Hey, so this story will follow the main events of the 4th Harry Potter book, but instead of Durmstrang, there will be the pupils from magic school- specifically Chris and Wyatt, so obviously that will change quite a few elements. Please don't judge the story on the first chapter (unless you like it in which case go for it) I really just needed to get them to Hogwarts, after which it will get better.


"Happy Birthday dear Wyatt, Happy birthday to you." Sang the entire Halliwell family as they gathered around Wyatt's enormous chocolate birthday cake, cheering loudly as he blew out the seventeen candles. Piper hugged him tightly as Leo passed him the knife. Wyatt grinned, slicing himself a large slice of Piper's home made cake, as every one else let out another rousing cheer.

"Okay, present time I think." Suggested Phoebe excitedly once everyone had enjoyed a slice of cake. Everyone gathered in the sitting room to watch Wyatt unwrap all the presents from his family. His grand father had bought him a new watch, and Phoebe and Paige had brought him a brand new camera. His cousins had clubbed together to buy him a box full of small presents from old books to toy cars, whilst his younger brother and sister had brought him some new video games. The best present by far, however, came from his parents.

Grinning, slightly nervously, they handed him a long thin box, which was surprisingly heavy. He opened it curiously, having no idea what it could be, and was completely blown away when he unwrapped it to reveal an ancient sword, which he recognised instantly.

"Oh my..." He breathed as he removed it from it's box, ignoring the gasps of surprise from the rest of the family, he turned to his mother uncertainly.

"Are you sure?" He asked, having asked for the sword on many previous occasions and being sent away because he was 'too young'. Piper shrugged,

"Well you're father believes you are ready for it and, although you will always be to young for such responsibility in my eyes, I can't deny it would be good to have an extra power base what with the increase in demon activity over the past few months." She explained. Wyatt grinned, enjoying the sensation of finally holding the sword which was technically his birth right. It felt right, like he was finally complete.

"And you turning of age in the magical world also allows me to make a further exciting announcement." Said Leo, patting his son's shoulder as he stood up. "This year the Triwizard tournament is taking place for the first time in over a century, and magic school has been invited to take part." He informed them all. The news, however, did not meet with the excitement he had anticipated.

"What's the Triwizard tournament dad?" Asked Melinda, voicing the question on every one's lips.

"Well it's a competition between three magic schools from around the world. From each school, one pupil, who is of age, is chosen to represent them, and they take part in various challenges for the honour of their school, as well as significant personal rewards as well. " He described, noticing a light coming on in Wyatt's eyes as he imagined the glory of him winning. "Any way, it's being held in Britain this year, so Professor Lawrence will be taking twenty pupils there on the 30th of October, and and they'll be boarding their for the duration of the competition."

"Wait why aren't you going?" Asked Wyatt, wanting his father to be their to watch his triumphant victories, naturally the possibility of him loosing hadn't crossed his mind.

"Well, I really need to stay with the rest of the pupils, and of course my family." He explained, not mentioning the fact that as he was technically a mortal now, he wouldn't be much use if anything were to happen to the students.

"Wait, if there can only be one representative, why are you sending twenty pupils?" Asked P.J,. "Also, are you sure you have to be of-age to compete? I bet if you put me up against those British witches I'd wipe the floor with them." She declared, ignoring Wyatt's snort.

"To answer your second question, yes I'm defiantly certain you have to be of age to compete, it is very dangerous, and if I could do anything about it I would probably make the age limit higher." He stated, not wanting to worry piper by mentioning the death toll, "And in answer to you;re first question, I'm sending twenty pupils, because ten of them will be competing to be magic school's 'champion' and ten of them will be selected from the two years below Wyatt's to not only support their school, but to also to take part in their lessons, so we may learn from each other, as well as compete." He told them.

"Two year's below?" Asked Chris, final taking an interest in the conversation.

"Yes Chris." Confirmed Leo, "And before you ask, the top five in your year will be chosen to take part on the trip, so provided your grades are maintained, yes you will be going as well."

"Brilliant." He grinned, ignoring the out bursts from the rest of his cousins and sister at the unfairness of how 'Wyatt and Chris always got to do the fun things.'


It was the 30th of October and the entirety of the population of Hogwarts were gathered outside the main entrance, all shivering in the cold, wrapping their warm cloaks around them as they waited for the arrival of the other two schools. The conversations were largely upbeat. Everyone was excited about the feast, and meeting the witches and wizards from the other schools. Professor McGonagall was walking up and down the lines of Gryffindors, correcting their appearances, commenting on Ron's uniform four times until she finally appeared to be happy with it.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were stood amongst the other fourth years, debating the different methods the visitors could be arriving to Hogwarts when suddenly, at exactly five to six, Professor Dumbledore's voice rose across the students.

