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Last one for a while.
Thank you all for you input it is appreciated and please don't be surprised if I 'steal' some of your suggestions.
Story inspired heavily by 'Cruel To be Kind', '12 Steps To Omnipotence', 'Rise of an Empire' and a million and one other fanfics. If you see stuff and think that it's similar to another fanfic. it's probably because we read the same story and I liked that plot line or idea.
BEWARE this is a 'Gary Stu, wish fulfillment, power fantasy type story.
Thank you for reading!
Enjoy
Chapter 14
Year 6, Day 200: Harry Potter Universe, March 1995
Greg watched his brother take aim and fire the pistol with too much excitement than he himself was comfortable with. Craig had taken a fond liking to the muggle weapons and relished each opportunity to practice.
'Nick wasn't kidding.' he thought. When Nick came to them with the opportunity to join the security arm of the business he said they would be given training both magical and muggle as they would have to blend in.
So here they were practicing shooting. The muggle training was much more intense, they couldn't use magic obviously. The security experts that were hired on the muggle side had no idea magic existed.
Then again the magical side of the training was no fun time either. The two old aurors tasked with training their team of twelve liked to be extra rough in practice. 'Yea have to handle the pressure.' They said.
'Still better than shoveling firecrab dung.'
Twelve of them had joined, him and his brother, six other guys form the pack including Miles and four women, two of which were the wife and girlfriend of two guys. Most of them were younger.
The wages were higher, much higher though that had been because Mr. Miercuri expects more trouble and a slow response form the ministry.
'We'll defend ourselves and ours.' he had said and Greg had to admit he liked that and so did his brother. It felt like they were getting back control of their lives. They had good pay, they did respected work the future wasn't looking so bleak anymore.
'Besides,' he thought 'most of the 'Pack' was in one way or another involved into House Miercuri business'…so it did really feel like they were protecting theirs.
He rarely ever saw Mr. Miercuri most things were run through either Claire or Nick if it was important enough. He'd at least gotten to know Darrow a bit over the past summer in the dueling sessions.
'That boy's a monster.' He couldn't help but feel a shudder of cold run down his spine. He pitied anyone that had to face the boy in a duel, 'The French never stood a chance'. He thought referring to the tournament Darrow won.
'And we are supposed to protect him? What a joke.' He inadvertedly shook his head.
Andreas was a good teacher, a good man and a hell of a drinking buddy. Greg liked the dueling master and he really enjoyed the training sessions the group had with him but Darrow was 'unnatural'.
"Ha! Look at that placement!" Craig said and shaking Greg out of his thoughts.
"Well done! At least now we can be sure you won't accidently shoot one of us!" Greg teased his younger brother.
"Bollocks and you know it! I'm the better shot and have always been now are you going to stand there and dream or are you going to take your turn." He asked impatiently.
Greg only grinned and stepped up to the empty spot.
"A pint says I place better than you!" he said.
Craig grinned as well and shouted getting the attention of the rest of their friends.
"Hear Gents and Ladies! Greg is buying tonight! Cause he can't aim for shit!"
Good natured laughter was heard throughout along with some encouragements.
"Go on Greg! Teach him a lesson!"
Greg smiled and took aim.
'The future isn't looking too bad.'
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Year 6, Day 300: Harry Potter Universe, June 1995
The last task was to be held in the last week of June which was also the last week of the school year. I spent most of my time just as before, lake, library, practice sessions with my Ravens or the older Claws.
One thing I was surprised about was how well the students seemed to be behaving. The anti-bullying committee and the constant reminder from Moody in the DADA classes seemed to work quite well.
There were only a few minor instances which were resolved quickly with swift detentions but no expulsions yet.
The only major incident that is worth mentioning was a 6th year Slitherin having to do a public apology in the Great Hall about calling a 3rd year Hufflepuff girl mudblood.
