Disclaimer- I don't own HP.
A/N- In this story Grindelwald is still alive and well. Not in Nurmengard, but hiding.
Warnings- Slash, Minor mention of child abuse
Pairing- HP/TMR
It was the day of third task. Harry was walking down the corridor looking for his best friends. It had been 10 minutes since the History of Magic exam was over, and Harry still hadn't seen them. As he turned a corner he heard voices coming from a class room. He silently walked towards it and tried to listen. He heard Hermione's voice and was about go in, but paused when he heard what she was saying.
"Do you think he will survive this?"
"I don't know, but I wish he die during the third task." He heard Ron reply. He stood there shocked hearing his Best friend wishing his death.
"Yeah but even if he didn't, he will have to in the future. Professor Dumbledore said to me yesterday that he will have to be killed by Voldemort because he is a Horcrux. So after that he can kill Voldemort and we will get all the fame and money. he had already made the fake will too."
"Horcrux? what's that?"
"It's really dark magic, it's piece of soul put into a container, so one can be considered immortal. Professor Dumbledore said Voldemort made a few and some how Harry is also one."
"Potter has a soul piece of that monster? That's disgusting, I hope he die today."
"yeah we don't really have to worry since the will is made. Come on Ron, we have to be the good friends and encourage Potter now."
"uh I hate to act like his Best mate." Harry turned and quickly left before they came out and ran to a empty class room in the disused side of the castle. He closed the door and leaned against it. He slid down and sat on floor. His felt his mind spinning around. He drew his knees to his chest and placed his head on top of the knees. He felt tears running down his face, They betrayed me, They only want my fame and money and they want me dead. Harry thought miserably and suddenly felt something snap in his mind. Memories started to fill the gaps he had for years.
He was 8 years old. He was standing in front of a boy. He looked half dead and half scared. This was the boy who called him names and pushed him around and kicked him all the time.
"Please don't" Boy started to beg him.
"Don't? you didn't stop when I asked you, did you? So why should I?" He sent his magic and broke the boy's neck.
"Obliviate" He heard someone whisper and everything went black.
Harry gasped at the memory. He knew that voice, it was Professor Dumbledore. He went through his memories again and found many memories similar to that one ending with an obliviate charm. He suddenly felt his anger rise at that. he again went to his memories, he found memories of him torturing the boys who bullied him, memories of him talking to snakes and finding about magic before his Hogwarts letter, memories of learning Dark art when he was little and when he was at Hogwarts. He also found thoughts about joining Voldemort and telling his friends, and every time he did Hermione performed the Obliviate charm on him. He went over all the memories that had been locked before. He felt his anger turn in to rage. He felt his magic react and felt it swirl around him. And Just like before, he felt another snap, with that he felt a surge of magic flowing through him. His mind was suddenly filled with knowledge of thousands of years. Knowledge that was long forgotten and considered Dark. Spells, Charms, Curses both light and dark, rituals, and many more filled his mind and for the first time in a long time he felt complete. Suddenly he felt a memory come to front of his mind he went to his mind and found that he had occlumency barriers too. He watched the memory play out.
Harry was siting on his bed at the Gryffindor second year dormitories. He had a letter in his hand. He started to re read the letter.
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this, that means I'm dead. I'm writing this letter so you will know about your true heritage, my little one. People will tell you that I'm a muggle born witch. But I'm not. And that means you are a Pure Blood too. I'm the long lost daughter of Gellert Grindelwald. I found about this when I was in my fifth year, when we brewed a heritage potion. I went to meet him, and he was so happy to find me. And when you were born he was over the moon. You looked just like him with white blond hair and sharp features. You had heterochromia eyes, one green like mine and one icy blue like your grandfather. It was kept a secret, the fact I was the daughter of Dark Lord Grindelwald. So I had to glamour you to look like your father with my eyes. And your real name is not Harry Potter, but Hadrian Grindelwald. The counter spell to my glamours is 'Quod suus 'occultatum revelare'. When you decide to do it, all the documents will change to your real name automatically. And upon your Grandfather's request, I did a ritual that is considered very dark. It was lost in time but your grandfather gave it to me. And this ritual will give you all the knowledge about everything that has been created. That include spells, charms, and many more. Even I don't know the limit to it. It is tied to your blood and magic. Once you are 12 years old it will activate and you will be reading this too. And remember love, Dumbledore can not be trusted. If you are not with your grandfather when you receive this, contact him. If I know Dumbledore, you are probably living with the Dursleys against my will. I love you my son, please find your grandfather and tell him that I love him too.
Love'
Mom.
