I do not own Bleach or Harry Potter the both belong respectively to Tite Kubo and J.K. Rowling


Harry just sat there stunned beyond belief, partially aware that all the eyes of the great hall were on him. There was no applause only a slowly building angry buzz. Prof. McGonagall practically leapt to her feet, passing Bagman and Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Dumbledore, who was frowning slightly.

Harry turned to his friends, ignoring the stares of their fellow Gryffindors.

"I didn't put my name in" Harry said blankly. "You know I didn't."

Ron and Hermione just stared blankly back at him, Ginny was the first to find her voice.

"I know you didn't" she assured him, while kicking Hermione and Ron from under the table.

"Yeah of course you didn't" said Hermione, glaring at the Weasley girl for the kick.

Ron took a little longer to finish processing things but before he could say anything, Dumbledore having finished speaking with McGonagall called out.

"Harry Potter!" he announced. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

Harry glared defiantly at the old man, suspecting that he had something to do with his placement in the tournament. He was about to refuse when suddenly he felt Hermione's hand on his back, nudging him forward.

"Go on" Hermione whispered. "Don't make a scene about it."

While he didn't like it, Harry had to admit she was right; he didn't want to have his personal issues with Dumbledore made public. There would be too many awkward questions. So reluctantly he got up and moved into the next chamber.


"What is it?" Fleur Delacour asked, as Harry entered the chamber. "Do they want us back in the hall?"

Apparently she thought he had come to deliver a message. Harry wasn't sure how to explain what was happening, he just stood there, looking at the three champions. The sound of scurrying feet from behind him, alerted Harry to the arrival of Ludo Bagman, who frantically took the boy's hand and led him forward.

"Extraordinary!" Bagman muttered, squeezing Harry's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen…lady. May I introduce-incredible though it may seem-the fourth Triwizard champion"

Viktor Krum straightened up, his face darkened as he studied Harry. Cedric kept looking from Bagman to Harry and back again as though sure he must've misheard. Fleur Delacour, just tossed her hair, smiled, and said "Oh, very funny joke Mr. Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Harry Potter's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

"But evidently there has been a mistake" she said contemptuously. "He cannot compete. He is too young."

"Well….it is amazing. But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name came out of the goblet…I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage. It's in the rules, Harry will just have to the best he…"

The chamber door opened again and entered: Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Mr. Crouch, Maxime, and Karkaroff.

"Madame Maxime!" said Fleur, marching over to her headmistress. "They are say that this little boy is to compete also!" she glanced at Harry, as if just realizing what she said, looking almost frightened of the boy's look of anger at her choice of words.

"What is the meaning of this, Dumbly-dorr?" Maxime demanded.

"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore" said Karkaroff. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions. Or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"

"Impossible. Hogwarts cannot have two champions. It is most injust" said the Beauxbatons Headmistress.

"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore" said Karkaroff, his eyes colder than ever. "Otherwise, we would've of course brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."

"It's no one's fault but Potter's" said Snape, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules. He has been crossing…."

"How about you just shut up!" Harry snapped, glaring at the potions professor. He was seriously tempted to personally feed the man to the nearest Hollow he could find.

"You arrogant little…."

"That's enough, Severus" Dumbledore said forcefully. "Harry did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No." The real question is: did you have anything to do with this?

Snape made a soft noise of impatient disbelief.

"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" the Hogwarts Headmaster asked, ignoring Snape.

"No" Harry said heatedly.

"Ah, but of course he is lying" Madame Maxime cried.

"He could not have crossed the Age Line" Prof. McGonagall said sharply. "I am sure we are all agreed on that…."

"Dumbly-dorr must've made a mistake with the line."

"It is possible, of course" Dumbledore said politely.

"Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you didn't make a mistake!" McGonagall snapped. "Really, what nonsense! Harry could not have crossed the line himself, and as Prof. Dumbledore believes that he did not persuade an older student to do it for him, I'm sure that should be enough for everybody else!"

She glared angrily at the vindictive Snape, daring him to make another snide remark.

"Mr. Crouch, Mr. Bagman you are our objective judges" said Karkaroff. "Surely you agree that this is most irregular?"

Bagman wiped his face with his handkerchief and looked to Crouch for an answer.

"We must follow the rules" Crouch said curtly. "and the rules clearly state that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament."

"Well, Barty knows the rule book by heart" said Bagman, beaming and turning back to the two foreign headmasters, as though the matter was closed.

"I didn't put my name in!" Harry snapped, capturing the room's attention. "If anyone should complain it's me. I don't want anything to do with it!"

"Well then you've got a real problem, don't you, Potter?" said Moody, just now entering the room. "Awfully convenient isn't it?"

"Convenient?" Karkaroff questioned. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody?"

It was obvious to Harry that despite trying to sound disdainful, as though what Moody was saying was barely worth acknowledging, Karkaroff was terrified of the retired Auror.

"Don't you?" Moody said quietly. "It's very simple Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that goblet knowing that he'd have to compete if it came out."

"Evidently, someone wished to give Hogwarts two bites at the apple" said Madame Maxime.

"I do not understand" said Fleur. "Why would someone else enter the boy? Why not themselves? It is an honor to be chosen. The honor for our schools! A thousand galleons in prize money! Many would die for this chance!"

"Maybe someone's hoping Potter dies for it" Moody growled.