Apparently they bumped into each other while turning a corner in the halls and while the girl apologized the ass opted to make the offhand remark of "stupid mudblood" as he was walking away. Needless to say she and her friends went straight to professor Sinistra and complained which sparked a whole investigation. A classic case of he said she said of course that is until Moody put the pressure on one of the Slytherin girls that was part of the group and she spilled the beans.
A public apology of course wasn't enough, the boy also had his wand confiscated and only allowed to use it during class as well he was assigned detention with Filch for the rest of the year.
Other than that it was a pretty standard.
The third task was announced as the maze with ministry officials coming to construct it. I was going first followed by Cedric, Krum, Harry and Fleur.
Looking at the maze I have to say it was quite impressive. It was very large, misty and sort of spooky.
On the day of the task Professor Flitwick was directing the band just as in the movies and Dumbledor stepped up did his speech and as well the little pep talk to the champions.
Once again the other contestants were wearing appropriate clothes while I was wearing my Ravenclaw adorned school robes. The officials didn't bother this time to question my attire.
Filch misfired the cannon once again on 1 instead of 3, the Headmaster simply shook his head and gave the signal that I could start.
Surprising the audience I took off with a running start straight into the misty pathway. As soon as I was fairly far enough from the entrance and the view of the audience I cast the strongest disillusionment and notice-me-not charms that I knew. This was mostly so I could have plausible deniability if I was ever questioned about it since in order to not be noticed I went into God mode.
Within God mode I was more or less out of phase with "reality" and really only other gods, demigods or powerful wizards could see me, at least in the Xenaverse, I hadn't tested that here extensively.
It also allowed me to simply phase through the maze fence and walk in whichever direction I wanted.
My goal was simple, prevent Cedric from dying and then have some fun. I wanted to test myself and ohboy was I going for the mother load here. 'Do or die baby!'
I knew it would only be a few minutes before Cedric would enter the maze. I didn't want to simply accost him right at the start so I gave it about 5 minutes before I went searching for him.
Soon enough I found him slinging some spells at some god-awful magical creatures that could only be the creation of Hagrid. That man had to be some sort of repressed genius, at least when it came to magical creatures. How he got things to mate with each other and have a viable offspring is beyond me. It's probably some secret powerful magic that's how! No way you get magical crabs and salamanders to mate otherwise, it has to be.
Cedric was actually quite competent and was able to dispose of the creatures quicker than I thought. As soon as he was done I seemingly popped out of nowhere and Stupefied him squarely in the back and shot the red sparks.
For a moment I was worried that there would be other creatures that would come and harm him while he was unconscious but those worries were alleviated when the bushy fence of the maze started to cocoon and pull Cedric in. He's going to have a few scratched but he'll be alright.
I built up my magic and let out a burst to try to sense the other contestants.
My sense indicated that the remaining contestants had entered the maze as well. I phased through the maze walls slipping back into God mode going in the direction of the closest magical energy to me.
It didn't take long before I found it was Krum. I still wasn't at the stage where I could simply identify people only from the feedback from my sense but I was getting closer and closer with each practice. The people I was close with were always the easiest to identify it got a little bit muddy when it came to folks you don't interact with every day.
I couldn't tell if Krum was already Imperiused or not and I didn't care. I wasn't going to let that part of the story play out, mostly because I was getting bored and a bit anxious so I wanted to accelerate to the main event.
I slipped back in phase behind him and did the same as Cedric to which the leafy walls reacted again. Good to see the ministry is not totally incompetent. Whoever enchanted the walls knew what they were doing.
The walls were both obstacles and protection as they would cocoon around you once unconscious.
Following the next closest magical signature I stumbled on Harry. He was trying to fight off some Acromantulas and was actually doing pretty good. I was surprised that meant that Fleur was ahead than both of us.
Did Krum stall her in the movies? Dam, I don't remember.
They all probably took different routes than in Cannon since I was here. Annoying. I let Harry do his own fighting and continue phasing through the walls trying to catch up to Fleur.
