Chapter 2 – The Triwizard Tournament
Pokémon World
Narrator: Last time our hero rescued Groudon from Team Magma. The earth was saved.
(A/N This story takes place in the Hoenn Region, no Sinnoh or Unova Pokémon will be in this fanfic)
Ash and his friends were traveling back to Slateport City to catch a boat back to the Kanto Region to go back home for a break. May and Ash were having a Pokémon battle and it was a tie, and it was about lunch time. After the final Pokémon was knocked out May said, "That was a great battle Ash, you did great too Pikachu." Pikachu smiled and said," Pika!" which meant 'Thank's May'. Brock called out and said, "Come on everyone lunch is ready." Ash ran over to the table and then he brought out all of his Pokémon and said, "All right everybody dig in." Everyone else got the idea and brought theirs as well. Then when they were about to dig in a vortex appeared over their heads. Pikachu climed onto one of Ash's shoulders in panic and then May cried out, "What the heck is that thing!" Ash said, "I don't know but it's…" He didn't get to finish that sentence because he was traveling upward toward the vortex with everyone else and they started screaming. Team Rocket's own members Jessie and James were watching them waiting for the perfect time to steal Pikachu when they too were sucked into the vortex. Then they shouted, "Team Rocket's blasting off again!"
Team Rocket Headquarters
In the Head Office Giovanni was petting his Persian and was smiling because he finally had control of Team Magma and had Groudon under his control. All he needed now was Kyogre then he could summon Rayquazza and would be another step closer to ruling the world. Giovanni was talking to himself like he normally does, "So Groudon is now under my control, and soon all of the Legendaries will be mine and once I have them I will be even closer to controlling this world and no one will be able to stop me." When he finished talking another vortex appeared this time sucking Giovanni into it and taking him back, back into his original world.
Hogwarts
It has been 4 years since Harry Potter has gone missing. In what should have been his first year nobody went after the troll where Hermione Granger was. She got gravely injured and Ron felt guilty about the way he treated her and visited her in the Hospital Wing and they started talking and they became fast friends. Also Quirrel was found with Voldemort on the back of his head when he fainted in the Great Hall and his turban fell off. He was taken to Gringotts and was fired for being an incompetent teacher and Voldemort fled Gringotts right after that.
In what should have been his second year Lockhart was found to be a fraud ½ way during the year and was quickly fired. Dumbledore had to teach for the rest of the year. Ginny was found with the diary and Ron slayed the Bassilisk while learning the truth about Tom Riddle. In what should have been his third year it remained the same.
Dumbledore was about to reveal who the champions were he put in Harry's name in hoping to bring him back home but didn't know if it was going to work.
This part is directly taken from The Goblet Of Fire
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" - he indicated the door behind the staff table - "where they will be receiving their first instructions."
He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes.
Everyone watched, waiting. . . . A few people kept checking their watches. . .
"Any second," Lee Jordan whispered, two seats away from Ron.
The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it.
Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it - the whole room gasped.
Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."
"No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall.
Ron saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.
"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!"
The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"
"It's her, Ron!" Neville shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
"Oh look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. "Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Ron thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.
When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next...
And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"
"No! " said Ron loudly, but nobody heard him except Hermione; the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers' table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real -"
But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.
The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it and paled. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out - "Harry Potter."
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