Note: Hi, so, I want to apologise for not updating for like... 2 months? Well... There were exams to study for and I was overseas with the school for some time so... So, well, Hogwarts finally appears! Yay! Things are going to start soon! I'll be following the plot from the book quite a bit, all the way till the final task. So, I hope you'll be patient with that. Um, all the parts that are almost directly copied from the book belong to J.K. Rowling.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Hetalia or Harry Potter. They all belong to their rightful owners.

At Hogwarts, the feast had just ended. Dumbledore stood up and started his start-of-term speech, as with every start of the new school year.

"So! Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention while I'm give out a few notices. Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of forbidden inside the castle has, this year, been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises of some four hundred and thirty-seven items I believe, and can be found in Mr Filch's office if anyone would like to check it." Dumbledore started, the corners of his mouth twitching as he said the last sentence.

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village Hogsmede to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

This piece of news brought about appalled gasps from the school. Waiting for the noise to die down a little, Dumbledore continued. "This is due to an event that will be starting in October and will be continuing throughout the school yea, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy-but I'm sure that you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-" A great rumble of thunder interrupted Dumbledore and the doors of the Great Hall banged open revealing a man standing in the doorway. He was leaning on a long staff and was shrouded in a black travelling cloak. Everyone turned towards the stranger who was suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that had flashed across the enchanted ceiling. The man lowered his hood, shaking out a long mane of grizzled dark grey hair and began to walk towards the teachers' table.

A dull clunk was heard on his every alternate step. He reached the end of the top table and turned right, limping heavily towards Dumbledore. Another fork of lightning flashed across the ceiling, throwing the man's face into the bright light. A few students gasped. His face was covered in scars, so many that it barely even looked human. His mouth looked like a diagonal gash and a large piece of his nose was missing. Not only that, but his eyes. One of them was small, dark and beady while the other was as large as a coin, vivid electric blue and kept rolling around its socket, quite independently from the normal eye.

The stranger reached Dumbledore, stretching out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook it, muttering some words to the man that no one managed to catch. The man shook his head and replied in an undertone. Dumbledore nodded in return and gestured for the stranger to the empty seat to his right. The man sat down, shook his hair out of his face and raised the plate of sausages to what was left of his nose and sniffed it. He then took a knife out of his pocket, speared a sausage and started to eat. His normal eye remained on his plate, but the blue one darted restlessly in its socket, taking in everything about his surroundings, both the Hall and the students.

"May I introduce to you our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody." Dumbledore announced. No one clapped, even though it was the tradition with all new teachers, except for Hagrid and Dumbledore himself, both who stopped rather quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed on Moody's appearance.

"Moody? Mad-Eye Moody? The one your dad went to help this morning?" Harry asked Ron.

"Must be…" Ron replied.

"What happened to him? What happened to his face?" Hermione asked, her voice barely a whisper as she stared at the new professor.

"Who knows…?" Ron replied.

Moody did not seem interested in the less-than-warm welcome. Ignoring the pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached into his cloak, pulled out a flask and took a long draught from it. When he lifted up his arm to drink, his cloak lifted off the ground by a few inches and, below the table, was several inches of wooden leg that ended in a clawed foot. Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I was saying, we are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for one over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

Dumbledore was once again interrupted, this time by Fred Weasley, who shouted, "You're JOKING!" The two words broke the tension in the Hall as everyone broke out into laughter and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.

"I am not joking Mr Weasley, although I did hear an excellent one over the summer about-" Dumbledore stopped suddenly as he heard McGonagall clear her throat rather loudly behind him. "But… maybe now isn't the time…no… Where was I? Ah…yes, the Triwizard Tournament… Well, some of you will not know about what this Tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation and allow their attention to wander freely."

"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago, as a friendly competition between the schools of wizardry worldwide. A champion was selected to represent each of the three schools that would participate at one time- usually Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang- and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. Schools took turns to host the Tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities, that is, until the death toll mounted so high that the Tournament was discontinued." Dumbledore paused.

"Death toll?!" Hermoine whispered to Harry and Ron in shock.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the Tournament, none of which have been very successful. However, our own Department of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports have decided that the time is ripe for another attempt and have worked hard over the summer to ensure that no champion will find him or herself in mortal danger. This time, we have Shino Academy with students hailing all the way from Japan, and Hetalia World Academy which, even more interestingly, has students from all over the world. Their students and professors will be arriving in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Tournament, the glory of their school and a thousand Galleons personal prize money." Dumbledore had to pause as a buzz of excitement rose in the Great Hall, with everyone visualised themselves as the Hogwarts Champion. It died down when Dumbledore raised his voice even more and began to speak once more.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts, the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on the contenders this year. Only students who are of age will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the Tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, no matter what the precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts Champion. I therefore beg you not to waste your time if you are underage. The delegations from Shino Academy and Hetalia World Academy will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are here with us and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts' Champion once he or she is selected. And now, it's late, and I know how important it is to all of you to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Now, bed time, chop chop!" Dumbledore finished, dismissing all of them with the last two words.

Everyone got up and left the Great Hall. Mostly, everyone was talking about the Triwizard Tournament. Those of age were discussing about entering while the others who were still underage were angry and disappointed at not being able to compete. Several, such as the Weasley twins, had already come up with plans on how to get in, the most popular being a simple aging potion or a spell.


