Chapter 55
September was mostly filled with thunderstorms. The rain may have prevented the students from enjoying the outdoors. However, no one had it worse than Emily and Harry as they had to train outside with their dueling instructors. Harry had it worse than she did because he was secretly a Magus in training, and his teacher had taken to intensifying his training. There was also the fact that he was in his final NEWT year and had mountains of homework to complete. However, he always got his assignments done the day he received them; often enough, Severus had to remind him that he needed to eat and sleep. Having done his NEWT level materials when he was in school, Severus knew the stress that often came when doing them.
That said, Severus knew that Harry was dealing with Mahoutokoro NEWTS instead of Hogwart's. And it didn't take a genius to know which exams were harder. He was satisfied when Harry told him that he'd be done with the syllabuses in late November. While Severus was proud of the boy, he still voiced that humans needed to eat, sleep, shower, etc. Harry understood his words and agreed to take things easy; so he could avoid burning himself out. Knowing full well what his son was like, he assigned Byakko and Suzaku to observe and ensure that he wouldn't overdo things.
At the moment, the young raven-haired wizard was in the chamber of secrets conversing with the four founders. They were pleasantly surprised when Harry voiced his desire to learn wandless magic and demonstrate how far he had come in the art. Godric, the most vocal, was happy to see how far along his descendant was when it came to wandless magic. Rowena was also pleasantly surprised, and so was Helga. Salazar remained silent with an expressionless visage. The former Slytherin observed the boy with curious eyes.
"Well, I have to say you're more powerful than the last time you visited," Salazar began as Harry took a seat on the couch. Byakko sat next to him while Suzaku flew to the desk. "However, your skills when it comes to wandless magic are at the beginner's level. Based on what you've shown, you are only able to access a fraction of the power needed." He looked down at the boy.
"No, one ever said wandless magic would be easy," Harry retorted, narrowing his eyes at the old Slytherin. "The fact remains that I can only access a fraction, and I need to be ready for when I have to face Voldemort again."
Salazar sneered at the brat's fake name. That disrespectful bastard twisted everything his House ever stood for. "Remember what you told us about the events at the World Cup?" Rowena cut off his train of thoughts.
Harry nodded. Shortly after a week of school began, he returned to the chamber and explained what happened with the death eaters at the cup.
"While I'm disappointed you didn't tell us you're a Magus in training, it is your decision," shaking her head. "You remind me so much of these two idiots," gesturing to Godric and Salazar, who pretended to look affronted. But Rowena ignored them and continued, "what your trying to accomplish hasn't been seen in a very long time."
"When you know the reasons why people have been unable to perform wandless magic," Helga interjected, using the nickname she'd given her all those years ago. "The past headmasters and headmistresses removed courses from the school curriculum, doing that and allowing those Ministry bigots to have a say in what is to be taught. It has only encouraged the students to not take magic seriously. An utter disgrace!" She said in disgust.
"Lady Helga, if I may speak," Harry looked at her. She gave a gentle nod. "As you, four know, I have claimed the Lordships over Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw Houses. However, while looking through the old texts, I discovered the four of you are entitled to 25% ownership over the castle. Therefore, since I claimed the Lordships, I now own 75% of the castle."
What he said was the absolute truth. During the summer before leaving magical Britain, he went through the old texts and discovered that the founders were entitled to a fourth of the castle itself. The law may have been old, but it was still in effect, and seeing as Harry claimed the Lordships, Hogwarts was technically his property. The Board of governors were not happy to learn that his proxies have seats on the board but found they could do nothing. So, the only viable option was to allow them to stay. This, however, made people like Lucius and his allies furious as they vocally objected to their placements. Old Lucius tried to get them booted out, bypassing a bill stipulating that only wizards and witches could sit on the board. Unfortunately for him, the bill was not passed. He then demanded to know the identities of who they were representing. Shockingly Dumbledore agreed with him as he too wanted to know.
Melchior, Magorian, and Griphook took great pleasure telling them they had no business interfering in the Houses they represented. It was enjoyable to see both of them unhappy, in Harry's opinion. Dumbledore was still trying to maneuver them to his side, and each time was shot down as neither side trusted him.
The founders continued talking about the disgrace that has befallen their school and Magical Britain as a whole. Spending an hour or so debating, the topic of conversation changed as they began explaining the true meaning behind wandless magic. A hundred or two years after they passed away, people could still use wandless magic with great success. However, because of the past headmasters, the students became arrogant and lazy as they started taking their magic for granted. Ever since then, there have only been a tiny fraction of people who're capable of performing magic without a wand. Even if they could, it would only be at a small fraction of their maximum power, and they've either lost their magic or died in the process. The four eventually decided to aid Harry in wandless magic to further his understanding, though Salazar had reservations about whether the boy was ready.
