How I Changed Fate- Chapter 14: When Shit Hits the Fan

When the summer started Harry got accustomed to living with us in Ireland pretty well, and took to his training to be "Lord Potter" pretty quickly. One day, when Mhamó* was out on business, he and I decided to hang out. We were both enjoying reading when he started to speak. "Louise?"

"Yeah?"

"This old book mentioned a Triwizard tournament that some schools hosted, what exactly was its intended purpose?"

"Harry, the Triwizard tournament was intended to be a recruitment method that three schools would band together to endorse their schools over the others. It was used during a time when wizard population was so low that funding said schools became harder to do. When the population spiked and went back to normal the practice of doing the tournament was then to show case the strength of the schools. Now it is banned because it was endangering children's lives and was pointless to keep up."

"Well it's a good thing to realize their mistake before it got any worse. I just was wondering what other sports or tournaments the wizarding world did and then I ran across it being mentioned in an old book, so I thought to ask."

"Well, I'm glad you are taking an interest in wizard life. Though our sports are limited we do have something similar to the Olympics in the wizarding world."

"Really?" Harry asked shocked.

"Yeah, after the Triwizard tournament was out of practice the wizards still wanted a safer way to demonstrate their skills so they took a page from the Muggle world and formed a wizard version of the Olympics."

"Wow, why didn't the book I read mention that?"

"Even though it is less dangerous, it is something considered not well known in the British ministry because it endorses the use of 'darker' spells and abilities."

"'Darker?'"

"Yes, many of our laws prevent the use of many of the spells that are used at the Wizarding Olympics and is thus not broadcasted to the general populace as something to watch. Now, what made you curious about the sports available?"

"Well, I have only ever heard of Quidditch and wondered if there were any other sports that wizards play."

I knew that I had to get him to agree to go to the Quidditch world cup so I brought it up. "Harry, you know that the Quidditch world cup is coming up did you want to come with me and Mhamó, or would you like to go with the Weasley's?"

He looked at me and his cheeks pinked a bit. "I would love to go with you."

I could feel the rush of giddy, happiness, and… love. Harry had a crush on me? Me? Wow that is just weird. I was not thinking that he would ever feel that way about me. I was also hoping he wouldn't act on those feeling because I would never be able to tell him no.

I knew his story after all. I practically lived his story. A love starved child showing the world up by doing their best. They fought long and hard for just an inkling of affection from anyone, and once someone pays attention to them; they cling to that love for as long as they can hoping it works out in the end.

Harry yearns for love that will never abandon him, and if he were to tell me how he felt… I just wouldn't be able to tell him no. I hoped that he would eventually stop his crush but I knew that he probably wouldn't.

When I had gathered enough courage to speak again, I used words I thought might hurt him. "You realize Draco will be there, too right?"

To my surprise Harry just smiled at me and said. "Of course, he would be there too, he's your best friend."

The conversation tapered off here and nothing really exciting happened till the Quidditch world cup. I couldn't change anything for that night. Well, except maybe one thing. "My wand was stolen by one of those… people. They shot the mark in the sky with it and then dropped it."

"Are you sure it wasn't the house elf?"

"I would be willing to say it under Veritaserum."

The poor creature didn't deserve to be cast out for stealing something she didn't steal, plus since I now knew what happened when a house elf was tossed out… Let's just say she wasn't better off without a family.

After the Quidditch World Cup I realized that there was only really one person I had to save during this year. Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Heartthrob, and the unfortunate person who was killed during the Triwizard Tournament. The only way to save him, would be to take his place. Yet, how do you convince him to not enter.

Then I remembered something: the age line. Dumbledore repeatedly mentions that the age line would keep the younger years from being able to enter, but there is a small loop hole. The story mentions that the line itself doesn't stop the older students from entering but when Harry actually makes it in, they ask him if an older student put his name in for him. This means that the cup itself follows no rules regarding age. I don't have to convince Cedric to not put himself in, but instead I have to convince him to put me in as well.

With that in mind all I had to do was wait patiently for the games to begin.

Mhamó= Grandma.