A/N: I got quite a few reviews concerning the 'Status' of Menerope. I was simply stating how the world viewed her. Not Dumbledore's observations or any of that sort. Like Neville's almost a squib(As said in first year). And it isn't said that Menerope attended Hogwarts. Lily did and so did Neville. But anyways, I did kind off, forget the exact quotes in the book. Anyways... More of perception thing, basically. Heh.

I've tried to include some humor. Despite a dark overtone to it, please take it lightly. I don't intend to make this a full-fledged story and it shall most probably, complete in four to five chapters.

Now, onwards!

Pale blue eyes stared uncomprehendingly back at the ember yellow ones. The wet, sweaty appearance and the stench in the room didn't faze Hedwig one bit. With a flap of wings, a letter flew from a small breast pocket and landed on the person's lap.

The person's eyes widened when he looked at the insignia but had little time to look back at the messenger bird, only to see it fly away. With trembling hands, Gellert Grindelwald stood up, feeling the oppressive magic in the walls, bending down on him as he clenched the letter tightly in his hands.

"This is interesting." A person from outside extended his arm. His fingers gripped the letter tightly, rubbing the smudge of grime and dust off the letter, leaving fine finger prints behind. With a careful eye, he tore the seal away and read the contents, his eye lingering on the symbol representing the deathly hallows.

"Well, dear Gellert." Bright blue eyes glinted ominously, and a cruel smile lit across his face. The parchment rolled itself in air and the man deftly caught it, pushing it in his breast pocket. His black coat whipped around, waving against sudden wind in the prison hallway. "It seems we finally have a way to get out of this wretched prison." He said, opening the prison door and dragging the man out. "And you shall test it for me, my dear human construct. We shall see this Lord Peverell and if he holds them." By the end of it, Gellert Grindallwald was mumbling to himself.

The man responded back. "Ja."

The said boy's head was resting in a very soft fleshy cushion, not caring in the slightest of the sudden chill in his spine. Instead, he chose to adjust his… umm… bits to a more proper place, having that goofy smile fixed on his face. Alicia Spinnet was indeed soft and delicate like a feather!

The morning dawned over, and students gathered in the Great Hall. Some loud and cheerful and some still shaking off the sleep in their eyes. Ronald Weasley was ofcourse an exception. Last night's party had run well into the night and they had so much fun! But the morning had come too soon and he was glad that today was a holiday. And so, his hands roamed around the table, grabbing whatever they could find and stuffing it inside his mouth.

Hermione scrunched up her nose and turned around to complain to her other friend. "Honestly-" She blinked owlishly when she found him writing something in some strange parchment. Instantly, she peered over, her head hovering just above Harry's left shoulder, seeing what he was doing. "Is that a Obfuscation charm on the parchment?" She asked curiously.

"Hmm." Harry replied, not bothered in the slightest. True to Harry's prediction, Mad-Brained Bartimous Crouch Jr, had cast the confundous charm on the cup and deposited a piece of paper inside goblet. He was now penning down the death sentence, making goblet aware of what Bartemius Crouch Jr, had done to her.

The results would be interesting to see, first hand.

"You know how to cast Obfuscation charm?" Her voice rose a pitch above normal.

"Hmm." Harry nodded. He could clearly see gears turning in Hermione's mind and decided to put a stop at it right now. "Yummy." Harry commented and took another bit of the chocolate flavoured bread. "Elves have truly outdone themselves!"

Hermione opened her mouth but stilled for a moment.

"Elves make this food?" Aha! Harry crowed.

"Oh yes!" Ron mumbled out, shoving the food into his mouth.

"How can you eat that food?" Hermione said firmly, giving all attention to Ron. "It is slavery!" Ron halted just short of taking the byte of the juicy piece of meat. Comically, he shrugged and tore into it once again. Hermione pushed her plate back and stormed off, presumably to library. Harry noted that that particular conversation didn't happen in the Welcoming Feast but now.

