To keep as closse to the book as possible, some parts have been taken from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Harry Potter does not belong to me and I only use it to satisfy my urge of creativity and to try my hand at writing. I thank all who read these stories and review for those reviews full me into writing more and more stories.
Chapter 35
The Wand weighing ceremony was a tradition part of the Triwizard Tournament and so it was normal for it to be done in the Four School version. Still it did not mean Harry had to like it because even though nobody knew he had a wand, it still meant Skeeter was there. Thankfully Luna was able to get an interview privilege from her father and would be there as well with a photographer of her own. Currently he was sitting beside Fleur a sour look on his face as he shoot the devil of a woman glares. At first she had insisted on getting an interview with him but he had plainly refused stating that he would be giving his own interview to the Quibbler. That of course caused her to laugh but with a glare he stated that it was final and nothing she could say would change his decision. Inside the room was a variety of people, Viktor Krum, Ludo Bagman, Albus Dumbledore, Ollivander, Igor Karkaroff, Bartemius Crouch Sr. Olympe Maxime, Fleur, him, Rita Skeeter and his own Headmistress. Luna was there along with her own photographer. It took place in a fairly small classroom with the desk being pushed away to the back. Finally the door opened and the last champion walked in. By the looks of it he had been in Potions but thankfully Severus was nicer then he had been with him the first time. The moment Demeter entered he made a beeline for the seat right beside Harry and gave him a shaky smile that Harry returned.
"Ah, here he is! Champion number four! Now to explain why you have all been asked here it is simple. We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're you most important tools in the task ahead." Bagman stated causing Harry to snort. "Of course for those who have them, the reason why you were also called Mister Potter... oh my..."
"Just call me Harry." Harry stated and Bagman gave a nod.
"As I was saying the reason you were also called here Harry is because a small photoshoot will also be taking place. You have your options between the Daily Prophet or the Quibbler." He stated while motioning to both. Skeeter looked resentfully towards Luna who only smiled at the room in her serene looking way. Miss Skeeter is doing a small piece of the tournament for the Daily Prophet..."
"Perhaps not that small, Ludo." She stated while eyeing Demeter as if he were a hungry piece of meet. "I wounder if I could have a little word with Demeter before we..."
"I'm afraid um miss, that my interview will be giving to the Quibbler like my brother." Demeter stated and Harry had to hold back a snicker at Rita's sour look.
"Well then why don't we begin." Dumbledore stated before motioning to Ollivander. "May I introduce Mr. Ollivander. He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament."
"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first please?" said the man and Harry had to hold back another snort as Fleur gave a fake smile. Still she stood and swept over to Mr. Ollivander. With an elegant motion she handed her wand over. "Hmm..."
He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it close to his eyes and examined it carefully. Harry could see Fleur standing beside him tense and just waiting for him to return her wand to her. Harry knew the felling. All those who fought in war were hesitant to hand there wand over even though they knew they were safe.
"Yes, nine and a haft inches... inflexible... rosewood... containing... dear me..." he whispered and Fleur decided to speak up.
"A hair from the head of a veela. One of my grandmothers." She answered and Harry thought it gave a whole new meaning to the saying like a family member.
"Yes, yes I've never used veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands... however, to each his own and if this suits you..." Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently checking for scratches or bumps; then he muttered, "Orchideous!" and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip. "Very well, very well, it's in fine working order." he said while scooping up the flowers and handing them to flew with her wand. "Mr. Potter you next." Fleur glided back to her seat, smiling as Demeter nervously passed her by. Harry remembered that summer that he had brought Demeter to get a custom made wand just like Mia but they had agreed to only show Ollivander the wand from his own store.
Gently Demeter handed his wand over and the man looked it over.
"Ah, now this is one of mine, isn't' it? Yes I remember it well. Containing a strand from a dragon heart, a large dangerous Chinese Fireball with a nasty temper, Twelve and a quarter inches... mahogany... quite springy. It is in perfect condition." He stated and Demeter smiled then Ollivander sent a stream of silver smoke rings across the room from the tip of the wand, pronounced himself satisdied, and then said. "Mr. Krum is you please."
