I don't own Harry Potter
Chapter 9
Maybe fighting the men the way he did in front of the student body and staff wasn't one of his more brilliant plans. There was no way he could possibly lay low with a performance like the one he had given the day before. Not that he really could in the first place as a fourteen year old professor to a school that teaches the Dark Arts. Added to the fact that he was the only one to have survived the Killing Curse, there was no way that he would ever be able to go by the name Harry Potter and expect to be able to stay under the radar.
A smirk curled his lips at the memory of the fight in the Great Hall. The look on the Headmaster's face had been priceless. No one except for the students at Durmstrang had known that he could fight to that caliber. It had been fun and perfect timing. With the break in at the castle, there wasn't a huge investigation into the death of Igor, because the British assumed that his death was caused by the men (and woman) that had tried to kill the Dark Arts professor. Not to say that there wasn't a huge investigation. It just wasn't centered on the death of the Durmstrang Headmaster.
After his glorious defeat of his attackers, he had been publicly thanked by Minister Fudge for protecting the students from all three schools. With all the publicity that his actions got him, it wasn't difficult for him to pull a few strings and become the temporary Headmaster of Durmstrang, until one was elected for the start of next school year. It really was perfect. As the Headmaster of Durmstrang he would become a judge in the Triwizard Tournament.
Being a judge was not something he had planned to become, but it gave him something to do to pass the time. Of course he wanted Viktor to win the cup; he wasn't going to be competent like Karkaroff, though, and show blatant favoritism.
Right now he was sitting next to a very suspicious Professor Moody. The man's magical eye was looking sideways at him through the side of his head. Harry was doing his best to keep all emotion from his face, but amusement curled the corner of his lips. The man was simply too much. Of course he believed in being suspicious of strangers and all those around you, but the man was just so conspicuous.
Suddenly a memory flooded his mind.
-Memories-
A young Tom Riddle sat silently, surrounded by his group of admirers. But his attention was not on the gossip that Bellatrix was spreading, it was on the suspicious eyes of the Transfiguration Professor. Albus Dumbledore wasn't even attempting to hide his suspicion. The man's eyes had been on him since the Chamber had been opened.
He knew that if he was to keep from getting caught by the Deputy Headmaster that he would have to erase all evidence that it was him who was causing the attacks.
-End Memories-
Harry Potter carefully laid down his soup spoon, and stood gracefully, moving out of the Great Hall with silent steps. Even more eyes than usual watched as he glided out the staff door.
Albus Dumbledore sat behind his desk with his hands entwined together, watching as Alastor Moody paced back and forth, venom filled accusations being spewed from his lips. The man had become obsessed with Harry Potter overnight, and seemed to have gotten it stuck in his mind that the Dark Arts Professor was responsible for the death of Igor Karkaroff.
"-and the boy is so full of bull shit! He undermines his superiors more than I have ever seen from a teenager, and you know teenagers Albus. They are always getting under adults' fingernails. If I could just-"
The Headmaster of the school had finally had enough, and with a surprising show of anger, he slapped his desk, making the ex-Auror turn quickly and whip out his wand, and Fawkes the phoenix to flap his red and gold wings in displeasure.
"That is enough Alastor! The boy has given you no proof for your allegations against him. There is no evidence that he was responsible for the death of his own Headmaster. While yes, the boy has an authority problem, he himself is a figure of authority at Durmstrang." The old wizard was looking sternly over his half moon spectacles at his old friend.
The portraits of old Headmasters and Headmistresses watched the exchange with different levels of interest. One still snored soundly in his portrait, while several others were poking their heads into his frame, for he was closer and it was easier to hear, even with their ear trumpets. Phineas Nigellus was busy yelling abuse to the air, no one listening to his prejudice ramblings.
"Just keep an eye on the boy," Dumbledore went onto say. "I want to know his every move. Find out which side of the war he's on."
Professor Potter looked up from the large tome he was reading, his students were quietly working on a test he set for them. He knew that every single student would pass the test. For he had made it clear from the beginning that failure wasn't an option in his classroom.
Today was the Weighing of the Wand ceremony, and he was glad that he did not have a class at the time for he didn't want another professor to cover for him. His class and curriculum was only for Durmstrang students. His teachings were Dark and dangerous, and that was the reason he taught at a Dark school. Though really he did not have to teach, he just wanted the excuse to be in Hogwarts.
