Hey Guys it Centurion Eon here... so new story I was thinking what if in Harry Potter some one could take his place in the Goblet of Fire. Kinda like tribute in Hunger Games. I've got an oc created and everything. So here it goes.
Michael Ellis never thought he'd leave America. Never thought that he'd be stuck in a all out pitch battle between Dark Lords and helping a young boy in said battle , nither did he think much of England. But alas here he was getting off his plane at Heathrow Airport. And waiting for his aunt to appear the sixteen year old magical was very distant and distraught. See his parents had just died in a battle in America. He was in Illvermony at the time and when he found out became so disturbed he cut himself off. while he was still under age he needed someone to stay with and the closet family member who could take him. His aunt who happend to live in England. So her he was after the longest trip in his life waiting. 'Should have just taken a portkey.' He thought bitterly.
After sitting for about twenty minutes someone finally approached him.
"Mr. Ellis?"
Michael looked up and tried to put on a kind face. " Mr. Ellis was my Father please just Michael. Mr-"
" Dear me I do apologize for not introducing myself. I am Lincoln Phillips at you service I am a good friend of your aunt and she has asked me to come and retrieve you."
"She couldn't do it herself? You know what ever. I don't mean to be rude but let's just get to her so I can just get today over with." Said Michael with a mix of exasperation and sadness.
"Very well follow me."
They arrived in an alleyway and Lincoln offered his arm.
"We shall apparate to your house."
"I thought you were a wizard." Michael said with some hint of excitement .
Lincoln had a hint of a grin on his face.
"If you don't mind me asking how did you know?" He asked with some curiosity and amusement.
" One by the way you dress British Wizards are terribly out of touch with today's fashion. Two I can sense the latent magic or I guess resting magic on you."
That seemed to intrigue Lincoln quite a bit. And with that pondered his next question.
" How long have you been able to do that." Lincoln asked as he proffered his again.
Michael explained, Since I was a child. Some days I can sense better than others and in highly magical areas its harder to pinpoint one specific magical signature. Shouldn't we be going?"
Lincoln said, "Right you are if you'll just take my arm. Before we go you have a good gift use it very wisely. Now come along."
And with that Michael too his arm and with a loud crack disappeared.
When they reappear Michael stumbled a little bit on the pavement.
" I've forgotten how much I hate apparition." Michael groaned holding his hands to his stomach he tried to straighten up. Lincoln laughed a little.
" Still not used to it huh?" Lincoln asked while holding down laughter.