AN: I just thought it would be nice to put in a chapter to describe WHY Harry isn't also a Hogwarts Champion.
Harry POV:
It was finally time for the Champions to be announced for the TriWizard Tournament, I could barely contain my excitement to see the different schools competing. Finally, this was the year I'm not the center of attention. Feels weird to have a normal school year, Malfoy and his cronies haven't given anyone a hard time. Other than that not much has been out of the ordinary, or at least everyone seems to believe so.
"Hey Harry, how are you doing?" Neville asked me, "Who do ya reckon will be the Hogwarts Champion?"
"Hey Nev, I was starting to think you had forgotten about me," I joked with him. He gave me a deadpanned look as he looked at me. "Hahaha, I'm joking Neville. You are one of the few people who have actually been by my side through everything. But honestly, I am just so glad to not be in the spotlight this year. I don't envy the bloke who has to face these four tasks."
"Come on Harry, are you really telling me you don't want a chance at the Galleon prize?! I'd do anything for a chance at that kind of prize," Ron said across the table.
"Hush you lot, the goblet is announcing the Champions!" Hermione pointed to the goblet as the fires flared.
Going from blue to pink, spouting the Champions slips of papers as Dumbledore announced their names. "Champion of Durmstrang is Victor Krum! The Champion of Beauxbatons is Fluer Delacour! The Champion of Hekate's Traveling School is Celena!" At this, there was no cheering from her school, all of their features were actually covered by cloaks as a single one of them walked towards where the other Champions had gone through. "Now the Hogwarts Champion is… Cedric Diggory!" A roar came from the Hufflepuff table as the Lions and Ravens joined in with some of the Snakes cheering as well. "Now that all the Champions have been selected, might I present their prize! In addition to the Galleon prize money, they will be awarded the QuadWizard cup!" With that, the trophy was revealed from underneath a cloth. It glowed with letters fading in and out of the surface, arranging to spell 'WIZ', I stared in awe until the Goblet's flames started to roar and spout out a single piece of paper.
"Hermione, is that supposed to happen?" looking at her I can tell by her face that it wasn't supposed to be.
"Harry Potter," Dumbledore called out. I paled as I forced my body to get up, walking towards him with the whole Hall in silence. Looking back before going into the door I could see the Hufflepuff table fuming, the Slytherins all glared while the other two houses were silent, still in shock with two of the visiting schools. However, I could see Madam Levesque stand with the rest of her school as one. They approached the other Headmasters and it was all I saw until I went into the room with the other Champions.
Time skip till after they started questioning Harry
Celena POV:
"Harry, did you ask one of the older students to put your name into the Goblet?"
" No sir," Harry replied.
"He is lying!" Madame Maxime exclaimed.
"Dumbledore, if we knew that the Host school would have a second Champion then we would've had much more to discuss during our talks!" Kakaroff said feeling offended.
"Enough!" I couldn't help but smirk as my Mistress Hazel was able to shut the bickering adults up. "What has happened has happened regardless of where the blame falls upon. Harry Potter, do you wish to be a part of this tournament?" She asked the poor child.
"No Madame Hazel. I just wanted to have a normal year of school for once," Harry said looking so frustrated, "My first year I had to face almost certain doom, my second I had to fight a Baskilisk, and just last year I had to find out that my Godfather was Sirius Black! I don't want to be a part of this God-forsaken tournament!"
"I apologize Mr. Potter, but when your name came out of the Goblet you have entered a magically binding contract. One which is nearly impossible to escape from, thus you are to participate in the tournament." The minister of Britain stated with a lost thought.
"Actually, there is a way to dissolve his contract," Hazel announced, drawing everyone's attention to her. I caught her eyes as she gave me a nod with her head.
"Mistress Hazel, are you certain?" I asked hesitantly. "While I do agree that Harry is too young to be in this tournament I doubt that my sisters and I should be involved."
"And what is it exactly might I ask that three mere students would be able to do to dissolve the contract of a powerful magical artifact?" Professor Snape asked with skepticism in his voice. I felt blood rush to my ears, how dare he look down on my Mistress!
"You know what?! SISTERS! WE GATHER!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I threw off my cloak revealing my tattoos of symbols that glowed on my skin. My sisters came literally bursting through the door. They had on similar outfits to mine as they threw off their cloaks to show off their tattoos as well. We started to glow in gold as we felt our minds focus on Harry. Our eyes started to darken fully black as we started to levitate side by side next to each other. We vaguely heard the wizards gasp as the white mist started to coil around our feet. Our powers started to link together as we started to see the threads of the magical contract surrounding and binding Harry's magic. The blue threads of the Goblet were wrapped around his magical core.
Acting as one, the three sisters reached out to grasp the threads and spoke in an eerie tone that had power rolling off their tongues, "Harry James Black Potter, we as three sisters who represent the three before us present to you an opportunity. What fate shall you alter tonight?"
He looked at the three goddesses looking witches with awe, his magic mesmerized by their beauty. "I only wish to go about how I planned this school year to be like, without me being the center of attention and for Cedric Diggory to be the Hogwarts Champion."
"By the power of Clotho, she who spins fate, Lachesis, she who weaves your fate, and Atropos, she who cuts it, Harry James Potter you are hereby released from both this Tournament and from the false prophecy your life has been misled by," the three sisters stated. Then suddenly there was a flash of golden light and the three went back to normal with their cloaks donned.
"What was that magic?!" The minister asked us, we stayed silent as our Mistress gestured their attention back to her.
"As you can see, students of Hekate's Traveling school of Sorcery are bound only to laws of magic itself. These three beautiful ladies can nullify any mystical or legal contract should both parties agree. It does take a lot out of them and with such a powerful contract being dissolved they will need rest. Now, I will take my students back to our campsite and wait for the first task. Harry, you are no longer obligated to participate in the Tournament, and should you have any kind of negative side effects I suggest you come to visit us quickly. Professor Dumbledore could just say after examining it the whole thing was just a prank by some students or something," Mistress Hazel started commanding the other Headmasters to gather their students and keep an eye on things. Whoever put Harry's name in the Goblet is obviously not friendly. All the wizards started to leave, as Dumbledore tried to take Harry out of the room the boy just walked up to our Mistress. Subtly, my sisters and I placed a hand on each of our scissors. We had no idea if he was a friend or foe yet.
"Madame Hazel, would it be possible if I asked you a couple of things about what had happened?" He looked at her with so much confusion in his eyes. We saw her face soften as she took his hand in hers.
"We will continue this discussion tomorrow evening, I will send one of us to get you. For now, go and enjoy being a child," with those words she let her magic out to soothe his worries away.
"Thank you." With that, we simply left the castle to celebrate around a bonfire at our campsite. There was plenty of chanting around the fire, alcohol was being passed around, and the air was thick with magic. We partied from dusk till dawn, Uncle Percy, Nico, and Jason were asleep in the arms of their respective lovers. Auntie Piper, Thalia, and Annabeth were exchanging funny stories about the boys with Mistress Hazel and Uncle Will. As for everyone else we might have fallen asleep around the fire, too tired to climb into our tents.