Hello guys! So who's ready to know why this wasn't up earlier? How about this, I had a whole week to do it, right? I even had an entire long car ride. What did I do instead of writing? I made very strange movies with my friends. And then this morning, I read How To Train Your Dragon Fanfiction stories, played Geometry Dash, played Percy Jackson and drowned my many pancakes in syrup, listened to pandora, and realized it was Monday at eleven o'clock. Then, instead of writing which I probably should have done, I read more HTTYD stories, and watched YouTube. About 2 o'clock I got around to writing. So, oops. Anyway, thank you to my wonderful reviewers and...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY AND NEVILLE! YOU GUYS ARE THIRTY FIVE NOW! VIRTUAL COOKIES ALL AROUND! (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::)
Now, a shout out to one reviewer in particular,?
(guest) Love2081: That one name gave me a vision. As soon as I read it, a whole new idea unfolded. So be prepared...
Anyway, Percy can you do the disclaimer
Percy: Do I get some blue virtual cookies?"
Me: Yeah!
Percy: PoseidonsWizardingGuardian does not own Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, or any copywriter material that appeared in this week's A/N. Cookies now?
Me: (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::)
A camera snap and a quick flash momentarily blinded the five champions as a middle aged witch came forward, reaching out to shake each of their hands.
"Hello," she said, "I'm Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Profit. But of course you all know that. It's you we don't know. We want to know what secrets lie beneath that blonde hair, what weaknesses hide beneath those bulging muscles, in short, what makes each champion tick. Any volunteers for the first review of the triwizard tournament?"
No one raised their hands, so Rita walked straight over to Harry, grabbing his arm and saying, "Youngest first," before dragging the wizard out of the room, and into the broom cupboard across the hall.
Harry was thrown not so gently inside, and the tall woman stepped in behind him. She reached into her purse, which appeared to be made out of crocodile skin, and grabbed out two things. A notebook and an acid-green quill. "Don't mind if I use a quick-quotes-quill, do you, Harry?" She asked. The boy shook his head and replied with a short and confused, "No,"
Rita smiled at him, and began sucking on the tip of the quill, before placing it, point down, on the paper. "This will allow me to talk to you freely," she explained upon seeing the puzzled look on Harry's face. "Now, what made you so excited to enter the tournament, that you just had to put your name in?" Harry stared at her for a moment, before replying, "Um, I actually didn't put my name in the goblet," Rita smiled sweetly, before saying, "Of course you didn't. Come now, Harry. Everyone likes a rebel," she then turned to her quill and said, "Scratch that," before turning back to her star. Harry gaped at her, surprise, outrage, and utter confusion obvious in his expression. "Now, your parents, if alive today. How do you think they would feel about you entering? Proud, or concerned?" Harry shook his head slightly, and replied, "I don't know, I never actually met them,"
Before any more questions could be asked, the door swung open to reveal Albus Dumbledore, Madame Maxime, Iggor Karkaroff, and Mr. Ollivander standing in the doorway. Dumbledore spoke, a cool fire blazing in his eyes, "I hope I am not interrupting anything, but I believe that we need all champions present for the weighing of the wands." Rita smiled and said, "Why of course! How silly of me. I hope you don't mind if I sit in?" Dumbledore looked like he minded very much, but didn't say anything as he lead the group into the room the champions were currently residing in.
The door opened to reveal Krum skulking in a corner, Fleur gently combing her hair, and Cedric and Aria having a heated discussion about which spell would be best used to defend oneself against a dark wizard. Aria seemed positive the best thing to do would be to transfigure something into a weapon, where Cedric seemed certain that you should attempt to disarm and knock out an opponent without causing too much damage. Dumbledore smiled and cleared his throat, getting everyone's attention.
"Thank you," he said, "now, we must perform the weighing of the wands to ensure that everyone has a suitable tool for the Triwizard Tournament. Could we have Miss Delacour first?" Fleur stepped forward, and handed her wand to Mr. Ollivander, who had just now stepped forward. The old man inspected it closely, before saying, "9 1/2 inches, Rosewood, with the core of a Veela Hair," Fleur nodded, "Eet vas my Grandmuzzer's," she replied. Ollivander nodded, giving the wand a quick wave. A bouquet of flowers shot out of the tip, and he handed these along with the wand back to the blushing quarter-Veela.
Dumbledore nodded, and called for the next champion, "Let's have the second young lady up here." Aria stepped forward, her back as straight as a board. She handed her wand to Ollivander, who inspected it in the same matter as he had with Fleur's, before announcing, "12 1/2 inch Cypress wood, with the core of a golden eagle feather, the bone of a hero, and the hair of" he paused, before continuing, "I believe it is a Kelpie?" Aria corrected him with, "A hippocampi. I do not believe they reside here in England," Ollivander nodded, waving the wand. His eyes widened, and he dropped it as a spurt of fire escaped it. He quickly bent down and picked it up, saying, "I hope you are as powerful as this wand," before turning to Dumbledore for the next champion.
