"Half Blood Harry Potter"

By Loki Palmer

Author's Note: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Percy Jackson and all related demigods (with the exception of Loki) belong to Rick Riordan.

DZ2: I'm glad you enjoyed Chapter 25 (Grinch reference included – I included it for the laughs LOL). As for Lucy "Faygeles" Malfoy, if I do recall correctly, he's dead, but I'm sure I can show his punishment as well at some point. As for the Ferret, well, he and his fellow Slytherins will want to sleep with the night light on … [Manic laughter.]

lokarryn: Oh, yeah, Dumbledore will need his Aspirin … as for Snape, well, as frightened as he may be of someone like Loki in his House, the relationship between these two will depend on the Professor … Loki can be either a great friend to have, or someone's worst nightmare.

WhiteElfElder: Oh, yeah, They ARE having a laugh riot about this, I am sure! [grin]

Chapter 26

There was something unnerving about Loki going into Slytherin, even Dumbledore could not deny it. There was an air about this young stranger that reminded the Headmaster too much of the young boy he had met many years ago in that orphanage in London. This Loki could not be the second Voldemort, could he? No, he thought, that is nonsense. The spirit of Tom Riddle is somewhere far away from here, ever brooding on plans to revenge himself against Harry Potter, and it would be paranoid of me to think that it could be here, of all places. Oy, gevalt, if I am now paranoid in my old age, this is a bad sign.

Slytherin House shivered as its members made a wide berth for Loki and Thalia on the bench. Draco, for his part, scrambled over Crabbe and Goyle so he could not seat himself anywhere near them.

Loki fought to hide his amusement. "Are y'all feeling comfy there? I must imagine y'all are feeling mighty cramped. Come closer, now; I don't bite … hard ..."

Daphne Greengrass rolled her eyes. "I thought I joined the House of the Cunning and Ambitious, not the House of Sniveling Cowards," she said under her breath.

"Loki," said Thalia, "your aura scares them. Tone it down before they need new britches."

"Oh, dear, I guess we don't want that, do we? Spread back out, now, and make yourselves at home."

As the rest of Slytherin House tried its best to relax around these newcomers, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle chose to keep themselves as far away as they could. Loki could not blame them in the least for their reaction; he had no doubt that the most frightening story had spread about the death of their fathers at the Quidditch World Cup.

It was Daphne Greengrass who chose to sit closest to them. "I am glad to make your acquaintances, Loki and Thalia. My name is Daphne Greengrass, and I am the Heiress of House Greengrass. Thank the gods that someone has arrived who can keep these blights in line. To be honest, their Pureblood Supremacist bovine excrement gives the House of Slytherin a bad reputation."

Loki gave her hand a chivalrous kiss. "Pleasure to meet you, Daphne, but we shall converse later."

"Oh, right."

A lightning flash illumined the Great Hall as a man with a peg leg scraped his way within. His artificial eye caught sight of Loki, and he scraped up to him.

"You must be the young lad Madam Bones told me about, aye? Loki, son of the Rich One? My Dad gave me an excellent description of you, and He reminded me that Death and War have been allies since time immemorial. Professor Alastor Moody, also known as Mad Eye, at your service."

Loki nodded, and the peg legged man grinned. "I wish to thank you for your warning. Constant Vigilance, I always say – you will need it around these snakes, in particular around such snakes like Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle." He glanced towards the aforementioned trio, who backed away from him in fear. "Oh, by the way, Barty Crouch Jr. is dead. Bomb attached to a bear trap. Disgusting way to go, but effective. I will see you all in class."

He scraped the rest of the way up to the Professor's table. "No problems getting here, Alastor?"

"None at all, Headmaster … except for the storm, of course. The Big Guy must have wanted to give me a dramatic entrance."

The reference flew over Dumbledore's head, though he did think, Now that I think on it, the weather has been stormier than even I would expect up here in Scotland.

"Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year will be Professor Alastor Moody, a retired Auror of the Ministry's Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Nobody applauded this announcement.

Argus Filch ran up into the Great Hall and whispered a few words in a wheeze to Dumbledore. "Tell them to wait, Argus." With that message, Argus ran back out of the Great Hall, wheezing all the way.

