Albus Dumbledore was far from a happy camper as he stood at the head of Hogwarts student body awaiting the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. At his immediate left was the jabbering form of Britains magical savior Jason Potter. Even with all the blatantly obvious critisim on more than one ocassion James and Lily did nothing to correct the boys behavior. He was loud, arrogant, narcissistic and a glory seeker; in short he was a wilder version of a young James Potter. While it translated well into Jasons quidditch skills it certainly did him no academic favors. His mind did wander for a split second to the missing Potter, the youngest son Harry. Ever since the attack on Godrics Hollow and the immediate aftermath, somehow involving all four Potters surviving the night, he hadn't seen hide or hair of the younger Potter Heir. It was a troubling thought unto itself but not one all his many jobs allowed for him to think of at length
"Look up in the sky!"
Approaching with all the grace of a drunk lorry operator was what appeared to be a team of large flying horses. The structure that trailed behind was almost house-like save for the fact it was A) on wheels and B) seemingly curved like a pumpkin. This observation made a few people laugh and a group of muggle born girls wonder if Cinderella would emerge from the gourd.
"Ladies and gents, allow me to introduce the fair daughters of Beauxbatons!" As soon as the words left Albus' lips the carriage touched down and slowed though a gouge was left in the earth from the horses slowing to a halt.
A boy in powder blue robes exited first with a golden step that he set up to the bottom of the door. Once that was done he knocked twice as he took a sentry like post against the structure. Not even two seconds later the door was pushed open and a giant, no pun intended, woman stepped out. While she and Dumbledore exchanged pleasantries, not mentionn the care requirements for the Abraxans that pulled their carriage, gasps erupt as a mast erupted from the Black Lake. While notes were made to Hagrid the Groundskeeper and resident creature expert a column of girls, two wide, exited the carriage. Their robes were the same powder blue as the boys was but theirs were made of a much finer and more expensive material that shone like silk or satin.
"And our final competeting school brings with them the sons of the North, the Durmstrang Institute!"
From the top deck of the almost pirate-like ship a heavy gangplank was thrown down. A heavy thunk reverberated audibly before the first signs of life could be heard. It almost sounded like chanting before some realized it was marching. Much like the giant woman the head of Durmstrang came out first with what looked like a heavy staff in hand and behind him a column of students two wide followed. Unlike the Hogwarts and Beauxbatons kids robes the Durmstrsng boys were dressed drastically different. Underneath the heavy fur cloak their uniform was almost militaristic in design. "Dumbledore, pleasant to see you once more" the scarred Highmaster of Durmstang said when he was close enough.
"Igor, I presume you remember Madame Maxime?" Albus asked shaking Igors hand.
The second wizard of the group, identifed as Igor or properly Igor Karkaroff, warily eyed the giantess in charge of Beauxbatons. "Of course, charming to see you again" he said flatly. His eyes momentarily tracked back to the column of students behind him doing a head count. Finding the usual two missing he began to knead the bridge of his nose. "Excuse me a moment I have two students to retrieve." Some choice words were uttered in Bulgarian that had the boys in formation fall into a very stiff parade rest position.
The Hogwarts kids, minus the Slytherin population, were leery of the fur cloaked boys. The auras about them spoke of no nonsense attitudes and a very real possibility of not caring about dealig lasting pain for being crossed. The Slytherins though, they looked intrigued as the headmaster in charge was barking out in Bulgarian demanding for the students who didn't follow out to presumably come out immediately.
It would a poor choice of words as not even a moment after a speeding bullet impacted the ground at Igors feet kicking up rocks and dirt. When it settled what was there was in fact one of his star pupils and international quidditch star Viktor Krum. His face was bruised, his lip split open and blood dripping down his brow. "What did you do idiot boy?!" Igor demanded.
