.
Harry and Nathan both stood up and fired a stream of coiling red energy into the ceiling, but they weren't the only ones, another man who had come through the door did the same. "Who's he?" Nathan asked his brother. They were both standing up and having calmed the ceiling down they were both looking at the strange man. The students were shocked that they had helped, and everyone was looking between the three people that had quelled the anger of the ceiling.
"No idea, but he's giving me the chills" Harry replied. Nathan gave a grunt that agreed with him.
"Hey Ron, who is that?" Nathan asked, noting the sudden expression change of his muscle.
"Mad-Eye Moody" Ron agreed.
"Alastor Moody? The Auror?" Hermione asked, he gave a nod to her that was neither friendly nor hurtful.
"Auror?" Dean asked.
"A Dark-wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him" Ron added. "He's supposed to be mad as a hatter though, these days." The man entered the room, using his staff to make his way to the headmaster.
"Nathan, Harry, you may sit down, thank you for your help." Dumbledore thanked them both and they did as they were instructed by their teacher, Nathan a little more slowly than Harry, he had a good view of the blonde girl from France where he was standing.
"My dear old friend, thank you for coming" the two teachers shook hands.
"Stupid ceiling." He said as they gave each other a quick hug, then he went to the side of the room, near to the teachers, but also far enough removed to distance himself from them.
Then the ministry dude coughed to gain the attention of everyone. "After due consideration the ministry has concluded that, for their own safety, no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament." Eruptions of yells rang out in anger. "This decision is final!" he tried to speak over the yells of rejection.
"Silence!" Dumbledore's voice silenced the room. He then flicked his wand to the top of the object and slowly moved it down. The golden cover fading, revealing a goblet that was underneath it, not nearly as high as before, and in the goblet a blue flame was lit, with no aid from anyone. The room was bathed slightly in its light.
"The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back." He let the words sink in for a moment. "As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun."
