The Wizard, The Veela, and The Tournament

Disclaimer: Since I am male and American, I cannot be J.K. Rowling. Because of this, I cannot own Harry Potter.

French

English

Spells

Author's Note

Once the duo reached the carriage, Fleur led Harry to Madame Maxime. Maxime glared at Harry before asking bluntly, "What do you want?"

Harry huffed and replied, "Well, if you are going to be like that, then I suppose I could ask Karkaroff if I can join his school. I just thought it would be easier to transfer to a school that I already know the main language of, but if the headmistress already dislikes me, I'd better try somewhere else. Good day."

And with that, Harry turned to leave, but Madame Maxime quickly said, "Wait, why do you want to switch schools, and since when did you know French?" Harry responded, in English this time, "Well, you see Dumbledore has been trying to control me all my life. After my parents were murdered, he placed my in an abusive home and blocked my magic. He then took over my Gringotts accounts. What he doesn't know is that I am an emancipated minor and the goblins removed the block. He takes the money out of my trust vault each year, and it refills so I don't notice. The goblins are taking stock of what he is doing, and once he learns that I am emancipated, they will charge him for it. I was going to wait until just after my O.W.L.s, but now I'll probably use this tournament to let him know I'm emancipated; after all, you must be of age to participate. Anyway, once I got to Hogwarts, he got everyone I met to talk about how evil Slytherins are. I saw through this, but he expected me to be a Griffondor, so I asked the Sorting hat not to put me in Slytherin. Those things I said in the back room, he could have prevented each and every one. It has been really annoying acting stupid when I've studied up to my sixth year, but I couldn't do anything else. I learned French once I discovered other schools, and I knew that eventually, Hogwarts would become less safe than it already is. It turns out my so called friends where on Dumbledore's payroll, using my money. Turns out Weasley had to keep my grades down and rebuff any other friends, and Granger was supposed to use love potions on me. What they didn't know is mind control doesn't work on me. So anyway, I needed to talk to you about getting an application form for Beauxbatons. Hogwarts won't be safe next year."

Madam Maxime seemed to think for a moment before saying, "Well that explains what I've heard. Here is an application form and a transfer form. I'll let you skip to whichever level you are on next year."

"Thank you, I'll probably be up to seventh year by then, pity I won't know anyone." Harry said.

Fleur laughed and said, "Actually, since I have an early birthday I'm in my sixth year now, I already passed my exams and I can enter the tournament since I am of age."

Harry said, "Well, at least I'll know someone, and I'll probably get to know some of the other students by the end of the year. I'll just tell my watchers (Ron and Hermione) that I'm busy with the tournament. Granger loves rules so much that she won't help me and Weasley hates everything to do with learning so I'll be able to escape their notice. They aren't very observant so it shouldn't be too hard. Anyway, I'd better get going, it's almost curfew, plus the watchers will get suspicious if I'm gone too long. Just so you guys know, I almost have enough evidence to put Dumbledore in Azkaban for a long time. Goodnight."

This seems like a good place to stop, but I won't do that to you guys.

Time jump to First Task

It was the day of the first task, and Harry knew that, to use an old quote, here there be dragons. How could he not know? He'd seen the fire and stunners, and knew that dragons were the only explanation. Of course he had told Fleur, and Cedric to keep up appearances, and he had seen Karkaroff leaving the forest, so of course Krum knew as well.

After Bagman had them each draw a dragon and explained the rules, everyone just waited their turn. Eventually, it was Harry's.

When Harry saw the Horntail, he grinned to himself and thought, "It's time to show Dumbles who he's messing with."

Harry looked straight at the huge dragon, smirked a smirk worthy of Draco Malfoy, and cast a spell that weakens dragon hide. The spell had been lost, but he had found it in the Potter family library, which Dumbledore didn't know he had access to. It was originally used to weaken dragon hide armor. Then, he cast a spell meant to restart a heart, but when used on a beating heart it speeds up until it explodes. The dragon's heart exploded, and the dragon fell down dead.

Harry announced, after a quick sonorous, "I, Harry James Potter do hereby claim this Hungarian Horntail and it's eggs by rite of conquest. So mote it be."

Fudge was in the audience, and started blubbering about dark magic and Azkaban. Before he could really get started however, Harry interrupted with," Minister, all I used was a spell that weakens dragon hide and a heart restarting charm. How is that dark?" Fudge blubbered a bit before one of the aurors used a quick silencio and apologized to Harry. Harry stifled a laugh, grinned, and waved off the apology.

Harry walked out of the arena and towards the Medical Tent, even though he didn't need it, but on the way he was interrupted by Ron and Hermione.

They started blubbering about apologies and regrets, but Harry cast a silencio and said, "Look, I know all about Bumblebee's little plan to take over the Potter estates, but I don't care. I don't care because there are things in motion to stop it. Half the ministry hates Dumbledore, Gringotts hates Dumbledore, hell even his brother hates Dumbledore. You can take that to the Bumblebee if you want."

And with that, Harry walked away.

I am so sorry that this took so long, but 8th grade started and school literally sucks the creativety out of me!

-dragonMSTR