Viktor Krum got up and slouched, round-shouldered and duck-footed, towards Mr. Ollivander. He trust out his wand and stood scowling, with his hands in the pockets of his robes. Harry had to admit to himself that it wasn't a very good posture but showed everybody that he was not at all happy about handing his wand to somebody else.
"Hmm. This is Gregorovitch creation, unless I'm much mistaken? A fine wand-maker, though the styling is never quite what I... however..." He lifted the wand and examined it minutely, turning it over and over before his eyes. "Yes... hornbeam and dragon heart-string?" He shot at Krum, who nodded. "Rather thicker than one usually sees... quite rigid... ten and a quarter inches... Avis!" The hornbeam wand let off a blast of l;like a gun and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end and through the open window into the watery sunlight. "Good,"
With that Krum took his wand back and slumped back into his seat.
"Well now that that is over..." Ludo stated but Ollivander jumped in.
"If I may, while Mr. Krum and Mademoiselle Delacour are interviewed, I would like to speak to Mr Potter's privately." He stated earning slightly shocked looks from Bagman but Harry agreed and stood. Demeter followed and then brothers followed the man out of the room and into another smaller one.
"Um Mr. Ollivander..." Demeter whispered worried about what the old wand-maker wanted with both Harry and him.
"I understand both of you have secrets to hold and so I will gladly allow you to obliviate me but I cannot in good condition allow two wands to go unchecked. Yes Harry Potter, I know that people think you a squib but us Auror Readers are quite capable of telling the differences. You are a very strong Wizard my boy." He stated causing Harry to chuckle.
"I knew you would notice. It's a mandatory thing for wand-makers." Harry commented.
"Indeed I also brought a wand with me. It seemed that it wished to come and would not allow me to leave it behind." Ollivander stated before taking a box and handing it to Harry. Gently Harry opened it and a smirk formed on his face as he noticed his first wand. Gently taking it he waved it out burst gold and red sparks. "Ah Holly, eleven inches, phoenix feather. Quite curious though."
"I know why it is curious Mr. Ollivander and I thank you for bringing it with you. For now I think it is important that you see our other wands. Demeter you can go first." Harry stated and Demeter gave a nod before handing his wand over.
Demeters second wand had been made at the same place as Mia's, Harry had brought him personally because he knew that the boy would need it.
"Curious, mehogony wood but the cour is very unique. This was custom made for you was it not, by Cleo in Knockturn Alley." Ollivander remarked and Demeter gave a nod. "Chimera hair, Phoenix tail feather and let me see Thestral hair."
Harry had to chuckle at the combination it seemed like neither his, Demeters or Mia's wands had the normal cores. As soon as Demeter handed over the wand Harry gave his.
"Interesting as well, quite a grey wand. Grim fur mixed with Werewolf fur and Phoenix Blood. I never ever used any of those in a wand, much to dangerous especially together. Still this wand sings in harmony as though it was made to go together. Beautiful and powerful, unique and useful." Ollivander stated and Harry gave a nod before accepting his wand back. "Cleo makes some of the oddest yet most powerful wands in the world Mr. Potters' They are all unique and none one has a brother wand. She is the only one I know capable of using Phoenix blood in a wand. You Harry Potter, are the only one with Phoenix Blood in your wand. It has never been used before because not a single phoenix would give blood. Phoenix blood is the rarest substance in the world and something people have always wanted to examine but could not. Take care of those wands boys."
Gently Harry obliviated Ollivander before they returned. Thankfully they were just in time as Skeeter had left seconds before, not at all happy that nobody wanted an interview with her. Krum and Fleur had already given there own interview and Demeter and Harry followed. The photoshoot didn't take long and within an hour they all left the classroom.
Walking down to the Great Hall with Demeter, they both talked about things. When they entered they took seats at Gryffindor table and started to eat. At the head table he could see his mother still pale but she seemed in better spirits then the last time they had spoken.
"Harry, what do you think her reaction will be like when you tell her?" Demeter asked but Harry didn't answer because he didn't know.
The days going up to the first task was quite something. Harry knew that he would be going with flying, Neville and he had been helping Demeter with his own strategy. Harry had gone into the forest again to see the Dragons. It was the same four dragons as when Harry had first done the tournament. He hoped his luck was in it because he didn't want to face that blast Hungarian Horntail again. It had been quite the dragon to face. Currently he and his brother were in the Room of Requirements relaxing from there two hour training.
