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Chapter 6
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Disclaimer: I can't deal with this. No, I do not own anything.
AN: Here we go! Sorry for the delay, exams and stuff. Mostly stuff. Also, I totally fell for this k-drama named Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart:Ryeo. And I will probably or maybe or most likely or not publish a fic about that...so...yeah.
Sirius Black was a free man. Which confused him. The reason for his confusion was of course his de facto son, who, by the looks of it, didn't actually strictly need a parent, but still, he was Sirius's godson and that counted for something, at least. But all of that was a matter for another time. Right now, he needed to find said godson.
Sirius hadn't even met the little- well, not exactly little, but medium-sized guy? Rai reached Sirius' shoulders at this point, and Sirius was 5'10, so he was medium sized. Right. Sirius needed to find his medium sized godson to ask him what the hell was going on. All the last lord of the Noble and Ancient House of Black knew that he'd been summoned by someone in the Ministry for a trial after the lazy sods had finally bothered to look up the fact that he'd never been given a freaking trial in the first place. So Sirius had pawed his way to the Ministry on the given date, which would have been stupid if it wasn't Amelia Bones who'd offered him a trial.
After he'd arrived, he'd shocked the living daylights of several reporters, among them Rita Skeeter, which pleased him to no end as he hated that bitch. But then Sirius himself had been surprised when Amelia had brought in The Rat. They had subjected Sirius to the Veritaserum first, as he was the apparent victim, which he was happy to do. Then The Rat had been forced to confess, and soon after the judgement that Sirius Orion Black was innocent was delivered, along with the announcement that the Ministry would compensate him.
Where does Rai come in, you ask? Well, Sirius had noticed his godson's presence almost immediately, which was an easy feat considering everybody else was already muttering about Rai. Sirius chest swelled i pride. Rai was class personified, and clothed in black robes with gold accents and red-coloured details swirling about, he looked like a true Heir. And Sirius really liked the cross his godson had dangling from his ear. Rai's presence had caused Sirius to be slightly nervous, as he felt guilty for running after The Rat, and not staying back to take care of his pseudo-son who'd just lost his parents.
Thankfully, the trial had processed smoothly, almost to an unnatural extent. Then, when Amelia was done with the official announcements, she'd also thanked Rai. For apparently bringing their attention to his case.
And there was where the crux of the matter lay. How had Rai even known that he, Sirius Orion Black, had never received a trial? He spotted his godson talking to a reasonably well-dressed man who was crying- why was he crying?
Wait, was that Remus?
Now Sirius was even more confused. Remus and the words 'reasonably well-dressed' had never gone together before. Some of it was because of lack of funds on Remus' part, but it was mostly because being a werewolf apparently messed with one's fashion sense. Really bad. And this was coming from Sirius, who hadn't seen a shop for the past 12 years.
As Sirius approached the duo of his only living best-friend and their best-friend's only son, his steps turned uncertain. Was he even welcome? Did Rai even want him? Did Remus really believe him?
All of these thoughts flew out the window as Remus embraced him in a bear-hug, almost squishing Sirius to death. Which would have slightly anticlimactic if Sirius was honest.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry..." Remus almost chanted in Sirius' ear. Thankfully, Rai had noticed the decidedly blue color his godfather was taking. Which he reasoned would have to be a bad thing. The Noblesse didn't want a blue godfather.
Rai cleared his throat, causing Remus to finally notice Sirius current condition, and letting him go, and following that with another batch of apologies. He'd thankfully stopped crying at this point. Sirius coughed, trying to catch his breath.
"Not...your...fault. Now...is this...Rai?" Sirius wheezed.
"Wha- oh, yes. Isn't he...well, there aren't really enough words to describe our dear godson." Remus said with a proud smile. Rai lips tugged to the side to form a slight smile.
"Nice to see you again, Padfoot." Sirius was dumbfounded, and stood stock still for a whole minute before he broke down and fell to his knees.
