I am taking an HUGE gamble here, don't know if you'll like, most probably every one of you will hate it, but I wanted to try. Sorry if it seems a little cliché, I am not doing it on purpose.
I don't remember if Beauxbattons is a Girls-only school or not, in here it isn't. Just to clarify.
Here we have an OP Harry Potter joining Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament; yes I know I did something similar with "Helping Hand of Death" but that was a Challenge, THIS is one of my "OP Corner" stories, there is a difference.
I'll change Harry's "Mannerism" a little if you don't mind, just to warn you.
More than "Crossover" this is more exactly me "Taking" parts from this Game or that Anime/Manga and add it to the School Harry will go to for his first three years before being dragged in the Triwizard.
Not against his will of course, but I'll explain later.
The name of the school? Easy: 'Arkadya's National Institute of Magic and Enchantment'...
A.N.I.M.E ...Got it? Got it? -wink wink- Ah! XD.
"You bastard" - demon talking / spell
"Let's finish this" - dialogue
" Can it get any worse? " - during flashback/Thoughts
Pairing...Help?
Harry of Arkadya Chapter 1: Letters from no-one AND a visit from a stranger.
Number 4 – Privet Drive - Surrey – (Small extract from the Original Book Series, that of course I DON'T own.)
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense...
Until the owls started flying all around their house and even 'camping' outside for a chance to enter of course.
Vernon Dursley, a fat man that had been sometimes called 'The Walrus' behind his back from his colleagues thanks to his wide belly an thick moustache, was at the moment grumbling to himself while hammering planks to windows and doors to keep the letters from 'those freaks' out of his NORMAL! House while in the meantime also nursing his black-eye courtesy of his wife...really, a man makes a mistake and try to use a slice of his wife's home-made cake as an hammer and she gets violent! The nerve!
"They are still outside, Vernon!" Petunia Dursley said with a low hissing voice while glaring at one of the owls, trying idiotically to win a staring contest with said avian. And she could swear the other owls were cheering for their fellow bird the whole duration of the stare-war.
"They won't get in here now that I am done, that's for sure!" Vernon answered as he proudly stood to watch the result of his work.
Meanwhile – living room -
"Who may want to speak with you so badly?" Dudley Dursley, another ball of lard, asked to his scrawny cousin.
"I-I don't know," the boy, Harry Potter, answered shaking his head wildly.
All other matters though literally died when HEAVY steps resounded from outside catching everyone's attention, especially when the various owls went (if possible for them) wide-eyes before flying away so fast to leave behind after-images to become tiny dots in the horizon once dropped their letters on the doorstep just to say 'Done! Delivered! I am out of here!" before escaping.
"What is happening?" Vernon muttered as the main door momentarily trembled to show someone failing to open it, soon followed by a deep voice grumbling in anger.
"Open this damn door, I have a tight schedule!" the mysterious visitor said from the other side with a growl decidedly not human escaping his mouth.
"Who are you?! This is a respectable house and I won't have a freeeeee..." whatever insult Vernon was about to use turned to dust as the door went tore down with an uncaring shove letting the stranger finally able to enter.
And enter it did, casting his shadow in the whole room thanks to his towering height, with a clattering of metallic boots the tallest being Harry had ever seen entered in the small living room to seize with his steel-bending stare everyone present.
"What were you saying?" the tall creature, wearing a richly decorated black armour with a long cape on his back, asked with his expression morphing into one of cruel amusement.
"Mimblewimble..." Vernon squealed while looking all the way up to the green skinned creature that had to bend down his head momentarily to pass by the door.
"I thought so...I am looking for Harold James Potter, where is he?" the red-haired giant asked with a sneer.
"The Boy-COUGH!...I mean, the boy? Here! He is here! All safe and sound and happy! See? HAPPY!" Vernon, after clearing his throat to get rid of the high-pitched tone of voice, answered nervously while grabbing Harry by the shoulders to move the boy in front of himself, grabbing the sides of the kid's mouth to force them up in a smile.
"Uhm! Mister Potter?" the giant asked.