I had to pick up the pace as I felt her advancing quicker and quicker which means she was running. Either she was having an easy jolly old time or she was running from something.
I stop for a moment 'I'm an idiot' and concentrate ARTY teleports me right next to her. Of course she doesn't see me.
A panting Fleur was running from only what I could describe as a slimy snail with tentacles for arms and razor sharp fangs tied up in vines sprouting form the fence and the ground.
Ok whatever that thing was is definitely not an animal that has to be a magical construct made specifically for the maze.
I didn't dilly dally much longer and repeated the same process as with Krum.
I'm not gonna lie the pervy part of me totally wanted to cop a feel but I know my consciousness will eat me later.
That and also I felt Potter getting further ahead in and closer to the cup.
I needed to time it just right. Show up at the right moment and grab the cup at the same time as him or if not do it earlier and handle the graveyard scene by myself.
'A little bit of mayhem can't hurt now, can it?'
I sense where he is and teleport in front of him. He was battling vines sprouting from the ground throwing Diffindo's and Confrigo's left right and center.
I positioned myself at the next intersection and accidentally bumped into him almost knocking him over.
"Harry!" I yell surprised as I grabbed his stumbling form.
"Darrow!" he answered between pants.
"Lucky me bumping into you here! I did not think it would come down between us!"
Harry stopped for a moment to look at me, probably wondering why I looked in tip top shape while he was sweaty, dirty and out of breath, before he answered.
"Neither did I. We have to move the maze's gone bonkers." And as to prove his point more vines sprouted and tried to grab our feet.
"Diffindo" we both yell in unison as we cut of the vines.
"That way quickly!" Harry says pointing to his left where we can both see the faint glow of the Cup.
We both book it the walls constantly throwing bushy branches and vines at us trying to stop us. It was annoying as not only did I have to manage my pace to make sure I was neck and neck with Harry but I also had to maneuver my robes around. 'Ugh maybe wearing robes wasn't such a great idea.' I definitely had rips and scratches on my pants and sleeves.
There was no scene like in cannon where Cedric gets dragged down and Harry saves him. I'm not Cedric any vines that actually caught on I simply brute-forced my way through. I was strong enough that I could easily rip them if I needed to.
Neck and neck we were with the maze closing behind us beckoning us to move forward. Harry tried to push me and lunged for the cup. I used my superior speed to recover and jumped as well.
The cup is a portkey but it wasn't completely instant it had about 1s delay before it activated which gave us enough slack time to touch it before it activated.
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"Are you ok?" I asked Potter helping him off the ground.
"Yea you?"
"Yea." I answered as I started to look around the graveyard. "Where are we?"
I looked at the cup. "The cup must be a portkey" I announce.
Harry's panting, looking around, starting to get a bit more panicked.
"I've been here before." He says. "I've been here before in a dream." Harry continues as he is looking closer to at the grave next to him.
"I've dreamt about winning tournament too Harry but mine had a lot more tits and a lot less graveyard." I answered. "Seems like we have another stage to complete."
From the change in body posture I could tell Harry was about to start panicking. Before he was a loose out of breath mess but after reading the names on the graveyard it looked like someone stuck of shock baton up his ass.
"Darrow we have to get back to the cup! Now!"
Following the path Cedric would have taken I circled around to Harry's left side facing the cauldron.
"Fuck NO dude!" I answered abruptly. "I'm going to win, you're more than welcome to head back!"
Before he could answer, the fire underneath the cauldron burst to life and Harry bent over screaming, clutching his head.
"Harry? Are you alright?"
"Ugh!...Get back to the cup!"
I make a move to help Harry but out of the corner of my eye I notice Pettigrew enter holding baby Voldemort.
"Oh Hello there!" I leave Harry and turn towards them. "What do we have to do in this stage? Also it looks like Harry is not feeling well. If he gives up do I automatically win or do I still have to clear this stage?" I ask excitedly and speed up my perception focusing on them.