"Aha, unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches." He announced. The rest of the school glanced around them but no one could see what Dumbledore had seen until finally one sixth year pointed into the sky, calling to everyone else to look as well.

Harry wasn't certain what he was seeing at first, and judging from the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces, they weren't sure either. The entire school seemed to hold it's breath as the enormous object flew towards them at impressively high speeds. As it got closer and closer, Harry began noticing it wasn't just on object, but one being puled by a series of others. The closer they came, the more the silence was breaking, as students called out their own guesses of what was approaching. It was only when the Object had reached the top of the forbidden forest, did Harry realise that what they were seeing was in fact a gigantic, powder blue, horse drawn carriage, the size of a house that was soaring towards them , pulled by a dozen winged horses, each the size of an elephant.

The front three rows drew backwards as the carriage came crashing to the ground, taking a full minute to settle as it bounced around from the force of the landing. Then the door burst open, and a small boy, dressed in powder blue robes, jumped out, unfolding a set of golden stairs for the other passengers. He sprang back respectfully, and the next thing Harry saw, was a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerging from the carriage, and attached to that was the largest woman he had ever seen in his life- immediately explaining the size of the carriage and horses. Harry had only ever seen one person as large as that in his life, and that was Hagrid.

As Harry took in the woman's appearance, he suddenly became aware that Dumbledore and the teachers were clapping, clearly intending for everyone else to join in. Slowly, once they had finished gawking at the giant, the rest of the school joined in, giving the students of Beauxbatons a rousing round of applause as the nervously dismounted the carriage after their head teacher.

"Madam Maxine." Greeted Dumbledore warmly, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-dorr," She replied in a deep voice, "I 'ope I find you well?" The head teacher's conversed for a short while as in front of the steps, the student's of Beauxbatons shivered nervously, their uniform clearly unprepared for such a cold climate. Eventually they were ushered inside, leaving just the Hogwarts pupils to continue shivering in in the cold as they waited for the other school. They were waiting for almost twenty minutes until they heard a faint voice calling up to them from the main gate.

Curious, Dumbledore began to walk down the main path, instantly followed by the rest of the school.

"Hello?" Called a now more audible voice from the other side of the gate, "Hello, is anyone in." Harry recognised an American accent, and presumed that this must be the group from the other school. He couldn't suppress a grin as he turned to Ron and Hermione, who all found the situation funnier than they perhaps should.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore opened the gate to reveal a small party of twenty one figures, all tightly wrapped in coats and jumpers standing awkwardly on the other side.

"Dumbledore, good to see you again." Greeted their leader warmly, brushing off the embarrassment as he strolled confidently over to the headmaster, followed by his pupils, "So sorry about that, I teleported the kids over here, wasn't quite prepared for your defences." He explained, gesturing to the gates, "Oh well, we're here now, might I present my students." He continued, stepping to the side to reveal his charges.

Harry, who's view was slightly blocked by the crowd, could only make out the tallest of the boys. He had trimmed blonde hair and a cocky stance. If it weren't for the warm eyes and enthusiastic grin, Harry might have compared the boy's looks to Malfoy's.

Dumbledore was now apologising to the Corporealization Professor, leading him up to the castle as he explained the necessity for the defences. The American pupils followed their teacher as closely as they could, but as the entirety of Hogwarts was now also making their way back up to the castle, the pupils were quickly consumed by the crowd. Harry spotted the blonde haired boy walking through the crowd not two far from them, he was talking enthusiastically to a smaller boy with brown hair, although the boy didn't seem to be paying much attention, his eyes fixed on the spectacular castle.

When they walked into the great hall, the Hogwarts pupils divided into their four houses and sat at the table. The students from Beauxbatons who had by this point been waiting for over fifty minutes had taken a seat at the Ravenclaw table, leaving only the twenty pupils from magic school to stand awkwardly at the back until their teacher ushered them on to the end of the Gryffindor table.

Their was a great amount of discussion for a few minutes as the teachers greeted their foreign counterparts, then, when everyone was seated, Professor McGonagall tapped her glass three times with her fork and the entire hall fell silent, all eyes focusing on Dumbledore.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and -most particularly- guests," He began, beaming round at the assembled students, "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. The Tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast." He continued, the hall suddenly buzzing slightly at the mention of food, as most of the assembly were still freezing and hadn't eaten for hours, "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home." He told them, raising his arms as the feast suddenly appeared on the tables.