"Y-Yes?" Harry answered.
"Do you see this?" the tall man said showing a letter with a crest showing four animals, his face twisted into a disgusted frown.
"The-the letter?" the boy answered uncertain.
"This is a letter from Hogwarts, a sub-par so-called 'school of Magic'..." the man said in disgust while glaring at Petunia for the strangled sound she had left out.
"S-Sorry." the woman said demurely while unable to meet the scathing glare the other was sending her.
"M-Magic does not exist," Harry said making the two adult Dursley turn VERY pale.
"...I guess from you expressions that this particular form of denial is in fact your doing?" the green-skinned man said.
"We...we believed safer to...stop him from knowing about it?" Vernon said with a nervous smile.
In answer the tall man just raised his hand and mimicked the act of crushing something in his palm, as soon as he did that the near couch went 'compressed' into a tight ball by an unseen force before turning into a small mass of dust upon release.
"Mister Potter, Magic is indeed real and can be harnessed. But we are getting off-track...do you know why the likes of Hogwarts, Beauxbattons and in some form Durmstrang as well, to name a few, are considered from us to be 'Sub-par'?" he asked.
"N-No, sir." the boy answered.
"Because while they TRY to teach Magic, they fail Miserably in that, I am here to offer you a place in a REAL School of Magic." the man said with his posture itself speaking of how proud he was for his own Academy.
"I am one of the professors of Arkadya's National Institute of Magic and Enchantment, but you can call it just "Arkadya". Our own Seers and Mentalists had scanned this land in search for possible candidates, but unfortunately the other "Schools" in here had been dramatically faster than what we thought and managed to ensnare our other candidates in their pathetic registry of students, luckily at least you we managed to reach in time...the choice is still yours though, we are not the kind of people ready to force/steal students from other schools, no matter how poor their level is," he added while giving to Harry the three letters with the crests of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang on them.
"I...I have to choose?" Harry asked dumbfounded.
"Yes, child. But be quick, I don't like being here...I prefer my office and classroom back at the Academy."
"Then why you are here?" Petunia blurted-out before covering her mouth with both hands.
"Considering the fact that some fool used a kind of Magical Barrier to cover this place it has been decided that someone like me, one more used to battle, seemed the best choice in case other problems would have arose." he answered.
But while the adults were talking, Harry wasn't listening, he was simply too focused onto the three letters the strange man had given him, each one written with an elegant calligraphy on smooth parchment and every one of them congratulating him for the (unspoken) 'Honor' he had been gifted with for their accepting him, a small thing though caught his interest something fierce.
Hogwarts had been detailed in his address, something he had not noticed before; "Cupboard under the stairs" and then "Smallest bedroom" as if they KNEW how he had been treated but didn't care as long as he simply joined their school.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Uh?" the tall man leaned down to better look at the small boy curiously.
"Why should I join Arkadya instead of the others?" the boy clarified.
"Bwahahahahaha! Why you ask? We have a simple goal, to shape the future War Lords and War Mistress of this generation, we strive to give to our students everything they need to become exactly what they were meant to be! In the students like you you will find a family, in the Teachers the doting parents every growing man or woman should have and in our lessons the challenge needed to push you to the extreme and then more!" the man answered with a thundering laugh that seemed to shock the whole house.
"A-And Hogwarts won't?" Harry said.
"Oh! They will try, but should you look at the number of proper Wizards and Witches that come out of their walls you would be sorely disappointed, this land's Wizarding world is stagnant...it means immobile, they refuse to change and accept the passing of time, and since you are not what they call 'Pureblood' I fear that even finding a job won't be as easy as it should. They are idiots, boy! And they will always be!" the man answered.
"And Arkadya?"
"We shape men and women! We teach how to fight, how to live in every society you come from or wish to visit, we teach what to do in any possible situation may it be in Peace or in War and how to be proper members of Society; if then, once completed your studies of Magic, you are not interested in being a Wizard or a War Lord, thanks to us you would still be able to live as a Non-Magical, as a common man. Arkadya's lessons cover the whole year as students literally LIVE in the school grounds while free to meet their families during the accorded days, like that we can offer courses about Magic and Mundane things...should you care about those of course," the man replied.
