An angry buzz was currently hanging around the Great Hall, which made it hard for Alnair to read his book in peace, but still he can't understand why most of the buzzing seem to originate from the Hogwarts student.

Alnair wasn't stupid, but one would think that Hogwarts would be happy of having two champions instead of one, unlike Beauxbaton, it made them have more chances of giving honor to their school. That wasn't even the root of their problem, somebody clearly messed with the goblet, probably one of the teachers, because really how can a student mess with a magical artifact? And based on the weak smile that a messy haired boy sent him, Harry he presumes, it was like he didn't want to enter, at all.

The poor boy was probably hoping for a peaceful year after the misadventures he's been through, and for that Alnair doesn't really blame him. Then there was the fact that Harry was underage and Alnair already saw the attempts of several underage students that wanted to enter.

He enjoyed the plan of the Weasley Twins the most, and he had to applaud them for making the Ageing Potion, it was ingenius afterall, that and Alnair knew that brewing that potion takes a lot of skill.

Skill, that Alnair didn't have himself, but that's another topic entirely.

He was getting sidetracked and seeing that he probably couldn't read over that irritating buzzing noise, he should get going. Afterall, he had no purpose to be there when Altair wasn't.

And without further ado, the blond silently left the Slytherin table, missing the snide remarks they shared about Harry and his own twin brother. But it was probably for the better, wouldn't want utter chaos to ensue in the Great Hall nor hexes and curses to flying overhead.

TSaTL

Harry listened to the instructions in a detached manner, only catching the important stuff and completely ignoring the conversation of Dumbledore, Mr. Crouch and Bagman.

He was only snapped out of his stupor when he felt somebody poke him at his sides, turning around he saw the worried face of Sirius? No, that wasn't right. It was Altair.

"Kiddo," Harry looked at him in confusion, wondering why Altair wasn't using his name, but he saw how worried he was in his grey eyes, so he let it go. "Are you alright?"

Harry opened his mouth about to say that, he was fine, but he stopped, it's just that it felt wrong to lie to him, when he was really concerned about his well-being.

"I'll be fine." He conceded and that was the truth, he was used to these things. It'll come and go and in the end of the day, hopefully, he'd still be alive and breathing.

Altair smiled, a warm smile that one would give to a child, but somehow Harry felt no offence, because, he needed the comfort. Just this once. He rarely had that kind of smile, one that would say 'It's alright, it'll pass', and somehow Harry believed it. Wholeheartedly.

When Harry took off his eyes from his god brother, he'll never get tired of that word, he saw Madame Maxime and Fleur speaking fluently and quickly in French and Karkaroff beckoning Krum to his side. He saw Krum flicker his eyes to Altair and he only smiled assuredly in return, motioning to Krum to follow their Headmaster.

Harry saw Karkaroff sigh but waited patiently for Krum and glared daggers at his second champion, Altair only shrugged in return a cocky smirk on his face.

Dumbledore turned to them, the only three left in the room, and Harry noticed that at some point the other teachers must've left, but he didn't let his thoughts dwell at that, and listened to what Dumbledore had to say.

"Harry, Cedric, Altair," The Black's name felt foreign at Dumbledore's tongue but he still smiled at the three of them. "I suggest you go to bed. Durmstrang, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are most probably waiting to celebrate with you, it would be a shame to waste this excellent excuse to make a lot of noise."

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore!" Altair chirped and a smirk appeared in his face when he spoke again. "I'll make sure to make as much noise as possible."

Chuckling at the teen's statement, Dumbledore once again smiled warmly at them and waved them off. "Off you trot!"

"You know," Cedric said after a beat of silence, once they exited the chamber. "I feel very afraid for the Durmstrang students. Very afraid." The Hufflepuff said with a nod, as if, to strengthen the statement.

"I don't blame you." Harry stated wryly and looked at the Black, to see how he'd react.

The two Hogwarts students shared a shudder when they saw the downright wicked smirk on Altair's face, and they pitied the poor souls that would suffer the fate that Altair planned for them.

