"Harry Potter."
Dumbledore shouted again though the great hall, his voice reaching every corner of the room where the champions were being selected for the Triwizard Tournament.
At first, Fleur Delacour was chosen to represent Beauxbatons, the magical school of France. Then, from Durmstrang, Victor Krum was chosen to represent his school. Then, finally, it was time to announce Hogwarts champion, and with great applause, Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff moved to the trophy room where the champions would find out about the first task.
Now, Dumbledore held a fourth piece of parchment in his hand with a name written on it. How this was possible, Dumbledore didn't know, but he intended to find out. "Harry Potter." Dumbledore shouted, sending more looks to the Gryffindor table of the Great hall.

Harry sat still, his eyes wide and his breathing rapid. Panic started to rise in his chest as he felt his breathing moving so hard, that he barely could breathe. Looking at his best friends, Harry saw the same panic in their eyes, as he felt in his chest.
"Breathe, Harry. Breathe." Hermione said as she placed her hand on Harry's chest. Dora placed her own hand on Hermione's, while Ginny took Harry's face in her hand and forced him to look in her eyes.
"Focus on my voice, Harry" Ginny said, as she held Harry's face steady. Both Hermione and Dora were helping Harry to breath in and out at a slower pace. But it was Ginny's gaze that had captured Harry's vision.

"HARRY POTTER" Dumbledore shouted again, as he looked at the four students who were in their own world.
"Headmaster. Harry is indisposed." Said Hermione as she looked at the headmaster, who seemed to glare at them. "Miss Granger. Please see to it that Mr. Potter is brought to the trophy room" Dumbledore ordered, and Hermione stood up reluctantly, nodded to Dora and Ginny and took Harry with her to the trophy room, followed by Dora and Ginny, who were at first held back, but after showing and pointing Hammer and Silent Night to several Professors, including Snape, they were allowed access.
Through the door and down several stone steps, they reached a golden gate that opened to allow them access. There in the trophy room, all the prizes that Hogwarts and her students had collected over the years were displayed there. At the moment, three students, all three years older than Harry, were standing around a fire that burned and gave warmth to the otherwise chilled room.
"What is it?" The French girl, Fleur Delacour, asked as she saw four students moving down the steps. "Do they need us back up?"

Before any of the girls could answer Fleur's questions, several adults were seen moving down the steps with something that looked like haste. "Marvelous, simply marvelous." Ludovic Bagman shouted, as he looked at Harry who had been quiet for the whole time.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to give you, the fourth Champion." Bagman said as he pointed to Harry.
Suddenly three things happened. One. Ginny, Dora and Hermione all pointed their handguns at the teachers, with Ginny pointing at Bagman. Two. Harry was blasted out of his shock and looked around, before remembering what had happened. And three. Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory and Victor Krum shouted out a collective "WHAT."

Harry was tired, but had enough energy for one more important thing. A call to his father. Thanks to Ginny, Hermione and Dora, Harry was now in a empty fourth year dorm. While his friends made sure that the dorm was empty, and it's inhabitants down in the common room, Harry made a call to the one person he needed the most.

Holding his scroll close to his ears, Harry heard the telltale sign that his father's scroll was ringing.
"Hello. Professor Ozpin Speaking." Harry heard his father saying.
"Dad, it's me. Harry. I need help."
"Calm down, Harry" Ozpin said. "Tell me what's going on."
"Dad, at Hogwarts they have a Tournament, and somehow I've been drafted to compete." Harry said as he forced his panic down. Panicking during a scroll call wasn't a good idea.
"Harry. Slow down. What is this tournament, and how have you been drafted into it?" Ozpin's voice called from the scroll.

Harry took a deep breath. "It's called the Triwizard Tournament. A competition between three magical schools. Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school is allowed to bring a delegation with them, from which one student is being selected that will represent that school. They do that to place a piece of paper with their name and the name of their school on it, and place it into a magical Goblet. The Goblet then selects one student from each school and those three students then duel it out in several magical tasks. But something went wrong, and I've been selected as a fourth champion.

"Interesting. It´s something not unlike the Vytal Festival, but with just one champion from each kingdom, doing a series of tasks, right?" Ozpin asked, as Harry could hear him thinking. "Dad. I'm scared. I don't want to compete." Harry said as he pulled the blanked of his bed around him, trying to force the feeling of despair away. Tears started to fall from his eyes.
"Harry. Listen closely to what I have to say." Ozpin said. Harry held the scroll tight to his ear, not wanting to miss anything that his father might say.
"I can't leave Beacon Academy for now, but I can and will sent several teams to assist you. I'm making plans now for them to arrive tomorrow morning. You are not to leave your friends, nor are you allowed to wander the castle alone. You will carry your weapons at all times, and most importantly, you are allowed to attack anyone that comes over as a threat. I've had enough of Hogwarts and it's less that stellar security."