"What should I do?" the boy muttered to himself.
"Those people of Hogwarts and the ones governing the Magical World won't leave you decide, you are a wizard and they WILL force you to join a school of Magic no matter what you want or not, I am offering you a place where people will just help you learn to control your Gift, not teaching you as if Magic was something you are forced to live with."
"Why? What would happen should I refuse to join any school?" Harry asked.
"We of Arkadya will just walk away as it would be your choice, the...Ministry I believe is called, will just come here and force you, should you once again refuse, they will simply 'Block' your Magic in a way to stop you from ever using it and erase your memory about every news about their world," he answered.
That scared Harry, images flashing in his mind about strange men grabbing him and opening his head to 'take away' the Magic he apparently had and then erase his memory had him shiver in discomfort.
"Your parents went to Hogwarts..." Petunia muttered while pointing at the Hogwarts letter.
"You-You knew that I am a wizard!?" the boy yelled in disbelief.
"YES!...yes we knew and tried to hide it from you," the woman answered, but her probable tirade about how much she hated the Magical World stopped thanks to the tall man's glare.
"How was that place?" Harry asked.
"I don't know...I am not a witch so I can not go there, they just took your mother away for most of the year, then dump her back here with those books and...and frogs turned into mugs and wands and whatnot..." the woman replied bitterly.
"Huhuhu! A jealous sister, how very tragic..." the giant said mockingly.
"I am not jealous...she was a freak..." she answered weakly.
"Lies. What's your decision, boy?"
"I-I think I'll go to Arkadya, sir..." the boy answered whispering.
"Oh, Really? And why, if I can ask?" the man asked with a pleased smirk.
"...no coming back here..." the boy muttered.
"Because we won't force you to return here? That's the first time I hear that answer, but from how you look at those people I should have known. Don't worry, child. You won't regret choosing us, I assure you we will do our best in making you enjoy your stay with us." the tall man said nodding.
"Thanks, sir." Harry said.
"It's Professor, boy. I am Ganondorf III, the third to have this name, and I will soon be your Professor of Battle Magic. So you WILL call me Professor Ganondorf at all times. Understood!?" the man answered with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, Professor!" the boy replied nodding rapidly.
"Good! Tomorrow I'll return here to take you to Arkadya once retrieved some money from that bank your people has hidden in the city of London, with that you'll have your uniform prepared along your equipment, and don't worry, we don't require more money than the other schools either to be properly equipped. The school year will start in November, by then you and the others will have gone through the introductory classes and be ready to start your real lessons," Ganondorf said nodding.
"Yes, professor." Harry said nodding.
"On a side note, congratulations for joining Arkadya, I expect great things from you, just like from any of my students," the man then said shaking the boy's hand before leaving in a dramatic fluttering of his cape.
"What now, Uncle Vernon?" the boy asked.
"We have dinner, then you will go to sleep, wake up early to comb those hair of yours and dress in a presentable manner to follow your new Professor," Vernon answered while slowly walking towards the stairs.
"What happened, Vernon? And why you walk funny?...and this smell?" Petunia asked.
"I have shit myself the moment he entered, Petunia. If you others will excuse me, I'll go clean myself now." Dursley said with as much dignity an adult man shitting himself in fear could muster before leaving to go upstairs.
Meanwhile – with Ganondorf -Arkadya's Headmistress' Office -
"Mission accomplished, Headmistress. At least Potter has joined us, even if he did it just to escape that family for the whole year," the man said as soon as he entered in an ample office.
"We'll need to look further into it then, and look for other family members also, we still need their consent to keep the children here, anything to add?" the old woman behind the desk asked.
"A lot of protections had been put around the house, whoever did that wanted to be sure no harm to come to the boy, unfortunately the family living in there had been more than eager to psychologically crush the boy's self-esteem, or at least that is what I could see from how they acted around each other," the professor answered.
