Hi everyone, it's Justicar of Darkness with a new fanfiction. This Harry Potter fanfiction borrows some ideas from THE Dark Dragen. He gave me permission to use them so you can take back your comments of 'plagiarism'. His uncensored fanfiction can be found on under the name dragen. I think he did a great job and that's why his fics inspired me.

Harry Potter is not mine

Inspiration: The Dark Dragen

'About time.' Ron muttered. Seizing his knife and fork, he watched the empty service trays arranged on the table.

Harry Potter, a boy from fourth-grade, watched the last eleven arrived waiting to be sorted. Turning his head to look at Ron, he gave him a smile and said: 'This is not the end of the world if a storm delays the First Years on the lake.' Of course, he, like many others from second to seventh year was hungry, but until the first years arrived safely here, it does not hurt to wait a little longer.

Ron looked at him and replied: 'I'm bloody hungry, man.'

'Ronald language !' Hermione chided. Ron gave her a sardonic smile.

Harry noticed the Headmaster stand and the hall went silent.

Lifting his cup, Dumbledore said. 'To the students, new and old. Good appetite.' With that, he took a sip and sat back. Harry and most of the room murmured: 'To the students.'

With great enthusiasm, Ron threw himself on the first dish that appeared on the table.

'Watch your hands, guys.' Harry warned those who sat near them. A few people laughed and looked at Ron with amusement.

'Aaah, ch'est better! "Ron said, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.

After several minutes without talking, Nearly Headless Nick who was floating nearby commented. "You're lucky there's a feast tonight, you know. There were problems in the kitchens earlier.'

'Why ? What happened ?' Asked Harry before taking a bite of steak.

Shaking his head dangerously, Nearly Headless Nick replied: 'Peeves, of course.' Pulling his ruff higher up, he continued. 'The usual argument: he wanted to attend and it was out of question. You know how he is, incapable of being civilized; he can not see a plate of food without throwing it. We held a council of ghosts, the Fat Friar was all for giving him another chance, but very wisely, in my opinion, the Bloody Baron was adamant and forbade him from coming.'

The Bloody Baron was a silent specter that favored the house of Slytherin, whose appearance gave chills. Covered in silver bloodstains, he was the only entity in the castle which was actually able to reign Peeves.

'Yes, we saw Peeves in the lobby, he seemed pretty upset about something,' Said Ron darkly. 'So what did he do in the kitchen?'

'Oh as usual ' Shrugged Nearly Headless Nick. 'He caused chaos by throwing pots and pans everywhere, the place was bathed in the soup and terrified House Elves...'

Clang.

Hermione had spilled her pumpkin juice. It spread on the table staining it but Hermione paid it no attention.

'There are House Elves here? "She said, looking horror stricken at Nearly Headless Nick.' Here at Hogwarts ?'

'Certainly,' Said Nearly Headless Nick surprised by her reaction. 'The largest number in a home in Britain, I think. More than a hundred Elves.'

'I've never seen one at school !' Said Hermione, looking left and right, trying to see one.

'Well, they almost never leave the kitchen by day', said Nearly Headless Nick. 'They only come out at night to do some cleaning, taking care of the lights and so on. I mean, you're not supposed to see them, is it not? It is the mark of a good House Elf not to be seen, you know ?'

Hermione looked at him. 'But they get paid ?' She said with a look that would make Snape green in envy. 'They get holidays, isn't it ? And - and sick leave, and all ?

Nearly Headless Nick chuckled so much that his head almost fell, swinging by the ghostly skin and muscle which connected it to his neck. 'Sick leave ?' Said, pushing his head back on his shoulders and straightening it with his collar. 'The House Elves do not want sick leave or something like that !'

Hermione looked at her barely touched plate and putting his knife and fork, she pushed her plate away from her. 'Slave labor.' Hermione said, breathing through her nose with difficulty. 'That's what made this dinner !' She said, refusing to take another bite.

Harry knew where her indignation came from, the story he told her about Dobby and what had happened to the House Elf Winky. He could also guess what she was thinking at the moment, a way to release all the House Elves of Hogwarts. 'Hermione eat something, you will not help anyone by starving yourself, not you and much less the Elves.' Said Harry.

From her initial thoughts on the matter, Hermione realized that Harry was right. So she began to eat. 'Well, now if I know you well as I think I do, you intend to do something stupid, like try to free the elves here at Hogwarts, do not do it. 'Declared Harry.

