Some important points before we continue:

1. Disclaimer- I own neither Charmed nor Harry Potter.

2. I am trying to base this as closely on the book as possible, so you are likely to recognise certain parts if you are familiar with the books.

3. As Harry, Ron and Hermione's adventures have been fully explored in the books, this will largely be told from Wyatt and Chris' point of view unless- if the Hogwarts lot aren't mention you can consult the book for what they are doing.

4. Remember the half Manticore baby from Charmed series 6? Good, the chapter should now make more sense.

5. Oh my goodness, you guys and you're reviews- you are all so wonderful!


The next day Wyatt and Chris walked down to the great hall with Wyatt's best friend, Callum. They had slept in one of the classrooms on the first floor that night, but Dumbledore had promised he would sort out more permanent accommodation for the rest of the year.

When they got to the entrance hall they couldn't help but notice the group of people all milling round the Goblet of Fire that had been revealed last night, some of them were nibbling bits of toast or talking, but most were glancing around the corridor, excitedly waiting for potential competitors. Wyatt and Callum, who were both entering the competition, had planned to enter their names later that day. As they entered the Great hall, which was lavishly decorated with Halloween decorations and pumpkins, they were immediately ambushed by Professor Lawrence, who was carrying a pile of papers.

"Ah, boys good." He greeted breathlessly, now searching through the papers, almost dropping them as he did. "Here are your timetables, they start on Monday, so I advise you take some time to find you way around over the weekend. Now as we'll be participating in some of this school's lessons, we've divided you up between three of the houses, and Beauxbatons, who are to have their own lessons in French, will be joining Ravenclaw for dinner and the occasional joint lesson." He explained, flicking once more through the pile of paper he was holding, "Now, let me see, ahh, Chris and Wyatt, you two will be in Gryffindor, and Callum you'll be in Slytherin." As he spoke, he pointed to the relevant tables where they should sit.

"You know, I was talking with this really cute girl last night..." Began Wyatt, making Chris and Callum roll their eyes, "She said Slytherin was where they put all the kids they recon are goanna grow up evil, you'll fit right in mate." He grinned, hitting the half manticore lightly in the arm, making him stick out his forked tongue at him. Professor Lawrence, however, looked quite concerned at this news, however.

"Oh really?" He asked Wyatt, glancing nervously at Callum. "Well, I guess I could swap you with Antony if that would make you feel more comfortable." He offered, fishing out another timetable, and waving his hand so the lessons from Callum's timetable were exchanged with the ones from the other piece of paper. "Not that it really matters of course." He continued, "You'll be having most of your lessons with me and the others from your year because of you'll be taking different exams at the end of the year anyway, the houses really only matter to the younger students." He said indicating Chris.

"Err... Thanks professor." Said Callum and Professor Lawrence bustled past them to find the rest of the Magic School party. "You know." He said, turning to Wyatt and Chris, "I don't know if I should be more offended that I was put in that house to begin with, or that Lawrence was so nervous about me following my mother down the dark path, that he felt it necessary to switch me to..." He quickly checked his new timetable, "Oh, Gryffindor, excellent." Wyatt and Chris grinned, as they followed Callum to their newly assigned table, sitting near the girl Wyatt had been speaking to the previous evening.

The older boys both began enthusiastically piling the offered food on to their plates, in much the same way as Wyatt had done last night, but Chris more interested in looking watching the entrance hall, as a couple of Hogwarts students placed their names into the Goblet. Chris continued to watch, barely nibbling a bit of toast, and after a couple of minutes when the curly haired girl he had seen last night descended the stairs with her two friends They walked over to a younger girl with whom they talked to for a few moments, before there came a cheer from behind them, and two red headed twins, who could only be related to one of the girl's friends, came racing down the steps, talking excitedly to the group before walking towards the Goblet.

For a second it seemed as if everything was normal, and then the boys shot backwards, long silver hair suddenly growing out of their head and chins, their lavish locks closely resembling that of the their head master who was just leaving the great hall.