"You...remembered. You remembered!" Now Rai was looking slightly more uncomfortable, but he reached and hesitantly patted Sirius' head, like he would have done to Frankenstein. Thankfully it seemed to calm the dogman down. Remus watched the scene unfold with amusement. He knew that crying people were the one thing Rai didn't quite know how to handle.
"Ah, come off it, the boy is a genius after all. Now let's get you some food and a shower. Rai will probably insist on new clothes..." Remus trailed off, trying to get his best-friend to come to his senses.
Sirius did a full 180 at hearing the word 'clothes'.
"Oh, where are we shopping? Twilfitt? The Madam? Or the muggle world?" the man said brightly. Rai blinked in surprise, before chalking it up to things humans did. Remus smiled. That always worked. Ex-convict or auror, Sirius Black was a fashionista at heart.
October 31st, 4th year
Rai was enjoying his chocolate cake with his tea. Su Li had not long ago recommended the heavenly treat known as chocolate to him. Along with coffee, but tea was so much more Rai's style, so he didn't bother with that. Rai was pretty sure Su regretted introducing chocolate to him, as evidence by the look of despair on her face, but Rai chose to ignore that. He scanned over the teacher's table and frowned.
Snape had 'accidently' told the entire Slytherin House that Remus was a werewolf. So Remus had resigned. Which bothered Rai more that it should have, which was the reason that Snape had mysteriously gone bald. Of course, no one, not even Snape suspected that it was him, as he'd never uttered the word 'prank', much less participated in one.
Rai suspected that Dumbledore knew that it was him, as Snape still hadn't managed to get his hair back. Rai had debated giving Snape his hair because of sheer aesthetics, as a bald Snape was uglier than before. He'd heard Neville Longbottom had fainted once he saw the Dungeon Bat's new appearance.
Another reason for his frown was the new addition to the table. Mad-Eye Moody. Who wasn't really Moody.
It was part of Fate's plan. Which Rai had found stupider as time went by. But still, Fate wasn't to be liked, only to happen. So Rai had turned a blind eye to Mad-Eye.
This year, Fate's (Stupid) Plan involved the Triwizard Tournament.
And today, they were going to announce the participants. Rai was 99.99% sure that he was going to be one of them, even though he didn't want to.
"The champion for Durmstrang...Viktor Krum!" Dumbledore was announcing jovially. A slightly familiar face rose from the Slytherin table. Ah,he must've been one of those Quidditch players. Sirius and Remus had dragged him to the World Cup finale. Against his will.
"The champion for Beauxbatons...Fleur Delacour!" The Veela. She annoyed Rai. Mainly because she had made it her goal to 'seduce' him. He wagered that it meant that she wanted to mate with him, but Rai was an ancient non-gendered entity, so she'd probably fail.
"The champion for Hogwarts...Cedric Diggory!" Diggory was one of the bearable humans, so Rai graced him with a smile when their eyes met. Diggory did an impressive impression of a goldfish in response. Huh.
"And now-" The goblet flared to life again. Rai sighed inwardly. Everybody in the Hall leaned forward eager to hear whatever that came out of the Headmaster's mouth.
"...Erhn...Urgh...Harry Potter. Sorry, Rai my dear boy. It seems someone wanted to trick you into competing." Rai had gone completely still at hearing his name. Many of the Ravenclaws close to him inched away. The students shared frightened glances, while the firsties and the foreigners looked confused.
It was a well known fact that Rai was a powerful wizard.
It was also a known that the only thing that irritated him was the name 'Harry'.
Specially when addressed to him.
Every one bated their breaths.
Su Li had left the Ravenclaw table at this point.
Suddenly every piece of unused or empty glassware lifted from all the tables. Dumbledore was sweating now, looking almost older than he was, an amazing feat.
Rai took a deep breath, which was heard clearly over the silent Hall. Slowly, the glassware lowered itself to the tables.
There was a collective sigh of relief.