Harry felt tears running down his face for the second time that day. Now he remembered writing to his grandfather, and how they planned to meet for the summer holidays. It's all Dumbledore's fault. Manipulating old coot. He knew who my grandfather is and then obliviate me. I'm sure he blocked my magic and all those knowledge too. Now I can remember getting all those knowledge for the first time too. How dare he keep me away from my family and block my Magic!. Harry thought angrily and stood from where he was siting on the floor. He would write to his grandfather when after he win this stupid tournament. And then he would get his revenge. Harry let a evil smirk come to his face and wiped the remaining tears from his face. He cast a tempus and saw he had spent all day scooped in there. He quickly cast a spell to make his robes wrinkle free. He suddenly realized that he did it without his wand or saying any incantation. He smirked again and left the class room to the great hall for the evening feast. He quickly grabbed a sandwich and went outside towards the quidditch pitch so he won't be bothered by the traitors. When he neared the maze he saw that the other three champions were already there. He went up to them and nodded his head in greeting. He listened as Ludo Bagman gave his instruction and announcing the start of the third task.
"So ... on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!" said Bagman. "Three - two - one -"He gave a short blast on his whistle, and Harry and Cedric hurried forward into the maze.
The towering hedges that cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment they entered the maze. Harry felt almost as though he were underwater again. He pulled out his wand, muttered,"Lumos," and heard Cedric do the same just behind him.
About fifty yards, they reached a fork. They looked at each other.
"See you," Harry said, and he took the left one, while Cedric took the right one.
Harry used his newly found skills to navigate through the maze. He didn't know why, but the lack of obstacles were unnerving him. He heard some rustling sound and turned to a see a some kind of a creature coming towards him. He turned and ran as fast as he could but the little creature was gaining on him. He cast a reducto and few stunners in rapid speed and saw that the creature wasn't moving anymore. He let his senses move forward and searched through the maze to find the cup. He felt the magic of the cup and turned to that direction. Then he heard movement right behind him. He held out his wand, ready to attack, but its beam fell only upon Cedric, who had just hurried out of a path on the right-hand looked severely shaken. The sleeve of his robe was smoking.
"Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts!" he hissed. "They're enormous - I only just got away!"
He shook his head and dived out of sight, along another path. Keen to put plenty of distance between himself and the skrewts, Harry hurried off again. Then, as he turned a corner, he saw a dementor gliding toward him. Twelve feet tall, its face hidden by its hood, its rotting, scabbed hands outstretched, it advanced, sensing its way blindly toward him. Harry could hear its rattling breath; he felt clammy, coldness stealing over him, but knew what he had to do, He focused on the memory of finding he had a grandfather and channeled all his happiness to the spell.
"Expecto Patronum" White bright stag sprang out of his wand and galloped towards the dementor, which fell back and tripped over the hem of its robes. Harry had never seen a dementor stumble.
"Hang on!" he shouted, advancing in the wake of his silver Patronus,
"You're a boggart! Riddikulus!"
There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a wisp of smoke. The silver stag faded from sight. Harry wished it could have stayed, he could have used some company...but he moved on, quickly and quietly as possible, listening hard,his wand held high once more. He was running down the path when he heard a scream.
"Fluer?" He yelled and listened but the screaming had stopped. He started moving again. Then he rounded another corner and found himself facing a Blast-Ended was right - it was enormous. Ten feet long, it looked more like a giant scorpion than anything. Its long sting was curled over its back. Its thick armor glinted in the light from Harry's wand, which he pointed at it."Stupefy!"The spell hit the skrewt's armor and rebounded; Harry ducked just in time, but could smell burning hair; it had singed the top of his head. The skrewt issued a blast of fire from its end and flew forward toward him.
"Impedimenta!" Harry yelled. The spell hit the skrewt's armor again and ricocheted off; Harry staggered back a few paces and fell over.
"IMPEDIMENTA!"The skrewt was inches from him when it froze - he had managed to hit it on it's fleshy, shell-less underside. Panting, Harry pushed himself away from it and ran,hard, in the opposite direction - the Impediment Curse was not permanent; the skrewt would be regaining the use of its legs at any moment.
Harry quickly took another path and been hurrying along the new path for a few minutes, when he heard something in the path running parallel to his own that made him stop dead.
"What are you doing?" yelled Cedric's voice.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"And then Harry heard Krum's voice.
"Crucio!"The air was suddenly full of Cedric's yells. Horrified, Harry began sprinting up his path, trying to find a way into Cedric's. When none appeared, he tried the Reducto Curse again. It wasn't very effective, but it burned a small hole in the hedge through which Harry forced his leg, kicking at the thick brambles and branches until they broke and made an opening; he struggled through it, tearing his robes, and looking to his right, saw Cedric jerking and twitching on the ground,Krum standing over pulled himself up and pointed his wand at Krum just as Krum looked turned and began to run.