Pettigrew is taken back by my cheerfulness and presumed naivety and actually stops in his tracks unsure how to answer.
"Kill the spare!" Voldebaby hissed.
The Rat doesn't hesitate and with way too much fluidity flings the killing curse at me.
"AVADA KADAVRA!"
This was the big moment.
Had this been any ordinary wizard, like Cedric, this would have been the end however I am neither ordinary nor am I a wizard. With my senses and reaction speed granted by Godhood I could easily avoid it, the spell might was well been crawling towards me but where would the fun be in that!?
'YOLO!'
I slightly change my position and let the blast hit me square in the chest catapulting me a few feet backwards.
'THUD!'
"NOO! DARROW!"
Before he even finished enunciating my name the Rat was on him immobilizing Harry with the statue.
"Do it now!" the harsh voice of the freaky Voldebaby urged him.
Peter immediately threw the tiny form of Voldemort in the cauldron and started the ritual.
"Bone of the father unwillingly given."Pettigrew said as he threw the bone in.
"Flesh of the servant willingly sacrificed." Screaming as the cut hand fell in.
"Blood of the enemy forcefully taken." I wonder if at this moment Potter stops yelling and says that he will willingly donate his blood will the whole ritual just collapse?
"The Dark Lord shall rise again." And the cauldron burst with the flames of creation
This was some vile stuff. I felt it to the proverbial bone. The darkness, the hatred and the anger mixed with a loathing satisfaction.
A man with a long ass grudge was being born again and he was letting everyone who could sense him know how he felt.
"My wand Wormtail." Snake face commanded.
The rat shuddering with fear bows handing the wand to his master.
"Hold out your arm!" Voldemort commands.
"Master thank you!" filled with fearful gratitude Wormtail brings up his crippled arm.
"The OTHER arm WORMTAIL" the master hisses in annoyance.
Peter paled and froze in place but survival instincts kicked in and lifted his left arm.
Voldemort pressed his wand to his inner forearm activating the dark mark.
Within seconds loud cracks are being heard around the graveyard. The Deatheaters arrived.
"Urgh..Crab!"
"aAARGH.. McNAIR!"
"Goyle!" Voldemort growled and screamed going through the same theatric movements as the movies.
'What a drama queen.'
Voldemort was talking with the terrified Lucius Malfoy now. As expected Malfoy took off the hood revealing his face while asserting his loyalty to the dark lord.
I had seen enough. I just needed the memories in case I needed to verify anything and as possible blackmail material. As well they would hold up under Veritaserum scrutiny since I saw what I remembered first hand and not as a movie.
Plus I was getting bored pretending to be dead.
Initially I wanted to wait until Voldemort was just about to Crucio Harry and then swoop in and dramatically but hilariously stop Voldemort however the theatrics were annoying me. It looked good in the movie but in real life it was goofy as hell.
"AGUAMENTI GLACIUS MAXIMA!"
A tidal wave of water blasts Voldemort into Malfoy freezing on contact encasing them around the memorial stone into a large chunk of ice immobilizing them below the neck.
"SO!" I say loudly with a chirp in my voice "A Voldemort returns scenario…isn't that a bit too on the nose with Harry here participating?" I ask the shocked Deatheaters.
"Now is this a defeat, capture or defeat and capture scenario?"
"AARRGHH" I hear Voldemort scream as the ice cracks into small brittle pieces allowing the two wizards to regain their freedom.
"AVADA KEDAVRA" the spell was fast, powerful, it couldn't even compare to Wormtail's casting but I was faster. I simply stepped out of the way.
A flick of my wand and Potter was released.
"Let's have some fun Harry! What do you say 100 galleons for who defeats the most?" I ask with a smile on my face. Potter is rich he can afford it.
There wasn't time to get a response as Voldemort started barking orders.