The Great Hall was filled with silence now that it was deserted and the three wasn't talking to each other. Harry and Cedric was walking side by side and Altair was a few steps ahead of them, then suddenly he turned around and grinned at them rather enthusiastically, all remnants of mischief gone from his face.

"I know that this might be late, but, better late then never right?" Cedric and Harry looked at each other confusedly and looked at the blond who was still grinning, wondering what he was talking about.

"Late, for what?" Cedric asked cautiously. He wasn't afraid that the Black would lash out, he would've done so earlier, and Cedric didn't feel anything malicious about him at all.

Truthfully, if he didn't know any better, Cedric would've thought that Altair was just a normal teen. Not part of a family that went into insanity, and most probably has a psychotic murderer for a father.

No, he just had the feeling that, Altair, was too similar to the Weasley Twins for his tastes. And Cedric prayed that they wouldn't meet, because it would just be a recipe for disaster, complete and utter disaster.

"Introductions!"

"You're joking." Cedric spoke slowly, disbelief coating his words. Altair in return only beamed brightly back, and the two Hogwartians had the urge to cover their eyes from the brightness.

"Nope!"

"Weren't you in the same room as we did a minute ago?"

"Well," Altair began and a sheepish smile began to form on his face. "I wasn't really listening."

Cedric was stunned for a moment, completely stunned, while Harry was biting his cheek, stopping himself from chuckling at Altair's action.

"Sorry?" He apologized, though it sounded more of a question. But Cedric, bless him, only took it in stride and offered a hand to Altair.

"Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff Seeker and Captain of the Quidditch team." Altair shook Cedric hands enthusiastically, a smile on his face.

"It would've been cool to see your Quidditch Tournament, pity that the Triwizard Tournament has to take priority."

"Yeah," Harry agreed and Cedric was nodding along. "Maybe we could've seen you and Krum on your brooms, Ron would've love that."

Altair paled comically at the mention of brooms and was already shaking his head so hard, that Harry wouldn't have been surprised if his head was detached from his neck.

"No, no, no, no, no. Bad idea, kiddo. Me and brooms? Wouldn't work, I'm not exaclty known with my compatibilty with brooms, if you know what I mean."

"Actually, I prefer to think that the brooms just couldn't lift that ego of yours." A voice that sounded just like Altair answered honestly.

Altair glared at his brother that appeared and Harry stood there, mouth ajar at what he was seeing. He had his suspicions, of course, that Altair and Alnair were twins, their names were proof of that, but actually seeing it was another thing.

Harry and Cedric couldn't see the two of them clearly at the Slytherin table, they only knew that Alnair was the one who wore glasses and the one who threw a book at Altair, but seeing them side by side looking so much like each other, well... they were doomed.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you promise me? That you wouldn't let the two of them meet with the Twins?"

"No promises there Cedric, no promises." Harry heard something akin to a whimper from the prefect, and Harry didn't blame him. He felt chills at what might happen if the Black Twins were to meet the Weasley twins, a shudder wrecked through his spine.

They were so dead.

Harry observed the identical twins while they were immersed in their bickering, and just like Altair, his brother had the same blond hair, the only thing that stops the two of them from looking like a teenage clone of their father. And besides the glasses that Alnair was wearing they were, indeed, identical.

Altair was grumbling while his arms were crossed petulantly, and from the looks of it, he lost an argument with his brother. But it looked like even if he lost an argument with Alnair it didn't seem to damper his spirits a little bit, and a second later he was once again bouncing on his heels, very much like a child.

"So, kiddo, what's your name?" Altair asked curiously and Harry stilled at the question, somewhere at the back of his mind he heard Alnair muttering an 'I don't believe it' under his breath and Cedric chuckling to himself.

Harry barely stopped himself from gaping at the teen, but nonetheless he answered his question, uncomfortably. "I'm, er, Harry Potter. Gry-"

What he was about to say was cut off, when Harry felt the air on his lungs leaving him and the only thing he could see now was the blood-red uniform of Durmstrang, and Harry noticed absentmindedly that it made them look like nut-crackers.