For a moment he wondered the possible implication of the 'Butter-fly effect and the impact it might have on time-line. But then, with a comic shrug of his shoulders, he began eating food once again.

The delegations from the two countries had settled down in the Great Hall, much like Harry remembered them. The obvious exception was the 'Feathered Trio' who sat opposite to Harry and engaged in whispered conversations among themselves. Alicia was playing a footsie with Harry and Harry was eagerly returning flirtations back, all the while sending playful winks to Angelina.

Obviously, these three were much too close, considering the teasing Alicia had received throughout the day. But the blush on Alicia's face was not due to teasing of the other two, not in this case anyways.

Well, apart from them, Ron and Hermione sat a bit far from him, and so did the other Weasleys, with the exception of Ginny. It seemed that the rift among them hadn't been settled yet.

The dinner came to an end, and Dumbledore rose from his seat. The hushed expectation and excitement became more pronounced. With an impressive display of wand-less magic, Dumbledore quenched the flames surrounding the Great Hall and Harry looked up, seeing the night sky clearer than before.

"The Goblet is ready to make its decision." Dumbledore's murmuring carried across the Hall, "One or two minutes at best."

Harry let his hands touch the table and drew a figure of eight lightly on it. He could sense the parchment flaring up inside his pocket. He drew another, the number one, for Durmstrang and then the zero for his special entry.

The goblet let out a strand of fire. FWOOSH!

Off the parchment went, in the air, gliding down slowly.

"And the Champion from Durmstrang is-" Dumbledore's hand snatched it out of hair as he opened it slowly, letting the anticipation grow. Harry could see how restless the Durmstrang crowed grew and he too, grew restless.

If this failed, then the backup plan was to blow up the-

He didn't get to finish that particular thought as a pained cry, almost a whisper came from Dumbledore. "No…" The showmanship wasn't there in anymore. In place of it, was a stony mask, glaring down at the Goblet of Fire. "This is unacceptable." He continued in the same dead serious tone.

Murmurings grew tenfold after that statement.

"What is it! Who is it ALBUS?" Karkaroff yelled, seeing Dumbledore pointing his wand at the goblet. Seeing the parchment hanging between Dumbledore's thumb and finger, he snatched yelled out a startled shriek.

By now, distinguished members from the Ministry of Magic had climbed down and so did Mad-Brained Barty Jr. In all the commotion, no one saw Harry whisper a single word. A word, spoken with such intensity, and such sense of possession that could have made anyone run off in another direction.

"Mine…"

Predictably, the Dumbledore's wand let out a weak spell, only to be blocked by the protective magics surrounding the Goblet. In retaliation, goblet let out a dense pulse of energy, and all the teachers and adults were blown off their feet.

The goblet spewed out remaining two names, one of Beauxbatons and the other of Hogwarts. Students, rushed forward to grab the piece of parchment. One of them fell in Neville's lap and he opened out.

"What does it say Neville?" Hermione gave a shout over the commotion.

"The Hogwarts Champion is Tom Marvollo Riddle." He said speaking each word with a pause, "Also known as Lord Vol-V-V-V-V" Hermione looked at Harry and Harry asked Neville in an urgent tone.

"Is it Voldemort?" At that, Neville's eyes rolled back in his head and he promptly fell down. Hermione rushed to help Neville and so did other students. Harry did all he could to suppress the evil chuckles, holding them inside. The fear, the anarchy and the total loss of composure of the 'respected members' in the school.

"Mistrall? Which one of you is Madam Mistrall?" Harry covered a burst of laughter with a choked snort, seeing Anthony Goldstien questioning the rapidly paling group of Beauxbatons girls.

He had pulled it off.

Dumbledore had managed to get a hold of the situation, and collected back the pieces of parchment. Just when, he was about to dismiss the students and call the teachers to his office, the goblet flared, once again.

'What now...' Dumbledore thought, and so did the rest of them as they looked at the Goblet with weariness.