"Dad. What teams will come?" Harry asked, thankful for the permission to shoot anyone who would be a threat to him.
"That Harry, will be a surprise, but I can say this. Your aunt Goodwitch will be with them."
"Understood" Harry said as he became calmer, hearing that aunt Goodwitch would be coming. She would be able to figure this out.
"Goodnight Harry. Sleep well" Harry heard Ozpin saying.
"Night dad. Hope to see you as soon as possible" Harry said as he closed the connection with his father.
Placing the scroll and Hammer under his pillow, Harry fell asleep. His dreams were filled with nightmares of shadowy teams that failed to save him from anything that the Tournament threw at him.

At Beacon.

Professor Ozpin was not pleased. After hanging up on his son, Ozpin threw his scroll through the room, creating a small dent in the walls that lined his office. Pressing a button on his desk, he got in contact with Glynda Goodwitch.
"Glynda, can you please find Team CFVY for me and bring them to Beacon? I have a assignment for them. Also, contact Signal Academy for a student there. He maybe want to be a part of this."
After receiving a conformation from Glynda, Ozpin pushed another button, causing his voice to be heard through the entire academy.
"Attention, will teams RWBY, JNPR, SSSN and RAVN report to classroom 117. I repeat. Teams RWBY, JNPR, SSSN and RAVN to classroom 117. Thank you."

Ozpin then grabbed his cane and moved to the elevator to bring him down to the main floor. Placing his hands on the cane, Ozpin thought deeply. 'Why does this happen?' He asked himself, as he gripped the top of his cane firmly in his hands. As the elevator reached ground floor, Ozpin walked out of the elevator and directly to classroom 117. It was a classroom, like no other, but in this classroom, mission briefings were given to teams and students who went on 'extended' missions.
Having grabbed his scroll before entering the elevator, Ozpin started to download some information into the computer that was in the room, just as team RWBY and JNPR entered. "Sir, we're here." Ruby Rose, and leader of team RWBY said. "JNPR is here as well, sir" Said Jaune Arc, leader of team JNPR.
"Good, take a seat and we'll wait a few more minutes." Said Ozpin as team RAVN entered the room. "RAVN present, sir" Said RAVN's leader, Ray Star as he pointed to a couple of benches for his team to sit in. It took a few minutes before team SSSN arrived, and when they sat down, Ozpin decided to jump right into it.

At Hogwarts, the next day.

"AHH." Shouted Cormac McLaggen as he held his arm, that was now covered in several second degree burns.
"ANYONE ELSE?" Harry shouted as he pointed Child's Play at the students. They were in the common room, when Cormac had accused Harry of cheating. Harry, after a night of very bad sleep, had decided to stop asking questions, and just shoot to injure.
"Harry, calm down" Said Katie Bell, a fellow Gryffindor who was a chaser of the Quidditch team. Harry pointed Child's Play at Katie.
"Why should I be the one to calm down? Why not any of you? Instead of using that grey mass in your heads that counts as a brain to see and analyze my reaction, you all jump at the conclusion that I must have entered. Let me make this clear. I DID NOT ENTER MYSELF IN THAT FUCKING TOURNAMENT." Harry shouted out the last words, causing the whole of Gryffindor who was listening to cover their ears.
"Me thinks that Harry is pissed off" Said Fred softly to his brother, who nodded. 'Pissed off Pasta. Nice addition to the Skiving snack-boxes'. Fred thought as the door to the common room opened up and Dumbledore entered, followed by McGonagall.
"Mr. Ozpin. Calm down." Dumbledore said, showing that he had no wand in his hand. Harry had pointed Child's Play at Dumbledore the moment the door opened up.
"Professor, I do not wish to compete in the Tournament. Is there a way for me to not to play?" Harry asked his headmaster, who looked his full 133 years old self.
"I'm sorry, Harry. But when a name is cast from the Goblet, a magical contract in being created, forcing the contestant to compete, or to lose his or her magic. You asked me this yesterday, when the champions were told about the first task."

"I know. I wanted you to tell them what you told me. These idiots," Here Harry pointed to the majority of Gryffindor, " Didn't believe me."
Harry just left the Common room, followed by Ginny, Hermione and Dora. They all ignored the professors and fellow Gryffindor students as they walked down the grand staircase and moved outside.
"There's a point when it tips, There's a point when it breaks. There's a point when it bends and a point we just can't take, anymore,(*)" Said Harry in a singing tune as he looked at the sky.
"That's how I feel right now. I feel like I'm about to break. I just can't take it anymore. I never wanted to be a champion. I never wanted to be placed on a pedestal, and shown to the world. All I ever wanted, was to be Harry Ozpin, who would become a teacher at Beacon Academy. Instead, I find myself here of all places, with only a few people, who I can say are my best friends."
Harry turned to face Ginny, Hermione and Dora. "You three are my best friends. I don't know what I would do, if one of you would be lost, or if you choose not to be my friend anymore."
Harry wanted to say more, but found himself the center of a sudden hug-attack by Hermione, Dora and Ginny.

