Summary: We all know that the Goblet of Fire isn't infallible. What if other students took advantage of that? Take a look at how the Triwizard Tournament would turn out, with a few too many extra competitors.
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The Triwizard Tournament…NOT
Chapter One: Nine is Enough
Fred and George were determined to get into the tournament.
With all the prize money they would win, they could start up their own joke shop! Not to mention the fame that went with it. The only problem was the Age Line.
"Aging Potion?" Fred suggested again.
"Nah, ol' Dumbles' probably prepared for that. No, my brother, we're going to have to be sneakier than that."
"Sneaky is my middle name."
"What's the plan?"
"Indoor Quidditch game in the hall, we fly over the goblet, drop our names in."
"Excellent idea."
Angelina, Katie, and Alicia were determined to get into the tournament.
"Come on girls!" Angelina said fiercely "Fred and George are entering, you can bet somehow Harry will enter, so that just leaves us! Who says we can't do it? We're Gryffindors, and we'll win!"
"I agree!" Alicia added "All three of us could win this thing easy as a Quidditch match!"
"I'm in." Katie finished the deal.
"Right." Angelina said firmly "Here's the plan. I'm 17, so when I put my name in, I'll drop in yours as well. Go Gryffindor!"
"Go Gryffindor!"
"Go Gryffindor!"
Luna Lovegood was determined to get into the tournament.
The Quibbler had recently run an article on the magical benefits of participating in magical tournaments and competitions. Not only would your magical core increase, but the Wrackspurts clouding the minds of the people around you and causing them to act strangely would be driven away every time you approached. This was very good, as the whole of Ravenclaw tower seemed to be infested with Wrackspurts. She had never seen a bigger infestation.
"Here Nargle!" she whispered softly as she approached the Goblet "There you go, into the nice cup you go!"
The Nargle in her hand leapt straight into the Goblet of Fire, where it basked in the warmth from the flames. The Goblet gave a contented aura off, as the Nargle loosened its awareness. Luna took advantage of this, and quickly put her name in.
Now, hopefully, the Goblet would pick her.
Millicent Bulstrode was determined to get into the tournament.
Her entire time at Hogwarts, she had been constantly ridiculed because of her size, her weight, her looks, her house, and her family. So what she wasn't pretty? Neither was Granger.
Unlike most of her fellow Slytherins, she didn't really believe in that blood purity thing. Her older sister had been disowned from the family because she married a half blood, and Millicent had silently raged. Frieda wasn't stupid. She wouldn't marry someone not worthy. That was when Millicent knew that everything she had been raised to believe was wrong.
Well, she wasn't going to take any of this much longer! She was smart. She was the top Slytherin in Transfiguration. She was going to win this tournament, and prove the whole school wrong. Slytherins were good guys…well, they could win with minimal cheating. Looks weren't it all.
Creeping up to the tournament, she stood at the very edge of the Age Line, and took the piece of parchment in her hand.
"Wingardium Leviosa." she whispered, and the parchment rose into the air, and under the direction of her wand, floated over the mouth of the Goblet, and fell in.
Crookshanks was determined to get into this human contest.
He had heard Mistress talking about it with the messy haired one with the scar, and the red haired one who made Mistress angry every day.
If he was in this human contest, Mistress would be famous for owning such a smart cat, and more people would like her. Also, he would one up that scrawny excuse for a feline that the creepy human who cleans owned. The fact that all cats everywhere would adore him was also a factor.
Padding over to Mistress' carry-bag, he extracted a piece of the flat yellow pelt humans wrote on. He took the black water that Mistress and the others made marks with, and dabbed his paw in it, and marked the paper with his cat-name. He knew the wise long-beard human knew lots of languages, and would be able to understand the noble language of his kind.
Silently, he slipped out of Mistress' sleeping den. He avoided the scrawny cat, and arrived in the big den where the big cup was. Easily passing the line on the floor, he scrabbled up the cup, dropped the flat yellow pelt in, and padded off.
The whole hall was still a-buzzing over the fourth champion, when the Goblet flared red once more.
"Anuzzer champion?" Madame Maxime said in outrage "Thees ees absurd!"