Swallowing his pride, he agreed, saying they'll begin Sunday after breakfast. Harry bowed respectfully and used the secret entrance in the quarters to leave the room. Climbing the stairs, Suzaku reminded him that Dumbledore sent a letter to Arcturus requesting a meeting with Harry. He knew the boy wanted to be elsewhere, but Arcturus explained why his presence was required tonight. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Harry expanded his senses to ensure no one was around. After confirming no one was in the area, he pulled the torch, sliding open the wall. Stepping through the fifth corridor, he ignored the wall closing and made his way to the headmaster's office.
While they were moving through the halls, Harry stopped in his tracks when he sensed the remaining Weasley's magical signatures. Taking a breath, he rounded the corner and noticed them talking by the wall.
"Can you imagine winning the Triwizard tournament" the voice came from the youngest Weasley male. "Eternal glory and 15,000 galleons! This will be great."
"Speak for yourself, Ronnikins. George and I are entering the tournament," Fred said. The twins wanted to open up a joke shop after they left Hogwarts. On the other hand, their mother wanted them to work at the Ministry like Percy and their father. Though unknown to her, they were already making waves toward achieving their dream. They only needed to win the prize money from the tournament.
"Oh yeah! How?" Ron looked at the two.
"Now, now, little brother, that'll be telling," George began.
"And we don't want you to copy our idea," Fred finished.
Ginny shook her head as she wondered what they're planning. Her eyes twinkled when she noticed Harry walking through the corridors. "Hello, Harry! Fancy seeing you here," batting her eyelashes while her brothers turned around and saw him coming. "Can I ask you to talk to you after dinner? I like your help with something."
He stopped and looked at her "sorry, but I have work to do after dinner. If you excuse me, I need to be somewhere." Harry began walking away.
"What do you have to do that is so important?" Ron glared at him. He was still fuming that Charlie got his arse beat by Potter; all he did was treat his ex-girlfriend the way she deserved to be treated.
"Nothing that concerns you," Harry dismissively said and began walking away.
"You're planning on entering the tournament, aren't you" Ron accused, not happy with being brushed aside as if he was nothing. "Planning on asking the headmaster to let you compete! Well, think again because I'm going to be the Hogwarts champion."
Harry whirled around, narrowing his eyes at the boy. "Weasley, I don't give a damn about the tournament. Far as I'm concerned, what happens to you is of no concern to me," he said in a cool voice. "If you enter this tournament, then you'll be signing your death warrant."
Ron's ears became red. "What, you don't think I can handle it. I'm ten times the wizard you are." He would show everyone that he was superior and that Potter was nothing more than an arrogant, spoiled brat.
"Weasley, the only thing you are is a loud lazy bastard with an inferiority complex," Harry retorted. "You think you're entitled to everything decent when in reality you're not. The only thing you do is sit on your lazy arse and talk about quidditch. So, stop dreaming and come back to reality because, in this life, you only get what you've earned, and from where I'm standing, you ain't earned nothing, turkey. You are nothing, more than a useless bag shit who only does half-arse work. As for this tournament, you wouldn't even have a chance with your pathetic magic. The way you go through your classes is mediocre, and that is being nice."
Ron's face was as red as his hair; he tried to pull his wand out but was stopped by the twins. "Ron, stop and think. If you attack Harry, then you'll end up in the hospital wing. Remember the last few times he kicked your arse?" the one called Fred stood in front while George held his arm back. Ron reluctantly complied, though he sent a death glare at Harry.
After making sure Ron wouldn't pull his wand out, George turned looked forward. "Harry, would it be possible."
Fred picked up, "for us to ask a favor of you?"
"What kind of favor?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"It concerns our friend Lee. You see, he has a thing for Katie."
George spoke next, "and he wants her to notice him."
"There's just a small problem," they spoke in unison.
"I fail to see the issue. If he fancies Katie, then there should be no issue as to why he hasn't asked her out," Harry stated in a neutral voice.
Fred and George looked at each other for a moment before resuming. "He wants to but believes that your friend Vaisey also has feelings for her."
Fred came in "we were wondering if you could get him to back off for a while. At least long enough for Lee to ask her out."
Harry pinched the bridges of his nose. "So let me get this straight. You want me to keep Aaron away from Katie because Jordan has a thing for her," inhaling a breath. "I can't do that!"
"Why not?" they asked together.
"One: Aaron and Katie are my friends and have a right to choose if they want to hang out with one another. Two: I have no interest in helping you, two play matchmakers. Lee is your friend, not mine, and I have no obligations to him. If he likes Katie, then he needs to man up and ask her out, not rely on you two."
George stepped forward. "Harry, please! We're asking as Gryffindor teammates."
Fred stood next to him. "Lee's liked her since second year. We only want to help the bloke out."
"The answer is no!" Harry said. "If you really want to help Lee get a date with Katie, then tell him to get off his butt and ask her out."
He turned around and left the Weasley's there. Harry continued walking until he arrived at the gargoyle. "I have a meeting with the headmaster. Will you please let me through?"