"I see, a weak psyche can be a liability, if in the comfort of our own home we are not feeling safe then we won't ever feel safe no matter what. Just to be sure, I'll have Professor Boris enchant a pendant for our new student, just to be sure whoever used that Barrier won't try to summon the boy back in there in a misguided attempt at keeping him 'safe'. Other than that, you talked about a spy in the near houses, am I right?" the Headmistress said.
"Yes, it's an old lady. During my first scouting she tried to alert someone of my presence, just to be sure I broke her leg and modified her memory to make her believe she just tripped on one of her cats and erased any trace of my being near the house," the other answered.
"Really, Ganondorf...I expect those things from your grandfather, not you." the woman said sighing.
"Do not compare me to that megalomaniac! He was a monster with delusions of godhood and I am NOT Him!" the professor said angrily.
"We can not choose our family, Ganondorf. Sooner or later you will need to face the fact that you are indeed his descendant, even if not as Evil as him. He did great things, terrible ones of course, but still his Power had no equal." the old woman said.
"Yes, and people can not stop comparing me with him, that's why I hate my own reflection in the mirror for my being identical to him...I'll go looking for other students, please let me know if you find a suitable Guardian for Mister Potter so I'll be the one to talk to them. Good day, Headmistress Suliman," Ganondorf said bowing before leaving the room in great haste.
"So much hatred and regret...if only he could move on from all that," the woman muttered sadly.
Back in Great Britain – Hogwarts – Headmaster's office -
The next day Magical Britain will be shocked to hear how their Saviour Harry 'The-boy-who-lived' Potter had mysteriously disappeared soon followed by the more worryingly news about Sirius Black escaping from the Wizarding Prison Azkaban...although the guards talked about a very tall green-skinned man calmly walking in the prison while blasting away everything on his path (even tearing few Dementors in half with his bare hands) before demolishing the door of Sirius' cell to drag the man away screaming and kicking by his hair.
In the midst of all that Chaos, only Albus Dumbledore was somehow calm, although his colleagues could see him walk around the castle of Hogwarts with a mood even more sour than his beloved lemon drops, and actually munching them by the handfuls whenever his childish anger reached unbearable levels.
"What's wrong, Albus? No news about young Harry?" McGonagall asked concerned.
"Nothing, the little traitor is still out of my reach...I swear, you help creating the Greatest, Coolest School of Magic ever and they repay you like this! By ignoring your invitation to join!" the old man replied while munching away his second sack of candies of the day.
"ALBUS! A young boy disappeared along a dangerous criminal! How can you call him a traitor?!" the Scottish woman roared with narrowed eyes.
"He is safe! But he dared to join another School...the little ingrate! We even have a real ghost as a Teacher and a friendly half-giant as Ground-keeper, what else do I have to do to have the best school? Cut the girls' skirts to an half? They are just kids and that would be totally wrong!" Albus answered petulantly, to Minerva's shock the paintings of the past Headmasters and Headmistress were nodding with him.
"Another school? That's it?! Then why no-one knows where he is?!" McGonagall asked in anger.
"And openly admit that I got one of our VIP Students snatched away from under my nose?! It will simply destroy my image! Damn rival schools and their under-hand tactics. Contacting a student before the accorded time of the delivering of the letters! Pfeh! Like that is too easy, that's cheating!" the current Headmaster of Hogwarts answered while throwing a small piece of parchment on the table with a pout.
"There is only written 'Dear Albus, we got Potter as our student.' and a PS. with a picture of a butt...What about his safety? And Sirius Black?" the woman asked.
"Sirius is actually innocent, contrary to years ago now I can help him by having the case re-opened and push for a real trial since he escaped, all of this while giving to Fudge and the Aurors fake trails about his whereabouts to follow. As for Harry instead, he'll be safe, I personally can't track his position so I don't think Tom or his Sex-buddies..."
"Death-Eaters," Minerva corrected frowning.