"GET him you fools! I'll take care of Potter!" he yelled, the drawling hiss of his voice inflicting a lingering malice in all who heard it.
And the torrent was unleashed.
"Incendio!"
"Cruciatus!"
"Difindo!"
"Ferventi!"
I was blocking, dodging and weaving through a constant stream of curses while Harry started battling Voldemort.
Only my speed and enhanced senses allowed me to survive the onslaught of blood boiling, exploding and cutting curses. Not to mention the dreaded killing curse.
Honestly overall they weren't that creative in their casting.
The most I had ever fought before was 5 people when I could convince Cato to join. This was almost twice the number and honestly a lot more exciting. I was able to cut loose, move at speeds that left me a blur.
To stop moving was death or at least unconsciousness. I had to thin the crowd so I unleashed chaos.
Transfiguring the soil beneath my feet Velociraptors and drooling Xenomorphs rose from my foot steps and attacked the Deatheaters.
Without ever stopping I also shot my own torrent of colorful spells and curses.
"Stupefy!"
"Stupefy!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Incarcerous!"
Shooting off a chain combinations faster than should be possible for any wizard bar Voldemort himself.
I catch Goyle with the Stupefy, Crabb avoids it but gets hit with the Expelliarmus, his wand shooting in the air towards the position I was a split second ago, to stop is to get hit so I use my telekinesis and call it to my hand instead.
Somehow he avoids the both the Petrificus and Incarcerous spells. But without a wand he won't be a threat to me. The odds of him being competent in wandless magic are almost nil.
I dodge a chocking curse from the Rat and sent a flock of ravens towards Avery. Malfoy and two nameless Deatheathers are still busy fending off the Velociraptors and Xenomorphs jumping at them. I can tell they are scared shitless. I doubt any of them has seen 'alien' creatures such as these monsters looking ones.
I see Voldemort is in a locked lightning show with Potter. So I send a Reducto at him while running towards McNair positioning myself between the dark lord on one side and McNair and the Rat on the other side.
Voldemort deflects it back last minute with easy but it forces him to break his assault on Potter giving Harry a respite.
"LUMOS SOLARIS MAXIMA"
I yell flash-banging everyone, dodging the deflected Reducto and silently sending my own chain of spells behind it.
McNair's right shoulder gets blasted apart in a gruesome bloody mess making him drop his wand but also sending him out of the way of the following spell chain.
The rat gets hit full on crashing him through the gravestones behind him with such force that it would have knocked him unconscious even if the spell wasn't Stupefy. The Expelriamus launches his wand in the air. I summon both his and McNair's wands to me.
I weave through the graveyards transfiguring more Xenomorphs and Raptors, keeping Avery, Malfoy and the other nameless Deatheaters busy.
Voldemort recovered and once again engaged Harry in a lightshow.
Instead of a curse he could deflect back I send a blast of ice water. This time as if expecting it Voldemort waves his free hand slamming the blast into the ground and sends a wandless curse back while keeping his assault on Harry.
'This Fucker!' Thinks he can dismiss me? 'Bitch I'm a motherfucking GOD'.
I move so fast that I turn into an actual blur stopping only a few feet before him. He's actually about as tall as I am so we meet almost face to face.
Shocked at my speed and audacity he hesitates.
"Fulgura Patronus" I gently say.
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Harry had stopped his spell at the same time as Voldemort when I appeared. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The dark lord was being hoisted in the air by white lightning coming out of my hands.
I had unleashed a lightning storm that would make Palpatine proud…or maybe Yoda since it was laced with my Patronus.
The overwhelming pain of being burned from the inside out by happiness induced lightning must have overwhelmed Voldemort for in a move that was felt by everyone he released a large burst of magical energy giving him momentary protection from me and with a thunderous crack Disapparated away.
Everyone stopped.
For a moment none dared to move, not even the transfigured beasts as we all were waiting to see if Voldemort would return.