Surprise by his insight as to what she thought, she could not believe that Harry was telling her not to try to free these creatures. 'But Harry...'

Hermione, think.' Harry interrupted. 'You are basing your opinion of slavery on what you know about Dobby and Winky. Dobby, who belonged to Malfoy, and Winky, you saw five minutes. Do Muggles not have maids and butlers ? For what you know Elves could be treated as maids and butlers. And even if it is slavery there might be a reason for this, maybe they like it. '

Hermione was surprised by Harry's argument. In a fit of anger, she refuted. 'Regardless, hired help is just that, hired, which means they are paid. And when it comes to love being treated like a slave, it is because they know nothing else. '

'Okay, you got me on maids and butlers.' Harry Admitted. 'But what do you know about the House Elves ? For now, you're acting like Ron.' Harry laughed when Hermione and Ron gave him the evil eye, he turned to Ron and continued with a sigh. 'Come on Ron, we all know that you often act without thinking, like hate Slytherins for no other reason that they are Slytherins. There could be some good guys in the house and the only reason they do not come out is because they are worried about what people like Malfoy could do. And with people like Malfoy, I do not blame them, which would explain why they act in this way, remaining between them to ensure their safety. That is why I do not go see them, just in case Malfoy, or those like him, might decide to hurt them because they are my friends, or just for being civil with me. '

'WHAT ...?' Barked Ron.

'If you do not like that idea Ron then grow up.' Harry added when he saw the anger of Ron. 'Unlike you and many others, I do not see Slytherin as the bad guys and everyone else as nice. Do I have to remember you of what happened last year ?' Ron shook his head as he remembered the traitor from Gryffindor, Peter Pettigrew. Sadly, Ron returned to his plate. The other students around Harry, Hermione and Ron who listened to the debate on the House Elves wondered what had happened last year to prevent Ron to argue about Slytherins.

'Where was I ?' Harry said as he turned and faced Hermione, stopping to think. He continued: 'Oh, yes, what do you really know about the House Elves ? What if they do not want to be paid ? Or might it be that they are paid in a way other than Gallions ? What if having food and a safe place they can call home is adequate compensation for them ? What if a house elf needs to be "enslaved" as you say ?'

'What do you mean Harry ?' Asked Hermione, confused. 'Why would a House Elf need to be enslaved ?' Many students who listened wondered this too and looked at Harry, waiting for his response.

'I was thinking of Dobby and why he stayed with the Malfoys so long if they treated him so badly.' Said Harry. 'Then I read in a book that I was able to find this summer, which explains all about the House Elves and their behavior. House Elves need the magic of their master to survive. They are like little useful versions of the Dementors, but instead of "feeding" on emotions, they "feed" on magic. Without a steady stream of magic they can die.'

Hermione's eyes widened.

'There is a very special process reminiscent of slavery, but it creates a bond between the Elf and his master. So simply freeing the House Elves is actually a bad idea. Furthermore, as far as I know, the bond can only be broken by the master, so I'm not too sure that you would be able to free them, but I'm all for creating a system to protect. 'said Harry.

Hermione and everyone who listened thought about what he had said. None of them had thought about the House Elves and the reason behind why they bound themselves to witches and wizards before, most Muggle-borns like Hermione had thought it was a form of slavery. But if Harry was right, the House Elves needed wizards and witches to live, which made Hermione decide she would be studying the subject before anything else, because she did not want to kill them.

'Oh and one last thing Hermione.' Said Harry with a sly smile that worried Hermione. With a quick glance, he leaned toward her, but did not lower his voice. 'In terms of House Elves loving to be treated like slaves, I read some books during the summer on people, Magical and Muggle, who also like to be treated like slaves to serve their master in all the possible ways.' Many students blushed at this, knowing what Harry meant.

There was a moment of silence around Harry, he could hear the rain and the murmur of the others conversations in the Great Hall. Then there was another clap of thunder that shook the windows, stormy ceiling illuminating the gold plates while the remains of the first service instantly disappeared and were replaced by desserts.

'Treacle tart, Hermione ?' Offered Ron, not noticing the blushing faces of the people around him. From resentment, and partly because of his obsession with food, he had not listened to Harry after he said he would be willing to be friends with Slytherins.

A red-faced Hermione gave him a look that reminded him of the one that Professor McGonagall gave and made him wonder why most of the people around him had red faces.

