Harry Potter and the World Wizardry Tournament

Summary: Seventh Year. Harry thought it was over at the end of the fourth year, he thought there would be no more tournaments, no more tasks. Little did he know that by winning the Triwizard Tournament he was automatically entered into the World Tournament. Now, seven winners of a similar Triwizard Tournament, come to Hogwarts, from all over the world, to compete. H/G to start, but will it last?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

Author's note: I am basing this off Half Blood Prince, but not totally. Dumbledore is not dead. Snape or Draco is not a Death Eater (that we know of anyway…), and Harry and Ginny are still dating, even though I do not agree with this ship. I still think it came out of no where. And, since Ron and Hermione have not told their feelings to each other (if they even have them), they are not dating.


Strong, defined arms, held Christine's body delicately, but firmly as he rushed back to the competitor's tents. Christine had her head resting in crook of Harry's neck and each breath she took slightly tickled his neck. She was out cold. Harry silently thanked god that the way to the tent was covered, and no one in the crowd could see them. Their two items were clasped in Harry's left hand.

Footsteps sounded from behind them, as someone ran to catch up. "What the fuck did you do to her Potter?"

Harry slowed down slightly, and turned his head to look at another competitor. "I didn't do a thing to her!" He gently squeezed Christine.

"Then why the fuck is she knocked out?" He yelled at him. "Something had to of happened to her!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course something happened to her! She's exhausted! She ran full fledge into a fire, with a full body shield! You'd be out too!"

"Then why aren't you out Potter? You did the exact same thing! What the hell happened to you?"

"How the world should I know?" Harry glared at him. "Why do you even care? She's your competition."

The blond stopped dead and his jaw dropped slightly, as Harry continued on his way to the tents. He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts, and then caught up with Harry again. "Potter, that's none of your business."

"Oh, isn't it Dawson?" Harry shot him a quick glare. "You're overly concerned about my partner, and she's your competition. Don't you think that's just… maybe a little bit suspicious?" Harry raised his eyebrow in question. They finally reached the tents, and they walked in.

"Potter!" Madam Pomfry ran out to him before Alexander could answer. "Put her in your section! NOW!" Harry walked over, and carefully placed Christine down on one of the beds. Christine made a small whimpering sound when Harry let go of her. Harry placed the black capsules on the table beside the bed, and then sat down beside her.

Alexander quickly walked over, almost jealously, and tried to go into their section, but made a smacking sound like he ran into a glass door. He fell back, and wasn't able to go into the section. There was some type of barrier.

"Dawson, you can't go into other competitors sections." Madam Pomfry smirked at him, as she walked straight into Harry's section and walked over to the bed that Christine was laying in. Harry took a hold of her hand, covering it with both of his hands.

"For FUCK SAKES!" Dawson cursed loudly. He paced in front of the barrier, all the while glaring at Harry.

"MR. DAWSON! Do not raise your voice, and WATCH your language!" The nurse glared at him before turning back to her patient. Madam Pomfry took out a flask of some potion, and poured some into Christine's mouth. Madam Pomfry smiled and after a minute left the quarters.

Within seconds of the nurse leaving, Christine started coughing. She sat up quickly, gasping for breath, her eyes squeezed shut. "Christine, are you alright?" Harry asked.

Christine didn't seem to hear him. She let go of Harry's hand and grabbed her head, and fell back against her pillows. She closed her eyes. "Oh… my head." After a moment, Christine opened her eyes and glanced over at Harry. "Hey you…"

"Hey… How are you feeling?" Harry grinned as he took hold of her hand again. He gently squeezed it.

She smiled at their hands, and squeezed back. "Tired… Did we do it?" Her faced turned serious, as she looked around. "Did we find the items?"

"Yeah, we did." Harry's grin grew; he nodded towards the desk top. She looked up at the black capsules, and smiled.

"HEY!" Christine and Harry looked towards the voice. Alexander was still standing in the doorway. "Let go of her Potter."

"Oh Alex, hush." Christine glared at him, and then yawned. "I'm so tired. . ." she whispered, to Harry or to herself, Harry wasn't sure.

Before anyone could say anything else, Dumbledore walked into the tent. He smiled at them all. "Well Done competitors! Please, all come out to the stands, and bring your items!" Alexander sent one more glare at Harry, then turned and went to find Celeste.