Tick
A moment passed.
Tock
And then another.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
With no apparition crack to be heard the situation started to sink in to the Deatheaters.
In the span of 15minutes The Dark Lord returned in all of his glory and promptly had his ass handed to him by a 4th year Hogwarts student.
I'll be honest I was a bit drained. Lightning was powerful but as a young God it took a lot of my reserves, I had put in way more power than I thought into that spell, so I was actually a bit relieved when the nameless Deatheathers popped away as well. Continuing the fight would mean that I would have to take more lethal measures to permanently disable the opposition.
Surprisingly Malfoy actually popped to where Crabb and Goyle were and whisked them away as well. Could it be that I was wrong about Malfoy or maybe he just didn't want to lose his minions?
"Avery! Get me as well you fool?" McNair shouted at his fellow Deatheather but it was too late. I let loose a torrent of freeze water at him and Avery decided to save his own skin.
A quick chain of Stupefy, Petrificus and Incarcerous knocked McNair out as well.
Only me, Harry and the two unconscious Deatheaters remained.
Wand at alert and looking everywhere worried the Deatheaters will return Potter approached me.
"They left?" He said "That was Voldemort, he's back! You were killed? I saw the killing curse hit you how?" he sputtered a stream of questions.
The adrenaline wearing off I could see Harry's mind trying to work out what just happened here while acknowledging the pain from various parts of his body.
"Yes it seems they did leave. And this Voldemort business was something else wasn't it? You know what it means?" I said turning to face him.
"He's back. We have to warn.."
"No that's not it." I say cutting him off.
The boy was looking at me a bit bewildered unsure what to say. With a big smile I continue.
"It means I've won, Stupefy!" he dropped harder than a fat girl on a trampoline.
It was time to return and claim my prize.
I levitated the unconscious trio, tied them all together with ropes and summoned the cup to me.
The moment I landed back at the tournament grounds the band started playing and the crowed started cheering though that stopped and was replaced by murmuring as soon as they noticed the tied up bundle of people behind me.
The officials, professors and Headmasters all quickly rushed towards me. I decided to stave them off.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" I announce sonorous at full blast stopping everyone in their tracks.
"I have cleared the Maze and completed the final stage! I present to you my captured prizes! Two Deatheaters and one contestant!" the murmurs and whispers exploded.
"The Final Boss Voldemort got away! But honestly Mr. Crouch what were you thinking?" I said to the man. For some reason this time he did not die. Either he didn't find out Moody was his son or the son decided not to kill him.
"A Voldemort Returns scenario while The-Boy-Who-Lived is participating? That is considered a dick move in America, low class and not cool! Harry was traumatized when he saw him!" I said loudly and very disappointedly.
At the mention of Voldemort everyone flinched.
Before he could respond the minister himself butted in.
"What are you talking about? Who are these people?" Cornelius asked.
"Harry is he alright?" The Headmaster asked inspecting the unconscious boy.
Madam Pompfrey who was already doing diagnostic spells, somehow on all three of them at once answered.
"He's just unconscious. Unlike this fellow here who's missing a chunk of his shoulder!"
"That's Walden McNair!" Mr. Crouch said.
The Headmaster who now decided to take a better look at the two hooded individuals was about to speak when.
'GASP!'
"P..Pp… PETER PETTIGREW! That's Peter Pettigrew!" Professor McGonagall shouted in disbelief.
"WHAT IN BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" shouted Fudge getting upset at the confusing situation.
The crowd wasn't helping either, the whispers doubled in decibels while student and adult were both pushing to get a closer look.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore boomed.
"Everyone aside from the ministry and school officials back to your seats NOW!" he accentuated the command by releasing an overwhelming magical pressure almost forcing the crowd back.
Now that is a way to take control of the room. Even the minister was content following his lead.
"Enervate!" with a twinge of his wand Harry burst back to life panicked and in pain.
