Chapter 1 Who Dares?!
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"Harry Potter!" shouted Albus Dumbledore
Fourteen year old Harry James Potter stared at the Goblet of Fire in shock. His name had been come out of the Goblet of Fire. He was the Fourth Triwizard Champion. The fourth champion for a tournament meant for three. He was in shock. Well he was also worried, pissed, and resigned to his fate. All in bunched into one really. But he was saved when the Goblet suddenly burst forth a fiery red and gold pillar of flames.
*"Who dares put my Heir in the Triwizard Tournament?!"* bellowed a powerful, rich, and furious voice from the Goblet itself, making the very castle itself shake and quake from his fury
Nobody dared speak as a head suddenly began to appear to be coming out of the Goblet itself. The body of a tall, muscular man with a lion-like mane of wavy red hair and a beard to match. He had green eyes, peach-coloured skin, and an empty sword's scabbard on his left hip. He was wearing segmented red sword gauntlets adorned with gold fittings that are rather worn and burned-looking. He was also wearing magnificent red robes with gold highlights and rather intricate designs on the sleeves. His rather powerful and stern gaze was directed solely at Dumbledore, who looked as pale as snow. This was Godric Gryffindor in the flesh.
Godric felt his Heir here, and he knew to whom he was. Such a powerful young wizard he was. More powerful than Godric had been in his youth. He had watched for millennia as his line died out til only the female lines remained. It was sad, but not all men were fertile, so he knew it was bound to happen. He had specifically watched the lines of Potter, Longbottom, and Weasley. Three of his female lines that all were proud of their relations to him, even if they were doing it subconsciously now. The Weasleys had gained his red hair. The Potters are his warrior's pride and power. And the Longbottoms got his strong belief in fighting alongside their allies and an equal amount of his power as the Potters. He had expected, however, for the Potters to be the first to summon his sword from the Hat. It was just in there very nature. The Weasleys, while having courage and chivalry, lacked determination most of the time. The Longbottoms, while lacking chivalry, had courage and determination. The Potters, however, had all three. So he held firm in his belief that they would be the first to pull the sword from the Hat. And he was right. A Potter had a pulled the sword from the Hat.
Harry and everyone in the Great Hall stared at the legendary figure in awe, shock, and some, namely the Slytherins, weariness. How was this possible? Had Godric Gryffindor defied *death*? Had he defied the natural order of life and death? Was this some power of his? These were the many questions running through the heads of the students.
Suddenly the Hogwarts Ghosts filed into the Great Hall in an orderly fashion, much unlike themselves, and spread out in a formation before Godric Gryffindor, all with their backs to the House Tables. They then bowed in respect to Godric Gryffindor. Peeves was the first to rise and speak.
"All hail his Lord and Grace, the powerful, the deadly, the handsome, the Casanova himself, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Gryffindor, Godric Alexandrus Gryffindor. Now bow you peasants" said Peeves in a formal tone with respect towards his Lord and with a crazy grin
All the pureblood Heirs and Heiresses, the half-blood Heirs and Heiresses, and even some Muggleborns stood up and bowed in respect, taking Peeves formal tone, Harry included, though he felt a strange tingle in the back of his mind nudging him to do so. He was afterall, unknowing of proper pureblood etiquette.
Godric raised an eyebrow at all the bowing, and chuckled to himself.