The Goblet spit out a piece of parchment, and Dumbledore caught it. He stared at the name for a long while, in seeming amusement and disbelief.
"Representing the Weasley School of Pranking Awesomeness," he said, slight humour in his voice "George Weasley."
"Oh yeah!" George yelled, and he and Fred high-fived "George Weasley, right here!"
"This is ridiculous!" Karkaroff boomed "Hogwarts cannot have three champions!"
"I'm representing the Weasley School of Pranking Awesomeness!" George said indignantly.
"Be that as it may..." Dumbledore began, but was interrupted by the Goblet shooting out another piece of paper. Surprised, he took it, and his eyes widened when he read it.
"What now?" Madame Maxine threw her hands in the air.
"Representing the Chasers' Academy for Girls is Alicia Spinnet." Dumbledore said in slight disbelief.
"Whooo!" Angelina and Katie cheered, as Alicia stood up, grinning embarrassedly.
"Come on up, Alicia!" George hollered, and the blushing girl made her way up to stand beside George, and a very confused Harry Potter.
"Now 'ogwarts 'as four bites at zee apple!" Madame Maxime cried in outrage.
"But Madame," George said, grinning "It is a very big apple!"
"Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonagall started to shout, but was interrupted by yet another piece of parchment coming out of the Goblet. With slight weariness, Dumbledore took it, and read it out aloud.
"From the Institute of Rare Magical Creatures, is Luna Lovegood."
You could almost hear the sound of jaws dropping around the room. Luna ignored the shocked and jealous looks her housemates, and indeed, most of Hogwarts, were sending her, and skipped merrily up to the front, beaming.
"…yay Luna!" Ginny cheered and clapped, and when she started glaring at her fellow Gryffindors, and fingering her wand, they quickly starting clapping too.
"I demand on resubmitting the names of my students!" Karkaroff yelled above the noise "This is unacceptable!"
"I agree, Dumblydore!" Madame Maxime shouted as well "Zee Potter boy was already quite enough, and now there ees three ozzer champions from 'ogwarts!"
"Oi!" George said indignantly "I'm representing the Weasley School of Pranking Awesomeness!"
"And I'm representing the Chasers' Academy for Girls!" added Alicia.
"The Institute of Rare Magical Creatures demands they be recognized!" Luna said brightly.
Any further debate was cut off by yet another piece of parchment spewing forth from the Goblet.
"Dumbledore!" Karkaroff yelled, face red as a tomato's. Dumbledore grasped it resignedly, and choked when he read the name.
"Millicent Bulstrode, of the Serpent's Academy for the Magical Arts."
Millicent stood up, beaming, and after a shocked silence, Slytherin House politely started clapping, in Slytherin terms, a big honour.
"Good job!" Luna said kindly as Millicent went to stand beside her.
"Yeah…good job." Alicia said slowly, mentally fighting a battle with her House pride.
"Welcome to the Champion's Circle…thing." George finally said "You are a Champion, just like us, after all."
"No she is not!" Karkaroff roared, face purple, and spit flying out the corners of his mouth "And neither are you! Or you! Or you! Or you!"
"Silence!" Dumbledore made several fireworks explode out of his wand, and everyone froze "There has been another Champion selected by the Goblet."
"Oh for the love of Merlin!" Crouch said impatiently "Who is it, Dumbledore?"
"It's…" Dumbledore squinted "Ah! Most interesting."
"What ees eet?" Madame Maxime said angrily.
"I beg some time, Madame." Dumbledore said courteously "It has been a while since last I read Mreow, and I'm afraid I'm out of practice."
"Read what?" Madame Maxime had a blank look on her face, as did most of the people there. Crouch, however, widened his eyes.
"Good Lord, Dumbledore! Are you sure?"
"Positive, Barty." Dumbledore said "Ah yes, I see it now. Representing the mighty warrior school of Flashing Claw is Crookshanks."
"WHAT?" Hermione screeched, standing straight up "Crookshanks, you bad cat!"