"Uhm...I don't know what just happened, but, ah, well you see, the moment someone's name is entered and called from the Goblet, they enter a magical contract, so if Harry-" as soon as those words left Crouch's mouth, the Goblet burst into millions of pieces.
Silence.
Then Barty Crouch Sr. was subjected to hundreds of glares. Among them was Dumbledore, who had the darkest look Crouch Sr. had seen in recent years. The politician felt himself shrink.
Rai took another deep breath, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Every eye was on him again. Most of them looked concerned, while the firsties and foreigners looked anywhere from impressed to scared out of their wits.
Rai fixed Crouch Sr. with a stare. Like father, like son, he guessed.
"Is the...contract still active?" Rai said in an emotionless voice. Crouch was sweating buckets now. Even Karkaroff looked at him with disdain.
"Well, yes." the man said in a small voice.
Silence again.
Rai sighed.
"Oh, well. Might as well do it." The most powerful wizard to exist said. Rai looked expectantly at Dumbledore, who motioned to the chamber the rest of the champions were.
Rai walked to the chamber. Before he entered, he scanned the crowd.
"You may have already noticed," he enunciated slowly "but I really did not enter this fad of a competition of my own free will." with that, he turned and entered the antechamber. Dumbledore and the others entered after him. All of them refusing to meet each other's eyes. The champions had snuck out to see what was holding the staff up, were also staring at anything but Rai. Krum found the spiderweb beside the fireplace particularly interesting, while Diggory and Delacour had developed a fascination with the floor.
This went on for ten minutes. Even fake Mad-Eye was intimidated. Karkaroff and Maxime didn't even dare to allude that Hogwarts had cheated.
Rai sighed again.
"Why..are we here, Professor? I want to sleep." the Noblesse said in a slightly irritated voice. Dumbledore looked at Minerva desperately, who was the only one unfazed by the whole ordeal. The Transfiguration professor, known to be Rai's favourite out of the teachers, cleared her throat.
"Well, Mr. Potter, we were to congratulate all of the champions on being chosen, and give you a hint of the First Task. Which is that you'll need to think on your feet, and your survival skills will be tested. You're forbidden from seeking help from teachers, though that rule is generally ignored, so feel free to reach out, though I doubt you'll need it. That's all, you may retire to your dorm." the cat animagus said in curt, clinical tone.
Rai left, with a nod of acknowledgement towards Minerva.
The chamber remained silent for a long time, before everyone looked at each other, sighed, and just left. Though Crouch Sr. was the subject of several glares.
A single beatle who'd been spying on the whole thing shuddered, and decided not to publish anything other than facts about Hadrian Potter.
Rai slept surprisingly well that day.
November 1st, the next day would always be remembered as the day that Rai received his first Howler.
" HADRIAN JAMES POTTER! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY!-"
"-Sirius-"
"I SHOULD PROBABLY FEEL PROUD THAT YOU MANAGED TO ENTER A DEADLY TOURNAMENT WITHOUT EVEN TRYING-"
"SIRIUS!"
"BUT AS A PARENT, I MUST REMIND YOU-WHAT DO I REMIND HIM, REMUS?!"
"..."
"OH, YEAH, NOT TO DIE. THAT WOULD BE BAD! SO DON'T DIE! AND SOCIALISE-"
"WHY ARE YOU EVEN SENDING HIM A HOWLER YOU IDIOT!"
"BECAUSE I WANT TO, REMUS! ALSO, IS IT EVERYDAY THAT HE ENTERS A COMPETITION?! HE DOESN'T EVEN SPEAK MORE THAN A 100 WORDS PER DAY! THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY, I TELL YOU-"
"SHUT UP- sorry about that Rai, I'll kill him."
Dead silence.
"Su."
"Y-yes, Rai?"
"Have you ever tried to kill your godfather?"
"...no"
"Oh, well."
"..."
AN: So there! I saw the howler thing on tumblr, and thought it would be hilarious.
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