"Thank you, Sir Peeves of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Prewett. That was a most satisfactory yet still overdone introductory. 7/10" said Godric to Peeves, who pouted at the 7/10 scoring
"That performance was worth at least a 9/10" argued Peeves childishly
"Yes, but my Rowena would not agree nor approve of me still being 'The Casanova' after our marriage" explained Godric, and Peeves paled, well as paled as a poltergeist could be, in realization of the implications that would ensue
"My apologies, Lord Gryffindor" apologized Peeves, and Godric nodded in acceptance before turning to face Dumbledore again
"Now I ask again, why is my Heir being forced into this Tournament, which I am keenly aware has been restricted for 17 year old witches and wizards. This Tournament has a high kill ratio, and whoever put my Heir's name in is trying to keep the Most Ancient and Noble House of Gryffindor in the classifications of being extinct" asked Godric curtly
"May I know to whom you speak of? There is no Heir Gryffindor as far as I am aware" asked Dumbledore carefully
"I may be classified as 'dead' in this realm of existence, but not in the one where I have resided since my 'death' and have watched my line die out to only have sub-lines of previously married daughters of Gryffindor House left. I remember three good families that my daughters married into. No who were they? Oh ho! Yes, Potter, Longbottom, and Weasley. I watched these Houses closely, for they took pride in their heritage. To be related to me" said Godric sadly yet with a hint of pride with his forementioned descendants, who all looked surprised and yet pleased to be related to *the Godric Gryffindor*
"That does not tell us who your Heir is" said Minerva McGonagall briskly, and Godric turned to her with another raised eyebrow
"The answer should be obvious, Minerva Victoria McGonagall, Daughter of the Ancient and Noble House of McGonagall, another descendant I openly approve of" said Godric, and McGonagall smiled proudly at his stating his pride in her being his descendant
"The one who pulled forth my sword from Altair the Sorting Hat in his Second Year. He who found and went bravely and nobly into the Chamber of Secrets to save the sister of his best friend. He who saved Ginerva Molly Weasley from possession and certain death. The one who slayed the Basilisk that dwelled inside the Chamber of Secrets. You yourself appointed him as the Gryffindor House Team's Seeker. The youngest Seeker in a century. He whose name just came out of the Goblet of Fire, a device that me and my fellow Founders created as both a impartial third party and as fail-safe in regards to our recognized and Last of Line Heirs. Why I speak of none other than Hadrian James Potter. Son of proud Gryffindors James and Lily Potter. Grandson of proud Gryffindor Charlus Potter" said Godric, and Harry stared at him with wide eyes
He wasn't just Gryffindor's descendant. He was also Heir Gryffindor? His grandfather was Charlus Potter? What was this about Heirships? He didn't need more fame than he already had.
*But you should take pride in what you have achieved. No mere First Year can or will take on a fully grown mountain troll. No mere Second Year can defeat and face a Basilisk head-on. No mere Third Year can fend off a hundred Dementors with but a single fully corporal Patronus Charm. Matter-of-fact, nobody unworthy could pull the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat. These are feats to be proud of. To boast about, but not exaggerate about. Speak truth and be proud of what you've done* said a deep, rich voice in his head, and Harry realized it was right
"Now let's discuss things of relevance, shall we. Hadrian "Harry" Potter, my Heir Gryffindor, has been forced into this bloody Tournament, and I myself know the rules better than all of you. I as his magical guardian, yes, I am his magical guardian until my time is up on this plane, shall train him to be ready for each task of this mortally dangerous tournament. This is a family matter, so our allies of Bulgaria and France can't refute it" said Godric with a smug grin at Madame Maxime's and Igor Karkaroff's affronted expressions
"That is entirely unfair and how do we know that Hogwarts didn't cheat to have two chances at the rewards?!" demanded Igor Karkaroff
"Please, this tournament has always been about bragging rights between our schools. And as I said it is a family matter, which you, Karkaroff, are not a part of" scoffed Godric
"Come, Hadrian Potter, and let's meet your fellow Champions" said Godric, and looked out at the sea of students
Harry nervously trudged forward, never noticing Ron's jealous scowl or Hermione's frown. He walked up to Godric and bowed respectfully.
"None of that, Hadrian. You are my Heir, no Heir of mine shall ever bow to me. I am but a fellow man and Gryffindor, and we are not perfect nor so self-absorbed to think because we are seperated in ranking by the titles of Lord and Heir that the Heir must bow before the Lord" said Godric good-naturedly
"Why do you call me Hadrian? My name is Harry" asked Harry
"Your magical name is Hadrian, your public name is Harry" said Godric with a frown. Was his Heir not aware of his social standing? He took in the rags he wore, and wondered if he knew he could afford the nicest or even the simplest of clothes. Especially ones that weren't four sized too big.
"I did not know, Mr. Gryffindor" said Harry respectfully
"Call me, Godric, Hadrian" said Godric, and Harry nodded
"Could my, er, fellow descendants be trained as well, Godric?" asked Harry, and Godric nodded but with a frown
"Take note that many here are descendants of mine, some not particularly proud of being related to me, so I will have to approve of who else I will be teaching" said Godric
"I just wanted my best friend Ron Weasley, his brothers, Fred and George Weasley, and my dormmate, Neville Longbottom, Godric" said Harry, and never saw Ron's gobsmacked and quickly ashamed look at this proclamations. He was jealous of his friend who still tried to do something nice for him. Fred and George were also gobsmacked, while Neville was shell-shocked.