"You shot me!" he said outraged to me.
"Well yes. I told you I was going to win." I responded keeping a casual tone.
"BOYS!" Dumbledore remarked not wanting to lose control of the conversation again. "Now Harry tell us what happened."
I have to say I was a bit annoyed he didn't ask me first. I was the winner and I was conscious but I guess Dumbledore has to play his games, well so can I.
"The Cup was a portkey. We grabbed it at the same time it took us to a graveyard where Petter Pettigrew and a weird baby Voldemort were waiting for us." He said stopping to catch his breath and look at me.
"He shot Darrow with the killing curse. I saw you get hit you were dead! How did you come back?"
"Dumbledore what is this nonsense is the boy mad? Are you mad boy are you hallucinating?" Fudge couldn't help but say.
He wasn't wrong the story was pretty ridiculous.
"No! He's back, he's really back!" he shouted.
"Peter took my blood and made some sort of ritual. He dropped the baby in cauldron and Voldemort grew a body. He called his Deatheaters and almost killed us!" Harry said desperation oozing out of every pour of his body.
I snorted, loudly.
"Maybe HE almost killed YOU but I was perfectly fine the whole time." I said dismissively.
"But Minister!" I turn addressing Fudge. "Honestly what were you thinking allowing the UNFORGIVABLES in the tournament? I know we need an element of danger to test our skills but that's too much. Had that guy!" I point to Wormtail. "Aimed for Potter he would have been a goner!" I say outraged and continue after a split second casually.
"Now is the fella playing Voldemort in the medical tent? I want to see if he's doing well I zapped him pretty hard at the end." And I wiggled my fingers to accentuate the zapping sound.
"I NEVER allowed the UNFORGIVABLES and there is NO VOLDEMORT! You are all hallucinating or lying!" Fudge said his face reddening with anger.
The crowd and professors were silent listening to our exchange.
"Of course there is. Tell him Mr. Crouch!" I said to the tournament director. "The cup portkeyed us to the last stage of the tournament. The Voldemort Returns Scenario" I said using air quotations on Voldemort.
"Also here's their dam wands, Headmaster you can verify what spells they used right?" I had over the wands to Dumbledore.
"There is no Voldemort returns scenario the maze was the last trial." Crouch responded unsure what to say.
"Ugh.. I'm pretty sure there is. There's 'Deatheater' #1 and #2 captured. Plus Mr. Malfoy himself was there playing a Deatheater. Everyone knows he is a board member why else would he be there for?" I asked rethorically.
"By the way OVER the TOP acting from everyone involved." I offhandedly remark.
The crowd bursts once again into whispers and rumors.
"Voldemort is back! … Those are Deatheaters… Malfoy's a Deatheater…I always knew it!" Pretty sure the last one was the Weaseleys.
"Cornelius I believe it's time we get the Aurors here. I can confirm and that this is in fact Peter Pettigrew. There are implications to this!"
"I'll take Harry away the boy is distraught he needs to calm down." Crouch Jr. disguised as Moody made to take Harry but I stopped him.
I point my wand in the air and let out a sound blast.
BANG!
"FUCK NO!" I say shoving Moody away. "Harry stays until we get this sorted out." I wasn't about to let Potter go get killed by Mr. Polyjuice over there. Man that was a disgusting potion to keep drinking.
"So if there was no Voldemort Returns Scenario" using air quotations on Voldemort once again. "Then who the fuck are these two and who the hell did me and Harry fight in the Graveyard?" I say with a small pause.
"And also HOW was the cup turned into a portkey? I thought the bloody thing was under the care of ministry officials the whole time? SO WHO FUCKED UP?"
The questions brought everyone to a momentary silence once again mostly because of the implications someone in the ministry messed up and heads will eventually have to roll.
"It's VOLDEMORT! Why won't you believe me! He's back! I feel him now my scar is hurting because he's in pain! He's back." Harry said desperately
I let out a big SIGH.
