"I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've brought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me."

Dr. Seuss

"Speech"

Thought

'Writing'

"What is that?" Blake asked softly, still shocked at what he is looking. The small, imp like thing with its large batty ears, long nose with big eyes. Still not moving as it put his clothes on the end of the bed and with a loud POP disappeared.

"That was house elf, first time seeing one then?" answered Pomfrey. She was now watching him closely at his complete attitude change. As soon as the house elf appeared, Specialist Bradley froze up and lost his hostile body language.

They said I was at Hogwarts something about magic? But that can't be, magic doesn't exist besides in storybooks and myths. Did I go back in time to the time of Merlin or something? They also said I came out of some sort of fire so was I summoned or did I die and this all is some sort of weird afterlife? There is too many questions and the more answers I get, the more questions I get. I guess I'll have to play along for now till I can find what this all is.

"Why am I here, when is here?" the stranger asked still softly but a bit of his steel back in his voice from early. He stood watching all three of them in the room, waiting on an answer.

"I'll allow Miss Delacour to answer those questions as I have to get the officials and other schools to the great hall. Madam Pomfrey, could you walk with me." Dumbledore answered after a few seconds and made his way out of the hospital wing followed by Pomfrey who toke one last glance behind her before shutting the door.

Fleur was looking just off to the side of only other occupant of the room, thinking what a bastard Dumbledore was to leave her alone in the room with a male. She was a powerful witch and could protect herself but that didn't help nerves knowing that this person's last memories were being in a war.

"You can wait outside if this bothers you miss."

Fleur shifted her eyes over to the man who was sitting on the bed putting on green socks. "And why would thiz bother me?" she coolly replied, trying to give the illusion she wasn't scared.

"Besides the fact that you seem nervous as soon the others left the room or that you can't look at me more than a few seconds?" he replied back easily as he started putting on a tan t-shirt.

Now with a faint blush on her cheeks from getting caught looking decide not to say anything else as he finished dressing. After a few quiet minutes the man was dressed and now putting on his strange armor. Watching as he but his head though a hole in it and reach around the back to grab green plastic buckles on the front of the side parts and snap them in place at the front. With a quick little adjustments, he was ready as he turned to face her.

"Now that I am dressed, can you answer some of my questions Miss" Blake asked while looking over more closely now that it was just the two of them in here. Noticing the sky blue outfit covering her figure with same color cloth hat that looked like one from Robin Hood, Man in Tights movie. Next was her light almost platinum hair and light blue eyes with small, pert lips. Over all a very attractive woman but she seemed shy in her stance and actions. Either never had a boyfriend or is a virgin

The whole time he was looking her over she was doing the same for him. Noticing on his chest was small black symbol with his name next to it in black on his chest. On his sleeves were two of the same symbols that Krum described on both sides and a black and white flag above the one on his right side. The armor had many pouches that were filled with who knows what with a large knife just under his name. On his back was a small, solid dark green backpack seemingly connected to the armor. It's almost like disillusion spell but set to a certain on one area but why do that? The spell isn't hard to perform.

Then she got to his face, with the look of someone just starting to get though his teen years but there was also the look of someone who saw hell. Wow. She caught sight of his grey almost white with small bits of blue in them. They were watching her closely for any sudden movements.

"Only if you anzwer zome of mine Mr. Bradley." She said with false confidence, trying to keep her blush down still.

"Depends on the question Miss and just call me Bradley." Blake said with a small smile on his face as he started walking to the door.

"Are you an American?" She asked while she started walking with him. She wanted to make sure as she learned a long time ago to never assume anything.

"Yes, I'm an solider in the United States army. What year is it and why am I here." He replied easily. There was no point to lie when on his uniform it said US ARMY and had an IR American flag on his shoulder. He also needed to know when he was and why he was brought here.

"There hazn't been an army zince the war against Grindelwald. It's November 1, 1994 and you were brought from the Goblet of Fire for an unknown reason. Are you a muggle born or muggle raised?" she said as she opened the door to the corridor, slightly leading Bradley towards the great hall

"There has always been a standing army since the war of 1812 and what born? What is a muggle, some kind of weird animal or creature? AND ITS 1994?!" Blake had a confused look on his face before it led to shock over the date. Do these magic users just make up words or have any common sense? Am I even alive?

"A muggle iz a non-magical perzon and why do you zay that? Their izn't any magical army right now and yes its 1994." Now she was the one with confused look on her face. How does he not know what a muggle is? Could he be a squib and why is he so concerned about the date?

"Bullshit, there isn't a country that doesn't have some form of military or militia. The United States hasn't gone twenty years between wars and, MUGGLE?! That's what you call non-magicals, muggles. That's kinda fucked up making them seem like their below you when were all human beings." At least I believe that we're all humans.

Their discussion ended as they came into sight of the large doors to the great hall. While Fleur was scared of entering with Bradley and the rumors that would spread of her ensnaring him she realized that he was completely unaffected the whole time by her allure, even being within a couple feet of her. He hadn't look at her as prize or did anything to impress her but treated her as a person. Just as she was about to ask how he did he ignore it when the doors started to open.

Blake's eyes widen as he took in the rows of students with three drastically different uniforms. The majority was black robes with different accents near the front and ties. The different colors were separated between four tables.

At one table was half filled by girls that seemed to be all models wearing the same uniform as Fleur. Some of the girls seemed to be throwing her some hateful glares while others were looking him over with glint in their eyes. I feel like a little boy before Michael Jackson.

At a far table the last group was burly men wearing dark red uniforms that seemed like cadets uniforms. They all were looking him over, seeing if he had any weakness or signs of where he might have come from. The way some were looking Fleur was making him pissed off, like she was some piece of meat. Hell, his mother would have kicked his ass for looking like that at anybody if she was still alive.

That was also what seemed like hundreds of floating candles under what seemed like an open sky. At the opposite end of the room was another table facing the door that was filled with various adults that wore similar outfits but differed in appearance.

One was an extremely short and had pointed ears man, while another was a frazzled hair women with large glasses that looked like they were made from the bottom of glass bottles. Directly in front was a large wooden cup that had a bright blue flame in it, not leaving or burning the rest of the cup like it should have.

After a few seconds of silence since the arrival of the Veela and the soldier in green, tan and brown outfit, a quiet but noticeable whispering started. The entire body of people were wondering who he was, why was the French champion was with him, why did he come from the fire and why he appeared so injured.

As the two people who were being discussed stood in the open doorway wondering what to do now, Dumbledore came to his feet and said in a clear voice that was loud but cared throughout the entire room by his magic said "Good morning Specialist Bradley, now can you tell us about yourself?"

SPEC4 yea I agree with the chapters being fast but this is at the beginning but an always looking for critiques. The rank is now in their but will be mostly soon except for when official events or situation calls for it.

Yea, we have peer to peer in the military but as infantryman we have a pretty sick and dark humor. Hell half the time I refer to NCOs that have been in as long as me or are slick sleeves by just last name.

And you can take my monthly counseling and put doing good things while ACAPing and on Staff duty.

Review this shit, always need and can use ideas, and improvements for the story and later stories.