The gargoyle looked at him for a second before granting his request and allowing him to proceed. As Harry ascended the stairs, he made sure his occlumency shields were in place, not trusting the headmaster to subtly use legilimency on him. When he made it to the door, Dumbledore's rang before he could knock, "come in, Mr. Potter." Opening the door, he saw all of the professors' presents, including his godfather.
"Sirius? Not that it's not good to see you, but what are you doing here?" giving the man a hug. Suzaku flew to the perch and landed next to Fawkes; the two phoenixes started trilling with delight.
Dumbledore was surprised to see his phoenix get along so well with Harry's. However, he soon began to think there was still a chance of getting the boy on his side. After all, phoenixes only bonded with people from the light.
Sirius returned the embrace and looked at him "what can't a godfather come and see his favorite godson?" he jokingly asked. "I'm filling in for grandfather. He had some prior engagements to attend to and couldn't get out of it."
Harry then turned to Dumbledore. "So, why am I here?" his voice became neutral again. "I haven't done anything wrong to warrant the attention of the entire staff."
Dumbledore turned his attention away from the phoenixes to look at the boy. "Mr. Potter, you are not in trouble," he said in a grandfatherly voice. "In fact, your professors and I have some good news for you. Minerva, if you would please", gesturing her to speak.
The usual stern expression on McGonagall's face was replaced by a soft smile. "Mr. Potter, as you already know. You will be taking your NEWT exams at the beginning of June; given your track record, they should be a breeze for you." Harry had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her, so he settled for remaining quiet. "That said, the professors and I would like to offer you the chance of becoming our apprentices after you receive your final grades."
Harry's eyes went wide as he was struck speechless. The professors were offering to take him as an apprentice to further his studies. This was something he had wanted for a long time, quickly composing himself "while I have to say that I'm surprised to hear what you've said. I would like to be sure about something. You all want to offer me an apprenticeship, correct?" looking at the professors.
They all gave him warm nods, except for Severus, who had a blank expression on his face, though Harry could tell he was happy. Professor Flitwick was the most excited as he had a big smile on his face and looked ready to start bouncing. "The offers are indeed amazing. However, I'm sorry to say that I will not be doing a master's in herbology."
The occupants in the room were surprised to hear what he said. "If I may ask, why not? You certainly have talent when it comes to the subject."
He looked at Professor Vector. She was one of the professors he actually respected. "The reason is that I don't trust Professor Sprout, especially not after the way she treated me during the chamber of secrets fiasco. In case I missed something, her House values fairness, and she was anything but fair with me."
Pomona looked down in shame as it was true that she unfairly accused him of opening the chamber and petrifying muggleborns. She understood why he refused to study under her; finding her voice, she spoke. "Mr. Potter, there are no words to describe how sorry I am for what happened to you during the incident. Instead of protecting you, I allowed the members of my House to bully and harass you without any justifications," bowing her head in shame. "But I would like the chance to earn your trust again. I give you my word that you will be treated fairly, should you accept my apprenticeship."
Harry narrowed his eyes, judging to see if there were any signs of deception in her voice. "I will think about it."
Albus mentally let out a breath as he thought Harry would have been more difficult. "Now, what subjects would you like to study under first?"
Harry had to really think about that question, spending the next five minutes debating; he finally made up his mind. "I'll start with Transfiguration, Charms, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. I will choose the person I wish to study under for DADA."
"That is acceptable," Dumbledore agreed as the subjects will be able to keep the boy busy.
Severus grunted, bringing the attention to him "keep in mind, Potter, that I did not make this choice likely" he began with his trademark sneer visible. "The only reason why I even decided to take you as an apprentice is that you're very adept potions. While the other professors are in agreement, I am still debating whether or not you deserve to apprentice under me."
Harry knew that Severus had to appear as if he hated him because Dumbledore was present, and they didn't want him knowing about their relationship.
"Have care of how you speak of James, Snape. If you do anything to harm him, then you and I will be clashing wands," Sirius warned. But, thanks to his training with Cassie, he was able to keep up his appearance and fool Dumbledore into believing that he still harbored a grudge against Severus.
"Say if do take me as an apprentice, what would it entail?" Harry knew what was going on and decided to play his part.
This time Dumbledore spoke, "there are a few very fast and very difficult rules that you'll need to follow if you want to gain a mastery. The only requirement is that you will need to submit a new spell, potion, etc. To the person, you apprenticed under. After that, it has to be evaluated by the Guilds they are a part of."
"Alright, that seems agreeable!" Dumbledore was about to speak, but Harry raised a hand. "I do have a question for Professor Sprout before we continue." Turning to the school's resident herbology teacher, "regarding what Professor Vector said about my skills in herbology. There is someone else you need to consider taking as an apprentice."
"Who did you have in mind?" Sprout enquired.