"Idiots." Sniggered Wyatt, taking a large bite out a sausage. Callum meanwhile pushed his plate away, now full and bored.

"So what are we doing today?" He asked, looking to his best friend for inspiration, "I mean after we've put our names in the Goblet of course, it wouldn't do for wonder boy to miss out on his chance of glory just because we're having too much fun." Wyatt ignored him, taking a final bite of his breakfast, before also pushing his plate away.

"You're right, it wouldn't" He stated simply, "So let's do it first, and then after we'll have a look around. Castle like this is bound to have a load of call places to find." He enthused, to Cullum's agreement. "You coming Chris?" He asked, turning back to his distracted younger brother. "Hey, dimwit." He called slightly louder, hitting his younger brother over the head.

"Ow, what?" Whined Chris, tearing his eyes away from where all the students from Beauxbatons were now adding their names.

"We're going exploring, want to come?" Summarised Callum simply, not wanting the brothers to start bickering.

Chris agreed, and soon they were leaving the great hall, passing the Goblet and heading back to the room they had slept in the previous night so as Cal and Wyatt could find some paper on which to write their names. Just as they reached the right corridor, however, Chris accidentally knocked into a girl hurrying the opposite way down the corridor, sending the contents of the box she was holding scattering across the floor.

"I'm so sorry." Apologised Chris hastily, bending down to help the girl pick up the badges. Wyatt rolled his eyes, pushing Callum towards the classroom, so they could find the paper well Chris was inconveniencing other students.

"Don't worry about it." Smiled Hermione as Chris passed her a few badges. "I should have been paying more attention." Chris smiled at her, examining the logo.

"What's 'SPEW'?" He asked curiously.

"Oh, it's my new charity." She said as she put the lid back on the box, "Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. I'm trying to stop the outrageous abuse of our fellow magical creatures, and campaign for a change in house elves legal status." She explained quickly to a bemused looking Chris.

"Sounds important." He replied hesitantly, passing her the final badge.

"Oh, keep it if you want." She offered kindly, "I have loads, and it would be great to get the word out more."

"Um, thanks." Said Chris, "But I'm guessing you don't have older siblings." He said, offering it back to her once more, she shook her head, slightly confused, "It's only my brother would never shut up if I wore a badge saying 'SPEW'." He smiled apologetically.

"It's S-P-E-W." She corrected him, but I take your point." She sighed, replacing the badge back into the box, "Any way, I have to go down and meet my friends, but it was nice to meet you." She turned and continued to walk down the corridor.

"I'll walk down with you." Offered Chris, catching up with her as soon as he saw his brother exiting the classroom holding a slip of paper. Hermione smiled politely and together they walked back towards the great hall, "So what house are you in?" He asked, not wanting to ask any further questions about the charity he had rejected.

"Gryffindor." She replied proudly, having always hoped to be sorted into Gryffindor. "Is it true that you're all being sorted into houses as well, and attending our lessons?" She asked, curious to find out more about magic in other countries.

"Yeah, I'm going to some of the 4th year Gryffindor lessons." He said trying to ignore the mocking comments and wolf-whistles he could hear from behind him.

"Well I guess I'll see you there then." She said, turning to flash him a friendly smile just as they made it to the top of the main staircase. She held out her hand to introduce herself. "I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" Chris smiled, returning her formal greeting,

"Christopher Halliwell." He answered with a small bow, "and I look forward to it." Hermione smirked, dropping the boy's hand and hurried down to where Ron and Harry were waiting for her impatiently. Chris watched her go, before sighing as Wyatt and Callum appeared on either side of him, wearing infuriating smirks on their smug faces.

"So, who's your girlfriend?" Asked Wyatt, acting like an immature five year old. Chris ignored them, marching confidently down the stairs without a backwards glance. Wyatt and Cal exchanged glances before shrugging and, gripping their pieces of paper tighter in their hands, followed Chris down into the main entrance hall.