"Death-Eaters will find him either...bunch of inbreed dunderheads, the only good one is Lucius, but the pretty boy will be too occupied to smear my name in dung for losing the Boy-who-lived to another school to actually look for WHICH school Harry took part to, now that Tom is pretty-much-dead he doesn't have a Dark Lord breathing on his neck so he can act all high and mighty with his pimp cane without fear of repercussion..." Albus answered unconcerned.
"You shouldn't speak like that about former students of this school," Minerva said.
"Why? You never thought that Lucius used to spend too much time caring about his hair when he was a student here?" he asked.
"Well..." the deputy headmistress muttered while covering the small dusting of pink on her cheeks by clearing her throat.
"I rest my case...and please, can you by chance go tell Severus to stop skipping merrily through the corridors? I am tired to have ghosts and paintings came here to lament the scarring image, should he continue the number of traumas will escalate dramatically when the new students will be here; you know that if we get any new kid traumatized the Board will throw a sissy fit about it, just like with that snufflers invasion last year or the "Hungry Orgy Season" that horde of Unicorns went through in the Great Hall during breakfast the year before that..." Albus said annoyed.
"Please don't remember me. But you know why Severus is so happy," Minerva answered.
"Yeah, yeah; 'The Spawn of Potter disappeared' and blah, blah, blah...why am I still keeping him around again?" Dumbledore asked.
"He may help us to spy on You-Know-Who should he somehow return as you fear he would if given the occasion," McGonagall answered.
"I am actually starting to regret it. Holding a grudge is one thing, keeping it 'alive' even though the man responsible of said hate had been dead for ten years is another...but transferring that hate on the son of his childhood nemesis (that also doesn't even remember his father's face) is just plain childish, have him come here, I think it's time for me to give him what he clearly missed while growing-up." Albus said sighing.
"Which is?"
"Disciplinary spanking, a couple of hours of it to start." the old man said before using his wand to turn his tea-cup into an iron-made paddle with blunt spikes on it.
"Can I stay and watch?...for disciplinary reasons," Minerva asked immediately.
"Black-mail and humiliation are classified as 'disciplinary reasons' now? I wasn't aware." Albus said smirking.
"Oh, just be quiet!" the woman said huffing.
"Did you send a call for me, Headmaster?" another teacher asked as she joined the room.
"Yes, Sybill, I wished to speak to you about...your Prophecy..." the old man said taking out from behind his seat a beater bat liberated from Ravenclaw's Quidditch team.
"Y-Yes?" the woman asked with a loud gulp as the office sealed shut.
"Yes, you see...I started wondering if it was all true or just a lie you cooked-up because desperate for a job..." Dumbledore muttered while casually patting the bat on his hand with his famous grandfatherly smile.
"I...I thought you were the kind old man that everyone wishes to have as a grandfather..." the Divination Professor said with a strangled whimper.
"Oh, yes I am...but I also am the man that turned Grindelwald into a sobbing wreck that then got imprisoned in Numengard to prolong the torture instead of just killing him. It all comes down to who I am dealing with, especially when the woman I have in front of me is responsible of the deaths of two of my absolute favourite students and the turning of the second two into vegetables barely able to not droll on themselves...so? Was that a ruse then turned into a Prophesy because a deranged Mad-Man believed it to be true, or it was a REAL one all along? Because no matter how many times I replay it in my head, it always seems too much 'open' in its interpretation, even by Prophesies' standards..." Albus asked with a gentle smile while still toying with the thick wooden bat.
"A-A-Albus...t-try to understand...I was desperate! That...That was a Prophecy I had the year before that interview during a dinner with my family...they told me what I said and when you were about to walk away I just repeated it in the most convincing way I could!" the woman said while hiding behind one of the empty chairs of the room.
"So the Prophecy is a real one? That's a minor relief. But I am still going to close the Divination class and turn it into an elective should someone show traces of being a Seer, after all these years of trial and error it has become clear that keeping it as a 'normal' course was a wasting of a 'slot' in our timetables that we may fill with more classes of Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic and the like." Albus answered.
"O-Okay!" Sybill answered nodding, somehow relieved for escaping the beating.