"Harry, you know a lot of stuff right?" Demeter asked and Harry looked at him.
"I know many things, not everything." He answered and Demeter gave a nod.
"You're an animagus right, would you...would you teach me?" He asked causing Harry to blink. "I want to learn how to become an animagus, I want to do it and I think that it would be really useful in the war to come."
"I was thinking about it actually but I think I'll be teaching two people, you and Mia. Rose isn't ready and she doesn't know of my past, you and Mia do. It will be safer teaching the both of you. What do you say to that?" Harry asked causing Demeter to smile brightly.
"Really Harry! Oh you're the best!" Demeter exclaimed before tackling his brother in a hug that had Harry laughing.
"We'll start after the first task because it's coming up pretty fast. Plus I have to gather some things. It's not a short process but I have to tell you it's rewarding." Harry stated before ruffling Demeter's hair. "Pop's is going to be proud of you."
"You know he'll be proud of you as well." Demeter stated but Harry shook his head.
"They'll be angry, Demeter, I know that. Angry at how much of a liar I was to them. They'll be proud of you and so am I. Still you have to promise me something, promise me that you will always be safe, promise me that if I were to get killed you would be there for mum and pops, for Ginny. She'll need somebody to cry on and I trust you little bro. Please just promise me this." Harry whispered yet his brother's eyes were wide.
"Harry, you're getting a head of yourself you won't die! I know you, you won't die because you can't!" Demeter shouted tears forming in his eyes.
"Anything is possible in war little bro, just promise me." He whispered while thinking about the Horcrox in his own body. He hadn't told his brother about that fact and knew that if he did, Demeter would be a mother hen. It was very well possible that he die during this war. "Promise me."
"I... I promise Harry." He whispered and with a nod Harry stood.
"Now let's get back to training." He stated and both brothers did just that.
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The day of the first task brought quite a bit of fear for many people. All morning Harry had been working with Demeter in the Room of Requirements. Both knew that they were ready but it didn't stop the fact that they had to go up against a Dragon, again in Harry's case. Finally just before lunch they dressed for their task. Beauxbotom, Durmstrang and Hogwarts all had uniforms for their students, Nature had allowed Harry to chose his own and to just put the crest of the school on his chest.
Looking at himself Harry let a sigh leave his lips. His clothes consisted of something he would wear in the future, or at least a variation. Black dragon hid pants that had dark armour on his knees that was actually sown into the pants. Dragon hid boots, white dress shirt with a black dragon hid long sleeved vest over it. On his chest was the Nature crest but it would be replaced with the Grim Reapers crest later on. In the future he would also have dark armour on his shoulders and his cloak attached to it. He had cut his hair the other day and now it reached just past his shoulders but was tied in a low ponytail.
"Well I'm dressed for this thing." he whispered while examining himself.
Shaking his head he left for the Great Hall. Arriving he noticed that the other champions were also dressed for the task. Thankfully Fleur's uniform was slightly different, hers was white leather pants and jacket. On her chest was the crest of Beauxbatton. He gave her a nod which she returned before sitting beside Ron and Hermione.
"You look as though you're ready for war." Hermione whispered causing him to snort.
"Almost, it's based off my old outfit." Harry answered before taking a bight from a tuna sandwich.
"Demeter, is he ready?" Ron asked and Harry gave a nod.
"Yes, he is." Harry gave a nod while looking at his brother who was pale. Thankfully Neville was at his side trying to sooth his worries. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Sirius standing above him.
"Hey Sirius." He greeted.
"Pup, be safe." he whispered and Harry gave a nod.
"I will be."
Far to soon for Harry's comfort, lunch ended and the Champions were lead towards the tent near the arena that had been built specifically for the Task. It was a cold November afternoon, but Harry knew that soon for each champion it wouldn't seem that cold.
"Now, don't panic Harry, you'll do fine with a level head." Harry's Headmistress stated causing Harry to smile.
