Goblet of the Dragon
- Mottomo Akushitsuna Shittai -
(The Most Vicious Blunder)

A/N: I don't own squat, save for the plot.
I hate having so many ideas. Most seem really good, like this one... but they don't seem to want to go anywhere.

Albus Dumbledore – Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards – stood in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, surrounded by both his students and those from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, simply staring at the fourth slip of paper that came out of the Goblet of Fire.

Harry Potter

He was dumbfounded as he read the note. The boy had never come to Hogwarts. There was no great whisperings as he was sorted, no trials to protect the stone, no saving the poor Weasley girl. Another girl had left Wizarding Britain, after being nearly crushed to death by a troll the year he was supposed to arrive.

Merlin's Beard, there was nothing he could say to Remus Lupin nor Sirius Black when he'd escaped Azkaban. The fact that they both vanished last year was another mystery.

And now, all of his sins blared at him from this small bit of parchment. How did this happen?

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Hermione Granger sat at the Ravenclaw table in her powder blue school uniform, doing her best not to panic. She'd left this school three years ago, and hoped that no one recognized her. Having charmed blond hair done up in a fancy knot, as well as glamoured blue eyes helped. Beauxbatons wasn't as classically 'grand' as Hogwarts, but she had many more friends there.

She had tried to convince Headmistress Maxime to let her stay in France, but was given assurances that she would be taken care of. Her friends had clumped around her in a bit of a emotional defensive wall, and her best friend Adele was discreetly rubbing the back of her hand with her thumb under the table. It was a nice attempt to calm her down, but it wasn't working all that well.

Hermione did not want to be here. If it wasn't for the efforts of expert mind healers and training in occlumency, she would be quivering and vibrating in her seat from her fear of the place.

Listening to her former headmaster be interrupted by a fourth flaring of the goblet, her fears became worse when she saw just how much Dumbledore was paling. His hushed "Harry Potter" confused her to pieces.

"Impossible," she muttered in French, which didn't sound all that different from English – A touch more snooty, perhaps, but that was the only difference.

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The murmurings of the Great Hall quieted down when the flames coming from the Goblet became pure white, in ever increasing brilliance. Slowly, everyone became aware of a low hum coming from it as well. That hum increased in volume the brighter the fire became.

A blast that sounded like an overpowered cannon charm knocked everyone back. Those closest to it, namely Dumbledore and Crouch, were roughly and rather abruptly introduced to the floor. Bagman, on the other hand, found himself under the faculty table. Or would have, had he been conscious. Apparently the table didn't agree with his cranium too awful much.

Only those that shielded their eyes were able to see a strangely dressed person slowly stand in front of the Goblet. While most were blinking the spots out of their eyes, a few like Hermione, Fleur and Neville saw a oddly robed person.

Black silk, possibly acromantula, robes shimmered around the figure. There was a golden dragon spiralling the back of them. They appeared to be held together by a red sash around the waist. The boy's (girl's?) long hair was pulled tightly back into a braid. All of this registered to those that could see, before the boy (girl?) crouched with a wide stance, showing that the lower part of the robe was actually wide and flowing trousers.

A flicking of his wrists caused a thick black wand to appear in each hand.

Those that could see caught glimpses of green eyes as the figure looked about rapidly. Clipped speech came out in a torrent as the figure slowly turned about in a fully defensive posture, and they quickly determined that it was a boy.

"Nani ga okite iru? Doko made hanashimashita ka? Dare ga kore o yatta? Watashi ni kotae o!"

Though stunned by what had happened, several people sat ramrod straight when they heard the rapid fire shouting of Japanese. The boy was furious!

"Ima!" he thundered.

Two girls from Ravenclaw, Su Li and Mizuho (Mizzy) Yoshī – fourth and sixth year respectively – rose from their table and quickly ran to the newcomer, bowing respectfully to him.

Mizzy spoke first, with a seemingly repetitive bow that almost looked like rocking. A strange sound came out of the boy, almost as if it were a question, to which both girls nodded – though neither looked up while doing so. Su was heard saying something that ended with 'Harry Potter'.

"Har-ry Pot-ter?" the boy inquired, then rapidly asked them something else. Su looked up enough to verify something, then pointed at him with large eyes. Mizzy noticed what Su saw with a bit of a squeak coming out of her mouth. To Ron Weasley, it sounded like she said "Hi."

"Hog-Warts?" the boy asked, sounding a bit stilted in his pronunciation. Both girls nodded again. "Ikaga?"

Su turned slightly and pointed at the cup. "Doragongoburetto."

The boy blinked as he gaped at the flaming chalice. "Kuso," he mumbled quietly.

Dumbledore and Crouch were on their feet again, but hadn't interfered. Several of the professors and older students had cast translation charms. They could do nothing but watch, stunned at what they were hearing. In fact, hardly anyone breathed until a look of wrath descended on the young man.

Both girls moved out of his way to either side of him. It wasn't hard to understand the looks of fright that both of them displayed. What was odd, was how they both seemed to eye the crowd of students – as if they were guarding his back.

Raising both of his wands, left forward, the right over his head, the boy twisted them while chanting. Dumbledore blanched and held his hand out. "Yamete!" From how he was standing, only a few didn't understand that he just shouted 'stop' in Japanese.

"Idō shi tari, sore o moyasu." the boy growled.

"You cannot destroy the goblet, my boy," Dumbledore said, which caused several gasps in the hall. "If you do, you risk not only your life, but those of the other competitors."

The boy tilted his head. "Nandesuka?"

Mizzy translated. "Kare wa itta: Anata wa, goburetto, watashi no shōnen o haki suru koto wa dekimasen. Sōshita baai, anata wa anata no jinsei ga, hoka no kyōgō tasha no mono dakedenaku, kiken-sei ga arimasu."

"Kuso," the boy muttered again. "Dare ga sekiningāru?" He glared at Dumbledore. "Sore wa anatadeshita ka?"

"It was not me," Dumbledore said with Mizzy translating. "Would you permit me to cast the translation charm on you?"

After Mizzy interpreted, the boy shook his head. "Watashi wa yūkai sa reta. Watashi wa anata no gengo o hanasu koto wa arimasen."

Dumbledore closed his eyes with a pained expression, while Su translated for everyone. "I have been abducted. I will not speak your language."

The boy held his wands together over his head, and incanted "Akarui difendā!" causing a dazzling white stag to fly out of his thick wands. It circled and pranced around, to come to rest before the boy. "Otōsan, watashi wa Hoguwātsu mahōmajutsugakkō de gozen. Darekaga doragongoburetto o madowashi shite imasu." With the message in place, the stag left the hall.

Mizuho's quiet voice translated what he said. "Father, I am at Hogwarts. Someone has bewitched the Dragon Goblet."

The boy, one Harry Potter, The-Lost-Boy-Who-Lived, hissed. "Watashi no fukushū o motsu koto ni nari."

Su Li translated this one with large eyes. "I will have my vengeance."

Since all eyes were on the wrathful youth, only he noticed Mad Eye Moody actually flinch.

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TRANSLATIONS

Nani ga okite iru? Doko made hanashimashita ka? Dare ga kore o yatta? Watashi ni kotae o!
What is happening? Where am I? Who did this? Answer me!

Ima! – Now!

Ikaga? – How?

Yamete! – Stop!

Idō shi tari, sore o moyasu. – Move, or burn with it.

Sore wa anatadeshita ka? – Was it you?

Kuso – Shit, Dung

帝陶工 – (Tei Tōkō) Hadrian Potter