"Meeow!" From a dark corner, an orange blur shot out, dashed straight across the hall, and skid to a halt beside Dumbledore. It was Crookshanks, and he seemed to be smirking.
"Un chat?" Madame Maxime said in disbelief.
"This is the limit!" Karkaroff screamed, and above head, lightning flashed, causing several first years to scream as well "A bloody cat has entered! What next? A giant spider, perhaps?"
"Aragog wouldn't do that!" Hagrid protested.
"Karkaroff ees right!" Madame Maxime said furiously "Zee value of zee tournament has been undermined! We 'ave six illicit champions, and one ees un chat!"
"MROW!" Crookshanks spat angrily.
"Surely this is just one big misunderstanding!" Ludo Bagman tried to say.
"It is not!" Karkaroff rounded on him "My student must compete against six imbeciles, who cheated their way in!"
"Hey!" George yelled loudly.
"I didn't put my name in!" Harry shouted.
"Daddy says people who lose their temper are infected by Nargles, and are likelier to die a violent death." Luna said, frowning.
"That's…" Professor Flitwick paused "That's a very good point, Ms. Lovegood."
"Are you implying that Slytherins are imbeciles?" Millicent glared at the Durmstrang headmaster. The Slytherins rose up in protest over this.
"Are you saying Gryffindors are idiots?" George roared, and the Gryffindors started hurling abuse at the almost comatose with anger man. It was a sign of how angry both Houses were, that neither stopped to insult the other.
"Are you saying Ravenclaws are idiots?" Marietta yelled, and all the Ravenclaws started shouting. They might not have liked Luna, but she was still a Ravenclaw, and anyone outside of Ravenclaw calling her an idiot was calling the whole house an idiot. Somewhere in that logic were several big holes, but right now, no one particularly cared.
"Are you saying my Crookshanks is dumb?" Hermione sent an ice cold glare at Karkaroff, who cowered slightly.
"That is enough!" Dumbledore shouted, and everyone cringed at the sound of his voice "Never have I been more disappointed in Hogwarts, and at my fellow Heads, than right now. Students of Hogwarts, these people are guests here, and you owe them every courtesy! Olympe, Igor, I would only have expected such behavior from children! If you have a complaint, talk to me privately, instead of making fools of yourselves in front of your students!"
"Now see here-" Karkaroff began.
"Igor…" Dumbledore said warningly. Karkaroff glared, but relented.
"Fine." he spat "But we will have words!"
"I have no doubt about that." Dumbledore said "But it has occurred to me that we are being quite rude by ignoring our original three champions. If all the champions would follow me? Minerva, Filius, Severus, Pomona, I think you'd better come as well. Ms. Granger, please accompany us too."
The six champions, Headmasters and Headmistress, Heads of House, Ministry officials, and Hermione all proceeded to enter the antechamber beside the Great Hall, leaving behind three very volatile schools.
"Thees ees outrageous!" Fleur declared as soon as she had been told the story " 'ogwarts cannot 'have seven champions!"
"We're representing different schools!" George hollered "For the last time!"
"Out of curiousity, Professor Dumbledore," Harry said quietly, and everyone turned to look at him "What school was I entered under?"
"As if you don't know!" snarled Karkaroff.
"Igor…" Dumbledore warned "In answer to your question, Mr. Potter, I believe it was the North American School of Magic."
"The what?" Harry said blankly.
"Stop pretending you don't know!" Karkaroff said impatiently "You're the one who put your name in!"
"But I didn't! I swear!" Harry said pleadingly "Professor Dumbledore, I swear I didn't enter."
"I know you didn't, Mr. Potter, and you should not worry yourself that others do not believe you." Dumbledore said kindly "If someone is determined not to believe you, nothing you can do or say will make them believe you."
"But surely, Dumbledore, they cannot compete!" Karkaroff protested "Their so-called schools aren't even real! They don't even have a Headmaster!"
"The North American School of Magic does, Igor, you cannot forget that." Dumbledore said.
"And I believe Ms. Lovegood does have a Heamaster, Headmaster Karkaroff." Professor Flitwick said suddenly.
"And who might that be?" Karkaroff sneered.