"Harry it CAN"T be Voldemort!" I respond.
"Do you really think Voldemort and nine Deatheaters would get their asses handed to them by a two forth year Hogwarts students?...Well it was mostly me but you did distract him long enough for me to zapp him real good!" I say with a big smile. "So you do deserve some credit!"
'GASLIGHT, GASLIGHT, GASLIGHT'. Ha! Plus I really wanted to troll Voldemort. "I'm back!"... "You're just a copycat! The dark lord would never lose to a student!"
What's Voldemort going to do? Argue that he lost to a baby so a student is plausible? No, he will have to show his hand much earlie…or go on a massive killing rampage, could be either.
That brought renewed doubt for the crowd on what to believe. It's true would the real Voldemort be defeated by two forth Year students? It didn't really make sense did it?
"That's enough for now!" The Headmaster intervened.
"We will wait for the Aurors to arrive and complete the investigation. I ask now those of you in the crowd to return to your dorms or homes and hold your speculation and blame until the investigation is complete. It would not do to falsely accuse those who had no part in this plot." He said staring in the direction of Malfoy and his crew.
From the corner of my eye I notice.
A muscle twitch.
A bulging forehead.
An enlarged check.
A flash of green.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
It seemed that Crouch Jr. transformation juice finally ran out. I want to say that I was the fastest in reacting but it was the Headmaster instead showing why he was the most powerful wizard of his age.
A giant metal shield sprung up in front of Harry the killing curse splashing harmlessly with a loud Bang!
Crouch Jr. was actually knocked unconscious before his killing curse hit. That's how fast the Headmaster was.
I'm pretty sure most of the crowd just saw a blurry motion unlike me who was able to follow the movements.
It took a moment to recognize who it was. Crouch Sr. dropped to the floor next to his son crying and mumbling while Dumbledore with a face full of sadness at the realization of what his old friend had done immobilized him and took his wand.
The professors were leading the crowed away back to their dorms or enticing them to go home.
"The Aurors have reached the grounds and will be here shortly." Dumbledore announced. You couldn't Apparate into Hogwarts so you had to walk from the entrance to the tournament grounds.
The headmaster turned to me and looked inquisitively.
"Darrow" he said all grandfatherly and concerned. 'Like I believe that!'
"Harry here says you were hit with the killing curse but survived. Is this true and how did it happen?"
I looked for a moment at the Headmaster and answered.
"It's true. I got hit square in the chest and I survived the same way that muggle knights did when they fought evil wizards." Him, Potter and the small remaining crowed were now looking at me expectantly.
"I wore armor of course." I removed my robes to show my now ruined segmented steel plate armor covering my upper body. I had steel gauntlets covering the forearms and legs as well but only the upper body had front and back coverage, the arms and legs was only in the front of the thighs and shins.
The Headmaster inspected it and gave an almost sigh of relief.
"That would indeed work. A thick and strong enough shield would stop most spells including the killing curse as you have just seen and experienced."
Of course for me it wasn't just armor I also had my ultimate shield to fall back onto. I made sure in the crucial moment that my ultimate shield also activated covering me from head to toe. I wasn't taking any chances and letting the Killing Curse actually touch me.
"I started wearing it after the Dragon fiasco. Felt like a bit of armor could provide some protection against the creatures in the maze. I hope I wasn't against the rules?"
"I do not believe so Darrow. At least not after all of this." He said with a sigh.
"Also 50 points to Ravenclaw for ingenuity! I believe I detect feather-light, sticking, cooling and cushioning and silencing charms on it." he said with a smile.
'Huh, maybe the headmaster wasn't so bad.'
So far I hadn't felt an attack on my mind, no intrusions not even a probe.
Now that I thought of it he hasn't even called me to his office at all after my speech at the beginning of the year.
I couldn't help but frown.
AN:
Thank you for reading.