"They are approved" said Godric with a smile
"Uh, Mr. Gryffindor, may I to learn under you?" asked a respectful yet somewhat scared Hermione Granger abruptly
"What is your name, child?" asked Godric evenly
"Hermione Granger, sir" said Hermione with a smile
"No, I am sorry, but no descendant of mine has ever married a Granger, which is a surname I don't recognize. Only my descendants may learn from me for I will be teaching them Gryffindor Family Secrets" said Godric, and Hermione immediately became outraged, forgetting to whom she was speaking to
"That's not fair! So just because I am a Muggleborn I can't learn what *your* family deems *secret*! Tsk. Harry and Ron will just teach me afterwards!" shouted Hermione before crossing her arms with a sneer on her face
Ron looked affronted that she'd think he'd do that for her. He knew what it meant to teach those not of the family any of their secrets. Fred and George looked at her like she was crazy. Harry looked shocked that Hermione had this side to her. How had he never seen it before?
"You are neither brave nor noble, and are unworthy of membership into the Gryffindor House of Hogwarts. You would've been better off in Ravenclaw House, but not with Rowena's approval. She'd be thoroughly disgusted with your superiority complex and attitude towards the beliefs and traditions of a society you are welcomed with open arms into. I bet you horde knowledge and lord it over others. You take pleasure in being the smartest. I have watched you whilst watching my other descendants. You are often depicted as the smartest of your generation and compared to Lily Potter nee Evans. Have you ever created a spell with your collected knowledge? No, you haven't. You lack any creativity. You speak directly from books which hold what info the author deems accurate. You are neither the brightest witch of your generation nor the next Lily Evans. Lady Hogwarts, please bring forth the No-House Table!" said Godric before shouting out to the castle itself, which seemed to purr at his command and the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables spread further apart as another table appeared, but it lacked any decorations or banner to symbolize it's status as a House of Hogwarts
"Now please vacate my table, Ms. Granger and move to the empty one. Know this, that was a *command*" said Godric strongly, and Hermione, thoroughly humiliated moved tables as everyone glared and or stared at her in disgust and anger
Godric grabbed Harry's shoulder and walked towards the Champions' antechamber. He looked back at the Great Hall and said for all to hear "I will answer questions about myself and the other Founders at my next free time"
Godric lead Harry into the antechamber, where the other Champions had been waiting patiently. Victor Krum lay against a nearby wall looking nonplussed. Fleur Delacour sat in a comfy chair looking as radiantly beautiful as always. Cedric Diggory sat in a comfy chair as well nervously bouncing his left leg and foot on the ground. The Headmasters and Headmistress came in, and two out of three quickly relayed to their Champions, in a non so subtle way about Harry's entrance into the Triwizard Tournament. The immediate response was not overly surprising to Harry.
"What?! This leetle boy is supposed to compete with us?!" exclaimed Fleur angrily, subconsciously releasing her Allure, which didn't faze Godric, surprisingly Harry, Dumbledore, Maxime, Snape, and McGonagall, but the rest became glassy eyed, well save Krum, he just grunted
"You are Fleur Delacour, are you not?" asked Godric
"Yes, Monsieur Gryffindor, I am Heiress Fleur Delacour" said Fleur stiffly
"I remember the Delacours. Back in my day they were a Noble House. I expect they are Ancient or Most Ancient by now though. Good people. Noble stock. Good morals. I would stand side-by-side with a Delacour in battle any day" said Godric proudly, and Fleur beamed with pride for her family
"But you yourself bring great shame to the Delacour Family" said Godric sternly, and silence filled the room
Fleur looked like she'd been slapped. Her mouth was open like a fish but no words came out. She was shocked. Godric Gryffindor. A man her Papa spoke about in her family history teachings had aligned himself with the Delacours as proud allies of the House of Gryffindor, had just claimed she brought disgrace to her family. He spoke so proudly of their alliance yet she brought shame to her family. She wanted to cry at the utter shame and humiliation she felt at that moment, but she wouldn't. She wouldn't do her family anymore shame.
"You speak so crassly to Hadrian Potter, yet you don't know the lad. I know that you've only spoke to him once and that was to ask for a plate of food. I may need to speak to the current Lord Delacour while I am in this plane about the future of the Gryffindor-Delacour Alliance. Especially because the Potter-Gryffindor Alliance is just as strong standing as the former, and yet you speak so crassly towards the Heir Potter. While the Delacours are great allies and friends of House Gryffindor, the Potters are warriors and family through and through" said Godric, and Fleur nodded. She wouldn't apologize. Not yet. It was too soon and would look as if she was weak and was trying solely to make amends for a wrongdoing that she was only apologizing for the sake of making amends, not because she was particularly apologetic.