Chapter 14 – – Quidditch anyone?

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"I'm not sure if I'm ready to become dangerous and start throwing deadly curses or just laugh myself to the long-term ward at St. Mungo." I grumbled at Daphne as we headed to our next class. "I can't believe that everyone is back at Hogwarts and apparently no one is in trouble over the whole affair. That is unless you consider that I will now be in the Potion's classroom getting verbally trashed by Snape."

"Your just going to keep your head down and your wand handy."

Snape had not come in wand blazing nor had he attempted verbally assault. He was his normal nasty self and after putting the potion of the day on the blackboard he sat behind his desk. That was until the classroom door was opened...

"Creevey why are you interrupting my class?"

"Professor, the Headmaster wants Harry Potter in the solarium right now!" Creevey was the type of personality that resembles someone on drugs. Hyperactive was one of his normal moods.

While Snape was yelling at Creevey Draco took the opportunity to use a switching spell which transferred some ingredients into my cauldron. This would not end well. However, I was not stupid and not one to not watch little Draco's and his idea of having fun. I simply banished the contents of my cauldron as Snape turned and sneered at me...

"Go on Potter get out of here, you will receive zero for your potion today." My leaving was fine with me because I had returned the favor that Draco had extended. All I had to do was wandlessly add some of Draco's ingredients a bit early to his potion and leave as quickly as possible. The door had basically just shut when a loud explosion could be heard from Snape's potion class followed by smoke coming out of the cracks from around the door.

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"Ah, Yes, Harry we just started the wand weighing ceremony. Harry, please allow Mister Olivander to inspect your wand." Dumbledore directed. I took out my wand and put it on the podium in front of Mister Olivander.

"I wish to know Headmaster when I will we be able to interview the champions? The public has a right to know how the champions feel about being in this tournament." Rita Skeeter of the Dailey Profit then turned to me and asked, "You won't mind, Harry, if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill in our interview? It leaves me free to talk to you normally..."

I recognize Rita Skeeter from the Dailey Profit and from my overactive memories, in my mind she was not receiving a favorable rating as a reporter. While I was trying to figure out a way to give Rita some information that nobody would believe except her Olivander raised an objection, "Dumbledore! You're not sick enough to think I want to touch that abomination of a wand." This exclamation coming from Olivander caused Dumbledore to do a double take while the statement got Rita's attention.

Rita was fast as she grabbed my wand from the podium apparently wanting to see what Olivander was talking about. The wand was even quicker in starting Rita's hair to start smoking and her to start screaming. For some reason she was determined not to let go of the wand and the results was quite entertaining. Dumbledore used an 'Expelliarmus' on Rita but had to duck out of the way of my wand which did a U-turn and flew into my hand. Dumbledore wasn't finished and cast an 'Aguamenti' followed by an 'Air-dry' charm on the now irate Rita Skeeter.

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The long awaited and anticipated Hogsmeade Village weekend finally arrived in the course of time and we headed off to the village laughing and talking and doing group hugs. As adults we were not restricted by Hogwarts silly little rules but this was the scheduled Hogsmeade weekend. There were friends to chat with over a butter beer and enemies to Dungbomb.

The girls are a great comfort when they're not mad at me and we had a great time. We enjoyed Butterbeers and nice noon time meal in a little place off the beaten track. We met our friends at The Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer and a few laughs. It was indeed a great day.

The next morning the Dailey Profit had a photograph of us in a group hug. Underneath the photo was an article by Rita Skeeter: Is our boy-who-lived double timing his true girlfriend? One of Harry Potter's classmates told this reporter "Potty really is the Hogwart's Casanova as he has a new girl in the broom closet every week." After numerous interviews of people stating that Harry Potter was always seen with at least one girl on his arm at all times this reporter tracked down his girlfriend. I asked her what she thought about our photograph which seemed to intimate infidelity and she replied, "I've been in love with Harry since forever. I know this is just a lie as I know he loves me as much as I love him. Even if it was true I would forgive him and taking back as I know our love is forever." The article continued...

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"Would you three quick giggling? I know it was kind of funny watching Ron get his ass kicked by his little sister."

"I can't believe Ron told his sister she was not allowed to kiss you or be your girlfriend, that's just so stupid." Daphne giggled.

"Well enough of this giggling and let's get back upstairs and get back to training. Once we are all proficient in casting the Patronus charm we can move on to a couple more advanced curses I have in mind."

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One thing that was beginning to bother me of about a thousand different things was a great area of time that I had no old memories to confirm or refute; that I was married to three girls was a starter. Was that it or what was currently going on as I caught the girls practicing together with a spell that Hermione had found. I couldn't really express what I thought about that spell but it appeared that Hermione was finding more of them to learn and teach them to the other girls. The problem was what the spell did. I guess it boils down to the old saying that women can be more vicious than men. The spell wasn't evil or dark but it was downright nasty. Thinking of old memories that should but don't exist and what is happening now which doesn't match anything I remember in the past only leads to me into a headache. I now only had nine hundred ninety-nine more things to worry about.