"Neville Longbottom!" Harry said, making some of the professors' eyes open wide. "You cannot deny that he is a prodigy when it comes to the subject. Despite what people have said about him in the past, he's not a squib. He was merely a late-bloomer who was handicapped and needed to build his confidence up. Why is he not being offered an apprenticeship in herbology?"
The professors looked at each other as if they were silently debating on what he said about Longbottom. A few of them had smiles plastered on their faces. The biggest smile came from Pomona as she noticed how skilled the boy was when it came to her class. Severus only sneered, and Moody grunted.
"Mr. Potter does make an interesting point," Flitwick squeaked, "and Mr. Longbottom's grades have drastically improved. When he first attended school, the boy was shy, timid, and a bit lazy. But, ever since his third year, he's become more intuitive and dedicated to his studies."
"There's no question that Mr. Longbottom has come a long way," McGonagall interjected. "I think it would be more prudent to observe the boy more closely and if he performs well on his herbology OWL exam. Then we'll debate about offering him an apprenticeship."
Harry nodded his head. "Is there anything else we need to discuss, or am I free to leave? It is almost dinner time."
Professor Vector stepped forward. "Mr. Potter, there is one thing I like to ask of you before you leave." He gave a curt nod telling her to proceed. "They're a couple of students in my third year Arithmancy class who are struggling with the course. I was wondering if you could possibly tutor them."
He stared at her with curious eyes "that'll depend on who I'll be tutoring and for how long. As you already know, I'm in my final year and have to take my NEWT exams in June, so I need to plan my schedule accordingly."
Severus was silently agreed with him not only does he have to prepare for his NEWT exams at the end of the year. He also has other 'activities' that will undoubtedly be requiring his attention. There is also the fact that he still had to tell the boy that he will not be able to enter the International dueling tournament this coming year. Hayato explained that he would be taking Harry and Ms. Kawada to the Citadel the second week of May. Meaning that Harry would have to take his exams at the ICW.
"That is very responsible of you," she praised while wondering what he'll be like when he became her apprentice. He had a certain thirst for knowledge and a desire to prove himself, much like his mother before him. "While I know you will undoubtedly be very busy preparing for your exams. I'd still like to ask you to tutor some of my struggling third-years."
Harry had to think for a few minutes, considering the pros and cons. Finally making up his mind "before I agree to anything. I'm going to need details, like who I'll be tutoring and for how long?"
"Of course," Vector began. "The tutoring sessions will be until the end of November, and there will be a total of ten students." She gave him a list of people in attendance, some of the students he knew because they were part of the Harry Potter fan club. Only when she named the last two did he freeze "Ginevra Weasley and Colin Creevey."
He stared at her with wide eyes. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the youngest Weasley, as she had an obsession with him and the mouse-haired boy with a man-crush on him. "There might be a few problems with the people you listed."
"What kind?"
"For starters, some of the students you named are members of the Harry Potter fan club. Meaning instead of getting their work done and learning something. They'll be more interested in learning about my personal life than the subject. Next is Ginevra Weasley. You may not know this, but she is obsessed with me and likely not pay attention" he chose his words very carefully when describing the youngest Weasley. Truthfully the girl annoyed him and sent shivers down his back.
Professor nodded her head, acknowledging what he said. While it's true, she heard about the boy's fan club and likely wanted to be away from the other students who'd only want to use him for his fame. However, she wanted to see how he taught others; from what she knew, Potter was still a student of Mahoutokoro. Their senior students often took those younger as apprentices. This would serve him greatly as he would already have experience when dealing with students. "Will you at least think about it?"
Instead of saying no like he was about to, Harry let out a breath when his mind went to the students who weren't in his fan club. "I would like 48 hours to think about the matter."
"That is perfectly acceptable," agreeing to his request. "You may leave now!"
Harry whirled around and walked out of the room, thinking about the meeting he'd had with the professors. They were offering to take him as their apprentice and possibly gain a master's in their respective subjects. It was something he had wanted for years, and he would be able to prove himself worthy. But, on the other hand, Professor Vector wanted him to tutor students who were struggling with her class. While that would not have bothered him, some people he'd have to tutor would only want to flaunt his status and gain his favor. Those thoughts followed him all the way to the great hall, where he found the others sittings at the Ravenclaw table.
Dinner was an enjoyable affair as most of the students talked about the Triwizard tournament and wished to enter. The others talked about Mad-Eye Moody and his class. To them, they thought the man received one too many curses and that he was actually crazy. Other than that, they actually enjoyed his class. Given that he was one of the best Aurors in the Ministry, who fought in the last war, people muttered 'how he actually looked death in the eye.'
When dinner finally ended, Harry told the others to meet in the room of requirement as he had something to tell them. Looking over his shoulder at the Gryffindor table, he spotted Aaron sitting next to Katie, her fellow chasers, and respective boyfriends. Next to George was Jordan, who was sending death glares toward Aaron. Evidently, the dark-skinned boy didn't like the Slytherin being so close with Katie; walking over, he tapped his arm and whispered into his ear. Aaron's eyes widened at what he heard; saying goodbye to Katie, he followed behind Harry and the others. After arriving, they sat down on the sofas near the fire; Harry made sure to lock the door, so no one from the outside could enter.