"Me." Professor Flitwick said firmly "I have failed Ms. Lovegood as Head of her House, seeing as it was not until tonight when almost none of her Housemates applauded her, that I realized her problems in my House. Ms. Lovegood, I promise I will not fail you again."
"That's quite alright, Professor." Luna said dreamily "It was the Wrackspurts clouding up your head."
"I see." Professor Flitwick said seriously "We must have a chat soon, and you can tell me what else they have been hiding from me."
"I look forward to it."
"Well, the others still have no Heamaster!" Karkaroff said triumphantly "So they cannot compete."
"Not so, Igor." The deep baritone of Snape's voice rolled out "I will be Ms. Bulstrode's Headmaster for the duration of this tournament, and I am confidant she will excel in it."
"I thank you, Pro- Headmaster Snape." Millicent said respectfully "I will not fail you."
"Meow!" Crookshanks meowed loudly, and everyone looked at Crookshanks, who was nestled in a nervous Hermione's arms "Meow meow mreow meow meow. Mreow meow meow meow."
"I believe it…he said that the leader of Flashing Claw will come as a representative." Mr. Crouch said "It has been a while since I've seen Lightningclaw."
"Who?" was the collective question. Mr. Crouch puffed up slightly.
"One of the leaders of the different sort of clans, you could say, that Kneazles have organized themselves into. Flashing Claw is one of the more prominent, and one of the most secretive. Few Kneazles kittens have ever been given from them."
"Yes yes, the cat has a leader, and apparently, you can understand it." Karkaroff rolled his eyes "What of the other two?"
"I'm going to be contacting Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies." Alicia said quickly "She said in an interview she might consider founding a Quidditch school one day. I'm sure she won't mind."
"And Fred and I decided that if one of us got into the Tournament, we'd send a letter to the Marauders!" George said brightly. Four faces paled in rapid succession, while most of the others looked confused. "Don't know why we haven't tried that before. I'm sure one of them wouldn't mind."
"Hey, George?" Harry said with a wicked grin, and McGonagall shivered. That look was identical to the one on James Potter's face every time he set off a prank "I know who the Marauders are, and I can send a letter for you."
"You what?" George actually gasped "You knew? And you didn't tell us?"
"Don't tell him, Mr. Potter!" McGonagall said quickly, with a hint of desperation in her voice. Harry ignored her.
"Prongs, Padfoot, and Wormtail," this name was spat "Are unavailable, but I know Moony would definitely be interested."
"Mr. Potter, please…" McGonagall was almost crying "Do you realize what will happen if the Weasley twins get together with the Marauders?"
"Yep, and I'm looking forward to it!" Harry said. Professor Sprout actually fainted, and had to be revived.
"Who is it?" George begged. Harry smirked, and McGonagall felt a chill run down her spine.
"First, you and Fred have to promise not to prank me or Ron or Hermione." Harry said.
"Deal." George said quickly "We wouldn't prank you and Hermione anyone."
"I should think so." Hermione sniffed.
"I'll give you a hint." Harry said, smirk broadening "Moony was one of your former teachers."
"Former teachers…can't be Quirrel, he's got no sense of humour, not Lockhart, he's too stupid, definitely not Jackson, he's American, and Davids is a woman so that leaves…" George trailed off eyes wide. McGonagall smacked her forehead. Snape actually groaned, and his scowl deepened.
"Mischief managed!" Harry said cheerfully. George fainted.
Barty Crouch Jr. was furious, to say the least. He had planned on Potter being the only extra person entered in the tournament, and now there were five other contenders! This was great, just great. Three champions, he could easily handle. Eight? Eight bloody champions? His Master was not going to be happy.
The extra champions also presented another problem. There was the chance that one or more of them would get a higher score than Potter. The Spinnet, Lovegood, and Bulstrode girls he wasn't worried about. The cat, even less so. It was the blood traitor Weasley twin. From what he had seen of their school work, and the rumours around the castle, they were brilliant, if they tried. And they would most definitely try.
As he stomped up to his quarters, scaring a pair of Hufflepuff first years on the way, he swore that when his Master returned, the Weasley twins would be the first to go.
