Sirius couldn't help the slight ping of jealously as he watched his Brother talk softly, so no one could hear, with his son.

A part of him wanted nothing more then to shout 'Here I am!' at the top of his lungs, pull the two into a bear hug and never let go, but another- larger- part of him was too terrified to do so. He could just hear Ian accusations and his son's utter distaste for a father that had been alive all these years but had never once been there.

If he was lucky Ian would only hit him instead of outright shooting him, like his Brother had done their Father the moment he had decided to resurface after pulling that 'Faked My Death' stunt when they were teens- luckily it was only a flesh wound.

He wasn't sure he could face Ian, let alone Alex. Especially if they were together.

If he was honest to himself he had abandoned them:

Alex onto Ian and Ian to MI6.

Sure he died in the bombing but he came back and not once did he send a sign of any sort that he was alive to either of them.

He couldn't face them, not knowing that for a time he had abandoned and then forced himself to forgot about them -sure they crossed his mind but he had always brushed them into the furthest reaches before choosing to lock them away there with his Occlumency- until Ian, his little brother had appeared in the Great Hall bleeding to death.

He dared not face them as John 'Hunter' Rider, so he chose to weasel his way into their lives as Sirius Orion Black. Sirius had done no wrong, he hadn't made or broken his promise. Nor had he abandoned his brother or son to the lacking mercies of MI6 and that bastard Blunt. Sirius was just a friend that would work his way into being their family.

And if he had his way they would never know who he had once been.

Ian frowned as he watched the student messenger Dumbledore sent for him, quickly rush out of the library to escape the scowling librarian.

Weighing of the Wands?

Like hell he would fall for such a blatant lie. Standing, the Spy gathered his book and headed for his room. Making sure to grab Alex and Jack on his way up- just in case Dumbledore tried to ask either of them to attend for him.

Dragons.

Ian couln't help but stare in utter disbelief as the animated statute he was currently holding tried to obviate his fingers. Glancing from the corner of his eye, the spy took note of how two of the other chapmtions- Delacour and Krun...right?-looked rather clam for just being told they were going to have to fight against a mothering Dragon to steal one of her eggs.

The thrid- Diggory- looked as though he was about to faint. Not that Ian could really blame the Hufflepuff- what type of idiots allowed a child to fight a Dragon for their entertainment?

Apparently Wizards, Ian couldn't help but think to himself as he heard them call out Diggory's name, who was trying and quite bluntly failing to calm his nerves. Placing a hand on the other's shoulder, Ian lowered his voice so only the Hufflepuff could hear.

"Wave your stick exuberantly. I'll do the rest but just be ready to avoid flailing limbs."

Not giving the other a chance to argue as he pushed the other out of the tent, Ian slipped out though the side himself and slipped into the branches of a near by tree. Sure this was probably cheating but it was painfully obvious that the other two Champions had cheated due to their previous lack or unbelievable reactions. He was only really evening the field.

Reaching into his pocket, Ian removed the Silencer and stranded issued gun MI6 assigned him. Taking aim, Ian waited for his signal.

He didn't have to wait long for his signal as Cedric gave a exaggerated wave of his stick and several snickers and shout about it not even being a real wand moment came from the green side of the stands. Quickly the Spy pulled the trigger twice before shuffling his way down the tree, even as the dragon hit the ground with an earth shaken bellow of pain, flailing its limbs around like a toddler throwing a fit.

No matter what species or how much armor you wore there was always one major weakness:

The eye which in turn lead to a direct passage to the brain.

Undoing the silencer, Ian pocketed both sides of his weapon, ensuring to place the gun into the inner pocket of his suit's jacket before slipping back into the tent.

"With an Unknown Spell, Cedric Diggory's has blinded the Dragon and retrieved the Golden Egg!"

Just in time too, judging from the announcement.

Making his way to the tents flap Ian peeked out just in time to see the score:

Madame Olympe Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons: 7.5

High Master Professor Igor Karkaroff of Durmstrang, former Death Eater if rum ours were to be believed: 5. Could the man be anymore blunt about his favoritism?

Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore: 10. He would need to have a word with Diggory to warn him in advance about the man's questionable intentions.

The spy still wasn't buying that 'misunderstanding' excuse not with the way the Headmaster's eyes kept twinkling every time they crossed path, which was why he warned Alex and Jack about the man.

Ian honestly didn't have a clue about who the last person was, a red hair who was probably filling in for the Ministry-he make a mental note to look into it during his free time: 8.