"Alright, Harry, what's up?" Aaron asked, breaking the silence.
"Aaron, you're going to need to watch your back from now on," Harry stated in a neutral voice.
That quickly got his and everyone else's attention. Nicole narrowed her eyes at him "why don't you start from the beginning" suggesting in a calm yet orderly tone.
And so he did. Harry explained the talk he had with the Weasley twins and the favor they wanted from him. When asked what his response was? He told them no and that if Lee fancied Katie, then he should ask her out. "The twins didn't like my response, as I'm sure you guessed by the glares you've got from Jordan today. I can't put my foot on it, but something tells me they'll try to make you look like a fool."
Aaron and Nicole looked at each other for a second before turning their attention back to him. "You really think they come after me for hanging out with Katie?" Aaron was torn between nervousness and seething; he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The twins were notorious for pranking people with Jordan, with most of them being either embarrassing or outright painful. On the other hand, he also had to consider his feelings for Katie. It was true that he liked her a lot but didn't know how she felt about him.
"Honestly, I don't know." Harry shrugged his shoulders since last year he noticed how well he and Katie have interacted with one another. Even after practice, he would sometimes overhear Katie talking about Aaron with Angelina and Alicia. Her fellow chasers sometimes joked about how close the two were making Katie blush. Maybe she did like him as more than just a friend, "however, I recommend watching your back whenever your near them. Knowing those two, they'll try and get you when your back is turned."
"If they try attacking him, then they'll get a response like no other." Nicole was on her feet with determination in her eyes. Being an apprentice to their head of house and Head Girl granted certain privileges. For instance, she can punish those that acted up in class, like Malfoy and his gang. Already she assigned the blonde idiot his whore Parkinson and Nott for trying to sabotage another person's potion. The three disgraces had their potions vanished and were given detention for three days. Normally, Slytherin couldn't go after each other in public, but she was Professor Snape's apprentice putting her outside the rules of her house.
Should the Weasley twins try anything on Aaron, then there will be hell to pay. However, it still angered her that Dumbledore hadn't expelled the two yet. Despite all they've done over the years, they were still allowed an education.
Aaron grabbed her hand. "I appreciate your interest, but I can handle the two of them." He resumed as she was about to speak, "I'm not a little boy anymore. In two years, I will be an adult, and it's time I started acting like a man."
Nicole wanted to retort, but he was right. In two years, he'll become an adult and become the Head of their family. While she was indeed proud of him, he still had much to learn. Considering what happened at the World Cup, things are about to take a turn for the worse, and people are going to end up dead. Resolving herself, "we're going to need to prepare for what's to come."
"That's a given," the familiar silk voice interjected; everyone saw Severus coming through floo, looking as sour as ever. Surveying the room until his eyes fell on Adrian and the Vaisey siblings. "You three will need to learn occlumency and advance combat magic. I have already spoken with your guardians, and they've agreed," he coolly said. "From what they told me, you three know the basics of the mental arts, correct?" They nodded. "The basics will not do you any good against the Dark Lord or any members from his inner circle. Pray they don't capture or attempt to mind rape you as the consequences will be dire."
"You mean they will be able to manipulate us into doing whatever they want" Adrian was now pale.
Severus narrowed his eyes. "That is putting it mildly," he stated. "The Dark Lord himself is a supreme legilimens! In the past, it was often his pleasure to invade the minds of his victims, creating images designed to torture them into madness. Only after extracting the last exquisite ounce answers, only after he had them literally begging for death, would he finally kill them." Stepping forward "as adept as he instance, almost always knows when somebody is lying to him. Only those skilled at Occlumency are able to shut down those feelings and memories that contradict the lie and so utter falsehoods in his presence without detection."
Adrian, Aaron, and Nicole gulped at what he said. Then, after exchanging looks, the former spoke, "when do we start, sir?"
"Your lessons will start next week," Severus confirmed. "In the meantime, I recommend that you three practice your occlumency shields, along with offensive and defensive spells. From there, I'll get a clear picture of what I'm working with! For now, clear the room," he ordered. "I need to speak with Hadrian alone."
Noting the seriousness in his voice, they didn't argue and vacated the room using the passageways provided by the room of requirement to go back to their respective common rooms. When they were alone, Severus looked at his son. "What's wrong?"
Curling his lips as if thinking how he was going to respond. "There has been a change of plans," Severus began "you will not be participating in the dueling tournaments this coming year."
"What?" Harry exclaimed, hopping to his feet in shock. "I've already filled out the forms and was going to send them in the morning. Why can't I compete?" The dueling circuits were a way for him to refine his skills in martial magic. It provided competition and a sense of freedom.