"Oh for fucks sakes…" Christine whispered, she slowly sat up, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She yawned again. Harry gave her a small smile as he stood up, grabbed the two black capsules, and then offered her his hand.

She smiled, and took it as she stood up. It is a good thing too, because she swayed when she stood up, and would have fallen if it had not been for Harry. "Whoa there…" He wrapped his arm around her waist, and they started out slowly. Harry mentally sighed, what was Ginny going to think when she saw them?

Christine giggled. "Who cares what Ginny thinks?" Harry gave her a sharp look. "You were broadcasting like an antenna, Harry."

"Oh." Harry blushed slightly. He knew Ginny would think that Christine and him were having an affair, or something like that, and Harry didn't know if that was a bad idea or not. Ginny had been hounding him ever since he and Christine started training. All they seemed to do was fight. He was getting really tired of all the jealousy.

Christine and Harry were now walking under the covered area. Alexander was walking behind them, with Celeste, all the while glaring at the back of Harry's head. "But, seriously, who cares what Ginny thinks?" She sent him a questioning look. "We're partners, doing things like this is to be expected."

"Christine… she's my girlfriend."

"So? From what I've seen of her, and what I've found out from you, she's seems like an extremely jealous girlfriend." She smirked. "Why are you still with her? Is it the sex? Redheads are crazy in bed." She winked.

"HEY! It's not like that!" Harry looked embarrassed.

"Sure Harry… sure…" Christine laughed. The reached the opening to the field, and Christine walked slowly away from Harry's grasp. She was still unsteady on her feet, so she took a hold of Harry's arm. He handed her one of the items, and then they walked out into full view of the crowd.


A deafening roar broke out from the crowd when the pair walked out. Christine still had a tight grip on Harry's arm. Harry inwardly cringed, knowing she was going to get an earful from Ginny. He slightly heard Christine laughing in his head.

Once all four pairs were out on the field again, Dumbledore brought silence to the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'll present our competitors to you! In fourth place, finishing with two minutes left of the time limit, from Ravenclaw and from Hufflepuff, Shantell O'Malley and Jamie Lamont!"

Screams of approval broke out from the crowd again. All of a sudden, their black capsules started glowing, and then transformed. Shantell's turned into a bow and flaming arrows set, while Jamie's turned into a set of magic ninja stars. "Holy cow… nice!" Jamie smiled a cheesy grin, while Shantell's eyes widened painfully. Jamie had a cast around his left arm, while Shantell had numerous bruises all over her face, and arms.

"In third place, finishing with six minutes remaining of the time limit, from Ravenclaw, and from Gryffindor; Xiaolang Li, and Natasha Frantisco!"

The crowd went crazy again, and their capsules as well started glowing then transformed. Xiaolang, who had many cuts and gashes over his body, watched, with a big grin, as his item turned into a medieval executioner's axe. Natasha was standing on crutches, watching her item. It turned into a magic spear.

"In second place, finishing with fifteen minutes to spare, from Gryffindor and from Slytherin, Harry Potter and Christine Guerin!"

A loud roar erupted from the crowd, as their items started glowing. Christine was leaning heavily on Harry. His arm was wrapped around her waist again, and she was really pale. Her head rested on his chest. Harry's item transformed in a long sword, and he grinned as he took hold of it. Christine's turned into a green light-saber. "Wicked!" She whispered.

"In first place, finishing in only thirty minutes, from Hufflepuff, and from Slytherin, Celeste StarField and Alexander Dawson!"

The crowd roared again, as the final pair's items started glowing. Alexander was standing there, relatively unhurt, while Celeste seemed to be the worse of all the competitors. She had a huge black eye, cuts and bruises along her face, legs, and arms, and she was on crutches, she was breathing heavily too. Alexander though it was hilarious. Celeste's item transformed first. It turned into a set of glowing daggers. She smiled. Alexander's turned in to a large flail. He grinned, and thought of who he'd like to practice on, as he glared at Harry.

"Congratulations competitors!" Dumbledore smiled at them. "These items will be useful in the upcoming challenges! Use them well, and practice with them. The next challenge will be sometime next month."


Sorr for the longgggg delay... I had writers block AGAIN!!!!!!! Anyway, Please Reveiw! Reviews help me write more :)