There was now quite a crowd of excitable students hanging around the Goblet, waiting for their friends or people who they knew to add their names. Everyone stared, as First Wyatt, and then Callum's slips were engulfed by the flames, every eye secretly judging who they thought would win.

After that, the three boys headed back up the stairs in search of the secrets the castle could have to offer. The first shock came when as they were walking up a set of stairs, it suddenly shook, causing the boys to latch on to the nearest banister as it swivelled 70 degrees and now ended at a completely different part of the school. The only passage they found all day however was when Wyatt leaned against a wall, which had turned out to be an illusion, leaving him to collapse on to the floor behind, much to the hilarity of his companions.

The only successful part of their quest was that they were able to find most of the classrooms on their time tables other than the divination classroom which, despite their best efforts, seemed to want to remain elusive. The only other notable part of their exploration was as they were walking back down to the Great hall for a late lunch, and Callum- who had assured them that he knew the way, fell down a vanishing step half way down one of the many stair cases- an event which resulted in Chris being forced to walk ahead of the two older boys so as he would alert them to any more problems.

After lunch, the group set off to investigate the large and impressive grounds. As magic school existed in a separate realm to everything else, it had no gardens or grounds, and so the boys were blown away by the scale and, although they would never admit it, beauty of the place. As it was freezing, and Professor Lawrence had requested them back in their temporary sleeping quarters by five, they didn't spend too much time outside, only really viewing the still lake, a strange, twisted and oddly sinister looking tree and the greenhouses where they would be studying Herbology.


"Ah Good everyone's here." Announced Professor Lawrence once the boys had made it back to the classroom. "Now, I'm certain it can't have escaped your attention that the other two schools have rather smart school uniforms..." A groan rose up from the assembled students as they all caught on to where this lecture was heading, "Now I'm sure none of you want to feel left out, so our Headmaster was able to find the traditional robes that Gideon, our once Noble founder, originally intended his students to wear, so if you would all please take one and put them on, then we will proceed down to the feast together.

Unenthusiastically, the students shuffled forwards to receive their new uniform. The robes were midnight-blue, with a small castle emblazoned on the left hand side above the heart. As each student adorned their robe, it magically adjusted to fit their size and form, so each cloak now ended exactly at each student's ankle. Once every one was dressed, Lawrence led the way down stairs to meet the crowd of people surging in to the hall for the feast.

The hall was brightly illuminated by thousands of candles, some floating in the air, and some hidden inside elaborately carved pumpkins which surrounded the room and decorated the tables. The Magic School students sat at the end of each of which ever house table they had been sorted into, all chatting excitedly about who they thought would win as the rest of the students filed in.

The feast seemed to drag on for hours, and whether it was the fact that it was their second feast in two days, or the anticipation of what would come after, no one seemed to be enjoying it as much. Even Wyatt and Callum had noticeably smaller platefuls of food- their minds to preoccupied on the flickering Goblet which stood proudly at the front of the hall.

Eventually, however, the golden plates cleared, and Professor Dumbledore stood up, raising his hand for silence, which fell immediately.

"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 want, and with a dramatic sweeping motion extinguished all the candles, except those in the pumpkins, plunging the hall into semi- darkness.

All eyes focused now on the Goblet of Fire, now the brightest source of light in the room, and, after a few more moments, the fire in the Goblet turned to red, sending sparks flying in all directions, before a tongue of flames suddenly emerged from it, sending a charred piece of parchment fluttering out of it, making the whole hall gasp. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment, holding it out so as to read the name by the now blue-white flames.

"The Hogwarts Champion," he read in a strong, clear voice, "is Cedric Diggory!"

The uproar from the next table was tumultuous, as every Hufflepuff jumped to their feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly and headed of towards the chamber behind the teachers table. Even the students from Magic School were caught up in the celebrations from that table, which did not die down until a second tongue of flames erupted from the Goblet, propelling a second piece of Parchment into the Dumbledore's expecting hand.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons," He read, "is Fleur Delacour!"