Severus narrowed his eyes, telling Harry to sit down and listen, to which he reluctantly complied with, "as I was saying, you will not be participating in the tournaments. The second week of May, you and Ms. Kawada are scheduled to leave for the Citadel."
"Why do we have to leave for the Citadel?" Harry gave him a puzzled look.
"Hayato explained that he was escorting the both of you there to complete your training and become full-fledged Magi's," Severus explained. Taking a breath, "believe me, I'm on your side. I disagreed with how long you will be gone."
"How long will I have to stay at the Citadel?" Harry somewhat deflated after seeing the expression on his dad's face. Severus thinned his lips "until the 5th of August."
"That long," Harry sighed. "Alright!" They spent the rest of the time talking until it was time for bed, with Severus going back to his own quarters and Harry going upstairs to change before retiring for the night.
(0^0)
At the ICW's interrogation room stood Jack, Alex, Cassiopeia, and Arcturus. The three of them were looking down at Horace Slughorn, trying to get him to spill any information he had on his former student. The portly man was most uncooperative and was testing Arcturus's patience, which he did not appreciate. It had taken a considerable amount of time and resources to find the old potion's master. For a man his size, he was pretty difficult to find. However, Arcturus and Cassiopeia were anything if not stubborn. They eventually caught up to him in Knockturn alley trying to buy some Vibranium root along with a few pints of unicorn blood. Together they discretely put a few tracking charms on him before leaving the establishment. Much as they wanted to grab him, they had to be patient because there were too many witnesses in the shop and the streets. So, they retreated back to the castle to test the tracking charms on him.
Arcturus was relieved as they could finally keep track of the man. They needed to wait until nightfall, and then they transport him to the ICW, where the others would be waiting. Cassie knew how Arcturus felt about waiting so long and sympathized with him because it would be easier just to take the man away. But they couldn't risk being seen by anyone. The two took turns making sure the devices were operating well, for they didn't want to lose their quarry. Eventually, when darkness came, they were able to triangulate his position to a small magical town a couple miles away. Apparating towards the residence, the two worked on disabling the wards, which alone took some time as Cassiopeia would've preferred to blast them apart. Still, the situation called for finesse and subtlety. After the wards were down, they stealthily moved inside the house, where they found Slughorn reading a book and drinking a mug of hot chocolate. She quickly cast a stunning spell on the unsuspecting man and portkeyed him to the rendezvous point where the others were waiting.
When Alex and Jack saw the man, they escorted him to the interrogation room and revived him. Horace was torn between being scared out of his mind or angry that his evening was ruined; mostly scared when he saw two high-ranking agents from the ICW. His fear increased the moment the Blacks walked in, and now he was positively scared as he knew the power they wielded. Together the four spent a total of two hours questioning him about his former student Voldemort, but he quickly denied any knowledge of him. It was clear that he was scared and didn't want to talk.
"My patience is wearing very thin" Arcturus's voice indicated that he was annoyed. So, far Slughorn has not given up any information about Voldemort, and it was starting to grate on his nerves. "We know you were his head of house when he was in school and that you were really fond of him."
"Please, I don't know anything," Slughorn said in defiance, rattling the chains on his wrist. "Would you people please let me go? I haven't done anything to warrant this type of treatment."
"That's a laugh" Cassiopeia stepped forward and gave a dark chuckle that made Horace freeze. "Face it, you're a socialite who enjoys the privileges of social elites," she coolly stated, narrowing her grey eyes at him. "Did you really think your disappearance from high-ranking functions would go unnoticed? There's a reason you've spent top galleons on advanced wards and trying to hide from the public at large."
"I had to hide," Horace interjected. "You know full well that you know who's people have escaped Azkaban. They could be anywhere by now or have sympathizers waiting with information about people. And given how long it took to catch them, can you blame me for wanting to stay under the radar? The worst members of his inner circle are Dolohov and the Lestranges. Anyone who survived the last war knows what they're capable of. After all, you two should know as Bellatrix Lestrange is a member of your House."
Arcturus narrowed his eyes in irritation and made Slughorn pale slightly "was! Bellatrix is no longer a member of the House of Black," which caused Horace's eyes to open wide. "Not that it's any of your concern! Now, I'm going to give you till the count of three to answer our questions before we resort to forcefully taking it."
"One!"
"Lord Black, please be reasonable," Horace pleaded.
"Two," he roared, causing the man to sweat even more bullets than he already was.
"Thr-" he was cut off when Slughorn shouted. "Alright, alright, I'll talk! Just stop counting already" swallowing the lump in his neck, he spoke, what do you want to know?"
Alex responded, "we want to know about your former protégé Voldemort" which made Horace gulp in fear. "However, you know him as Tom Riddle!"
"He was a brilliant boy who excelled in all of his classes. It saddened me how he went to work for Borgin and Burke's instead of at the Ministry. I explained how I had contacts but declined as he was happy working for that depressing shop."
