*OF TEARS IN TIME, REALITY AND THE MULTI-VERSE*
Albus Dumbledore was not having a very day as he looked out across the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Mixed in with his students were the student bodies of Durmstrang and Beauxbaton's, the other two schools to compete in the latest bad omen to befall Hogwarts in the last three years: The Tri-Wizard Tournament.
The Board of Governors in all its blinding brilliance, led by the boisterous voice of Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, had felt Hogwarts needed to regain face after the many unfortunate incidents in the previous years, namely Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrel trying to steal a heavily guarded item hidden in the school and one Ginny Weasley being possessed by a Dark Magic tainted diary & unleashing a basilisk on the muggleborn population of the school, that Unfortunately the sole female Weasley died before help could be rendered; out of that darkness was the only slightly good news the diary and basilisk were made non-issues thanks to a parselmouth from the Department of Mysteries & a team Black-Grade Aurors. The muggleborns who had been petrified were more than sufficiently traumatized that more than a few, half of the victims to be precise, swore off ever stepping back into Hogwarts as long as he or any current member of his staff was employed there. The last he heard was that half of the victims that didn't return, meaning a quarter of the total petrified students before the basilisk amd diary were destroyed, presented themselves and their families to the ministry to have their minds wiped of all knowledge of magic being real citing the fact they could've been killed by a snake monster as old as the school and would rather face a muggle firing squad than go back to that unsafe mad house. He felt a part of him darken that day as once promising witches and wizards memories were obliviated of magic, their families was too, before their cores were bound to squib to levels.
Albus' thoughts were interrupted seeing a change take hold in the goblet. "It would seem the Goblet is ready to choose the Champions in a moment or so" Dumbledore began grimly as he saw the flames begin to go blue. "Let me remind each of you chosen to represent your school that your selection constitutes a binding magical contract. You must compete and perform each of the tasks or lose your magic & consequently your life if you do not."
Gasps arose around the hall from the Hogwarts students. The Headmaster said that the tournament was dangerous but he never said their magic was at risk if they failed to complete a task! Dying via magic loss was not worth a thousand galleons and eternal glory!
"The Champion for Durmstrang is Viktor Krum!"
The international quidditch star went to the gesture antechamber with little fanfare despite the roaring applause he received from his overexcited fans. The level of excitement was too much in his personal opinion given Igor had ensured that he was the only one of the Durmstrang contingent to actually enter, he was more than aware of the washed out Death Eater using a modified Imperius curse to have all the other boys enter parchments with his name on it. How the man made it happen without tripping any sort of security spell or enchantment against multiple entries for one person he did not know. His working theory was the Goblet of Fire used a charm, rune or spell to determine magical signatures were not duplicated therefore the parchments all bearing his name was a non-issue.
"The Champion for Beauxbaton Academy de Magique, apologies if my pronunciation sounds a mockery, is Fleur Delacour!"
A tall silvery blonde witch with sapphire blue eyes stood from the Ravenclaw table. While her schoolmates did not clap, they were actually glaring harshly at her with rage in their eyes, most of the males in the hall applauded loudly and a few went so far as to let out wolf whistles of approvals. Fleur didn't particularly care though as she strode purposefully toward the antechamber. All her life she had to deal with everyone's prejudice and belittlement just because she was a Veela. Women hated her without cause thinking she would try to steal their men and guys lust after because they could not fight the Allure inherited by all Veela- it left her a very borderline cold & heartless person with the only exceptions being her mother, father and sister. This tournament was her chance to prove to those stuck up bitches in her school she was more than just a Veela, she was a damn powerful witch worth respecting or at the very least fearing!
Once the applause stopped, not to mention the male population coming back under control, a third parchment was spit out. "The Hogwarts Champion is Hufflepuffs own Cedric Diggory!"
Uproarious applause and cheers erupted from the badger crested Hogwarts table. Quite a few girls blushed as said boy stood, flexed exaggeratedly showing the strength of his Seeker toned form and winked flirtatiously before heading to the chamber where the other two Champions waited. Even if he didn't come out the victor of the tournament he was confident he would do well. Any challenge ever put in front of him he'd always overcome; sure he might be nicked, bruised and beat-up but it was all the proof he needed to show he had triumphed over the challenge.
"Now that we have all the Champions I-"
"Look! The Goblet!" a first year Gryffindor exclaimed pointing as the red flames turn a violent shade of black and spit out a fourth piece of parchment.
Dumbledore caught the parchment cautiously. This wasn't right, this was not right in any way shape or form. The tournament laws expressly stated Three Schools, Three Champions, Three Tasks. For the goblet to spit out a fourth name, from unholy black flames no less, was an omen. A bad omen. A very, very VERY BAD omen if he was reading the energy in the air right. Unfolding the parchment he felt all the color drain from his face as he read the name on the slip. "Harry.. Harry Potter… Blackwater Institute of Daemonology."
Whispers went around immediately at the announcement. While no one ever heard of the school, not even the foreign school representatives, the name was immediately recognizable. Harry Potter, sole Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter & vanquisher of the Dark Lord, had been missing for years. Despite Dumbledore's assertion that Harry was safe in an undisclosed location, more than a fair few people were of the mind he was blowing smoke up their asses to cover something up.