Viktor spit out a glob of blood and glared at the lake where standing on the micro-film thin surface, in a pair of ice skates no less!, was another boy. He had shock white hair like fresh fallen and umblemished snow, mismatched eyes- one emerald green and the other a bright cyan blue- & pale skin. Unlike himself or the other Durmstrang boys the white haired boy was dressed casually like any teenager would- ripped jeans that were just tight enough to attract attention, a red and black muscle shirt with a band logo and an open blazer. "Disagreement with Sasha master" he said forcing himself to his feet.
Igor scowled before making to the lake edge. "Front and center now Engevi!"
Some of the mingled student body, British and French alike, nearly felt their jaws drop. Did the Durmstrang headmaster just say Engevi?! Aleksander Engevi, often eluded to as Sasha by his fans and because it was culturally correct given his name, was famous around world in both the muggle and magical communities. On the muggle side of it all he was famous for not only being the son of Viktor and Misha Engevi, two of Russias most famous male figure skaters, but a gold medal Junior World Championship winner in his own right. On the magical side he was known, primarily with Russian and Bulgarian borders, as a sorcerer without compare when it came to hydromancy or water magic. It was rumored he was born with the gift and that he used to drive his talent when it came to his families mantle. It was also rumored as well that he used more water based magic than anythig else since those who saw him practice said it was like water based was more natural to Sasha than breathing.
Sasha scofffed as he pushed of the waters surface gliding with little effort. Seeing all eyes on him he decided to show off a little and did a few tricks stringing together an impromptu routine while humming to himself. Finishing the impromptu routine with a triple axle with a back counter entrance he was forced to brush his bangs from his eyes as silence reigned before applause, and a few wolf whistles, filled the air. Folding one arm behind his back and the other across his chest diagonally he gave a bow & a charming smile to the crowd. A showman always works the crowd and given he had his father Viktors good looks it gave him a charisma as well that often wooed msny a young man and woman.
"Was I the only one uncomfortable with that blokes...show on the lake? He was skating across the surface! On ice skates! Its not winter and the pond is as liquid as this table is wood!"
Several Gryffindors rolled their eyes as they looked at the boy making such a fuss. Few were surlrised it was Jason Potter. The boy was a blight on Gryffindor if there was.
"Ita called Hydromancy Potter" drawled a seventh year girl. "Witches and wizards capable of being blessed as Elementals are stupidly rare much like True Seers are. There are those out there who practice magic in the same ways as Elementals of old did though their magic is less potent. Hydromancers are the equivalent of a modern day Water Elemental witch or wizard. Their command of the element is so complete that given enough time and training they could, if things fell in the wrong way, rip the water out of a living persons body & kill them." She saw those who were deep in the camp of 'I don't know this magjc so it must be dark and evil!' go beyond pale making her head loll back in exasperation. "Thats if they were in a life or death fight though and a very extreme example of whats possible. Hydromancers can literally make water of nothing by pulling it out of the air."
One girl a few seats down furrowed her brows in thought. "How do you know all this?" the bushy haired girl asked.
Ths seventh year gave a noncommittal roll of her wrist. "My uncle is an Aeromancer. The branch name is different but ths core exercises are the same for those who practice the elemetal magics. Masters of their branches are supposed to be capable of great feats. Hydromancers can breathe underwater like fish. Aeromancers can fly through the sky using the wind alone without fear. Pyromancers of old feared no fire to burn their flesh, not even dragon fire but I'm dubious of that claim. Feats like the ones I Iisted take a lifetime of dedication though and completely mastering every aspect of the magic" she replied picking at her meal.
Up at the staff table Dumbledore watched the white haired boy eat his meal silently while reading some sort of text. "Igor my friend, who is the lad with white hair amongst your students? Durmstrang is a most unusual school as a whole but that young man is rather queer in his own right."
Sasha imperceptibly snapoed his fingers, hidden by his book, before a dart of ice passed by the ancient wizards head. Calling him queer was a quick way to earn yourself a painful experience.
Albus frown feeling the tiniest tickle of a sensation on his face. Reaching up he felt nothing til he pulled his hand back and spotted the blood on the pad of hia finger. His eyes scanned for a weapon and found nothing. What had cut him? Who had cut him?