The Horcrux was here.
In a place so close to the leader of the Light, it was dangerous for an object as important as the shard of soul. Harry wanted to go straight to the room of Requirement and snatch it up. The Tom Riddle side of him was aching for more action, and to become part of Lord Voldemort once more. He wanted to rule the world, either with his old self at his side or alone, and it didn't matter either way. He just wasn't going to be overshadowed by another Dark wizard.
Darkness was gathering in the Wizarding world once more, and he was going to in the center of it.
Viktor Krum sat unhappily in a chair with the other two Champions on either side of him. There were so many other, more interesting things, he could be doing with his time than have an old man tell him things he already knew about his wand.
Really he couldn't help but be bored, and it wasn't like the company was any good. Cedric Diggory sat nervously in his chair, fiddling around and switching positions so many times that the old rickety chair he sat in was driving him mad with the squeaking that it produced. While Fleur Delacour sat too still with her chin pointed to the ceiling, her hands clasped on her crossed knees.
An inaudible sigh escaped his lips as he waited for the reporter and some fat guy that talks too much to quiet down. Mr. Bagman seemed to have quite the big head as he rambled about his, in Krum's opinion, unsuccessful Quidditch career. Irritation clear on his face the famous Seeker let his eyes wander to the judges' table. Professor Potter sat silently next to Madame Maxime. Mr. Crouch sat stiffly on her other side, his cane resting against the table.
Finally, it seemed as though Dumbledore had had enough of the chit chat, and cleared his throat, making the pair snap their heads in his direction. "May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?" he said, taking his place at the judges' table and talking to the champions. "He will be checking your wand to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament."
He turned his head to look at the old British wand maker. He knew the man worked in Diagon Alley, but he wasn't the wand maker that crafted his wand. His wand had been made by a man named Gregorovitch, a man renowned in his ability to craft wonderful wands in Bulgaria.
"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" said Mr. Ollivander, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room.
Fleur Delacour swept over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand
"Hmm . . ." he said.
He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it close to his eyes and examined it carefully. Viktor Krum tuned out what the man went on to say. He did not care what the old man had to say about the veela's wand. If he missed anything important Professor Potter would bring it to his attention.
Soon Fleur's wand was adequately judged and Cedric took his turn. His eyes continued to wander the room, until he heard his name mentioned by Ollivander.
"Mr. Krum, if you please."
He got to his feet and slouched, round-shouldered and duck-footed, toward Mr. Ollivander. He thrust his wand into the wand maker's wrinkly hands, shoving his hands into his pockets with a scowl on his face.
"Hmm," said Mr. Ollivander, "this is a Gregorovitch creation, unless I'm much mistaken? A fine wand maker, though the styling is never quite what I . . . however . . ."
The old wizard lifted the wand and examined it minutely, turning it over and over before his eyes.
"Yes . . . hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" the man looked at Krum and he nodded. "Rather thicker than one usually sees . . . quite rigid . . . ten and a quarter inches . . . Avis!"
His hornbeam wand let off a blast like a gun, and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end and through the open window into the watery sunlight.
Viktor shifted impatiently, his scowl becoming deeper as the old man handled his wand.
"Very good," Mr. Ollivander complimented before handing the wand back gently.
Turning around the Durmstrang champion spotted the temporary Headmaster of his school on his feet, moving swiftly towards him. Rita Skeeter was trying to catch up for an interview, which Krum knew she wouldn't get anytime soon. Miss Skeeter would never have been able to publish the bull she made up about the other people she writes about. Professor Potter would never stand for anything degrading and untruthful published about himself or his students.
"Mr. Pot-" they were out the door before she could finish her sentence and the door banged shut behind them.
Sorry for the long wait I was camping then at my father's house. Anyway I am running short on ideas and I'm thinking of getting a beta, but I have no idea how that whole thing would work as this is my second story and I have never had a beta.
If anyone has any ideas with where this story should go I would love to hear them. :)
Also should Harry be really dark by Voldemort's side or should he overpower him and steal his thrown. Just a few of my ideas I have been mulling over the last few days.