"Don't worry Headmistress, I'll be just fine." He stated before giving her a nod that she returned after that he entered the tent. It didn't take long for Demeter to follow in and stumble towards him. Clasping his shoulder he gave his brother a nod that he returned before turning his attention to something else. Finally Barty Crouch Sr. And Ludo Bagman entered the tent.
"Well now that we are all here, let us get started." Bagman stated and all the champions gathered around him. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" - he held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them - "from which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different... er... varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too... ah, yes... your task is to collect the golden egg!"
Harry looked around, Demeter was still pale but he gave a nod to show his understanding. Fleur was also pale again but not as much as she had been the first time. Krum hadn't reacted at all though. In no time at all the stadium was filled with contestant. Finally Bagman was opening the neck of the purple silk sack.
"Ladies first." He said offering the bag to Fleur.
Gently she put her shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon, a Welsh Green. It had the number two around its neck. Harry could see the determined look on the blond beauty face. The next to go was Krum and he held a scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck. Harry had to groan at the fact that there were only two dragons left and one was the worst dragon. Demeter was next to put his hand into the bag, and when he brought it out a blueish-grey Swedish Short – Snout appeared, the number one tied around its neck. Harry wanted to breath a sigh of relief but also cursed his pour luck. Putting his hand into the silk bag he pulled it out again to reveal the Hungarian Horntail, and the number four. The little module dragon extended its wings as it looked around and bared it's minuscule fangs, that Harry knew, were far bigger on the real thing.
"Well, there you are! You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragon. Now I must leave you all as I am commentating. Mr. Demeter Potter, you're first. Just go out and to the enclosure when you hear a whistle, all right?"
Demeter gave a shaky nod before looking to Harry who gave him a smile. In his hand the little dragon statue was looked around, crawling up his arm.
"You'll do fine." He whispered and Demeter gave a shaky smile before leaving for the enclosure. Sitting down on a chair Harry rested back against his seat while closing his eyes. With a soft whisper his mind was filled with images. It was a spell that the Grim Reapers had used quite a few times. There eyes would look through the eyes of another person and the image of what that person was looking at would be seen though their eyes.
Instantly he noticed the dragon and then he noticed Demeter. He was shaking but he was fairing well. Thanks to both Harry and Neville they had been able to teach him a few advanced spells, one being the dragon harp spell. This one spell, not known by many, had been found in the Ravenclaw Property near Hogwarts. It was a spell that, when played, put a dragon to sleep. Thankfully Demeter had been able to learn it and master it. As he continued to play the song, the dragon swiftly fell asleep and Demeter approached the nest. Gently taking the Golden egg, he continued to play and back away. At last the Dragon handlers were able to bring the dragon away and Demeter was left unharmed. Opening his eyes he let a smile form on his face. His brother had done it. The stadium burst into cheers and Harry was reminded of a roaring dragon, with how load it was.
"Very good indeed!" Bagman shouted. "And now the marks from the judges!"
Still he didn't shout of the marks but Harry knew that Demeter would have gotten a good set of marks.
"One down, three to go!" Bagman yelled as the whistle blew again. "Miss Delacour, if you please!"
With a gulp Fleur stood from her position and she walked out of the tent, head held high and her hand clutching her wand. That left both he and Krum in the tent alone and neither spoke. Suddenly Bagman's voice filled the air.
"Look at her superb strategy, oh quite well thought out. Dear Merlin look at her go!" Harry smiled to himself as he listened, he knew that Fleur would be doing good, she had already faced the damn dragon before after all. It also seemed like Fleur hadn't used the same tack-tick as the last time. Suddenly the stadium burst into cheers showing the Fleur had gotten the egg. There was a pause for Fleur's marks before more cheering, then for the third time a whistle blew.
"And here comes Mr. Krum!" Cried Bagman and Krum slouched out, leaving Harry quite alone still he did not mind. It gave him time to relax.
"Very daring!" Bagman was yelling and Harry looked up at the tent flap as he heard the Chinese Fireball emit a horrible, roaring shriek, while the crowed drew its collective breath. "That's some nerve he's showing – and – yes, he's got the egg!"