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The next morning at breakfast Dumbledore tapped a crystal goblet, "If I could have everyone's attention please. Tomorrow morning the French Junior Quidditch league Lyon Les Gones will be arriving for the first exhibition game between Lyon Les Gones and Hufflepuff house on Saturday." Hufflepuff House table interrupted in cheers and chanting of the Hufflepuff House name. The rest of the day was consumed with speculation and bets who was going to win. I had already sent Hedwig notifying the coaches that I would be meeting the team at Hogwarts.

By lunchtime Dumbledore had more announcements to make.

"I would like to make a few announcements concerning security and your safety not only during tomorrow's Quidditch match but also during the tri-wizard tournament. Hogwarts gates will be open to the public and they are most welcome into the stands to enjoyed the games and the tasks in the tournament. The public, and that include your parents, are not allowed into the castle. Aurors will be assigned at the stadium, on the grounds and in the castle for our security. Students are not allowed to leave the grounds and are expected to follow all directions and orders issued by staff and the Aurors. Thank you for your attention and enjoy the games."

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The next morning we arrived at breakfast and found chairs and tables set up around the podium for the dignitaries. It appeared they were going to go all out in welcoming Lyon Les Gones Quidditch team. Dumbledore again made an announcement during the meal, "The French team will be arriving a lunch time and I expect everyone to be here for the ceremony...".

Like there was very many people who were going to miss this event? I thought as Dumbledore little speech wound down.

It was obvious that this was going to be a big production. Sitting around the podium was Dumbledore, Fudge, Weatherby, Madam Bones, a toad looking woman, along with the school board and a number of Wizengamot members. Even though the hall was full of whispering you could see and here Draco Malfoy patting himself on the back and pointing out his father, Lucius Malfoy, sitting with all the dignitaries. To my surprise I found that the team was not already seated with the dignitaries.

I gave up hoping that I could just sit where I was with little fanfare. It became obvious that the French team was to enter through the Great Doors and do the long walk through the Great Hall. The team would then stand facing the Hogwarts students with the dignitaries and the podium behind them. That's when the speeches and introductions were to take place. Well that appeared to be their plan.

The team was walking toward the dignitaries and my new plan was to step in behind the team as they passed the Gryffindor table. I really wanted to minimize the attention that was bound to head my way. Most of the Hogwarts students were evaluating each of the Quidditch players when suddenly, "Harreeee!" ANGÈLE had spotted me and as she raced over, the team immediately followed. I figured my time of staying out of the spotlight was over. I stood up as ANGÈLE raced up grabbing me in a quick hug and gave me a kiss to either cheek. The rest of the team was soon there with additional hugs or pats to the back, we were a team after all.

I turned to start introducing the team members to my wives and was met with three serious glares that told me that some reason I was in big trouble. Although why escape me, I also was not realizing that I had messed up the dignitaries big show. Dumbledore appeared to find a way to get things back on track.

"And now introducing each team member we will start with Captain and keeper..."

Each player was identified and of course..."And their seeker Harry Evans." I don't believe the words were out of Dumbledore's mouth when it appears a light bulb went off under is pointed hat. I stood up and walked up to the front with the rest of the team. By this time only the slow witted were having to be told that Harry Evans was also Harry Potter. Fudge was sputtering while Lucius Malfoy looked like he was ready to kill. Malfoy and the Minister I wasn't worried about, it was facing my wives that gave me the chills. Now if I could figure out why they were mad...

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It wasn't very long before the wives cornered me and dragged me to our quarters.

"Harry James Potter..." Was the preliminary to a barrage of questions which ended in the one I feared the most..."And what other secrets are you hiding Mister Potter?" Hermione demanded.

It is not that I was mad but I definitely was tired being questioned so I told them. I told them that I'd died, that I met the Lady with the staff, and that I had twenty years of a life tucked away in my head that I did not want to live. In the end I told them that I would fully answer all their questions later but right now I was going to sleep as I had a Quidditch match in the morning. Just because they were never allowed around the locker rooms in France and had never seen ANGÈLE do her harmless cheek kissing was no reason to go ballistic. Well in my mind anyhow.

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It was a fantastic day for Quidditch however right from the start Hufflepuff was no match for our team. Their beaters could not touch our chasers while our chasers blew by their keeper as if he wasn't there. And what seemed like minutes the score was 100/0. Since the snitch was giving me the shoulder I decided to do a little aerial acrobatics. I did one of my straight to the ground dives pulling out only at the last second to accelerate upwards in a corkscrew flight. The next thing I realized was the announcer stating the score hundred of 160/0. That's when I call time.

"Coach we're here to put on an exhibition not a slaughter so how about letting them catch snitch?" I asked.

The coach asked the other players who either agreed or just shrug there shoulders.

"Okay Evans it's your embarrassment. Let's get flying team."

I don't believe our chasers were really trying that hard any longer and I had to almost point to were snitch was hiding to the other Seeker. The game still ended with a final score of 200/150. The team took the portkey back to France but weren't overly elated with their win.

"Harry do you have a minute?" Susan asked but upon looking at my wives faces I was now going to get fully interrogated by my wives.

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"Harry are you sure you're all right? I know I would be scared stiff knowing that in the morning I was going to have to face a Dragon." Susan moaned.