A beautiful blonde haired girl stood up from her seat at the Ravenclaw table, smiling proudly as she too made her way towards the side chamber amidst the polite applause from the other students. It was only when she had disappeared, could the three boys tare their eyes away from where she had been, to focus back on the other French students who all seemed thoroughly disappointed, and in some cases in tears with their heads in their arms, at not having been chosen.

The silence fell much faster this time, as every student waited excitedly for the final name to be ejected from the Goblet. Chris turned to his brother, but Wyatt had no attention for anything other than the flaming cauldron at the front. Even Callum, who had been insisting the Champion, would be Wyatt from the moment the competition was announced, was biting his lip in anticipation, no doubt imagining the glory of him being chosen.

After what seemed like and age, the flames changed to red one last time, and the final slip of parchment flew into the Hogwarts Headmaster's hand.

"The Champion for Magic School." He Called, "is Wyatt Halliwell!" Wyatt grinned triumphantly as the unsurprised and only slightly disappointed students of magic school lead the applause. Callum slapped him proudly on the back.

"Knew you could do it mate!" He declared, ignoring his own feeling of disappointment, as Wyatt ruffled his younger brother's hair, before making his way past the teachers table and into the side room.

"Excellent." Cried Dumbledore happily, as the last of the applause died down, "Well, now we have our three Champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Magic School, 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 the reason for this was abundantly clear. The fire in the Goblet had just turned red again, and as Chris watched, a fourth flame shot up from it, sending flying another piece of parchment, which Dumbledore caught instinctively, glancing at it quickly, before clearing his throat unhappily.

"Harry Potter."

Every head in the great hall turned towards the Gryffindor table, Chris followed their eye line, and realised everyone was staring at the black haired boy, Hermione was close friends with, he seemed to be whispering urgently to her and the ginger boy, mimicking the teachers who were also nervously discussing the situation, until Dumbledore straightened up, nodding to the tight lipped witch, before returning to the front of the crowd.

"Harry Potter!" He called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please." Hermione seemed to have to push the shocked black haired boy to his feet, before he set of between the tables to the front of the hall, stumbling slightly over the hem of his robes as he went. There was no applause. The hall was silent as the boy made, what no doubt felt like, the longest walk he had ever taken towards the side chamber, with every eye staring intently at him.

"What do you recon happened?" Whispered Callum as the hall immediately broke out into questions, loud complaints and confusion. Chris shrugged, watching all the head teachers and a few other members of the Hogwarts staff, quickly made their way to the chamber after the unfortunate, shocked boy.


Wyatt was standing by the fireplace, using the handy white-lighter power of Omnilingualism to converse with Fleur in fluent French, as Cedric stood nearby, when they all heard the door open, and a boy, who looked about Chris' age, walked nervously into the room.

"What is it?" Asked Fleur in her light French accent, "Do zey want us back in ze hall?" The boy just stood their awkwardly, clearly having no idea what to say, leaving Wyatt to suspect that he wasn't a messenger. Before the boy had a chance to explain himself, however, the door opened once more and Ludo Bagman entered the room, taking the boy by the arm, and leading him towards the other champions.

"Extraordinary," Wyatt heard him mutter, "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen... lady" he added as he approached where Wyatt and the other competitors were standing. "May I introduce- incredible though it may seem- the fourth Triwizard Champion?"

Wyatt's eyes widened as he surveyed the small and rather timid looking boy before him. He was clearly uncomfortable in his situation, and Wyatt couldn't help but pity the poor boy. Next to him, Cedric didn't appear to be bothered at this news, while on his other side; Fleur tossed her hair, an amused smile spreading across her face. "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman." Wyatt turned to Bagman, hoping Fleur was right, yet he suspected the Competition judge was deadly serious.