Dumbledore nodded to Krum, who presented his 10 1/4 inch dragon heartstring wand, to Cedric, who presented his 12 1/4 inch ash with a core of Unicorn hair, and then there was only Harry. Just Harry with his wand. His wand that was connected to Voldemort's. And Harry knew. He knew that Ollivander was going to tell everyone what had been told to Harry four years ago. The secret that he had kept for so long. What would everyone think? That he was the next Dark Lord?
Tentatively and shakily, Harry made his way towards the outstretched hand, slowly placing his wand into the aged Palm. Ollivander closed his long fingers around it, and began the inspection. "Eleven inches," he said, "Holly, with the core of a Phoenix feather," It was coming. Harry knew it. Brother to Lord Voldemort's. It was part of his wand's identity. "And pleasantly springy," he gave it a wave, showering everyone in a cascade of sparks, before handing the wand back to a dumbstruck Harry. "That is all. Now, if you'll excuse me I must get back to my shop. Good Day, and Good Luck," he said, before turning and stepping out the door.
Harry jumped as he felt a calloused hand upon his shoulder, and turned to see Aria looking at him with concern. "Something is bothering you," she said, "You were tense. You seemed nervous. I am not extremely talented in the field of comforting, but would you care to elaborate?" Harry looked at her, noting that she was attempting to make an effort, but shook his head.
"I'm fine. Thanks anyway," he said, shrugging off her hand and walking out the room. Behind him, Aria shook her head, knowing what it was like to hide something from her friends all too well. She had had to do it multiple times over the expanse of her life. (A/N this is a hint for a series of stories I might do) With that, she stepped out of the small room, following Cedric to their next class, DADA. About halfway the, the tall boy caught her by surprise and dragged her into a nearby classroom, where he locked the door and turned to Aria, his face serious.
"Everyone else knows," he said. Aria looked at him and asked, "Knows what?" Cedric looked at her and said, "Knows what the first task is. Do you?" Aria shook her head, "No I do not. And I do not find it very sporting to tell me and give me an advantage over the others," Cedric shook his head, "Right now you're at a disadvantage. Everyone else knows. Fleur, Harry, Krum," Aria nodded, crossed her arms, but didn't object. "Dragons," Cedric said. "We have to battle dragons,"
Aria nodded, keeping up her calm facade, but inside she was a turmoil of fear and anger. Was this some sort of a cruel joke? Instead of Drakons, Dragons. Oh, haha. I mean, it's not like she almost lost her sanity to those beasts or anything. Cedric then opened the door, and the two hurried to class.
Harry snuck down to the common room at 1 AM in the morning, where he was supposed kto meet Sirius. The only sound was coming from Percy,who was passed out in one of the chairs and snoring. This didn't worry Harry, though. The guy slept like a rock. He looked around, wondering where his godfather was.
"Harry!" An urgent voice came from the flames of a fire. The boy in question turned, to see his Sirius' face had appeared in the fireplace. "Sirius!" Harry said, kneeling down in front of the fire. Sirius shushed him and said, "Is there anyone else here?" Harry nodded, "Just one of the Americans, Percy. But don't worry. The guy doesn't wake up unless you threaten to take away his food," Soirius looked at him, "Are you serious?" He asked. (Alternate response, "No, I'm Harry,")
In response Harry stood up and began to vigorously shake the boy in the seat in front of the chair. Sirius stared as Percy rolled onto the floor and didn't so much as grunt. Harry brushed off his hands, and came back over to his space in front of Sirius. "But enough of this display of American resilience," he said, "What did you want to meet about?" Sirius' reply triggered a long discussion that lasted almost until dawn. It was ended with a phrase that haunted Harry for the rest of the day.
"Keep your friend's close, Harry."
The day passed relatively uneventfully, except for the fact that Malfoy was turned into a ferret and Moody gave him some hints as to what he could do in the first task. By that night, Harry had nearly mastered the Accil charm, and was ready to face his dragon.
Dun dun dun! Yes guys, nine chapters and the Tournament will begin! I hope you don't mind that I kind of skipped through Harry's conversations with Sirius, and Moody, but I have like ten minutes to get this posted. Please R&R, and tell me what you think of my incredible procrastination skills. How I manage to get through school is beyond me. And, look at me! I figured out how to do that line thing! Yay!
I will see all of you wonderful Demigod-Wizards next week!
-Peanut