Satisfied that the aura of terror was gone – for the moment – Dumbledore said, "I do have some bad news and some good news, and I shall start with the bad news: I regret to inform you that this year, there will be no Quidditch ..."

An uproar exploded within the Great Hall, and among the clamoring voices were the voices of Fred and George.

"BOO!"

"THAT'S RUBBISH!"

Dumbledore shot a Firework Charm into the air. "SILENCE!" The uproar stopped as he cleared his throat. "Now that I have delivered you the bad news, here is the good news: Hogwarts will have the privilege to host two other schools in a world famous tournament of magical skill: the Triwizard Tournament. As you can no doubt guess from the name, there will be three competitors in this tournament, one from each school. The prizes for the winner are a thousand Galleons and the Triwizard Cup."

Everyone gasped as they beheld the Triwizard Cup, an immaculate trophy.

"Wicked," said Fred and George.

"How will we choose our competitors, you may ask? For this, we will use the Goblet of Fire. You are to deposit your name into the Goblet of Fire by the deadline of Halloween if you wish to be in the running for the Tournament.

Now, I must give all of you a strong word of caution. Trust me when I say the tasks involved within this Tournament are not for the faint of heart. These are DANGEROUS tasks. Should the Goblet of Fire choose you as a competitor, its magic will obligate you to compete, at the risk of losing your magic if you should refuse. Mr. Bartemius Crouch of the Ministry's Department of International Cooperation is here as our guest, and I believe he has a few words for us. Mr. Crouch, if you please?"

So, this is the father of Barty Crouch Jr., thought Loki. His son fell far from his family tree, that is for sure. In spite of that Hitler mustache, I sense an aura of good from him – okay, he was severe in his justice, but he remains good. It must have broken his heart to send his son to Azkaban …

"Due to the high level of danger within the Triwizard Tournament, the Ministry has seen it fit to announce that it shall allow nobody under the age of 17 years to compete ..."

Another outraged uproar sounded, but Dumbledore quelled it. "SILENCE!" Oy, where is a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky when I need one?

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Who knows, I may have a peaceful year at Hogwarts for once."

Hermione nodded. "Perhaps, Harry, but Loki looks a bit worried to me."

Harry looked at her, as he thought, You think? Why should he be worried?

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. Your guess is as good as mine.

"Now, let us meet our two other schools. The first school is the French school Beauxbatons, so let us welcome its lovely ladies under their Headmistress, Madame Maxine!"

Seamus nudged Neville as Madame Maxine passed by them. "Blimey, Neville, is she tall, or what?"

"我觉得她真高，会打篮球得很好！" (I think she is so tall, she can play excellent basketball!)

There were catcalls and whistles as Dumbledore gave Madame Maxine's hand a chivalrous kiss.

As for the female students who followed her, they made a greater impact as the males – in particular, the unattached single males – caught a heavy scent of aphrodisiac charm.

Ron said with a grin, "Bloody hell! I know what I want for dessert ..."

Ginny glared at him. "Ron, will you stop drooling? It is not dinnertime yet!"

"I was not thinking about dinner, Ginny; I was thinking about having myself a pair of those luscious arse cheeks to play with … and the regions nearby … giggity, giggity ..."

SMACK! SMACK! Both Hermione and Ginny whacked him upside the head.

"OW!"

"Now his Southern region decides to wake up?" said Harry. "If he is this much of a drooling idiot around a female, his chances are as good as Medusa."

"Wah wah wah waaaaah!" said Fred and George, imitating the sound of a muted trumpet as other Gryffindor males said, "Ooh, burn!"

Dumbledore fired off yet another Firework Charm to regain silence. "Now for the other school … please welcome the students of Durmstrang in Eastern Europe, under its Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff!"

The Durmstrang students entered with a martial display of staffs that drew sparks of fire as they stamped on the ground, some impressive acrobatics, and a conjured dragon.

"Албус, друже мой!" (Albus, my friend!) said Karkaroff as he hugged him.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Igor. Now that I have finished the announcements for the upcoming year, let's tuck into our wonderful dinner!"

Author's Note: Another fun chapter done. Read and review!

Smiles and laughter,

Loki Palmer