"Can I still assault her? Just a little," Minerva asked.
"Minerva, that would be highly unprofessional," Albus said with narrowed eyes.
"...James, Lily, Frank and Alice." McGonagall said seriously.
"...here's the Beater Bat, lock the door when you leave to take her to the Infirmary and please do not stain the carpet, it's new." Albus said while leaving.
"If you need me, I'll be talking to Professor Binns, our scores in History dropped again this year so either he stops droning about Goblin Wars or I'll have him Pass-over through kicks to his ectoplasm-covered arse," the Headmaster added as he slammed close the door of his office behind himself.
And so, while Harry Potter went through his studies in Arkadya Institute, the Wizarding World of Great Britain continued to look for their missed saviour and the supposed mass-murderer responsible of the death of his parents.
And while that happened Albus was instead forced to keep a Philosopher Stone in his school before discovering and defeat a Voldemort-possessed professor.
"For the love of Morgana's fake tits, Nicholas! Just because I owe you one it doesn't mean I have to keep that 'Dark Lords' Magnet' in my school! There are kids here!"
Followed by dealing with a Basilisk in the Chamber of Secret and a fraud of a professor the following year.
"I signed-up to be Headmaster! Not a pest-exterminator!" Albus said with a groan.
"We have three students that got petrified, we need to do something!" McGonagall answered while discreetly kicking the bounded Lockhart that was sporting two black eyes, one from Arthur Weasley for not helping his possessed daughter and one from Albus for all the lies the man sprouted at any given occasion.
"FINE! I'll deal with this myself, but you people too have a wand so I would like to see you use them! You can't expect me or the boy-who-lived (should he return to England) to resolve everything for you." Dumbledore said with a defeated sigh while rolling-up the sleeves of his robes.
"Hold my hat, Minerva...Fawkes?" the Headmaster said while giving his pointy hat to the deputy Headmistress while his Phoenix companion appeared on his shoulder in a flare of flames.
"Let's go...I am getting too old for this shit..." the old man said sighing as he marched, wand in one hand and sword of Gryffindor in the other, towards the Chamber of Secrets.
Luckily after that the 'third' year had been surprisingly calm if not for a small, easily resolved house-elves rebellion caused by a certain Granger girl hiding clothes here and there in the hopes to free as much house elves as she could, once publicly spanked by Albus himself in front of the whole school while being lectured by the other professors on the reason why the elves NEED to serve a family, she graciously stepped down and abandoned her crusade, although any other house elf excluded the newly-arrived Dobby (a victim of Granger's hidden clothes that by chance freed him from Lucius Malfoy) could still be seen look at her warily during meals or when she was in the Common Room.
Now though, during what in another Timeline would have been Harry Potter's Fourth Year of school, the Headmaster was looking with disbelieving eyes the Minister of Magic, the Head of the Office dealing with Magical Sports and two other Headmaster/mistress from two fellow school proposing him an idea that as a matter of fact he himself would have never expected nor considered.
"Poppy?!" Albus asked with a strained voice.
"They are clean, Albus...for the third time, they are sane...no matter how surprising it sounds," the School Mediwitch answered.
"Really, Albus! Can't you see the benefits of re-enact the Triwizard Tournament? The publicity it would bring to us, the chance to join three schools in a friendly Tournament...the gold from the sponsors," Minister Fudge said with a wide smile, muttering the gold part to himself and still heard by the others.
"And I guess that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang just conceded us the 'honour' of hosting it in our grounds simply out of the goodness of their hearts..." Dumbledore said with narrowed eyes.
"Da! Hogvarts iz one of the oldest schoolz of Magic, it may zound bad to not give thiz honor to you British Vizards," Igor Karkaroff said with a toothy grin.
"Oui! I agree vith Igor, eet will zurely help ze Atmosphere of ze Tournament, ezpecially with you as his Headmuster," Madame Maxine added nodding.
"...And you two even managed to say that load of tosh with a stray face," Minerva muttered from the corner of the office.