"We already know that piece of information," Alex said in an uncaring mood. "We want to know what you told him about Horcruxes and why? That type of magic is dangerous and forbidden."
At the mention of that word, Horace's face was laced with fear "please don't think bad of me. At the time, I thought he was interested in studying the topic. All I did was give him an overview of the subject. Honestly, I didn't think he'd be that interested in it, but I was wrong as he delved more into it."
Jack questioned further, "did he mention how many he intended to make?"
Horace nodded. "He said something about seven" the moment that number left his mouth, the others looked astonished at what he said. An idea suddenly came to mind. "I see this information is valuable to you. Good! I am not saying another word until I see the keys to a safe house!"
Arcturus growled. "If you think," he didn't get far as Jack stopped him. "Easy! He is well within his rights to ask for protection." Turning his attention away, "we'll be back in a few minutes," he ushered the others to follow him.
To Horace, it felt like an eternity, but it had only been ten minutes before they returned to offer him a deal. There was a safe house in Macusa which he could use. The only catch was that he had to give all the information on Voldemort and the Horcruxes. Alex and Cassiopeia were quite adamant that he cooperate and give them the information they wanted. Of course, Horace didn't want to comply, but the fear of being caught by He-who-must-not-be-named inner circle scared him into an agreement. The only thing was that he wished to give them a memory and that he wanted to be obliviated.
Jack made sure Horace took a magical vow, saying that there was no tampering with the memory. Once the vow was taken and the memory secured in a vial. They obliviated him so he wouldn't remember giving them the information. Finally settling on the paperwork, they spent a good hour looking through houses and signing papers.
(0^0)
During the last few days in October, things at Hogwarts settled somewhat. The professors were still assigning homework assignments, preparing the students in fifth and seventh years for their exams. Harry, in particular, spent most of his time in the chamber of secrets, either studying for his NEWTs or practicing wandless magic under the four founders' watchful eyes. While the process may have been slow, his control of the amount of magic required was now precise. That being the case, he still had to speak the incantations.
Along with his growing power, he grew from 5'9 to 5'11. His body emulated his magical prowess, as it too had changed. The females at school seemed to appreciate his new development and were either undressing him with their eyes or trying to get him alone. Though, he chose not to acknowledge their advances on him.
True to his word, he thought about tutoring some students struggling with Arithmancy, but not without safeguards. One: She would have to attend the sessions. Two: had to keep the students on track with their lessons. Three: make Weasley wouldn't try touching his arm. When the day finally came for the delegates to arrive once classes were over for the day, everyone went to the courtyard.
Dumbledore finally spoke after a few minutes of looking into the distance "Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!" Harry also noticed the winged horses in the distance thanks to his enhanced vision. Rolling his eyes, he snorted as it was obvious that the French students would travel by carriages.
"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.
"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest. Something large, much larger than a broomstick - or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks - was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
Harry listened as to some of the other theories to what was pulling the carriage. All were ranging from dragons, flying houses, or a group of thestrals. Harry and Emily tuned them out for the most part as they already knew about the Abraxan creatures.
Hagrid directed the driver to a clearing where he was almost knocked on his arse as the beasts almost rammed at him. The first to emerge from the carriages was a giant woman. The woman was probably about a couple inches taller than Hagrid, and she was dressed in fine silk robes and decked in jewels. Harry used his elemental sight on her and saw that she was half-giant, not that he really cared. As he already looked into the headmaster and headmistress coming to Hogwarts. Following Madam, Maxine was a group of thirty students appearing to be in at least their fifth year, with the majority probably being seventeen years old. They were dressed in fine silk blue robes.
Over in the Slytherin section, Tracey and Daphne whispered how they were also wearing scarves around their necks as they must be cold. "You would think they knew how to perform warming charms," Tracey muttered somewhat sarcastically as the French students were acting rather haughty with their attempts to look appear above everyone else.
Daphne agreed. Her attention soon fell on Fleur Delacour as she got the attention of the males with her presence. After the tournament, she looked into the Delacour's and discovered that Sebastian married a half-veela and had veela daughters. Veela's, in particular, possessed the power to entrance men with their allure's, turning them into drooling idiots. Seeing the silvery blonde stroll with her fellow classmates, she saw an expressionless mask on her face, but it was all for show as Daphne could tell that she didn't like the attention she was getting from the boys. Daphne felt sorry for her as she knew what it was like hiding behind a mask. If one word could describe what it was like, it would be: Lonely!
Her attention was donned to Dumbledore, who went to greet the gigantic woman. "My dear Madame Maxime," he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbly-dorr," said Madame Maxime in a deep voice. "I 'ope I find you well?"
"In excellent form, I thank you," said Dumbledore.
"My pupils," said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.
As they were talking, Madam Maxine asked. "As Karkaroff arrived yet?"