A total of 30.5. It wasn't that bad, a medium of sorts. Considering what his plan was Ian righteously deserved less and would probably in last place.

As Diggory entered tent Ludo bagman's voice called out their next sacrifice- sorry Champion: Fleur Delacour.

Quietly, the spy observed Delacour leave the tent with a slight bounce to her step. They would see on wither or not her confidence lasted once she was on the field and how well she could preform.

Ian could honestly say that: No, Delacour's confidence did not last- though she did have a good plan: enchanting the dragon to sleep- Especially when the dragon's snort caught her skirt on fire and ended up burning her left leg and hip.

Despite the burn she still managed to score better then Cedric as Favoritism once again showed itself.

Maxime: 10

Karkaroff: 7.5

Dumbledore: 5

The red head with a holier then thou attitude: 9

A total of 31.5. It was annoying really. She got burned yet she got the higher score, though Diggory wasn't even touched by the dragon, it was almost like they were rewarding her for being hurt.

Viktor Krum's try wasn't as thought out as hoped it would be. Blinding the Dragon, while smart wasn't actually the best idea unless you were sure it was going to fall as well. Still despite the crushed eggs. Krum was holding fist place tightly with a firm lead of 35.5.

Maxime: 8.5

Karkaroff: 10

Dumbledore: 8.5

The red head: 8.5

He would have to warn Krum about Dumbledore as well. Though it appeared Dumbledore was only interested in the male population, if scores were anything to go by. Note to Self: Stay with Alex at all cost.

"And now, the Fourth Hogwarts Champion: Harry Potter!"

God Damn it, how many times must he inform people that his name was Ian Rider!? Sure the soul was the same but it been firmly recycled.

Why did he even put up with the constant error?

Ian pondering to himself as the steady cheers of the crowd began to fade into confused whispers about their fourth champion. And how did one have four Champions in a Triwizard Tournament? He was quite certain Tri meant Three.

Must be something in the Genetics. All that inbreeding he read about was affecting these poor backwards people. Shame you couldn't literally knock sense into people, the spy shook his head in disappointment. Hitting them would probably scramble what little brains they did have.

"-Ian Rider!"

Blinking as he was drawn from his thoughts by the voice of the Deputy Headmistress, Ian rolled his shoulders before heading for the tent's opening.

The noise was going to give him a headache and was defiantly riling up his dragon. Mental signing, Ian drew his stick and waited for the starting shot.

Nothing Fancy. Nothing showing. Just stick to the plan. Grab and go.

BOOM!

The cannon went off causing his ears to ring.

"Accio Golden Egg."

Catching the eggs when it flew to him, Ian turned on heel and headed back into the tent. Enjoying the silence that had suddenly befallen the crowd.

"That's it?"

A squeaky male voice finally asked in disbelief before the tent swallowed him and the Demonic Nurse descended upon him.

"What was that Mr. Potter?"

God give him patients.

"First of all My name is Ian Rider or Mr. Rider to you. Not Potter. Secondly I retrieved the Golden Egg like assigned. There was nothing in the Rules that said I had to put in an effort, let alone risk Life and Limb for it. You're lucky I decided to even bother retrieving it as I could have rightfully left the field the moment I entered it. "

Turning that many shades could not be healthy. Ian decided as he watched Bagman's face turn pink, red, blue before settling on purple with small red and blue veins along it.

"You should probably go see a Doctor about your Blood Pressure," Ian advised before focusing on the judges and- more importantly- their scores.

Maxime: 8

Karkaroff: 3

Dumbledore: 10

The red head:9.5

30.5 wasn't so bad but much higher then Ian suspected he would get. It was a bit saddening when the only person judging you without favoritism was Karkaroff. As for the excuse of 'Judging him on his Tactical Play', Ian was still calling it what it was:

Bull Shit.

"You know what I don't understand?"

Ian glanced up at Alex and Jack, both watching him with amusement in their eyes as he tried to properly weight the golden egg.

"Why did you get the egg before leaving?"

Seriously? They hadn't figured it out?

"Its a golden egg."

"And?" Jack asked with mild confusion to her voice. Sighing Ian straightened and looked her into the eye.

"Alex. Jack. Its a Golden Egg, meaning its made of gold."

For a moment the two just stared blankly at him before large smile spit their faces in half.

"Once I figure out how much is here I plan to have it melted down and then sold off."

"We went Ten percent. Each."

"Deal."

What? He was a Spy not a Saint.