"You mean Sasha. He is my second star pupil beside Viktor. He is a prodigy among prodigies and a gifted Hydromancer for his age. Though I do not support it he is also apparently quite the gifted figure skater like his fathers. My understanding is he has quite the collection of competition medals including one that marks him a Junior World Champion. Whatever that means" Igor said gruffly
"It is the muggle quivalent of a Under Seveteen World Duelling champion accolade" Madame Maxime said chiming. "That young Mr. Engevi is a mystery to most. He is a source of rumors outside of his native Russia and Bulgaria. His performances and competitive history are well known in the muggle world as a once in a lifetime talent. Many on our side study his performances trying to pick apart if his alledged intimate familiarity with hydromancy plays a part in his skill and performance."
"I doubt it Maxime. Even if he possessed such knowledge at his age, elemental magic and athletics of any kind take inmense focus. If I don't disremember, figure skating takes up quite a lot more focus than most sports. Combining a memory of how a routine is timed with the music of the piece is a heavy load for even a seasoned skater" Albus said with an air of nonchalance. Let it not be said the great Albus Dumbledire didn't keep up with the muggle world. "If young Sasha was able to juggle the balance between a performances map beat by beat and do enough hydromancy magic to enhance his routine it would be basic at best."
"You seem quite certain of yourself Mr. Dumbledore."
Albus shifted his gaze and found the very subject of his comment before them. "Am I wrong?" he asked with a very polite and grandfatherly but point blank yes-or-no type of tone.
"Completely off base on all accounts." Sasha turned his head and said something to Igor in Bulgarian before he exited the hall. It was a hassle since nearly as many people asked for his autograph as Viktors but he managed to escape without signing a sigle one. He didn't sign autographs after competitions so why sign when he potentially was about to be part of one? In his mind there wasn't a good reason to.
Igor followed the young mans track tik he turned out into the hall with rabid fans on his tail.
"What did he say Igor?" Maxine asked tapping a finger against her goblet.
"That he was retiring for the night. All this noise has given him a headache."
Within the Durmstrang ship and away from his rabid fans Sasha fell back on his bed. Gods above he didn't plan on being known but Igor had to blow it by announcing his last name like that. It was enough that Viktor was an international quidditch star and attending Durmstrang, there was no need to expel him into the public limelight. "But thats Igors style to a T- exploit, exploit, exploit." He palmed his face before the light caught the ring on his left pointer finger making him smile softly, a genuine smile. The band was a simple platinum band and therefore nothing too special but his fathers had given to him. The men who loved him as their own even tbough he was magically adopted due to them being gay. He didn't care about that though, he was their son and them his dads he not only accepted for their sexuality but loved wholeheartedly. "Heres looking at you dads" he said after pressing his fingers to his lips and then to a picture of him between the two men at his birthday party before the school term began. Rolling onto his side breifly gave light to an extremely faded, almost invisible really, lightning bolt scar before his bangs covered it again.
If he was to potentially a Champion he'd rest up tonight and submit his name first thing in the morning af breakfast.
A/N: so yeah, crucify me if you want but I randomly scrolled netflix and I came across this anome callrd Yuri! On Ice. I was so ready to dismiss it since it was male-slash but I couldn't man, it was too good. Even for a show revolved around figure skating as a main plot element. But then I got to thinking about how few true alternstive sport Harry stories there are. see a sport mention its always quidditch and I think in one story Harry played football, American Football, in a story where tbe Dursleys treated him well.
I don't know if this will go anywhere but maybe this will breath a little bit of newness in a WBWL/Harrys parents are actually alive stories considering where Harry ended up with a new name though the how and why will be revealed if people want to see this become something. Also I have to say Angel and Mr. Colt are going to be temporarily put on hiatus. Yes I know its redundant but rereading them after being reminded they hadn't been updated in a bit showed me they need to be cleaned up grammatically. Bad.