Chapter 11 - SON OF A...

Harry POV

Dumbledore had responded rather quickly to my letter that I sent this morning as I stated that it was incredibly urgent. I had not exaggerated in the slightest about my discovery. Dumbledore had promised that he would talk to me after this evening when the goblet had chosen the three champions for the Tri-wizard Tournament. I was currently meditating in the Room of Requirement, doing my routine practice for wandless magic. I sat cross-legged and lifted myself in the air whilst lifting multiple heavy objects around me as well. I slowly rotated the objects as well as slowly began to move them in circles around me so that they orbited where I was floating.

Sigh... I wish Daphne was here... she was off with Poppy...

It seems that Daphne's outstanding performance had Poppy up their schedule. Instead of just meeting on Wednesdays and Sunday, Daphne now met her for five days straight in the evening. She met Poppy from Sunday to Thursday. Daphne was excited as Poppy had begun a lot of the more advanced healing knowledge and began touching on being a mind healer.

Daphne had managed to skip the mundane process of just practicing simple healing spells and got straight to the 'good stuff'. She was a lot happier to be practicing more counter curses and learning about the mind healing process.

"Good... now Harry, don't drop your concentration... I know you been having some lewd thoughts of your girlfriend recently..." said Godric.

I dropped everything around me, including myself. I hit the floor hard.

I AM NOT!

Godric then laughed out loudly in my head.

"Haha, teenagers... I still remembered back in the day... ah, those days of being a youth..."

I scrunched up my eyebrows and decided to ignore Godric. I was just about done with my wandless magic exercise. I quickly moved onto practicing my water spell. I almost could get the spell to work consistently... now... I just needed a name for the spell.

Hmmm... fiendfyre has a nice ring to it... I better name it something good... maybe both letters of the spell could start with the same letter like the "f's" in fiendfyre...

I pondered for a moment longer before I thought of a perfect name.

I know! I could call this spell waterwarp, as the spell is about manipulating water.

"A good choice for a name Harry! Makes me wonder what you will name you and Daphne's kids one day-"

OI!

I was finishing up the final touches of the spell. I had managed to get it to work perfectly. I looked up at the clock and realized it was thirty minutes until the time to witness the champion selection. I quickly left for my dorm to shower and change into a fresh pair of robes before going. As I was, what Daphne would always call me, 'A sweaty mess'.

I didn't have a chance to meet Daphne before going into the hall as I was just on time. Everyone was already seated. I quickly walked over to where Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table and seated myself next to her.

"The champion selection!"

Dumbledore's words quickly cut all conversations in the hall as everyone focused on him. Dumbledore waved his hand dramatically and dimmed the great hall's lights so that the Goblet of Fire would be the only prominent light source in the hall. It gave a chilling serious vibe to the champion selection. He then walked up to the Goblet of Fire and rest both hands onto the round edges of the Goblet. His fingers were just barely an inch or so away from the flames in the Goblet. Dumbledore then slowly pulled away with his left hand still raised.

The moment Dumbledore dropped his left hand, the flames of the Goblet turned red, and some sort of violent reaction within the flame was taking place. The students ooed and ahhed as the Goblet changed color and the flames became rampant.

The fire then reached its peak, and a burst of flame erupted and a parchment was shot out of the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore, with reflexes that befitted his age, he swiftly raised his right arm and precisely caught the piece of parchment. He twirled the parchment around before raising his head, eyes twinkling slightly.

"The Durmstrang Champion is... Viktor Krum!"

The Durmstrang students exploded in applause, led by Karkaroff himself. Krum, however, didn't seem that excited. His expression didn't look like a real smile. He didn't seem that have the happiness like how he caught the snitch the at world cup.

Obviously, before he realized that he lost when he caught the snitch...

Krum walked up to Dumbledore and shook his hand and walked off to a secluded room behind the great hall. Dumbledore turned his attention back on the Goblet as the flames began to curl and twist again. Another burst of flame erupted and Dumbledore quickly caught the parchment that shot out.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons... is Fleur Delacour!"

Out of the flock of Beauxbatons students that were seated at the Ravenclaw table, a graceful blonde slim figure rose up. She was smiling brightly as she approached Dumbledore. The entire Beauxbatons contingent cheering madly for her.

At least she is excited... unlike Krum... wait... Ah... so that was the person that sat near us in the world cup! She must be a veela! No wonder why all the guys just turned into a drooling lampost as she walked towards Dumbledore.

She shook hands with Dumbledore before walking to the same door that Krum disappeared behind. The crowd was still cheering when the fire quickly spat out the next piece of parchment.

Would Dumbledore miss this one? He was still turned around after shaking hands with the Beauxbatons Champion...

The answer was no. Dumbledore quickly turned around and swiped his hand up and caught the parchment that tried to one-up him. He unfolded the piece of parchment before announcing the final champion.

"The Hogwarts Champion... Cedric Diggory!"

The Hufflepuff table exploded into cheers and the sound of mad clapping echoed throughout the hall. Cedric Diggory rose up from the Hufflepuff table, smiling madley, and walked to Dumbledore. Soon after he shook hands with Dumbledore and disappeared behind the door. Dumbledore turned around and extended his arm.

"EXCELLENT! We now have our three champions... but in the end... only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions... this vessel of victory..."

Dumbledore quickly turned around and point his right hand at the cloth that covered an object on his table at the Headmaster seat in the great hall.

"... The Tri-wizard Cup!"

The cloth flew off and revealed a silver cup with blue glowing light coming from the inside. The hall burst into applause and everyone began discussing who would win. I then noticed, along with Dumbledore and Snape, that the Goblet of Fire was still red for some reason. The flames seem to violently turn as they cycled around the Goblet in a circle before spitting out... a fourth piece of parchment?

What? This is the Tri-wizard Tournament... not the Quad-wizard Tournament!

Everyone in the hall fell silent as they watched this unusual event. Despite being shocked, Dumbledore still managed to catch the piece of parchment. Dumbledore then unfolded the parchment and his eyes buldged slightly.

He looked like he almost dropped the parchment! What could have shocked Dumbledore that... oh fuck! You have got to be fucking kidding me...

I knew what name Dumbledore was about to say.

Just one year... one god damn year! Why?! That must be what Barty Crouch was doing... I am going to rip his head off for entering me into this godforsaken competition...

Dumbledore breathlessly let out "Harry Potter..."

I rose up, without having to be told twice. I ignored the stares of the students in the hall, a few even yelled out cheater as I walked to Dumbledore. Dumbledore and I exchanged a glance, and he seemed to understand what I wanted to say, but couldn't in front of this crowd. I then walked off towards the same door the other champions disappeared behind. Mcgongall looked absolutely mortified, as did some of the other professors.

Ha! I can always count on good ol snape to be disgusted... nobody could ever impersonate that sheer hatred and loathing of me...

I didn't need to even look twice at Moody to know what he was thinking. Although he had a stoic face on the outside, I saw the slight twitches in his jaw that threatened to form a smile.

This fucker was totally responsible... I haven't figured out why he did this yet... or how Barty Crouch is related to him as I saw him polyjuice as Karkaroff... but I know this cunt is related... son of a-

Doran's Ring -

Hi everyone! I am back, and trying to get out chapters! I know some of you have been asking about Maurader's Map, and don't worry, I didn't forget! I just didn't want Harry to figure it out until he got entered into the tournament. So much of his fourth year resided around the tournament that if he figured out that quickly, he would have avoided being entered into the Tri-wizard Tournament. I will be putting a bit of a spin on the story and events as usual :P! Thank you everyone for your reviews and support!