Harry smirked as he stood, it was going to be his turn, soon. It took a few minutes for the points to be done and then the whistle blew. Walking out through the entrance of the tent, through the trees, and then a gap in the enclosure fence. Instantly everything came into sigh, hundreds and hundreds of faces staring down at him from the stands that had been magicked there since he's last stood on this spot. There in the centre of the ring was the Horntail, crouched low over her clutched of eggs, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon him, a monstrous, scaly, black lizard, thrashing her spiked tail, heaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground. Harry remembered this moment perfectly, it was the same as the last time. The crowd was making a great deal of noise, but Harry blocked it out of his mind. Gently he summoned his elemental wind blade so that it appeared in his hands with a tornado of wind.
Just as that was done the Horntail let a large burst of fire leave it's body and Harry raised his sword and a large wind tornado surrounded him. Fire went past on each side and when it stopped so did the tornado but Harry was on the ground. Thanks to the wind he could form he had jumped high into the sky. With a second gust he avoided the fire sent his way and landed not far from the eggs. Swiftly running he dodged the fire again and finally grasping the egg in his arms summonsed his wind guardian that brought him away from the dragon.
Landing the noise of the stadium finally broke through his thoughts and he was met with cheers and screams of amazement.
"What a brilliant show of Elemental Power! Harry Potter, the only Elemental in the tournament has proven that even though he is unable to perform magic with wands he can perform magic with such amazing ability!" Bagman stated and everybody cheered. Harry watched as the Dragon was taken off the field and then looked to the judges. Instantly he was welcomed by Ron and Hermione who were both smiling brightly at him.
"That was brilliant Harry! Just brilliant, you were so high!" Hermione exclaimed causing Harry to laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.
"There going to give out you're scores!" Ron said before the trio left to look.
Harry watched as the judges all raised their wands to give scores, the first judge was Madame Maxime. What looked like a silver ribbon shot out of her and and twisted itself into a large nine. The next one was Mr. Crouch he also shout out a nine. Dumbledore was third and shockingly he sent out a ten. Bagman sent out a nine, the next was Karkaroff that sent up a four, Harry didn't bother reacting. The bloody coward wasn't worth it. Finally it was his headmistress who gave a ten.
"Good job mate, you're in first place!" said Charlie Weasley as he walked towards him. "Great job with that Horntail Harry, not a single scratch, you did great."
"Thanks Charlie." Just then Harry was tackled in a hug by his mother who was babbling about his task.
"Mum! Your suffocating him!" Came a shout and instantly Lily was pulled back by James. Still Harry found this the man was smiling brightly down at him. "That was great Harry!"
"Thanks."
"Harry, Demeter, Bagman wants a word with all the Champions in the Champions tent." Sirius stated and Harry gave a nod before Demeter and him left for the tent.
Entering the tent, Harry and Demeter were talking when Fleur and Krum walked in as well.
"Well done all of you!" Bagman said as he bounced into the tent looking as pleased as could be. It was as if he had just past a dragon. "Now, just a quick few words. You've got a nice long break before the second task, which will take place at haft past nine on the morning of February the twenty-fourth – but we've giving you something to think about in the meantime! If you look down at those golden eggs you're all holding, you will see that they open... see the hinges there? You need to solve the clue inside the egg – because it will tell you what the second task is, and enable you to prepare for it! All clear? Sure? Well, off you go then!"
With that both Demeter and Harry left the tent together, they were joined by Ron and Hermione then by Neville who clapped Demeter's back. Suddenly Harry was tackled by Ginny who swiftly attached her lips to his own. There were a few cat calls in the background but all Harry did was wrap his arms around Ginny and kissed her right back. When she finally let go she had a giant smile on her face.
"That was brilliant." She whispered causing him to laugh softly.
"Thanks."
"Congratulations, Demeter!" Came a cheer and everybody turned to see Rita Skeeter standing there in acid-green robes, her Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand. "I wounder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How you feel now, about the fairness of the scoring?"
Harry looked at his brother who glared at the woman, even after they had refused to give the woman an interview she had gone and published things that caused their father to sew the Daily Prophet.
"What about you Harry?" She asked while giving him a, what she probably considered, a seductive smile.
"Yes I can say something, Good-bye." Harry snarled before taking his brother by the shoulder and walking away.