"Harry Potter." Dumbledore said. Harry stood, confused, and walked to the chamber with the other champions. Everyone was silent the entire time.
The other champions stood as Harry entered the chamber. "Did they send you with a message?" Krum asked. Harry held up the piece of paper with his name on it. "You dont mean-," he was cut off as the judges rushed into the chamber.
"Harry! Harry did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore asked.
"No." Harry said.
"He lies!" Karkaroff exclaimed. Just then Gamma appeared on the table.
"He is telling the truth, professors." Gamma stated.
"What is that, that thing?" Madame Maxime asked.
"If you are referring to me, I am Gamma, a magical construct created by Master Harry Potter." Gamma answered. "And I would have detected it if my Creator had put his own name in the Goblet."
"But surely he can not compete! It would mean Hogwarts would have double the chance of winning!" Fleur said.
"That will have to be decided by Mr Crouch." Dumbledore said. Everyone turned to Crouch. He hesitated, then began to speak.
"Once the Goblet chooses a name it is final. He can't back out of the tournament. He is the fourth Triwizard champion."
'Damn.' Harry thought.
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Harry stalked into the chamber and fell into the throne. He was angry that he had to risk his life for the school again. This time for some ruddy tournament!
"Merlin's beard, why is it always me?" Harry said to himself. Gamma materialised on the arm of the chair.
"You do seem to have been through an unusually high amount of life or death scenarios in your life." Gamma said, thoughtfully.
"I know, right!" Harry decided that he needed fresh air, and exited the chamber to go to the grounds. From there he transformed into a bat and flew into the forest.
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'A magical construct? I wonder how he managed that. Not even I could create one. Mine were both stolen. One from Gellert Grindelwald and the other from Merlin himself!' Albus Dumbledore thought in his office. 'This could be damaging to my plans. I will have to rework accordingly. But I can't help to wonder what other powers young Mr Potter holds.'
Dumbledore looked to his desk, where two constructs materialized, one gold, the other silver. They looked up wearily, wondering what their next task was.
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A few days passed with little happening. The Durmstrangs and Beauxbatons kept mostly to themselves. Most of Hogwarts threw their support behind Cedric Diggory, with only half of Gryffindor sticking with Harry. Harry paid little attention to the Potter Stinks! buttons, and paid even less to the other champions. In fact, he hardly left the chamber, only surfacing for class.
Harry stood in the chamber before a large conjured target. He had drawn his iron wand and began to practice. Before he could start, Gamma materialised on the target.
"What kind of magic are you trying to perform, sir?" Gamma asked.
"Elemental magic, Gamma, the kind my wand was built for. Shadow magic, and to a lesser extent fire and water magic. I am trying to solidify shadows to send like spears at the target. Which you are standing on, by the way." Harry said. Gamma teleported to the top off the throne to watch.
Harry pointed his wand at the target, and then the crystal in his wand glowed a light blue. The shadows in the room stretched towards him. The shadows pooled around Harry's feet.
"Umbra lanceam!" Harry shouted. The shadows rose in the air and had formed a spear before he finished the spell. Upon finishing the incantation, the spear shot forward and pierced the target, running it completely through and embedding itself in the wall behind it.
"A bit powerful, don't you think?" Harry asked. Gamma didn't reply.
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It was a dark night in the forbidden forest. Not even insects made a sound. They could sense what had been brought into their home. The only thing that dared come out of hiding was a small black bat with shimmering green eyes.
Harry Potter flew over the forest, without a goal in mind. Flying had always relaxed him, and he found flying on his own to be even better than using a broom. Indeed he had never felt so free. He thought about his other forms, and how he had only been successful so far with his current form and the wyvern, if only briefly. He had managed the bat transformation, and had transformed into the wyvern once, for a few seconds. He would begin practice with the demon form as soon as he could.
His thoughts turned to the tournament. He had no idea what the first task would be, and no way to accurately prepare for it. He was jerked out of his thoughts as he almost crashed into a low hanging tree branch.
Harry looked around, and heard movement close by. He flew silently toward the sound. It didn't take long to figure out what it was. Hagrid was moving through the forest, and though he made no noise, a skill learned from working in the forest most of his life, his companion made plenty for both of them. He was walking with Madame Maxime. Harry heard him say that they were nearly there. They stopped, and Hagrid moved aside a branch that was covering their view. Harry landed on a tree branch, hanging upside down to watch.
Through the trees, shouting could be heard. They were looking in on a fire lit clearing, with several wizards running around. In large cages in the center were four large, angry looking dragons. Harry's eyes widened in surprise.
'Are they really going to put a bunch of students up against dragons?' Harry wondered. Just then the largest one, a particularly nasty looking one with bronze spikes running down its back, bellowed out a loud roar, and sprayed fire at one of the handlers. Fortunately, the handler was unharmed.
Hagrid began leading Madame Maxime away. Harry wondered why Hagrid had brought her, but didn't really care. He dropped from the branch and raced back to the chamber to prepare himself for the first task, which was only two weeks away.
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Harry sat alone at his table in potions trying to create a sleep potion, when Colin Creevey, the annoying second year with a camera, brought Snape a note. It was to excuse him from class to do an interview for the Daily Prophet, and for a special ceremony.
"Yes, Mr Potter is used to special treatment, isn't he?" Snape muttered. Nevertheless he let Harry go. He followed Colin to an empty classroom that contained the Headmasters of each school, as well as Mr Ollivander and a blonde witch in garish green robes. The other three champions were there as well.
"Yes, yes, now we may begin." Said Ollivander quietly. More loudly he announced: "Welcome champions, to the weighing of the wands ceremony!" He gestured for Fleur to come to the table. He began to examine her wand.