"So what have you finally decided on doing Harry? Daphne asked.

"He is going to fly circles around the Dragon after he summons his broom." Hermione stated, "Just like he did last time."

"My dear's I really don't know. I don't see myself as making like a good little Gryffindor and charged in full of fear and luckily escaping death." My memories showed I would have been asking myself who had brought me into this danger and why, for what a stupid tournament, but that was a different Harry Potter.

"I'm not following you Harry, what are you talking about? Daphne queried.

"The basic premise, I didn't volunteer to put my life in danger. Yet here I am up to my ears in dragons, Mermen, assorted dangerous animals and in the end facing Voldemort. This is Dumbledore's tournament yet I'm forced to compete under the penalty of losing my magic and then maybe my life. Maybe I should just cut out the middlemen and go find Voldemort."

"You don't really mean all of that do you Harry?" Susan asked.

"You don't think Dumbledore put your name and the Goblet, do you?"

"No, Hermione I leave that accomplishment to somebody else."

I wished I hadn't told the girls the whole truth about my memories. My stating that I had flashes like Trelawney would not have lasted that long anyhow. All I knew was that Dumbledore had his plans unfortunately I was the major player. There also should be a point to be able to say enough is enough. "No Susan I don't really mean that, just a little tense about facing a Dragon."

I actually was thinking what they would say if I kill the stupid Dragon. Then I could run amok in the maze maybe using my staff at full power. I could see it now, the maze alight with dancing flames as all those little monsters of Hagrid's being ejected, maybe even into the spectators stands. No I had my plans to do this the easiest way possible with the least amount of danger to this Harry Potter.

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As I expected I got the Hungarian horntail and was the last to enter the arena. What I was planning on doing would be quite boring to the spectators so I plan on making a real spectacular circus presentation, of course I wasn't. Dragons are powerful and it usually took a half a dozen grown wizards to stun one into submission. So boring would be the theme for the day. Little did they know how powerful I had become and I really wanted to keep it that way. Flying around on a broom, while dodging fire and a spiked tail was not going to happen again.

I walked into the arena and straight at the horntail. All the spectators wanted a spectacular and dangerous circus show or maybe me becoming well roasted, Draco's crowd were going to be disappointed. She sent her fiery breath at me and it would appear to everyone that I was doomed. The spectators shrieked, screamed or awaited the fire to do its worst. What I did was erect my small personal shield and as the flames hit the shield I produced a magical illusion of billowing smoke that totally surrounded the shield. The spectators would assume that I was being turned into ash but what I did not want them to see was my wand turning into my staff. Using my staff I fired off an intensive and powerful 'Bewitched Sleep' charm while I simultaneously sent a harmless colored wandless spell which was to confuse the spectators, both impacted the dragons head. The harmless colored spell struck the Dragon and at the same time as the powerful sleeping charm. The Dragon of course collapsed into a deep artificial sleep. I returned my staff to wand size and dispelled the smoke illusion. All I had to do then was walk over and get the golden egg and head for the safety of the exit. This I accomplished in the dead silence that reigned throughout the stadium. I was quite proud of myself in hiding the 'Bewitched Sleep' charm which was only cast-able by a strong Sorcerer.

If it wasn't for threats from Madam Pomphrey there wouldn't have been a safe zone between me and everyone else who had rushed in the hospital tent. The staff were shouting questions or making stupid statements, all at the same time.

"Harry did you have to kill the dragon?" Dumbledore whined.

"He had to use a dark curse to kill that dragon, he needs to be expelled immediately." Snape yelled spraying spittle.

"You shall receive no points from Beauxbatons Academy for your violent solution to the task." Madam Maxine growled.

"Harry you could've gotten yourself killed!" Hermione screeched.

"The ministry will have to be reimbursed for the expenses the destruction of our property." Weatherby huffed. "We will further open an investigation over your use of the killing curse."

"Do you really think he's going dark Albus?" McGonagall asked.

"You will all leave this tent so I can examine my patient, OUT, NOW! Yelled Madam Pomphrey.

"Harry you must..."

"That also goes for you Headmaster!"

Suddenly a different redheaded Weasley burst into the tent..." Dumbledore we need your help! We unhooked the chain from the Dragon to cart off its carcass but it wasn't dead. It's raising havoc in the arena!"

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"It's the second exhibition match between the French Junior Quidditch league Lyon Les Gones and our own Ravenclaw. This match-up was little bit more of a challenge. I was performing one of my death defying dives when I saw a glint of gold at the other end of the pitch. I leveled out parallel to the pitch at about five feet off the ground and I showed them how fast my broom could travel. The stupid little snitch almost seemed to realize that it had been spotted. It headed straight for the base of one of the towers just as I arrived, it shot straight up the side of the tower. As I started heading up the side of the tower the snitch shot straight for the goalposts. I wasn't about ready let the snitch get away so I shot after it flying upside down. The snitch is mine I thought until little thing ducked behind the pole that supported the hoop and disappeared from sight. I didn't know the snitch was going up the pole or going down the pole. I guess down and seconds later the snitch was in my hand. We won 300/140.