TWO WEEKS AFTER THE NIGHT OF TEARS.

Slowly...she took Hayden into her mouth. Slowly bobbing up and down. Fleur felt him seem to stiffen and flex against her tongue. She began to bob he head faster humming at the same time. She felt him place his hands at the back of her head as he instinctively began to buck were he was sitting. Fleur began to need air so she tried to rise, up opening her mouth as she did so. Hayden moved like a man possessed flipping her around he ripped her thong from her. He shoved her face into the cushion and thrust in to her.

"HAYDEN!" She shrieked

His nails dig into ass as he thrust without rhythm it was primal the need to claim.

"Mine...And Mine Alone!" His growls got louder and more frequent

MINE...MINE AND MINE ALONE!!

With a roar Hayden continued his thrusting. His mind was racing how long could he keep this up. The fake DNA, the hair extensions, and fake breasts may have fooled the spells. But for how long he was slipping he was a killer. A Fucking Voorhees they walked towards death. But this wasn't death the old man kept coming up with lame "school Friendship Building tasks." It was so see through it was pathetic. Really always being followed by Hogwarts Professors. He had been in the library with his Veela when he had risen from their table to get a book. Low and be hold when he had returned to the table Professor Potter was there wanting to "help you with anything you need help researching." He grit his teeth then frowned as he realized something. Glancing down he discovered Fleur was Unconscious. He scowled pulled himself from her and he watched as blood seeped from her battered entrance. He left her room and walked into the hall and from the hall to the carriage door. He walked onto the grass and towards the Great Lake. He stood there in the dark. And he stood till the morning.

Hermione...

She sat in the Gryffindor window and looked out at the sky. She didn't know why but this night seemed sadder than the rest. She sighed so quiet. Crookshanks jumped into her arms and she slowly began to stoke his fur. Suddenly something moved on the edge of the forbidden Forest she watche the shape seem to glide along the edge. Then it disappeared from view. Hermione could not be sure, she felt as if the shape was looking at the castle.

Barty Crouch...

He carefully slunk towards the Goblet of fire. He glanced around. Not one single charm but an aging charm and revealing charm was around the goblet. He smirked the old coot was crazy after all. He briefly pondered why his master had been so wary of the headmaster. He then reasoned it was rumors spread by the light side. With a flick of his wand and a bit spell work the goblet blended to his will.

"You shall pic the one called the boy-who-lived, defeated of the dark Lord as a fourth competitor."

With a sputter and belch of red flame the paper with a name was accepted into the goblet. His work complete the death eater in disguise slunk off. He grinned as he thought of the expressions the students would make when the name appeared.

Anne Dubois...

She was beautiful she new that she was Veela. She was also cousin to the daughter of the minister of France. And yet she was doing something she never would have dreamed of doing. As she sat next to the door of Fleurs room she could hear the noise that Hayden was making. She unconsciously trailed her hand down into her own moist panties and began to work her own pleasure in time with Hayden's pace. Yes, Oh yes, Hayden faster please be rough with me. Damage me! Defile me honor! Faster and faster she pumped her fingers in time with Hayden.

BANG! The door flew open and Hayden stomped out into the hall and towards the exit. She sat frozen for a bit then she cautiously peaked into the room. Fleur lay there dead to the world legs open for the damage to be seen. Anne licked her lips imagining herself in the place of Fleur. The idea came to her before she could squash it. Glancing back at Fleur she went down the hall to follow Voorhees.

She walked outside and immediately waved her wand to cast a warming spell on herself. She looked around and for a moment she was afraid that she had lost him. Then as her eyes glanced at the lake shore she saw him. The moonlight it seamed to wash over him. She walked slowly till she stood beside him. Silence rained between them. And as it streached the more nervous Anne got.

"I hurt her." The rage and sorrow behind the statement was felt and flowed over her.

"I'm losing to the demons I can't unleash." This time it was an angry tone in each word.

"You can show them to me." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

He turned to look at her his green eyes.they know carried a different look to them darker hungrier. She took a half step back be fore she rallied herself.

"Are you sure, because once I start hunting. A Voorhees doesn't stop until he's done.

She looked down and bit her lip. Her eyes then glanced up and found his. And a Cheshire smile flickered across he face.

"...Ok...Then scare me Cowboy."

Hayden's eyes began to dance like emerald fire, their insane movements flickering left and right.

"Run."