"If not for the infamous mortality rate, both in the Contestants' case and in the Audience one mind you, and the effective cost of preparation, maintenance, creatures and location used and the preparing of accommodations to hold the representative group of two other schools being all paid by the one hosting I would ALMOST believe you..." Albus answered with narrowed eyes.
"Don't be like that, Albus! This is a great occasion!" Fudge pleaded with a whine.
"Ve had to rebuild our library and ze left side of our school after a potion incident, our budget vas strained thin already!" Karkaroff said with a face purple of anger.
"Do you really vant to take some hormonal teenagers in a school vhere the 60% of ze female students are Veela? Even if we normally divide boys and girls in zwo isolated camps, for ze Tournament we would be forced to unify both to make room." Madame Maxine added with a raised eyebrow.
"FINE! FINE! We'll hold that death trap of a Tournament here! But just so you know, thanks to you I'll have to cut to an half the normal budget for Potion, Herbology and Transfiguration for this year, I hope you all are satisfied!" Albus said grumbling.
"We surely aren't," Pomona Sprout muttered with a frown mimicked by Minerva and Severus near her.
"Cheer-up, Albus. You'll see you will thank me for this splendid idea once the Tournament is over!" Fudge said as he and the other two headmaster/mistress left the office through the floo.
"I told you that he would have made a mess after another, Albus! Don't you remember how he was as a student?" Minerva said incredulous.
"For once I just decided to wait and hope for the best...and now he is the Minister of Magic, if only he got expelled that one time I caught him peeping on the Slytherin Quidditch Team shower room..." Dumbledore muttered in dismay.
Some time later – Halloween – Great Hall -
As the four tables normally occupying the hall went moved against the walls to make room for the Goblet of Fire to be summoned, Albus tiredly stood-up to address his students and the two groups from the French and Bulgarian school also present in there.
"Merlin and Morgana's secret BDSM relationship...here we go," he muttered to himself to steel his nerves as he Lighted-up the Goblet with a flick of his wand.
"Very well, now that our stomachs are full and satisfied, luckily in an human manner..." he said glaring at Ronald Weasley making the boy look down in shame from the memories of all the past detentions he got for his greedy way of eating before the teachers forcefully corrected him.
"I think it's finally time to see who are the Three Champions that will take part to the Triwizard Tournament," the Headmaster said making the first slip of parchment fly-out of the Goblet in an imposing tongue of flames.
"Drama queen of a Goblet...the Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory!" Albus said making the Hogwarts students erupt in wild applause as the selected boy strode to stand in front of the Headmaster.
"See? Tanning a little did you good, at least you don't look like a sparkling effeminate vampire anymore," Albus muttered smirking.
"Headmaster..." Cedric whispered back, blushing in embarrassment.
"The Beauxbattons Champion is...Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore said as a new name went spat-out making the prettiest girl humanly possible slowly walk towards the old man in a mesmerizing flowing of her platinum blond hair.
"Miss Delacour we are not on a catwalk and you are not a model for 'Dolce e Gabbana' so can you please drop the Slow-motion Spell on yourself and move your pretty derrière to join us?" Albus said in annoyance making the girl blush and hurry-up to join Cedric near the Goblet.
"Good! Last but not least...the Durmstrang Champion is...Viktor Krum!" the Headmaster called out making the Bulgarian super-star walk towards the other Champions on the notes of the Imperial March from Star Wars making Krum grimace.
"Filius..." Albus hissed.
"Sorry, Headmaster. I could not resist," the Charm professor answered before making the music disappear.
"Just because ve study ze Dark Arts azwell doesn't mean ve are all Dark Vizards...vhy people zhink that?" Viktor muttered sighing.
"Well, your Headmaster IS a former Death-eater," Cedric answered shrugging.
"Hov do you know zhat?!" Krum asked with wide eyes.
"I have read his book..." Cedric answered before summoning a small book in his hands.
'My greatest mistake: how I joined the Death-eaters and came to regret it after the first Crucio by Igor Karkaroff' could be easily seen on the cover.
