Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and BioShock is owned by 2K and Irrational Games. I own nothing.
The two Potters were greeted with the sight of a massive high ceiling hall which, much to their shock, seemed to reflect the weather from outside. A goblet sat on a pedestal where an elderly man stood holding two pieces of paper. There were also four long tables that ran the length of the hall as well as another at the end that ran the width of the room.
And not to mention all aforementioned tables were filled with people wearing very strange robes. All of which turned their heads to look at the two as they entered the hall.
Both Harry and Rose stood still not sure how to proceed from here. Were they supposed to say something? Harry looked over to Rose who gave an ever so slight shrug of her shoulders confirming that she too had no clue.
Harry bit the inside of his lip in anxiety these people just kept staring at them. Before Harry could open his mouth to say something witty like "Hello," the old man that was standing near the goblet moved towards them at a speed that was quite impressive for a man his age. Once he directly in front of them he looked back and forth between, specifically their foreheads. He then handed them the two pieces of paper which had their names on it.
"These are you yes?" his tone was more of disbelief and shock than anything else.
"Yes," Harry told him.
"That's us."
"If you would be so kind as to head through there," he pointed to a door at the end of the hall near the table that was filled with adults. Harry and Rose began their walk towards the door all the while aware of the eyes that were following them.
After going through the door they walked down a short set of stairs to find themselves in a small room. The only other occupants were a beautiful blonde girl, a burly sullen looking boy, and a younger more handsome boy.
When the girl became aware of their additional presence she asked in a very heavy French accent, "What eez eet? Do ze want us back en ze hall?"
"Well-er, no," Rose answered.
"We don't really know what is-," Harry was cut off as the door they had entered in was thrown open to allow a crowd of people to flow inside.
The first was the elderly man they had seen before, he was followed by a woman in green robes, and a grisly looking man with an unsettling eye that moved every which way in his socket. After him was a boyish looking man and a man with a small moustache. Lastly came a man with a pointed goatee, and the tallest woman they have ever seen in their lives.
"Splendid!" the boyish man exclaimed. "Absolutely splendid!"
"I fail to see what eez so splendid Bagman," the tall woman said in a French accent similar to the blonde girl.
"As do I," the goatee man agreed. "Hogwarts now has three champions? I was not aware there had been a change in the rules."
"Excuse me," Rose said.
"The rules have not been changed," the moustache man said completely ignoring her. "I examined them myself they are the same as they have always been."
"Excuse me," Harry said.
"I demand two more champions be picked from our schools!" goatee man angrily exclaimed.
"I agree," the giant woman said. "Eet ez not fair to us."
"I know what you are trying to do Dumbledore," goatee man said to the elderly man know known as Dumbledore. "You rigged the competition! You know that you will need more than one student to beat Krum!"
"Excuse us!" Both Harry and Rose shouted to gain the bickering adults attention. It worked.
"Can someone please explain to us what exactly is going on?" Harry asked trying his best to understand the situation.
"Do not try and play dumb boy!" the goatee man snapped at him. "You and," he gestured to Rose, "whoever this is put your names in the Goblet of Fire to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Now you've just given Hogwarts the advantage!"
"We don't go to… Hogwarts," Rose said ignoring how ridiculous she must sound saying the name. "We didn't even get here until a few minutes ago when our names were called."
"Lies!" goatee man yelled.
"If they do not go to 'Ogwarts then where do they go?" the tall woman asked.
Both Harry and Rose held out the envelopes that the Luteces had given them. The old man, Dumbledore, reached out and took them. "Might I ask what these are?"
"They're… from our school," Harry said.
"Like I said we don't go to school here," Rose told them. "We really only just arrived a few minutes ago."
"Well whatever the case this is good news!" Bagman said bouncing slightly. "The Boy-Who-Lived is finally back!"
Boy-Who-Lived? Does he mean me? Harry internally asked. The Luteces could have been a bit more thorough in explaining all the details.
"He might be Harry Potter but what about the girl?" the man with the crazy eye asked. "Who is she exactly?"
"I'm Rose," she said. "His sister."
"You lie!" goatee man yelled at her. "The-Boy-Who-Lived has no sister!"
"Well what did the paper that had my name on it say?" Rose asked in a deathly tone. "If it said Rose Potter you have no right calling me a liar."
"I wasn't aware Lily and James had a daughter," the woman in green said.
"Neither did I Minerva," Dumbledore said to her. "Neither did I."
"Then it would seem that we have our five champions," the moustache man said in a tired tone.
"But they cannot compete!" the blonde girl exclaimed. "Zey are too young!"
"Be that as it may the goblet institutes a binding contract," the weird eyed man said. "They have no choice but to compete now."
"But still a fourth school?!" goatee man angrily asked. "And with two champions no less. We must all choose a second champion."
"I'm afraid we can't do that," Bagman said.
"And why eez that?" the tall woman asked sounding more than indignant.
"Well because the goblet has gone out until the next tournament," Bagman told her. "It's too late to do anything now. Do you have anything else to add Dumbledore?"
"Only that I will take a look at these envelopes and contact their school to let them know of what has transpired," Dumbledore told him.