"HARRY POTTER!"
The goblet exploded in a column of black light that forced everyone to shield their eyes lest they become blinded.
"I told you ya parasite today you die!"
The Ravenclaws were the first to recover as the sound of a body impacting the wall behind their table and making a crater hit their ears. The body in question was a rather pale young man with auburn red hair, eyes like arctic ice chips and nails like daggers. Dressed in a black muggle styled suit, save for weapon harness across his chest, the young man almost appeared human if not for one distinct feature that made their blood freeze; barely visible under the top lip were the points of fangs. Vampire fangs.
"Oh bring it on! You don't scare me Typhon! All you are is hot air!" the vampire spat with a snarl before launching itself at a second figure.
This figure was tall, over six feet tall kind of tall, and built like a brick house with a broad yet trim frame. Clothed in skin tight leather trousers, a tight black muscle shirt, combat boots that were laced halfway up his shins, a tan trench coat and a creature fang brimmed fedora that shadowed his face, this young man gave off an aura of one not to be trifled with. The aura was only helped by the twin monstrous blades in their hands. "Artemis' untouched virgin quim you need better comebacks than that!" the person, a man judging by the deep baritone voice, snarled intercepting the black metal dagger with the handguard on one sword. A violent swing saw the dagger buried to the hilt in a section of masonry.
While the two figures fought, either not noticing or caring about their change of venue, Dumbledore and the other Hogwarts staff were trying to get the students in danger- the Gryffindors unironically- to duck out of the danger zone; the danger zone being the table top itself now being used as a sort of dueling platform where both vampire and man clashed swords. Whoever this Typhon person was, they definitely were not Harry Potter which was a bad sign. The Goblet of Fire was supposed to summon selected champions if not already present and yet by what he saw it did not do that.
The trench coated man saw an opening in the vampires guard and, in the blink of an eye, had both swords pinning the vampire to the table; one sword was pierced through the vampires heart and chest into the thick table top while the other was through the throat paralyzing the leech as brackish blood saturated the table and its hiding occupants below. A quick yank tore out the four draining fangs before an orb was shoved into the vampires mouth and the jaw punched up shattering it, a semi-whitish clear liquid pouring out.
The older wizards and witches tensed seeing the vampires body thrash before it seemed to disintegrate into a puddle of clothing and scattered half-solid bone fragments. "Who are you?! Identify yourself!" Barty Crouch Sr. demanded.
The fedora wearing man turned and removed the hat revealing raven black hair and such bright yet soul freezing green-gold eyes. "Hadrius James Potter-Typhon. Commander of the Doomsday Brigade stationed off Hades IX. Where in Aphrodites perfectly gaping ass crack am I and who in Ares limp dick fantasies are you?"
Scowling rather fiercely Hadrius smudged the communication matrix on the wall. As he had expected his clan was so not happy to be told what he'd been informed of. Somehow his name came out of something called the Goblet of Fire, a level five rune prison upon his inspection, and he was now bound to compete in a magically binding tournament style bloodsport. If he didn't compete, he lost his magic. If he lost his magic, he would most certainly die unlike the pathetic jokes of magic bloods who were competing too.
"Harry my boy-"
Hadrius glared darkly leveling a sword at the entourage of seemingly important people. "My name is Hadrius or you will address me as Commander Typhon, nothing else. You lot are a bunch of Zeta Grade dumbfucks you know that? Playing with a level five rune prison as a selector for a tournament? If the sealing magics fade on the prison the malefic magic is strong enough to enslave every human on this planet and incite a global war to end all sentient life on this planet" he said harshly. "Furthermore, someone here wants to obviously off me. So which one of you is it? Fess up so I can toss your ass into the prison itself and be done with you all. Some people have far more important things to do than entertain a gladiatorial murdering bloodsport."
Dumbledore was taken aback as the Ministry representatives glared at him. "As I explained-"
"And Artemis, Athena & Hestia are a bunch of whores" Hadrius said with a sneering sarcastic roll of his eyes. "You obviously have no idea what a rune prison is. You obviously have no idea how they operate or what their intended use was meant to be. You obviously" his eyes narrowed dangerously "don't have the first clue about the fact every scrap of paper inked with magical trace from the writer you've tossed into the 'Goblet of Fire' you've been feeding a trapped demon."
Some of the representatives blanched in fear.
"Arrogance is a genetic Potter trait so it seems" Severus scoffed with a disapproving leering look aimed at the man pointing his weapon at him.
"It's not arrogance when a person possesses a Mastery in Daemonology, that includes Daemon Lore and its arcana all the way down to Daemon Artifacts. I can summon a horde of demons to work under my command the murder of every man, woman and child in this building. After they are all dead I very well could summon an entire army of tracker demons to track down every living relative of those dead corpses to have their bloodlines little more than a memory like this" Hadrius snapped his fingers "so keep testing me you deplorable excuse of a human bat homunculi."
All of the people in the entourage took a step back.
"So I will ask nicely only one more time, which of you idiots used a rune prison to abduct me from my planet and clan after we just finished destroying a nest full of Grade Six chimeras. Fess up and I will toss you into the prison for your crime of Attempted High Murder of the Crown Prince of Typhon." Hadrius' eyes were a hard unforgiving shade of bright acid green.