So I have a new story!!
Its a Harry Potter story and I hope everyone likes it. Depending on how many reviews I will continue it.
Now this story will be Slash/yaoi. It does foccus on a man character that is Originale. But also Harry of course.
The first part is mostly out of the Fourth book and the part that J.K.K. Rowling wrote is marked. Please enjoy the story now.
Meeting Julian Potter-Slink
Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He had not heard correctly.
There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat. Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, he saw the long Gryffindor table all watching him, openmouthed.
"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly. "You know I didn't."
Both of them stared just as blankly back.
At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.
"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"
"Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push.
Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. It felt like an immensely long walk; the top table didn't seem to be getting any nearer at all, and he could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon him, as though each were a searchlight. The buzzing grew louder and louder.
After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him.
He did not wink at Harry, or wave, or give any of his usual signs of greeting. He looked completely astonished and stared at Harry as he passed like everyone else.
Harry went through the door out of the Great Hall and found himself in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A handsome fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite him. The faces in the portraits turned to look at him as he entered. He saw a wizened witch flit out of the frame of her picture and into the one next to it, which contained a wizard with a walrus mustache. The wizened witch started whispering in his ear.
Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when Harry walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.
"What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"
She thought he had come to deliver a message. Harry didn't know how to explain what had just happened. He just stood there, looking at the three champions. It struck him how very tall all of them were.
There was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward.
"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing Harry's arm.
"Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen… lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. "May I introduce - incredible though it may seem - the fourth Triwizard champion?"
Viktor Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed Harry. Cedric looked nonplussed. He looked from Bagman to Harry and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said. Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."
"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"
Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Cedric was still looking politely bewildered. Fleur frowned.
"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman. "E cannot compete. 'E is too young."
"Well… it is amazing," said Bagman, rubbing his smooth chin and smiling down at Harry. "But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the goblet… I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage… It's down in the rules, you're obliged… Harry will just have to do the best he —"
The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. Harry heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Professor McGonagall closed the door.
"Madame Maxime!" said Fleur at once, striding over to her headmistress. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!"
Somewhere under Harry's numb disbelief he felt a ripple of anger. Little boy? Madame Maxime had drawn herself up to her full, and considerable, height. The top of her handsome head brushed the candle-filled chandelier, and her gigantic black-satin bosom swelled.
"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" she said imperiously.
"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff. He was wearing a steely smile, and his blue eyes were like chips of ice. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions – or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"
He gave a short and nasty laugh.
"C'est impossible," said Madame Maxime, whose enormous hand with its many superb opals was resting upon Fleur's shoulder. "Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions. It is most injust."
"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, his steely smile still in place, though his eyes were colder than ever. "Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."
"It's no one's fault but Potter's, Karkaroff," said Snape softly.
His black eyes were alight with malice. "Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules. He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here -"
"Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly, and Snape went quiet, though his eyes still glinted malevolently through his curtain of greasy black hair.
Professor Dumbledore was now looking down at Harry, who looked right back at him, trying to discern the expression of the eyes behind the half-moon spectacles.
"Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.
"No," said Harry. He was very aware of everybody watching him closely. Snape made a soft noise of impatient disbelief in the shadows.
"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" said Professor Dumbledore, ignoring Snape.
"No," said Harry timidly as he bit his lower lip. "Oh god…my uncle is going to kill me…" He whispered to himself, wringing his hands together.
Dumbledore gave Harry a calming smile. "I don't think Vernon Dursley will-" Harry cut of the headmaster, much to the shock of the others. "No, I don't mean my muggle uncle professor." The old man was about to question the teen when the torches flickered and a wash of magic flared over the castle.
"…He's here." Harry swallowed, feeling the locket around his neck heating up a bit.
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In the Great Hall, as students were leaving, all with various feeling about how Harry Potter had been chosen as the fourth Triwizard champion, a short raven haired man suddenly made his way through the masses of students, his dark blue robe flapping around him as the students quickly made way for him.
At first, some of the teacher that had not followed the headmaster, had moved to stop the man only to choke on their own saliva with wide eyes as they noticed just who this man was.
Standing at a height of 5'4 with below shoulder length black hair, eyes a clear amber shade and his skin a pale white shade that showed someone that was sick a lot. But what most noticed was the missing right arm that the other possessed. Teacher recognized this man easily.
This man was Julian Slink-Potter, half brother of one James Potter and uncle of Harry James Potter.
Julian had been a year younger then James and in Slytherin, yet he had been one of the few people in Hogwarts that could handle his older half brother with a ease that not many others had shown. The younger raven had showed to be a good barrier at the time between the Slytherin and Gryffindor hate since everyone had listened to him when he spoke. Even Severus Snape and James Potter had put up temporary truce with him around them.
He had been a real Slytherin, knowing when to fight his battles and when to leave the matters alone. Julian alone had persuaded many Slytherins to stay natural or even turn to the light side during the war.
But his success in this had come at a cost, the then young teen having been captured in a death eater raid. What exactly had happened during that time, no one was sure as when the young man had been saved at the time, he had not told anyone, only his scars and his missing arm told the story and Julian's medical records had been closed not long after the raven had gotten his mind about him. Shortly after that, he had broken away from the wizard world with a vow of never returning and no one had heard from him again. Or so it was said.
Or that was until now.
Julian waved his only hand at the door behind the teacher's table, a snarl etched on this face as it sprung open and he stormed in.
The people inside were shocked to see the small man come storming in as he did except Harry who instantly brightened and ran over to him, his arms coming around the handicapped man's waist. "Uncle!!" The raven placed his hand on the young teens head and glared at the others in the room with his amber eyes. "What in fucking Merlin's blue balls have you guys been doing to my nephew?"
That was the first meeting for many people with the new Julian Slink-Potter.
And that was the first chapter! ^^ Hopefully you want me to continue my story but we shall see.