The tension in the room grew at those words. Ludo Bagman, who was looking very anxious bounced nervously on his feet and said, "Moody, old man…what a thing to say!"

"We all know Prof. Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn't discovered six plot to murder him before lunch" Karkaroff said loudly. "Apparently he now teaches his students to fear assassinations too. An odd quality in a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore but I'm sure you had your reasons."

"Imagining things, am I?" Moody growled. "Seeing things, eh? It was a skilled witch or wizard who put Potter's name in that goblet…"

"What evidence is there of that?" said Maxime, throwing her hands up.

"Because they hoodwinked a very powerful magical object!" said Moody. "It would take an exceptionally strong Confundus Charm to fool that goblet into forgetting that only three schools compete in the tournament. I'm guessing they submitted Potter's name under a fourth school to make sure he was the only one in their categories."

"You seem to have given this a great deal of thought, Moody" Karkaroff said coldly.

"It's my job to think the way Dark Wizards do, Karkaroff, as you ought to remember."

"Alastor" Dumbledore said warningly.

Moody fell silent, satisfied by Karkaroff's now burning face.

"How this situation arose, we do not know" Dumbledore continued, now addressing the entire chamber. "It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry have been chosen to compete in the tournament…."

"What happens if I don't compete?" asked Harry. "I mean I didn't put my name in so I can't be bound to the contract. Right?"

"It's not that simple" said Mr. Crouch. "The Goblet of Fire only needs a champion's name in order to bind them. It doesn't matter if someone else was the one to enter them."

"As for breaking a magical contract" Dumbledore spoke up, taking over for Crouch. "it can have serious consequences. Including the loss of your magic or even your life."

While Harry was sure he could learn to live without magic again; he was far from ready to move permanently to the Soul Society. He didn't have a choice he'd have to compete.

Harry wasn't the only one unhappy about this as the two visiting headmasters glared at Dumbledore, Snape looked furious; Bagman however, looked rather excited.

"Well, shall we crack on then?" he said, rubbing his hands together, smiling around the room. "Time to give our champions their instructions. Barty, want to do the honors?"

"The first task is designed to test your daring" said Crouch, addressing Harry, Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor. "So we won't be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard.

The first task will take place on November 24th, in front of the other students and the judges. The champions are not permitted to ask or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tournament tasks. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempt from end of year exams."


After the explanation of the rules the champions were all free to return to their sleeping quarters. As they passed through the now empty great hall, Cedric decided to question Harry.

"So, how did you get your name in?" he asked.

Harry was about to once again deny placing his name in the goblet when he received some unexpected help.

"Did you not hear him before?" said Fleur, surprising the two Hogwarts students. "He said he did not enter himself in the tournament. Ne jamais remettre en question l'honneur d'un Dieu mort!"

Harry's eyes widened at the French girl's words. Cedric though just brought his hands up in a peaceful manner, stunned by the girl's angry tone and slip into her native language.

"Easy ok, I get it you believe him. You don't have to start yelling at me in French."

Cedric then took off on his own. While it did hurt that a stranger believed him and not a fellow Hogwarts student, Harry was too confused by the Hufflepuff's last statement.

French? But I heard English? This isn't like the Parseltongue thing is it?

"No it isn't" said Nakatsukasa, interrupting her master's frantic thoughts. "All living souls are capable of entering the Soul Society and yet there are no language barriers. As a Substitute Soul Reaper this includes you."

"Oh right" Harry said sheepishly, he hadn't ever actually thought anything of all the different people he'd met in the Soul Society speaking the same language as him. He supposed it'd make sense that the afterlife wouldn't be concerned with such things.

Turning his attention back to the outside world, Harry saw that Fleur Delacour was still standing there, as if barely a second had gone by.

"So you know what I am" it wasn't a question.

"Yes and I apologize for calling you a little boy. I admit my excitement for being chosen had gotten the better of me" said Fleur. "I meant no disrespect. Though I do not believe Madame Maxime has noticed you yet."

"So how did you?" Harry asked.

"I am Quarter-Veela, I can feel who or what is effected by my allure. You are resistant but it is there slightly."

"Ok, so why did you defend me?"

"I was not sure at first but you insisted you did not enter yourself. I do not know why or how it is you have such powers. But as I told that stubborn fool: Never question the honor of a Death God."

With that Fleur walked off to return to her school's carriage. Leaving Harry behind to wonder if anyone besides his friends would believe him.


Harry wasn't sure what he expected when he entered the Gryffindor common room but it certainly wasn't a party. The whole of Gryffindor had gathered in the room, all screaming, applauding, and whistling at his arrival.

"You should've told us you entered!" said Fred, looking half annoyed, half impressed.

"How'd you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" George cheered.

"I didn't!" Harry insisted but no one would listen.

Everyone was certain that Harry had despite showing absolutely no interest in the tournament had somehow outsmarted Dumbledore and entered himself. Eventually using the excuse of going to bed, Harry managed to escape the party and climb up to his room, as fast as possible.

Entering his room, Harry was surprised to find Hermione, Ginny, and Ron all sitting around his bed.

"You believe me, don't you?" Harry practically begged.

"You already know I do" said Ginny.

"Of course we believe you" said Hermione.

"Now we just got to figure out how to keep you from embarrassing yourself" said Ron.

"Hey!" Harry laughed.

So what if none of the Hogwarts students believed him. The fact that his friends did made Harry think just maybe he could fight his way through this thing.