"Oh..." the Durmstrang Champion muttered in surprise as the Goblet started whining in something resembling agony.
"What now?!...can't I have a single year without troubles? Even just one!" Albus said whining as the Goblet now started emitting always louder howls and shrieks.
"Dear Merlin's scrawny buttocks! It sounds like a cat hit by an inside-out Curse!" a seventh year Ravenclaw student said covering his ears, making his wide-eyed Housemates look at him in shock before moving a little away from him.
As the Goblet seemed to 'crumble' on itself like paper it finally snapped back to normal to release an enormous, towering pillar of green flames that slammed on the magical ceiling of the Great Hall momentarily turning the image of the outside sky ablaze in a green inferno before instantly dying-down making two pieces of parchment peacefully flutter down on the floor.
"Is...is everyone all right?" Albus asked peaking from behind the Teachers Table Hagrid had flipped so to have the other use it as a barricade against the flames.
"We are fine, Headmaster," the Gryffindor-dressed Head Boy said after a rapid check of the various students.
"I was the one supposed to hide behind you..." Fleur said in annoyance to the two Champions using her body as a shield.
"You are Part-Veela, I thought that being naturally used to cast fireballs made you like a walking asbestos shield," Cedric answered with a weak smile.
"Da, and Allure or not, I kind of need breathing to play Quidditch zo I have a career to defend," Viktor added.
"Tch! Pansies." Fleur said with an huff, although she WAS unscathed even after being near Ground Zero of the fiery explosion and yet only her still-pristine clothes were the ones still 'smoking' a little from the full-blast of fire she had been caught-in fully.
"Two parchments...one says that we have a fourth Champions...WAIT! is that even possible?" Albus said to Barty Crouch.
"I have no idea, we don't know how the Goblet works so I can't say if it was Confounded or it just accepted the fourth name," the old man answered shrugging.
"And you still decided to use a Magical Artefact even when you have no idea about its workings? Why?" Dumbledore asked dumbfounded.
"Hoy! It's cool to see the names come out from a tongue of flames, right?" Barty answered.
"I wonder how's possible that the Wizarding World has not gone instinct yet with you idiots in charge...whatever. The other ticket says that the Fourth Champions did not appreciate our attempted kidnapping so his Headmistress stopped the Goblet's summoning; he and his school will join us in a week once they are ready with a representative group and a way to reach us...and as a side note we of Hogwarts refuse to pay for a fourth Champion, so the additional costs will be paid by Durmstrang and Beauxbatons since their Headmasters dropped this thing on us." Albus said aloud for everyone in the Great Hall to hear.
"Okay, okay...ya cheap bastard..." Karkarof muttered with a grimace.
"At least it'z only half the total sum," Madame Maxine said sighing.
"Who is the Fourth Champion, Albus?" Minerva asked.
"Oh!...well, this was unexpected..." Dumbleodre said with wide eyes after finally reading the name of the Fourth Champion of the Triwizard Tournament.
"The Fourth Champion is Harry Potter, student of 'Arkadya's National Institute of Magic and Enchantment'!" the Headmaster of Hogwarts said.
The whole Great Hall fell into a dead silence at the hearing of the disappeared Boy-Who-Lived returning as Champion after years of mysterious absence.
Done! This is the first chapter of the first HP-oriented OP corner fanfic, as I said I will take several forms of "Magic" from various Games and Anime/manga to compose Harry's school and his own teachers/lessons.
For Example I 'created' a descendant of Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda, thing that I don't own) that is just as powerful but not as evil as the "Real" Ganondorf.
And we saw Arkadya's Headmistress, Madame Suliman from "Howl's moving castle" (The movie, also idea and the like that I don't own but belongs to Miyazaki and the others that firstly created her and her world).
Little spoiler, Harry will basically be a "Witcher" (From the Witcher series – no, I don't own that either) plus other extra powers...OP, remember?
Hope you enjoyed, feel free to suggest a pairing, genderbelt (Canon!Boys turned to girls for this fic) too is okay.
See you around the net.
Tr230.