A single parchment flew up and Dumbledore caught it before anyone could, and tell out the name of one Harry James Potter.

Madam Mistrall dodged another stray curse, and cursed as it nicked off some of her red hair. Her weapon wasn't combat ready, yet, and she had to rely on her flexible body, and her skillful acrobatic moves to dodge out of the spellfire. Considering she was locked up for over 20 years that was a very tough thing to do. All she had to do was cross the port-key ward and hope that the letter would take her out of here.

And when she met that man, she would make sure she showed her displeasure, very clearly.

Harry was examining in detail various gold trinkets lying around with a keen eye. In the background, he could hear the fireplace crinkling and the distant shuffles of footsteps of students exiting the Great Hall.

He pushed his glasses up, making them reflect the bright orange light. With a loud thump, the door opened and in came Dumbledore, with various headmasters in tow. Dumbledore grabbed him by the shoulders and stared right in his eyes.

"Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of fire?" His tone was soft, and yet, there was a demand in it.

"Oh. Quit bothering him Albus. Obviously he did not!" Igor Karkaroff muttered offhandedly.

"Potter has a penchant to cause trouble, if the previous three years are any indication." Came the voice of Severus Snape. "But, for this instance, he neither has skill nor aptitude, to do this sort of mischief." He sneered in his general direction.

"This is most un-nerving, Albus. Surely, Harry cannot be allowed to compete, with these… these… monsters!" Minerva said. Madame Maxime didn't say anything. Harry couldn't distinguish between her pale visage in the first place.

"The contract, with the Goblet of Fire is binding. Once, the name comes out of the fire, they are contractually obliged to compete!" Bartemius Crouch said in his uptight voice.

"Bartemius" Dumbledore said, quelling protests from around. "We must find the culprit behind these most vile plot."

"But professor!" Harry said out loud, "I don't want to participate!"

"Now Harry-" Dumbledore sought to placate him.

"No!" Harry folded his hands over his chest and scowled. "This happens every year! First it was that ghostly Voldemort thingy! The second year it was the Chamber of Secrets with Basilisk thing! The third year it was Sirius Black, and then there was the Defense against the Dark Arts Professor, who turned werewolf!" He said waving his hands around. "The defense against the Dark Arts…" He mumbled, and his eyes widened comically.

"You!" Harry pointed an accusing finger at Mad-eye Moody. "It is you!" He thrust his hand forward. "You did all this!"

"Hmm… Is this poly-juice I smell, Alastor?" Severus snatched the hip-flask.

"You…You… CHEATER!" Harry shouted indignantly. "You think this is amusing?! Well, the choke's on you!" Thankfully, no one noticed a slight slip of tongue by him. They all had their wands out firing spells. It looked like someone had let a firecracker inside the room. A Chinese one with bright red green explosions at that.

"Well." The bound, upside-down Moody said, his tongue twitching. "All was going according to Dark Lord's plan-" His tone cut off from a sudden choking around the neck. The already red, face of plump, disfigured Moody grew red and red until it burst out- like a popped grape, spilling red juice all across the room.

"What-" Harry said horrified.

"It seems that the goblet is aware of such trickery and has dealt punishment as seen fit." Dumbledore's brows were knit together in concentration. "Well done, Harry." He said as he cast cleaning charm in the entire area.

"Well, after three years professor, its kinda obvious, really." Harry said laughing and scratching his head. "Besides, as long as you are here, no one can do anything Professor Dumbledore! You beat that Voldemort and I can help! And someone can-"

"Why, don't you go off to your dormitory? Your friends will be most anxious to see you are all right." Dumbledore interjected.

"Ok Professor!" Harry said brightly. Harry dawdled off, hearing something about checking the other contracts or some things like that. The last thing he heard when the door was about to close was something about checking with the ICW and the Ministry.

He wasn't bothered in the least. Resisting the urge to cackle, he chose to whistle a jaunty tune of Harry Potter theme song.

A/N: I've based Mistrall's character from the Metal Gear Rising. Leave a review!