The man with the goatee scoffed. "Write as many letters as you want Dumbledore, just know that I will be writing my own to the International Wizarding Committee to tell them of this insult to our schools. Come Victor let us retire to our ship." The sullen looking boy followed him out of the room, but not before taking a curious glance between Harry and Rose.
"We will retire for ze night as well," the tall woman said as she motioned for the blonde girl to follow her out. Soon the only people left in the room were the two Potters, Dumbledore, Minerva, and the second boy.
"You may return to your dormitory Mr. Diggory," Minerva told him. "I imagine they are eagerly awaiting your return."
"Right," he said. "Of course Professor McGonagall." With that he too left the room leaving the Potters with Dumbledore and McGonagall.
"What should we do with them Albus?" McGonagall asked. "I doubt they have a mode of transportation that will serve as shelter."
"Hogwarts can always make room for those who are in need of it," Dumbledore told her. "You two will be needing a place to stay I take it?" Harry and Rose nodded. "In that case I do believe there are a few empty rooms near the staff quarters. Perhaps there?"
"Yes I do suppose that could work," McGonagall agreed. "If you two would follow me I will show you the way." They followed McGonagall back up the stairs and into the hall which was now empty of students and teachers alike.
McGonagall led them out of the great hall and to the left where they were faced with moving staircases. They tried their best to hide their confusion as McGonagall led them to the second floor and to a painting of a group of knights.
"The squire approaches," McGonagall said to the painting which soon swung open to reveal a rather spacious room. "I do hope that this will be accommodating Mr. and… Miss. Potter," she said as she allowed them entry to the room. "Breakfast will be at seven tomorrow. You are more than welcome to attend."
Harry and Rose thanked McGonagall who then closed the picture on her way out. For some strange reason she kind of reminded Harry of Tenenbaum. She came off as having a strict but caring personality.
"Sooo," Harry trailed as they were left alone. "Looks like we're back to a place where nothing makes sense."
"Some things never change I guess," Rose said as she sat on one of the beds.
"Guess not," Harry sat on the other.
"So we're really doing this? Competing in a magical tournament when we know nothing about magic?"
"What choice did we have? We either do this or die."
"We could die in this tournament."
"I doubt they would have a tournament where students would die."
"If this place has a library we should probably head there. Find out what we can."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "In the morning."
"Yeah. The morning."
"Goodnight," Harry said.
"Night," Rose called back.
Elsewhere in the castle Dumbledore sat down in his office after having just put the memory from tonight in his Pensive. Tonight was definitely something to remember. Harry Potter had returned at last.
He regretted leaving him at the Dursley's when his instruments began to flash and holler at him letting him know something was wrong. As it turned out Vernon had had given the boy away. How could he have been so blind? He should have been checking in on the boy from time to time, making sure everything was going fine.
Dumbledore let out a sigh. Hindsight truly was twenty-twenty. But Harry's return did not come without more than a few questions. Where had he been all this time? And just who was the girl? She looked like him, only taller and without glasses. She even had the same scar on her forehead. Lily and James never had another child, at least they never told him about her. He knew Harry was the only one put at Privet Drive, so how did he meet his "sister?" Was it at his school. Speaking of which, Dumbledore pulled out the envelopes and read to who it was addressed.
To whom it may concern.
It concerned Dumbledore a great deal so he opened it.
Columbia Institute of Wonders
Headmaster: Zachary Hale Comstock
Deputy Headmaster: Jeremiah Fink
Professor of Defense: Booker DeWitt
Professor of Alteration: Elizabeth
Director(s) of Student Activity and Management: Robert & Rosalind Lutece
It is with the upmost importance that this letter be read by the headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry as it concerns two of our students Mr. and Miss. Potter.
Earlier this day both Mr. and Miss. Potter visited the school nurse about health problems they had been experiencing earlier on that previous night. Both described the same symptoms of an overwhelming stomach pain and splitting headache. Dorm mates reported hearing them mutter the name Hogwarts in their sleep, and when it was announced that your school would be hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament we were able to piece the puzzle together.
Both students have been enrolled by their relatives at a young age and dorm year round so it would be physically impossible for them to enter themselves in a tournament they know nothing about.
Our school is still fairly new compared to those in Magical Europe and we were short staffed to send a representative so a portkey was made ready instead. Representatives will be present for the tasks of the tournament, and if you have any other questions that need answering please contact us as soon as possible.
Sincerely
R&R Lutece
Dumbledore read over the letter three times before setting it down on his desk. So that is where Harry and this Rose have been all these years? This Columbia? He would most certainly be writing to them, as well as the International Wizarding Committee about this whole affair. But not now. Right now he needed some much needed sleep. It had been quite the eventful night.
Outside Hogwarts castle Robert Lutece stood behind a paint easel and canvas while Rosalind stood in front of the castle. "Columbia?" Robert asked. "Really?"
"You don't approve?" Rosalind questioned.
"I merely believe that Rapture would make a better fake school. That is where they were after all."
"Yes but we did design Columbia's suspension technology," Rosalind pointed out. "It seemed more fitting."
"Perhaps."
"Oh hush," Rosalind chided. "If it makes you feel any better we did decide to pick Rapture as a fake in another reality."
"Right you are," Robert said as he began to paint.