"Ah, how cute. The mud-blood and blood traitors hugging their little friend."
Harry and the girls released each other and pointed their weapons at Draco Malfoy, who was looking at them with several other Slytherins. They had drawn their wands, and it seemed to become quite ugly, but a blast was heard from somewhere, and a second later, Malfoy and his friends were blown away. A crater, the size of Hagrid, was right there, where they had been standing.
"And I've got more where that came from" A voice called from above them. Harry looked up and blinked several times as he saw an Atlesian drop-ship hanging above them. Their loading bay door was open and a familiar figure stood there, ready to throw another slug at the Slytherins.
"YANG" Harry called as he looked at the Brawler of team RWBY. Yang jumped out of the drop-ship and fell thirty feet, before she landed on the ground, her aura absorbing the shock that went through her body.
"Hello, Little Harry" Yang said teasingly as she took Harry's head in a headlock and started to rub his scalp.
"Yang. Stop that" Harry said as he tried to get clear from the abusive brawler.

"Ah don't worry. She's just playing" A new voice said. The group of five looked at the direction of the new voice and saw a young man standing there. Blond hair with one red lock that was waving gently in the wind. A red headband that kept most of his hair out of his blue eyes, a scar under his left eye. A small button nose on his face and a gentle laugh on his mouth.
"Oh shit" Said Harry as he figured out who was standing in front of him. Ray Star. Leader of team RAVN.
Team RAVN had been formed after Professors Goodwitch and Ozpin agreed to let Ruby Roze attend Beacon Academy. They were all fifteen years old, when they arrived at Beacon and had been out and about in many missions, both solo, as team and with other teams. They all came from a different kingdom. Ray came from Vacuo, where he developed his laid back attitude, that could change is a second to a true warriors attitude.
His cousin, Angel Star had lived in Atlas, where she learned many ways of combat and got her 'do or do not' attitude. Both Vixen Jones and Nova Heart came from Vale, with Nova having her roots in Mistral.
"Who the hell are you?" A voice asked and as the six looked at the owner of the voice, they got a very bad feeling. Severus Snape, Potions Professor and head of Slytherin house stood there, his wand pointed to Harry, who was still in a headlock from Yang.
"Whoa, chill man." Ray spoke, as he moved between Harry, Yang and Snape. "You let the kids have some fun, before you make a mistake, okay?"

Snape didn't seemed like he was 'Okay' with it and fired a curse at Ray, intending to stun him. Faster than the eyes could follow, Ray pulled from his back a pair of Tonfa's and deflected the stunner, that shot into the wall of Hogwarts.
"That wasn't a smart move, Punk" Ray said, his laid back attitude vanishing like the wind. Instead of that, Snape faced a terrifying monster, that seemed ready to attack him at any time.
"Got any last words, Punk?" Ray asked, as he pressed a button on his Tonfa's and two blades appeared at the end of it.
"Ray Star. Stop this instance" A voice shouted as another Atlesian Drop-ship appeared, it's bay doors lowered as well. "Oh No, not her again" Muttered Snape.
In the opening of the drop-ship stood Professor Glynda Goodwitch, deputy headmistress of Beacon Academy, and head instructor in the combat classes.
"Hell no, he attacked me, and you expect me to let that be the end of it? He needs to learn that there are consequences for his actions." said Ray as Goodwitch jumped out of the drop-ship and landed in a perfect crouch position.
"That may be, but he is one of the professors of this school, and we must show to be respectful if we wish to figure this out. So stand down."

"I will stand down, when he gives an apology for attacking me" Ray said, still holding his Tonfa's ready to attack.
"Professor Snape. I believe that it would be in your best interest to apologize to my student." Said Glynda as she stood between the angry student and Snape.
"I will never do such a thing. A student must always respect his elders, and I am certain that I am his elder. So you better stop doing such a thing 'Boy'." Snape sneered as he looked at Ray. Ray looked at Goodwitch, his eyebrow slightly raised.
"Don't do it, Ray." Goodwitch warned. Ray was struggling. On the one hand, that Snape character had attacked him, and it deserved retaliation. On the other hand, Goodwitch could do a lot of damage to him. Reluctantly, Ray pulled his blades back in his Tonfa's. As he took a deep breath, he could almost feel the heat from the curse flying past him. That caused him to jump back into action and pointed the shorted ends of his Tonfa's at Snape. Pressing on the end of the handle of his Tonfa's, Ray let lose a volley of Dust infused bullets, that hit every Slytherin that stood there and Snape.
"RAY" Goodwitch shouted as she waved her riding crop to stop several bullets to hit other students who wanted to know what was happening.