The days passed quickly for the Golden Trio, with the only interesting lessons being those during Defence Against the Dark Arts, where Mad-Eye Moody had shown them the three Unforgivable Curses, all on their very first lesson. At least he had seemed to know what he was teaching, unlike certain teachers they had had before. Soon, the day when the other schools would arrive came and Harry, Ron and Hermoine rushed down to the Entrance Hall where the Heads of Houses were lining up their students.

"Weasley, straighten your hat and Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair." Professor McGonagall instructed sternly as she passed them. Parvati scowled, but removed the large ornamental butterfly that was on the end of her plait. "Follow me please. First-years in front…no pushing…" Professor McGonagall said. They filed down the front steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, translucent-looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest. Harry, standing between Ron and Hermoine in the fourth row from the front, saw Dennis Creevy positively shivering with anticipation among the first years.

"Nearly six." Ron said, checking his watch and then staring down the drive which led to the front gates. "How do you reckon they're coming? The train?"

"I doubt it." Hermoine replied.

"How then? Broomsticks?" Harry suggested, looking up at the starry sky.

"I don't think so… Not from that far away…" Hermoine answered thoughtfully.

"A Portkey? Or they could just Apparate…" Ron suggested.

"You can't Apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds, how often do I have to tell you that?" Hermoine asked impatiently.

The three of them scanned the darkening grounds excitedly, but nothing was moving; everything was still, silent and quiet as usual. Harry was starting to feel cold… He wished they would hurry up…

Just as he thought that, a huge circle appeared on the ground in front of them. A huge building that looked like a small castle rose from the circle, slowly but surely. Soon, the entire building appeared and the doors opened. From the building, ten people walked out. They all wore very different clothes and seemed to come from different countries. Even weirder was that they all seemed to be dressed in Muggle clothing. The first, seeming to be their Headmaster, was wearing what looked like an ancient Roman battle armour. He had curly brown hair and a twinkle in his eye that rivalled Dumbledore's. However, there was a certain depth to his eyes, making him seem older than he looked, like he had seen many things in the world. Behind him, the students stood in a tight group, making it difficult to see what they looked like.

"Professor Dumbledore, it has been awhile." Rome spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Yes, it has. I see that time has been kinder to you than it has been to me, Professor Vargas. Quite a building you have behind you." Dumbledore replied.

"It is, isn't it? We would have brought the whole castle but then it would need too much magic to transport here. It was hard enough as it already id at this point, especially to Arthur. He is the best at magic after all… I hope you don't mind us leaving it here." Rome replied. England made a face at his words. Yes, he was a little worn from using that much magic, but he did not like Rome treating him like the child he was when he was a part of the Roman Empire, when Rome separated him from his brothers, even though he did look the size now. To make things more believable, all nine of them had shrunk to the size of seventeen year olds.

"Of course not. I'll have the house elves clean it up for you." Dumbledore said.

"That won't be necessary. We can handle it by ourselves." Rome replied. After all, they had important government papers in the rooms and it wouldn't be wise for anyone to see those, not even Dumbledore. All this time, the Golden Trio had been observing the students from Hetalia World Academy. They were all males and looked very different from each other.

'Well… Dumbledore did mention that they are from all over the world after all…' Harry thought to himself.

"Is Professor Urahara here yet?" Rome asked, keeping up with the pretence.

"Not yet, I think they should be here soon. Why don't you go to the Great Hall to wait?" Dumbledore asked.

"Don't worry, we'll wait." Rome replied when England shook his head. Even though Rome was proud of his grandsons, it was obvious that England knew better in what to do when they were here. It is his magic school after all.

"If you prefer." Dumbledore replied. Of course, he knew that this was just so that they could ensure that everyone managed to get here without trouble, but that was something that they could not allow the school population to know just yet. As soon as Dumbledore spoke those words, however, a pair of Japanese styled doors appeared out of nowhere. It opened and a man walked out, followed by five other people. That man, their assumed Headmaster, was weird enough. He was wearing a green and white striped hat and coat and held his fan continuously, often hiding half his face behind it.

The five students behind him all wore clothes of roughly the same design. The main colour was black with white trimmings. At least, that seemed to be the case with the two females in their group. One of the other students, a young-looking boy, was wearing something similar, only with a white coat-like item. As if that didn't make him stand out enough, his hair was snow white and his eyes were cold and a teal colour. The other two students looked much older. One of them had orange hair that could easily have him be mistaken for a Weasley if it had any more red added into his hair colour, which seemed oddly natural. He wore a similar outfit as the others, except that his was completely black. All four of them had what looked like swords strapped to either their backs or hanging at their waists. The last of them looked the most different of all. He wore simple rectangular-framed glasses but his uniform seemed more elaborate than the others and their entire thing was white, instead of black, complete with even a small white cape.

"Professor Dumbledore! It has been some time." Urahara said. "Headmaster Yamamoto apologises for not being here personally. There were some things that needed him to remain behind. I'll be here in his place."

'So, that man isn't their Headmaster?' Harry asked himself.

"Of course we accept his apology. He always seemed to be a busy man, especially with such a big place to run." Dumbledore said, smiling, as though sharing an inside joke. Which he, in fact, was. "Now, let's all go into the Great Hall where the feast can start shall we?"

Nodding, they walked towards the Great Hall, the guests being in front while the entire of Hogwarts followed behind politely.

Note: So, was this worth the wait? I hope it was... I'm hoping for at least one more review before I update again. I plan to update in about... two weeks? That should give me some time to update my other fanfic... See you all next time!