When the puddings were demolished, with Hermione ending her part of treacle tart, the latest crumbs disappeared of the dishes. Albus Dumbledore stood, the chatter filling the room almost immediately stopped so that only the howling wind and the rain could be heard.

'So !' Said Dumbledore, smiling at them. 'Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once again ask for your attention, as I give you some notices.'

'Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of prohibited items inside the castle has been extended this year to the new range of Zonko products. The full list includes some 437 items, I think, and can be found in the office of Mr. Filch, if someone wants to look at it. As always, I want to remind you that the forest is off limits to all students and is the same for the village of Hogsmeade for those below their third year.'

After a short break to observe the assembled students, Dumbledore said, 'This is my sad duty to inform you that the Quidditch Cup will not take place this year.'

'What ?' Harry shouted in shock. All students around him were amazed, screaming in surprise at the Director. He looked to Fred and George, They were mouthing silently to Dumbledore, apparently too shocked to speak.

Dumbledore continued : 'This is due to an event that will start in October and will last throughout the school year, take a lot of time and energy to teachers, but I'm sure you all enjoy. I am pleased to announce that this year Hogwarts will host the Triwizard Tournament.'

All students were plunged in complete amazement and were immediately silent.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. 'As I said,' he said, smiling at the sea of students before him. 'We will have the honor of hosting a very exciting event in the coming months, an event that has not occurred for over a century. This is my great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will take place at Hogwarts this year.'

'You're kidding! "Yelled Fred Weasley.

Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore laughed approvingly. 'I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley, now that you mention it, I have heard excellent during the summer on a troll, a witch and a leprechaun who all go into a bar ...' Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly, warning him to return to his announcement. 'Err - but perhaps this is not the time for that ... ' said Dumbledore. 'Now, where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament ... well, some of you may not know what it entails, so I hope that those who know will have to forgive me give for giving a brief explanation.'

'The Triwizard Tournament was created about seven hundred years ago, a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of magic: Hogwarts, Beauxbâtons and Durmstrang. A champion is selected to represent each school, and the three champions are involved in three magical tasks. The schools took turns to host the tournament once every five years and it was agreed that it was a great way to build bonds between young wizards and witches of different nationalities, until the number of dead became so high that the tournament was interrupted.'

'The number of dead ?' Whispered Hermione alarmed. Her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of students in the Great Hall, many of them whispering excitedly, and Harry himself was much more interested to hear about the tournament than worrying about deaths that had occurred hundreds years ago.

'There has been several attempts over the centuries to restore the tournament,' Dumbledore continued, 'none of which were successful. However, our departments of International Cooperation and Magical Games have decided that it is time for another attempt. We worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time no champion will face a life-threatening situation. '

'The delegations of Beauxbâtons and Durmstrang arrive with their candidates in October and the selection of the three champions will take place on Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students will be the most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, for the glory of their school, and premium thousand Galleons. '

'I'll go for it !' Whispered Fred Weasley at the end of the table and his face lit up with enthusiasm at the prospect of such glory and such wealth. He was not the only person who seemed to view himself as the champion of Hogwarts. At each table Harry could see people looking at Dumbledore with an ecstatic air or whispering eagerly with their neighbors. They were planning to enter this tournament, so he imagined finally he could have a normal year without a life-threatening situation. He could not play Quidditch this year, but he plans to keep himself busy. Dumbledore began to speak again making the students in the Great Hall go silent again.

'I know many of you are eager to bring the Cup Tournament at Hogwarts.' Dumbledore commented. 'But the Directors of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to impose an age limit for the contenders this year. Only students who are age, that is to say, seventeen years and older will be allowed to enter their names. This ... ' Here Dumbledore had to rais his voice slightly because of the noise from several people that produced indignation noise and the Weasley twins seemed suddenly furious '... is something that we think is necessary, given that the tasks of tournament will always be difficult and dangerous. Despite all the precautions we take, it is highly unlikely that students below their sixth year to will able to deal with it. I will personally ensure that no minor student bypasses our impartial judge in the selection of the Hogwarts champion.' His light blue eyes twinkled as they watched the mutinous faces of Fred and George. 'I beg you not to waste your time to enter your name if you are under the age of seventeen.'

'The delegations of Beauxbâtons and Durmstrang will arrive in late October and will remain with us for most of the year. I know that you will all show your courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us and will support fully the Hogwarts champion. And now it's late and I know how important it is for you to be alert and well rested when you start your lessons tomorrow morning. So I wish you all a good night and will you see all early in the morning for breakfast. '

Dumbledore sat back. There was a great noise when all the students stood up and headed for the doors. 'They can not do that' Declared George Weasley, who had yet to join the crowd moving toward the door, but stood and stared at Dumbledore with an air of defiance. 'We are seventeen in April, why can we not try ?'