"Altair! You're suffocating him!" Alnair snapped and he did everything in his power to pull his brother away from Harry, who was turning into an interesting shade of purple, while Altair was mumbling things in Bulgarian.

Harry sucked in a deep breathe when he felt the iron grip of Altair leave him, and somewhere in the back of his mind Harry realized that hugs could be lethal, especially if it was Mrs. Weasley and Altair was the one doing the hugs.

Cedric was hunched over laughing at the scene while Alnair tried to talk some sense to his emotional brother, afterall he couldn't imagine Sirius being happy with them when they killed his godson via hug. That was just one thing Alnair didn't one to experience.

And not for the first time, Harry, truly appreciated the air in his lungs.

Once the twins sorted things out they both apologized profusely to him, while bowing, and Harry thought he saw some tears in Altair's eye.

"Sorry," Altair burst out when he stopped his bowing. "It's just well, you're family and it's been a long time since we've seen you."

"No, I just personally think that you were dropped when you were a baby, which in turn caused you mental problems that you're showing now." Ignoring the glare his brother sent him Alnair continued. "Don't take it the wrong way, Harry. But still, welcome to the family and you might never stay the same again."

Altair shoved his brother for his words and scowled. "Don't mind him, he just hates our surname, I do too, but it's really the only surname we were allowed to keep. But Alnair hates it more than I do."

"Our family's famous for being pro-pureblood and hates muggleborns."

"Your point?"

"They behead their house-elves."

"..."

"I win." Alnair stated with a smug grin on his face, while he enjoyed watching his brother open and close his mouth like a fish.

"So your father's Sirius Black, then?" Cedric asked curiously, though you could see confusion clouding his eyes. "But how are you related to Harry?"

"Yup." Alnair and Altair chorused.

"To the first question-"

"-and we're related because of his grandma-"

"-Mrs. Dorea Potter née Black."

"I just got deathly afraid of the two of you." Cedric confessed and Altair gasped and put a hand over his heart.

"You wound me, Diggory, and we haven't even introduced ourself properly yet."

"Alnair-" The glasses wearing Black began.

"-and Altair-" His younger brother continued.

"-Black, from Durmstrang!" The two Blacks said simultaneously and smirk were on their faces, that was when Harry processed what they said.

There was a Black that became a Potter!?

Cedric wasn't very good at hiding his emotions, because Harry could see his amusement clear in his eyes also in the way he tilted his lips. The Hufflepuff shot them a smile and bid them goodbye.

"It was nice meeting you," Cedric said politely amusement still on his face. "But I have to go now, see you guys later!"

"That was sudden." Altair blinked owlishly and out of nowhere accused his brother. "I told you we should've gone with our nicknames!"

"Altair, we don't have nicknames." Alnair said dryly and turned to Harry. "You want some company on the way to your common room?"

Well, that was out of the left field. Harry supposed that they were serious when they said they were family and he had to blink away the tears that traitorously appeared in his eyes.

"Yeah, I could go with that." Harry said softly and not a minute later he was smiling happily at the banters of the Black Twins.

"Riot is not a nickname."

"It is so! I mean it sounds like my name!"

"Your name's Altair." Altair nodded and scrutinized his brother.

"It is and if you take off the 'Al' and read the left-over letters backwards, it'll say-"

"Riat." Alnair said with a raised eyebrow and Altair pouted.

"Which is not cool, so let's change the letter 'a' with an 'o', right Harry?"

"I'm with Alnair." Harry said truthfully and that was just because he knew that if Altair had that as a nickname he'd probably used it in endless jokes.

Altair glared at him, but there was no heat in the action, and instead he turned to his brother. "That's just because if we do it with your name, it'd be Rian!"

"I will not agree for that to be my nickname."

"But it's cool!"

"Says you!"

"Yes! Says me."

Harry grinned at Alnair who facepalmed and was now grumbling under his breath while Altair was sulking, he sighed at the feeling of contentness around them, and not for the first time, Harry wished that they would've gone to Hogwarts instead.