"Stupefy!" Harry spell hit Krum in the back; he stopped dead in his tracks, fell forward, and lay motionless, face down in the grass. Harry dashed over to Cedric, who had stopped twitching and was lying there panting, his hands over his face.
"Are you all right?" Harry said roughly, grabbing Cedric's arm.
"Yeah," panted Cedric.
"Yeah ... I don't believe it... he crept up behind me. ... I heard him, I turned around, and he had his wand on me. . . ."Cedric got up. He was still shaking. He and Harry looked down at Krum.
"I can't believe this ... I thought he was all right," Harry said, staring at Krum.
"So did I," said Cedric.
"Did you hear Fleur scream earlier?" said Harry.
"Yeah," said Cedric.
"You don't think Krum got her too?"
"I don't know," said Harry slowly.
"Should we leave him here?" Cedric muttered.
"No," said Harry. "I reckon we should send up red sparks. Someone'll come and collect him . . . otherwise he'll probably be eaten by a skrewt."
"He'd deserve it," Cedric muttered, but all the same, he raised his wand and shot a shower of red sparks into the air, which hovered high above Krum, marking the spot where he and Cedric stood there in the darkness for a moment, looking around Cedric said, "Well... I suppose we'd better go on. . . ."
"What?" said Harry. "Oh . . . yeah . . . right. . ."
Harry moved on, continuing to use his magic senses, making sure he was moving in the right direction. It was between him and Cedric now. His desire to reach the cup first was now burning stronger than ever, Harry sped so often he hit more dead ends, but the increasing darkness made him feel sure he was getting near the heart of the maze. Then, as he strode down a long,straight path, he saw movement once again, and his beam of wand light hit an extraordinary creature, one which he had only seen in picture form, in his Monster Book of Monsters.
It was a sphinx. It had the body of an over-large lion: great clawed paws and along yellowish tail ending in a brown tuft. Its head, however, was that of a turned her long, almond-shaped eyes upon Harry as he approached. He raised his wand, hesitating. She was not crouching as if to spring, but pacing from side to side of the path, blocking his progress. Then she spoke, in a deep, hoarse voice.
"You are very near your goal. The quickest way is past me."
"So ... so will you move, please?" said Harry, knowing what the answer was going to be.
"No," she said, continuing to pace.
"Not unless you can answer my riddle. Answer on your first guess - I let you pass. Answer wrongly - I attack. Remain silent - I will let you walk away from me unscathed." Harry was confident that he could pass this test. If it was before he found about his ex-friends betrayal he would have wished for Hermione. But not now. He weighed his chances. If the riddle was too hard, he could keep silent, get away from the sphinx unharmed, and try and find an alternative route to the center.
"Okay," he said.
"Can I hear the riddle?"The sphinx sat down upon her hind legs, in the very middle of the path, and recited:
"First think of the person who lives in disguise,
Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next, tell me what's always the last thing to mend,The middle of middle and end of the end?
And finally give me the sound often heard,
During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?"Harry gaped at her.
"Could I have it again . . . more slowly?" he asked blinked at him,smiled, and repeated the poem.
"All the clues add up to a creature I wouldn't want to kiss?" Harry merely smiled her mysterious smile. Harry took that for a "yes." Harry cast his mind around. There were plenty of animals he wouldn't want to kiss; his immediate thought was a Blast-Ended Skrewt, but something told him that wasn't the answer. He'd have to try and work out the clues. . . .
"A person in disguise," Harry muttered, staring at her.
"who lies ... er ... that'd be a- an impostor. No, that's not my guess! A - a spy? I'll come back to that. . . could you give me the next clue again, please?"She repeated the next lines of the poem.
"'The last thing to mend,'" Harry repeated.
"Er ... no idea . . . 'middle of middle' . . .could I have the last bit again?"She gave him the last four lines.
"'The sound often heard during the search for a hard-to-find word,'" said Harry.
"Er . . . that'd be ... er ... hang on - 'er'! Er's a sound!"The sphinx smiled at him.
"Spy ... er ... spy ... er ..." said Harry, pacing up and down.
"A creature I wouldn't want to kiss . . . a spider!"The sphinx smiled more broadly. She got up, stretched her front legs, and then moved aside for him to pass.
"Thanks!" said Harry, and, smirked a little at his own brilliance.
Harry ran and ran, finally he saw the cup in the middle of the maze. After a few minutes, saving Cedric they both decided to take the cup together. They reached for the cup and grasped the handles from both sides. Harry felt a tug at his navel and felt the pull of a port key.