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Harry's name came out of the Goblet of Fire!" Cedric had a look of polite bewilderment on his face, while Fleur argued how ridiculous that was, Wyatt however focused on the silent boy, whose arm was still gripped tightly in Bagman's arm. He was clearly frozen in disbelief, making Wyatt suspect that he had no idea his name was even in the Goblet.

Ludo insisted, much to Fleur's displeasure, that Harry had no choice but to compete in the game, and before she had a chance to argue, the door flew open once more, and a crowd of teachers bustled in, led by a furious Madam Maxine.

"Madam Maxine!" Said Fleur as once, striding over to her headmistress, "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!" Wyatt smiled slightly at the flicker of displeasure the boy displayed at Fleur's calling him a 'little boy' but his smirk soon disappeared as he realised how much the dark haired boy reminded him of Chris- and he couldn't imagine the thought of Chris competing in a competition like this.

The teachers and head teachers launched into a heated argument- neither Madam Maxine or Professor Lawrence were happy with Hogwarts being allowed two champions, but most disturbing was the suggestion from a rather strange looking Hogwarts teacher, with one eye which seemed to have a mind of its own, who stated that the most likely reason Harry's name was in the cup was because someone wished harm on the boy, and although Wyatt couldn't imagine why that would be, he knew from experience that some people would go to ruthless and cruel measures to hurt the people they wanted rid of.

Eventually, however, the staff had to accept there was no getting round the fact that Harry would also be competing in the competition, and so the conversation moved to the first task, and so Wyatt tuned back in, taking his eyes off of the unfortunate boy.

"The first task is designed to test your daring." He told Wyatt, Harry, Fleur and Cedric. "So we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard... very important." He added, seeming noticeably distracted. "The first task will take place on the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and panel of judges. The champions are not permitted to ask for help, or accept help from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time consuming nature of the Tournament, the champions are exempt from end-of-year tests." Wyatt almost laughed at the relief he felt at this news, but given the serious look still on most of their faces, he restrained himself as Crouch turned back to Dumbledore. "I think that's all, is it, Albus?"

Dumbledore agreed, turning now to the other judges and teachers, inviting them to all stay for a drink. Lawrence agreed enthusiastically, while Madam Maxine swept out of the room angrily, leading Fleur away with her. Dumbledore then turned to Cedric and Harry, advising them to go to back to their common room, while Lawrence signalled to Wyatt to do the same.

Wyatt lagged slightly behind the two Hogwarts students as the pair of them walked awkwardly together, barely exchanging more than a couple of words before they parted at the stairs. Wyatt watched Cedric head off through a door to his right, as Harry proceeded up the main staircase.

"Harry!" Called Wyatt, hurrying up the stairs to catch up with the boy, who turned around curiously, "I just want to say I believe you, I know you didn't put your name in the Goblet, and I'm sorry you have to compete." Harry seemed relieved that someone at least believed him.

"Thanks." He said quietly as the pair of them ascended the stairs together, "but I'm guessing you're in the minority, I mean this is hardly the first time something like this has happened to me." Wyatt frowned, curious as to what Harry could mean, but decided now wasn't the best time to pry.

"Well, I promise I'll make sure the other students from my school don't give you too much hassle." He promised, as they walked along the corridor towards where the Magic School students were staying, "I'm guessing whatever we've got to look forward to, it is not going to be easy, so Harry, seriously, if you need any, well probably not help, but support, I can be here for you." Harry smiled in appreciation, although he was clearly uncertain as to why his competition was being so nice to him- ignorant about Chris as he was.

"That's really kind of you." He thanked Wyatt, "I guess the same applies to you." He added lamely, making Wyatt smile as they reached the classroom.

"Well good luck." Stated Wyatt, before proceeding into the classroom. Harry Hesitated for a second, not sure what to do, before continuing along the corridor and back to the Gryffindor common room to discover the unexpected celebrations.


Okay, so it wasn't meant to be that long, but I figured if I got the stuff very much from the book out of the way this chapter, the next chapter can have more off script character encounters which should be fun, and then the following chapter will (probably) be the first challenge :)

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