"Gen?" Alnair spoke out of the blue and it took a moment for Harry and Altair to realize that Alnair must've been thinking about possible nicknames.

"Dude, no."

"It's a perfectly fine name." Alnair huffed and he was a little red on the face, he thought it was a great nickname.

"Nah, don't mind, I'll stick with our real names instead though you guys could call me Riot if you want!"

"Fine, then my nickname's Rein."

"Sure," Harry agreed absentmindedly but he had to take step back when he realized that Alnair, of all people, agreed woth his brother to have a nickname. And apparently it showed on his face too.

"Don't be surprised Harry, our names sound so alike that it gets irritating from time to time." Altair nodded his agreement and even though Harry said sure, he liked calling them by their given names much more. It made them seem more real.

Silence fell, but it wasn't an uncomfortable kind of silence, instead it was one that made you feel calm and enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

"Well, I guess this is where we leave you." Alnair spoke over the silence and Harry looked around, surprised that they were indeed infront of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

The Fat Lady turned to them and when she saw the twins, she was horrified that she couldn't even utter a word. In the corner of his eyes, Harry saw a witch that looked vaguely familiar with the Fat Lady and before she could scream, Alnair spoke smoothly.

"Hello, Madame you look lovely today." The Fat Lady in response only shut her mouth and looked incredulously at him, then the witch whispered something to her.

"It seems that two among you have been chosen as your repective school's champions." The Fat Lady said and she didn't say anything about the two Blacks, which was odd to Harry.

"Balderdash?" Altair read in a small parchment, disbelief in his tone. "That's your password?"

Harry snapped his neck to look at Altair. "How did you know our password?"

"We have our ways, Harry." Alnair was the one who answered his question but Harry couldn't help but look at them and Alnair continued with a roll of his eyes. "Don't worry, we have every common room's password in that parchment."

"...Even Slytherin?"

Smirks were on both of their faces but they didn't answer, and Harry didn't need them to, the look on their faces were enough.

The Fat Lady looked shrewdly at the two Black and they smiled reassuringly in return, they wouldn't sell others password, they were above that. Alnair and Altair just wanted to test their skills in espionage, and discovering the passwords of each House was a good start.

"Well, I suppose I could let you enter sometimes, but only if you know the password." The Lady said sternly and the twins nodded, happy that they could now enter the common room of the Lions.

The portrait swung forward and a blast of noise was released, Harry was afraid that he'll go deaf if he were to enter. It was just his luck that his housemates hauled him in, leaving his god brothers outside.

The portrait was closed and Altair was about to say the password again when Alnair cut him off.

"No."

"Why not?!" Altair whined, it sounded like they were having an awesome party! A smirk that was all to familiar to Altair appeared on his brother's face and one also appeared in his when Alnair spoke the next words.

"I think our schoolmates missed us, most importantly our Headmaster."

"Your evil brother." Yet the smirk on Altair's face was still there and it only got wider when Alnair spoke his retort.

"We're twins."

"Touché."

"Mass pandemonium?"

"Mass pandemonium."

"I knew there was a reason why we're twins!"

TSaTL

Harry's mood was plummeting fast since he entered the common room, nobody believed him that he didn't enter his name, ye they were saying otherwise.

And it hurt more than he cared to admit that Ron didn't believe him, the idiot. He didn't want to expect that Hermoine might believe him either, it just hurt. Your bestfriend for what? Four years. Believing that he entered his name on a tournament he clearly didn't want to participate in.

Harsh.

Harry wondered if that was lingering on Cedric's mind earlier, but he didn't ask him, whether because the Blacks were there or not, he didn't know. His heart wrenched, wondering if Alnair and Altair would believe him if he told them he didn't enter, Sirius would believe him wouldn't he?

That calm and peaceful moment with Alnair and Altair seemed like a millenia ago, but Harry was sure of one thing.

He wasn't looking forward waking up tomorrow.

TSaTL

Well... what do you guys think? Still haven't introduce the third and last Oc yet, but it'll come.

Hope you guys liked it!