"Holy..." Breathed Wyatt as he took in all the food in front of them, "Puts Mum's Sunday dinners slightly to shame." He commented jokingly, reaching out to pile is plate high with the sumptuous food. Chris, who was sat besides him, helped himself to a noticeably smaller portion, making his older brother frown. "You've got to be kidding." He exclaimed, unable to believe Chris wasn't taking full advantage of the feast before them.

"What?" Asked Chris indignantly, "this is a normal portion of food. Just because you have the appetite of a hippopotamus, doesn't mean the rest of us do." Wyatt gestured around at the rest of their companions, who all has their plates piled nearly as high as Wyatt's, none of them used to seeing this much food at one table. Even the Gryffindors nearby were taking full advantage of the feast.

"When there is this much food, that is not a normal portion." He countered, shaking his head, "I mean that's practically an insult to the chief is what that is." He scolded, merrily tucking into some of his pasta. Chris ignored him, picking up his fork and absent mindedly toying with some of his food as he took in the impressive great hall and the great congregation of students that filled it. "So." Asked Wyatt after a good number of minutes of him silently consuming volumes of food, "see any likely contenders for this competition?" He asked, sitting up so as to get a better view of the others."

"No idea." Replied Chris disinterestedly, taking a cautious sip of the range liquid in front of him, which turned out to have a quite pleasant taste of pumpkins. Wyatt turned to his little brother, the displeasure at his distracted mood clear on his face.

"I get that this place is impressive." He said, noting the floating candles and apparently see threw ceiling, "but seriously,y, you could act like you're a bit interested in this competition." He complained, "I mean you've barely said a word about it since dad told us on my Birthday, what's your problem? Are you jealous that I get to take part and you don't?" He taunted, his eyebrows raised.

"Of course not." Contradicted Chris, scowling at the suggestion.

"Then what is it?" Pressed Wyatt, flicking a few peas at his younger brother.

"I just don't think it's fair, that's all." Admitted Chris, determinedly looking any where other than at Wyatt. Wyatt frowned at the suggestion, waiting for his brother to explain. "I mean, you're the twice blessed first child of the Charmed ones, and the heir to King Arthur, you vanquished demons before you could talk and don't need a bloody wand to cast spells. Seriously Wyatt, how can you say it's fair to complete against people who can literally be defeated by snapping a twig?" Wyatt shrugged, returning to his food which he discovered, to his horror, had disappeared.

"Look, they set the challenge, not me. They want to put the best witches from around the world in a competition to determine whose best, and who knows some of them may surprise us. What I do know, however, is despite my obvious advantage, I won't feel guilty if I win." He declared, the tone of his voice clearly signalling that that was the end of the conversation. Turning back, to further hunt for his food he was then greeted with the delightful sight of the pudding which had been now been served, wiping all thoughts of the conversation from his mind.

Chris sighed, helping himself to a small portion of jelly, which he proceeded to push round his plate as he went back to staring around the room. His eyes first fell on the staff table, where he saw Professor Lawrence listening intently to Dumbledore's enthusiastic story telling. Along from them he saw a very stern looking witch, talking stiffly to a man with long, black greasy hair and a hook nose and a grumpy looking man with the strangest looking eye Chris had ever seen. Also at the table, Chris noticed to giants, almost as big as the Ogre he had once met. Glancing down the table he was sat on, Chris couldn't help but notice the twins in the middle of the table, who appeared to be entertaining a large number of pupils by enchanting a collection of strawberries and getting them to form a variety of rude words in mid air.

His gaze ultimately rested on three pupils, around his age, who were sat at the end of one of the tables staring talking animately amongst themselves. He spotted one of them had red hair, and from the similar freckles and faces, he presumed he must be related to the twins. Next to him was a boy with a shock of messy black hair. He wore round glasses, an occasionally rubbed his forehead as though he were in pain. For some reason when he looked at this boy, Chris felt his white-lighter senses tingling as they often did when he was around concentrations of great power. Clearly this boy was someone to watch. Sat opposite them, was a girl with bushy brown hair and a pretty smile, she appeared to be criticising the ginger boy, who now seemed noticeably disgruntled. Chris grinned stupidly, not taking his eyes off the girl until his brother nudged him, pointing to where Professor Dumbledore had risen once more to speak.


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