"Ah yes, a fine wand. French made, nine and a half inches, made of rose wood, and is this..." He trailed off.
"A veela hair core. One of my grandmother's." Fleur stated.
"Ah yes. Very temperamental, veela cores. Never liked using them myself." Ollivander said. He waved it, and a few roses shot from the tip.
"Now, Mr Diggory, if you would." He waved Cedric over to him. He took his wand and began his examination.
"Twelve and a quarter inches, ash, and unicorn tail hair. Supple, very good for charms. I remember it well." He said as he waved it. Several smoke rings flew from the wand.
"Now for Mr Krum's wand." Ollivander said as he reached for it. "Ah yes, one of Gregorovitch's. Never quite liked his style, but that is neither here nor there. Ten and a quarter inches, made of hornbeam, with a dragon heartstring core. Strong, good for curses." He waved it and several songbirds flew out.
"That just leaves our youngest champion. Mr Potter, if you will. I remember yours well." Ollivander was taken aback when Harry pulled out his iron wand.
"Mr Potter, where is the wand I sold you?" He asked.
"Destoyed. It was hit with a dry rot curse. You really should add protection against things like that." Harry explained.
"Well, I shall look into that. I hadn't thought that would have been a problem. If I may, I would like to take a look."
"Of course." Harry handed his wand to Ollivander, who began his examination. "Ten inches long, made of iron, curious, handle wrapped in serpent leather, and what purpose do the gems serve, hmm?"
"They help to channel magic." Harry stated.
"And the core. Is this Basilisk venom? Where on earth did you get a hold of a wand like this?" Ollivander asked.
"I made it myself. I did some research on wand making after mine was destroyed. It was built with very specific intentions." Harry replied.
"And what intentions do you speak of?" Ollivander asked.
"Why don't I show you." Harry took his wand and muttered a spell.
"Umbra Machaera."
The tip of his wand glowed a pale blue as shadows gathered around his wand to form the cross guard and blade of a shadowy sword.
"If one of you would be so kind as to summon a mannequin or something-." Before he finished Ollivander summoned a mannequin like what would be seen in a robe shop.
Harry swung the sword, slicing through the mannequin in several places in the blink of an eye.
"Shadow magic, I never knew such a thing existed."
"I thought it was impossible."
"How did he find something so obscure like that?"
The gathered people murmured things along these lines for several minutes before Harry spoke up.
"Are we done? Can I return to class?" Everyone was so surprised by Harry's display of elemental magic that the interviews for the Daily Prophet were completely forgotten.
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Harry returned to the chamber, as potions was his last class of the day and the ceremony had taken until well after class had ended.
Harry poured over several ancient spellbooks, looking for a way to defeat a full grown dragon. He began to hear scratching from inside the walls. It was faint at first, but began to grow in sound. He heard a whisper.
"Harry." A voice hissed. Harry stood with his wand, intent on finding the source of the noise.
'It must be in the pipes.' He thought. He ventured out of his study and into the pipe system, which was large enough for a fully grown Basilisk, much less a fourteen year old boy. He followed the scratching and hissing. He walked for what seemed like hours, and eventually came into a room. It contained seven broken eggs, each as large as his head. Around the eggs were six half eaten Basilisk baby corpses.
"So this is why the Basilisk was so intent on killing me. It wasn't just taking orders from Riddle, it was protecting its young.' He heard the scratching again, louder than ever. Suddenly a snake threw itself from a small pipe at Harry. It reared its head back and it's eyes glowed a bright golden yellow. Harry looked into the young basilisk's eyes, but surprisingly nothing happened. Harry cast a levitation charm to bring the serpent to him. He began to speak to it in parceltongue.
"Are these your siblings?" He hissed.
The snake replied. "They were. I was the first to hatch, so I ate them."
"How long have you been here?"
"We hatched not long ago. Our eggs have been here for a decade."
"Do you have a name?"
"I do not."
"Then I guess I'll have to name you. If your willing to become my familiar."
The Basilisk did not respond, instead lunging forward to bite Harry's arm.
"What was that for?" Harry asked.
"I accepted. I was transferring some of my powers to you."
"Oh. Well I guess I'll find you a name. How does Monty sound?"
"I don't like it." The serpent hissed flatly.
"Oh come on. Monty the Python. It's funny."
"No."
"Okay, what about Aleister?"
"That has a good ring to it. I think I'll keep it." Aleister said.
"Aleister it is, then."
Harry picked up his newest companion and returned to the chamber, where he got his first good look at the serpent. He was a poison green with a scarlet plume of scales and yellow eyes. He was about two feet long and as thick as Harry's arm. Harry set Aleister down and began to research basilisks in addition to dragons. He found that they age incredibly slowly, taking decades to grow a single foot. He called the serpent over. Gamma materialised on the desk.
"Can you all help me make a plan to fight this dragon?"
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'Very interesting. I hadn't known that Mr Potter possessed such a unique wand, or that he was adept at such lost arcane arts as shadow magic. I must keep a closer eye on him. I know where he is, but even I cannot enter without that particular "gift".
"Alpha. Beta." The man barked. The constructs appeared before him. "Stalk Mr Potter. Report his every move to me." The constructs saluted lazily, and disappeared. Fawkes looked sadly at his master, wondering how he had fallen so far from the light.
*Authors Note*
HARREH! DID YA PUT YA NAM IN TA GOBLET OF FIYAH?
Never letting that scene be forgotten. Anyways. Sorry for the gap in updates, but they are coming out quicker. I plan to update Change the World, as well as begin a third series soon. Next chapter is the first task. Also the original Awakening has been deleted and I will be renaming this to just Awakening. Until next time.
-Xeron
P.S. I realised the continuation error and fixed it