The announcement of Champions

The two schools waited in ill concealed impatience's the students and teachers waited for their sister school. At the head of the Great Hall the two headmasters stood lost in their own thoughts. Karkaroff was easily read by the students. Anyone with any observation, could see he was drinking in the excitement. Dumbledore on the other hand looked like his normal benevolent self, however if they could see inside his mind they would see nothing was farther than the truth. He was not happy not happy at all the little shit first born Potter was not being the sheep like his father. No he was a major headache, first arriving as a girl somehow fooling magic to read him as such and then slipping one past Severus. Fooling magic he could understand after all he himself had tricked a couple of magic contracts his day. He shook himself as he remembered Guilderoy. Tsk. Such poor fellow,tongue like a cat though he mused. Still how Harry had fooled the potion he had learned when lily came into his office. She had wailed then sobbed all through mouthfuls of lemon drops. Still as Madam Maxime was entering the room the students quieted down. The French students flowed into the great hall the Veela charm subtly being cast to give off a sense of calm over the populance. As the students and staff began to have small conversations among themselves. The goblet of fire sparked to life. It's blue flames became a light pink with reddish hues. The goblet began to puff. The goblet gave a yellow puff and a piece of paper flew out. Dumbledore snatched it out of the air and looked at the name.

"Representing the grand school of Hogwarts is...Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore read proudly.

The Hogwarts students jumped up and down the cheering and stomping their feet. Cedric swaggered up to the front of the hall. He paused to flash a smile to the crowd winning, smiles from the English professors and cheers from his fellow students. He then proceeded to the next room. The students were quieted down when the goblet's flames became dark red and the black smoke became thicker. The Durmstrang students began to stomp their boots and chant.

"Krum! Krum! Krum!

The fire flickered and a bang of a common going off with the piece of paper being snagged smartly out of the air by Karkoff.

"Representing the strongest and most impressive school of all of Europe..."

At this comment several students yell and booed the headmaster. The famous Weasley twins flipped him the bird and yelled out "Goat Fucker!" To the amusement and embarrassment of the Hogwarts population. The said student stood and stomped forward with a face set in a look of determination. Finally the flames turned baby blue. And the flames seemed to resemble fire flies winking in and out before disappearing. A large blue flame like a butterfly rose out of the goblet and gently fluttered into the outstretched hand of Madam Maxime.

"The student representing the beautiful school of Beauxbatons...shall be Fleur Delacour!" She finished with a broad smile.

Fleur

Her heart was pounding this was it. With the schooled features of aristocratic demeanor she glided to the front out the room. She turned and flashed her most winning smile to all. This was her moment as she reached the front of the Hall she curtsied and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She glanced around and her smile faltered a second, were was Hayden. She turned and walked into the chamber with the other champions.

The Great Hall...

The goblet didn't go out the student's whispered. The teachers watched as the goblet started spitting green flames. The goblet shot out a jagged piece of cloth. The paper started to float towards headmistress Maxime, however Dumbledore snatched the paper out of her grasp. His eyes twinkling as he read the name

"Harry Potter!"

Nothing happened, no one moved. Silence.

Dumbledore frowned his eyes diminishing for a moment.

"What exactly are you playing at Dumbledore?!" Kakaroff snarled "where is this young cheat?!"

"How dare you call my son a cheat. Harry! Harry come out where are you?!" Lily started frantically glancing around

Still nothing happened. Before anything could get out of total control someone took control. That someone was the one person who for once in his whole existence had a smart idea.

"How come the goblet just doesn't bring him here if it's so powerful?" Ronald Weasley asked no one I particular.

All eyes immediately locked onto the goblet. The thought was actually quite good. Could the goblet bring contestants to the Great Hall?

Before the English Headmaster stole the spotlight again, Madam Maxime asked the million galleon question.

"Goblet ver iz arry Potter?!" The question was followed by.

"Could you bring him here know!" Snarled Karkaroff.

The Golblet began to glow bright green. Then it started to glow red hot. The light grew brighter and britgher. The champions who had returned back to the main hall when the noise first started shielded their eyes. The goblet gave a great blast of magic and a shape was spat into the room. The light returned to normal and all the witches and wizards looked at the person standing in the center of a small crater. The person was male, well built and long black-hair. However the most catching feature was the eyes, eyes that dance to a unsung song. The man then spoak in a voice of absolute coldness. The pain and suffering the voice promised could be felt by all present.

"Harry?! Why, There's no Harry here. I'm Voorhees. Hayden Voorhees at your service." Ah ahh hahahahahahahgaahhaahahhahahahahhahahahahhaahahhahahahahahahahahha!!"