'They will not prevent me from entering !' Said Fred stubbornly. 'The champions will have to do all sorts of things that you would never be allowed to do normally, and think about the prize money !'

'Yeah.' Ron said with a distant look. 'Yes, a thousand Galleons ...'

'Come on,' said Hermione. 'we will be the only ones left here if you do not move.'

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George went in the lobby, Fred and George debating the ways Dumbledore might prevent those who were under the age of seventeen to enter the tournament.

'Who is this impartial judge who will decide who are the champions ?' Asked Harry.

'I do not know, Fred replied. 'But he is the one we have to deceive. I think a few drops of Aging Potion could do it, George ...'

"Dumbledore knows you did not age.' Reminded Ron.

'Yes, but he is no the one who decides who is the champion, is not he ?' Declared Fred shrewdly. 'It seems to me that once this judge knows who wants to enter, he will choose the best from each school no matter how old they are.'

'People have died !' Reminded Hermione in a worried voice as they passed through a door hidden behind a tapestry.

'Yeah' Replied Fred casually. 'but it was years ago, wasn't it? Anyway, where's the fun without a little risk ? Hey, Ron, if we know how to circumvent Dumbledore ? Want to get in ?'

'What do you think ?' Ron asked Harry. 'It would be cool to try, isn't it? But I guess they want someone older ... doesn't know if we know enough ... '

'Certainly not me.' Interjected the dark voice of Neville behind Fred and George. 'I expect that my grandmother wants me to try. She is always saying that I should uphold the honor of the family. '

'Password ?' Asked the Fat Lady as they approached.

But before they could answer, they heard: 'Mr. Potter !' Turning around, they saw Professor McGonagall approaching. 'How can I help you, ma'am ?' Asked Harry.

'Tomorrow morning, please come to my office before going to breakfast.' Replied the professor.

'Why, have I done something wrong ?' Asked Harry.

'I'll explain everything tomorrow, and no, you did nothing wrong.' Assured the teacher.

"Well ma'am, good night." Harry replied, turning, he saw the portrait of the Fat Lady already open and rushed after his friends

A crackling fire warmed the circular common room, which was full of plush chairs and tables. Biding them good night, Hermione disappeared behind the door of the girls' dormitory.

Harry, Ron and Neville climbed the spiral staircase until they reached their own dormitory, which was located at the top of the tower. Five-poster beds with deep crimson hangings stood against the walls, each with a trunk at his foot.

Harry, Ron and Neville went in their bed. It was extremely comfortable to be there lying in bed and listening to the storm raging outside.

'I could try, you know' Declared Ron in a sleepy tone. 'If Fred and George know how to enter the tournament.'

'Don't know.' Replied Harry. 'If the Twins manage to find a way to enter the tournament, you should try if you feel up to it. I will not enter; I will let the others face mortal danger, for once.'

'What ?' Said Ron in a shocked voice. 'What about the glory and Gallions ?'

'I'm already famous, and I have enough Gallions to last me until I finish Hogwarts, why would I want more ?' Asked Harry. 'Although I will miss Quidditch, I can finally have a year without someone or something trying to kill me. I can finally have a normal year. Maybe this year I can have a girl without worrying about anything else.'

'Guess you're right.' Declared Ron thoughtfully. During the last three years, Harry had faced Death more than once. He could not blame his friend for wanting a normal year, he knew he would do if he went through what Harry had gone through.

'Good night, guys.' Said Ron with a yawn, and within moments he was asleep.

After several minutes, and when the snoring dorm occupants were obvious, Harry got out of bed After confirming they were fast asleep, he opened the window and jumped outside.

Thanks for reading and please review. This is my first HP fic so go easy on the comments. This chapter was taken from Animagus Mishap from dragen and adapted. He agreed to let me borrow ideas and though this chapter is very similar to his, I will do everything to diverge from his own but I find his fics very well written, so if you shop there will probably traces of his work thereafter.

Now I have two questions for you;

1) Harry will have three Animagus forms, , two are predator; one Muggle and one Magical and the last is the ultimate magical predator.

Do you think Harry should have more than three Animagus forms and if so which ones and why ?

2) Should Blaise Zabini be a boy or a girl ?