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Hagrid had been hesitant of giving him information, however by making the man drunk enough he had managed to get him to spill the contents of the first task. He couldn't get a lot on the second task, just that the egg was a clue. Ah yes, the egg. The same egg that would be guarded by a highly dangerous nesting mother dragon. Whoever thought that making children face a nesting dragons is going to be sorry they ever thought up the idea? The second challenge remained a mystery until he got the egg, that ticked him off quite a bit, not knowing what he would need or do to survive and win the task. Knowing that dragons was the first task there would be fire, and lots of it. If that was so, the task after that would be water or another element.
That's not to say the people in charge of this Tri-Wizard tournament weren't going to suffer. Oh no, he already had revenge planned for the headmasters/headmistress, and the competition staff as well. An evil gleam entered his eyes at the thought of revenge against those fools who think it's okay to put him in life or death situations.
Throughout Hogwarts many people shuddered, especially two headmasters and one headmistress, one of said three choked on a yellow muggle sweet.
Of course Harry hadn't yet forgotten about his friends, he was ready to tell them the truth of the situation. Problem was it was highly unlikely that many of them would believe him, the only ones he knew wouldn't turn their back on him were Luna and maybe Neville. Still even without his original two best friends backing him like in the past he would win this tournament even though he didn't enter himself. He noticed since meeting Ron is that he was ruled by fame, jealousy and rage. Hermione was his friend because they saved her in first year. And she's never really had a true friend till now so she clung to them like a life line not wanting to be classed as a loner again.
Harry stuck his head up high when he entered his common room, immediately all eyes zoned in on him then chaos reigned through the house. Questions after questions, harry ignored them in favour of continuing on his way to his dorm room, these idiots were beginning to annoy him. He paused in his thoughts, since when did he refer to anyone other than his relatives and Malfoy as idiots. Sighing again he reached his room, only Neville and Ron were in there, the latter's face quickly turning an angry tomato red, said red head turned to his bed and dove under the quilt like an immature child, silence reigning the room.
"So is that it. The silent treatment. How pathetic. And for your information you should know I didn't enter myself, I'm not an idiot like that." Harry snarled at his 'friend's' stupidity, facing his dorm room corner and summoned all his stuff, shrinking it till all of it fit in his chest, which he then shrunk to fit in his robe pocket and stormed out of the room. The occupants in the common room not daring to stop the angry teen turned baby.
Harry swore on his life he's walked up this particular corridor a few times already. He was tired, all he wanted to do was to go to bed after today events, he just needed a decent room with food and a shower he could reach the taps in. growling he spun to go another direction, only to pause. Was that door always there? Looking at the door he reached for the handle (at his height no less.) and looked inside. To his amazement it was a room laid out like a flat was. Doors leading off from the main lounge room connected with a small kitchenette, he could see the labels on the doors saying 'bathroom' and 'bedroom'. What was the best thing though, was that everything was adjusted to his size. Not knowing who had done this he mentally gave a thanks to them, feeling a slight pulse of warmth he shivered. Weird.
Making his way to his 'bedroom' he decided to settle his stuff before going to the 'bathroom'. The bed room was nice, plain with just white and black as the colour base, the only outstanding thing being the sky charmed ceiling which was a nice touch. Summoning his clothes to the wardrobe and chest of draws he quickly grabbed his pyjamas, the castle usually supplied towels and bathroom necessities. To his joy his earlier wish of showers suited to his size had been granted and now he could have a normal shower where he didn't need to use magic to turn the water on.
The next two weeks had been nothing but being mocked, avoided and generally hated by the student populace, he ignored it in favour of research and training. After all why waste time on being swallowed by teenage angst when you could be doing something more proactive; like figuring out how not to die via dragon.
It was also during this time that he was keeping an eye on the DADA teacher; Professor Moody. The man was a good teacher, almost as good as Lupin had been. But when he had turned Malfoy in a ferret the action felt more like a personal vendetta then to defend him. Most likely something against Malfoy senior. The other thing was when the man had taken him aside to his office, the man had a crazed glint in his eye instead of the paranoid one he was known for. What was also odd was the habit the man had of licking the corner of his mouth and the flask on his hip, and the vast amount of full potion bottles in his cabinet. From what he saw in the Leakey cauldron the man didn't have a habit other than paranoid muttering which this man did none off. Suspicious and needed more looking into.
Before anyone knew it the first task had arrived and people where bouncing off the walls. He showed up early to the tent considering everyone else was either being praised, wished well, good lucks or were fretting over the event. Most likely they wouldn't be surprised since they were all told by their headmasters and not via spiking a half giant, he knew they knew due to a certain house elf who worshiped him, he did not fill guilty about abusing the power of his name.
'You're early, keen to lose little potter' the half vela sneered as she entered the champions tent, glancing over his shoulder to look at her, eyebrow raised.
'No, just waiting to admire the beauty of the Beauxbatons champion up close without others to block the sight.' Harry watch with amusement as the blond let out a shrill huff of annoyance before sitting silently on the provided seating.
The next to arrive was the ever stone faced seeker from Durmstrang, Viktor Krum. He silently nodded at them before seating himself and grabbing the provided refreshments, the last champion came in barely before the task started, looking harried from all the attention provided by Hogwarts champion supporters. Then another entered. Bagman, he recalls, the commentator for the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
-Omake-
Revenge on the headmasters pt1- Madame Olympe Maxim
Madame Olympe Maxim had been having a terrible day. Starting from the moment she awoke and had gone for a relaxing shower to wake herself up fully, only to find all her creams and pampering set changed from floral glory to men's shower gel and soap. She had only found one thing that came close to feminine which was chocolate scented shower gel called lynx (such an odd name she thought) but after using them she found them rigged with hair and skin colour changing potions. She now looked like a rainbow vomited on her and all her clothes clashed with the multi-coloured skin.
Using charms to cover the mess on her being she made her way to the grand hall where no doubt everyone was, including the headmaster of this school. The fool couldn't even keep the students in line properly like she had with her ladies. However just as she entered the teachers entrance to the hall she felt water saturate her and all her charms disappeared, not to mention the smell hit her like a Pegasus kick to the nose 'merlin, it smells like fish guts' . Looking in horror at all of the faces of the hall occupants she felt faint, suddenly all the occupants look away from humiliated headmistress to the main doors where thundering could be heard, much like a stampede of elephants.
The sound stopped.
All teachers had gotten up and headmaster Dumbledore stood fully from his chair, eyes filled with confusion. Then the doors flew open revealing a brown cat that usually followed the caretaker around and a ginger cat which looked part kneazle. 'Crookshanks!' A faint confused female voice called in the silence. Suddenly the two walk forwards, cats appearing behind them from seemingly nowhere and following the two, the two that had now broke in to sprints in the direction of the distressed Madame Olympe Maxim who stood completely still in fear. A voice brought her out of it "Run bitch run!"
However it was too late, barely able to draw her wand the stampede of demon's were upon her, and the giant woman was quickly swallowed up by the mass. The people of the hall could only stare with wide eyes at the missing woman. One student though sat drinking his latte calmly, the beverage hiding the smirk littering his face.
