A/N: One of the twenty
bazillion ideas I've started fleshing out already
made me write it
an Omake... Kinda scary...;)
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Who Would 'a Thought…
Disclaimer: Don't mess with quidditch, bitch. Also, not mine.
Harry Potter had no idea how he had made it this far in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He was about to go into the maze for the third task and he was a nervous wreck. The dragon he had beaten because of his almost instinctual flying skills, the mermaids he had beaten because of Dobby's knowledge of magical plants. There were no brooms or magical plants to help him out here, he was on his own.
The starting wand went off and Harry bounded into the maze, as did the others. Unfortunately, Harry hadn't noticed that his trainers had become untied and tripped over his shoelaces, lost his balance, fell, and hit his head on an inconveniently placed rock.
He lost consciousness at that point and knew no more. The judges noticing this, as they could see into the maze, retrieved him and turned him over to the tender mercies of madam Pomfrey. The other three contestants carried on.
Victor Krum, unbeknownst to all except the fake Moody, was under the Imperious curse and attacked both Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory, knocking both of them out. Krum made it to the center of the maze and triumphantly grabbed the trophy.
He was instantly transported to a graveyard in Little Hangleton, bound, had his blood forcibly taken in a dark ritual to make a body for the Dark Lord, and then summarily killed and violated in several ways. His body was then dumped at the edge of Hogwarts wards to be found by a shocked third year Ravenclaw who would need therapy for years to come.
The public was outraged. Victor Krum was an extremely famous and talented international quidditch star, and if the wizarding world was anything, it was quidditch crazy.
Enrollment in Auror and Hit-Wizard programs hit an all time high as fans and other quidditch players vowed revenge on the Dark Lord who had the audacity, the unmitigated gall to mess with quidditch.
Draco Malfoy defected to the light side, declaring that he was all for blood purity, but when you started messing with quidditch you just weren't worth the time. He brought over 95 of Slytherin House with him.
At Victor's funeral Harry Potter spoke for a moment about never forgetting why Victor had been killed, using quidditch metaphors. It was so inspirational that all the quidditch fanatics that were now getting involved in the war effort banded together behind the young seeker.
In two months time they marched on Voldemort's stronghold and Victor's former team mates held the Dark Lord down while Harry chopped off his head.
After it was all said and done Dumbledore sat and laughed until he cried. Tom Riddle had always been too serious to bother with sports and had never understood the devotion most people had for their favorite teams. The power the Dark Lord knew not was Quidditch.