"What were you thinking?" Goodwitch shouted at Ray, as she waved with her riding crop at the downed students.
"Defending a few good friends of mine, ma'am" Ray said as he looked back at the five behind him. Luckily, they didn't seem to be injured, but Harry did seem to be out of action.
"We'll discuss this later. For now, sent in the rest" Goodwitch said as she placed her glasses back on her nose. Ray nodded and sent out a signal with his scroll. Then he started to look at the docks, where Durmstrang's ship was docked. As more and more students from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang started to look, an Atlesian command ship came slowly around the corner, making an impressive entrance for the wizarding students, who never had seen such a display.
"What is that? It looks huge. Retreat." Were some of the phrases that were spoken by the students as the command ship moved closer.

"Where did you get that?" Harry asked as he came out of the stunner that Snape had shot at him. His aura could nullify a lot, but he had to be aware about it. The stunner had been a surprise for him, allowing Snape to stun him.
"That is one of the older models of Atlesian command ships that Atlas 'sold' to us. It was a 'sorry for such bad protection' from the Vytal festival a couple of years back." Said Yang as she pulled Harry on her back.
"Who hit them?" Harry asked as he pointed to Snape and the Slytherins.
"That was me." Said Ray as he looked at Harry, who was being carried by Yang.
"Thinking of making an entrance?" Goodwitch asked, her anger still clearly in her voice.
"Maybe. I was just thinking of sending everyone down via the ropes, but if some want to jump, we've done that before." Said Ray as he didn't looked at Goodwitch.
"Let them choose" Ginny said, as she looked at several doors that opened up and showed faces from students of Beacon Academy.
"Okay" Ray replied as he got contact with the command ship and relayed the decision. Several ropes were thrown from the airship, and students started to decent from the ship via ropes, while others jumped out of the flying ship, falling to the ground.
"Ah, that brings back memories" Said Ray as he looked at how the teams were landing.
"What do you mean?"Harry asked as he leaned on Yang's back. "Well, couple of year ago, when I was about to begin my Beacon experience, Professor Ozpin shot us from the cliff and we had to figure out a landing strategy. I landed. Some didn't."

Harry shook his head again, to shake his thoughts from the explanation of Ray, or to remove the last of Snape's stunner, nobody would know.
"Looks like they are all here" Said Yang as she placed Harry back on the ground and walked to her own team-mates, who had jumped out of the airship.
"Well, now that we are here, let's get this over with." Said Goodwitch. The Beacon students nodded and followed Goodwitch inside, sorted by team. Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Dora moved in to follow them, showing them that they were Beacon first, Hogwarts second.
As they entered the entrance hall, they could see Dumbledore and McGonagall waiting for them. "Greeting Professor. Welcome to Hogwarts. How may we be of assistance?" Dumbledore asked, while he looked over the group of students that was waiting behind professor Goodwitch.

"We have heard from Harry Ozpin that he is being forced to participate in something called, the Triwizard Tournament. Is this true?" Goodwitch asked, her eyes making contact with Dumbledore.
"I'm afraid that it's true. Mr. Potter," Glynda's face changed from composed to angry in less than a second. "Pardon me, Mr. Ozpin," Glynda's face returned to composed. "Mr. Ozpin was chosen by the Goblet of Fire. By magical law, Mr, Ozpin must compete." Dumbledore stated.
"But the way I hear it, Hogwarts does have two champions." said Goodwitch, as she looked at the two head teachers.
"I imagine that it would be unfair if Hogwarts would be given twice the chance to win, wouldn't you agree?" Goodwitch asked, again, and both head teachers had to nod, as the other Headmasters had complained about it.
"Then I have a perfect solution. Why don't you allow Harry to compete, under the name of Beacon Academy?"

"What?" Three voices shouted out. Dumbledore, McGonagall and Harry Ozpin, who came from between the lines of Beacon students.
"Aunt Glynda, you can't mean that? I don't want to compete." Said Harry as he looked in his aunt's eyes. "Harry. We are here new. We'll be here for the rest of the year." Said Goodwitch, as she looked down upon her 'nephew'.
"Fine" Harry said as he let out a deep sigh. "I'll compete." he looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall. "But I'll compete for Beacon Academy." The two head teachers looked at each other.
"Agreed" McGonagall said as she shook hands with one of her favorite students, before she shook hands with Goodwitch.

(A/N) Is it just me, or did I create one big problem for Hogwarts, by allowing Huntsmen and huntresses in training to stay at Hogwarts?