"He should be here any moment," said Dumbledore. "Would you like to wait here and greet him, or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"
"Warm-up, I think," said Madame Maxime. "But ze 'orses -"
"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them," said Dumbledore, "the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other - er - charges."
"My steeds require - er - forceful 'handling," said Madame Maxime, looking as though she doubted whether any Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts could be up to the job. "Zey are very strong. . . ."
"I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job," said Dumbledore, smiling.
"Very well," said Madame Maxime, bowing slightly. "Will you please inform zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orses drink only single-malt whiskey?"
"Expensive arse horses," Blaise muttered to Aaron, who had to resist the urge to snicker.
Dumbledore leads the woman and her students inside the school to the great hall. That was when Lee noticed something rumbling in the lake "look. The lake," he shouted, pointing toward the water. Everyone watched as the surface began to bumble and swirl like someone had pulled the plug on the Black Lake. Then a dark wooden pole started to rise from the surface as it came out. Harry recognized it as the mast. An old warship that seemed pretty loaded with cannons. When it reached the shores, a plank was lowered, and the people started disembarking.
A man dressed in sleek silver furs came with his students, all of which were well-built and wearing cloaks of some kind of shaggy, matted fur. Harry already knew who the man was: Igor Karkaroff. Former death eater turned traitor. He knew how Karkaroff got free and what some of his family members thought of him.
"Albus, it is good to see you again," He greeted with open arms and gave the older man a strong hug.
"Igor," Dumbledore spoke jovially as he embraced the man.
"Ah, dear old Hogwarts," the man said in what was supposed to be a tone of longing and happiness came out off, as the man grimaced while he tried to smile, showing off his decaying yellow teeth, some of the girls were repulsed when they saw his teeth. Two or three of them even made gagging noises. Harry didn't like the way he was speaking but stayed quiet. "How good it is to be here, how good... Viktor, come along, into the warmth. . . you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold..."
Harry doubted that he actually cared for his students and only saw them as instruments to further his agenda. He did, however, grin when he saw Viktor coming with the others. Of course, Weasley ruined the good mood by tactlessly shouting, "blimey, it's him Viktor Krum" in a high-pitched squeak. Some of the other males looked like they were about to lose it themselves. The other Houses were in awe, trying to get a glance at the international quidditch star.
The Hogwarts students went in after the Durmstrang students, who were shoving trying to get near Viktor, wanting to talk to him. Many were surprised that he was still in school as they had a hard time believing it. While the Hogwarts students went to sit with their respective houses in the great hall, Fleur and the people from Beauxbatons sat at the Ravenclaw table. When Fleur spotted Emily, the two started talking almost immediately. Durmstrang students, on the other hand, sat at the Slytherin's table.
It wasn't long before the rest of the students and staff members were seated, and Dumbledore made his grand speech. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and - most particularly - guests," said Dumbledore, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable." Soon the food appeared like every other day before Halloween. The plates were gold, and there were piles of different candies and treats present.
Halfway through the feast, Fleur came over to the Gryffindor table where Harry was and, after exchanging greeting one another (Fleur's case the French way.) The two started talking in French before speaking in English. Harry noted how good her English had become since the last time they spoke. Through most of their conversation, Harry saw many boys actively staring at her with lustful eyes. It was pretty obvious they were entranced by her allure and thought she was nothing but a piece of meat. "Don't look now, but there are some hormonal idiots who are being entranced by your allure. You might want to watch your step around here," whispering her a warning.
Fleur took a quick look around and agreed. Oui. Eet est to be expected, non! Though, I 'ope z'ere mates don't start sending evil eyes at, moi."
"Then don't turn around."
"Merde!" She sighed.
As the two continued. Harry sensed someone coming from behind, though he didn't get any bad vibes as a familiar presence washed over "how's it going, Viktor?"
"It is good," Viktor answered though his heavy accent was still present. The two hugged and continued talking, much to everyone's surprise as they couldn't get over how easily the two were talking with one another.
Harry told him that he and his allies were at the World Cup and watched the match between Bulgaria and Ireland "that was a superb catch."
"Da. I did what I had to do," he commented. "Would you like to go flying sometime? It's been some time since we last raced against each other."
Harry had to think for a few minutes while he liked being in the air. His schedule was mostly full. "Probably in about a week or two as my schedule is pretty full at the moment. You know, with classes and all."
Viktor chuckled. "Don't worry, I understand. This is also my final year, so; I get the picture. Let me know when you're free, alright."
"You got it, and thanks! Anyway, I'll talk to you later, alright" the two shook hands before Viktor went back to where the Durmstrang students were.
Ron was sitting with Hermione, Seamus, and Dean; the three male Gryffindors were gaping like fishes. "How the bloody hell does Potter know Viktor Krum so well?"
"Ron, language," Hermione chastised. Though she was skeptical about how well the two seemed to be talking.
"But it's Viktor Krum," Ron exclaimed. "He's the best seeker in the world!" Dean and Seamus nodded in agreement, making Hermione roll her eyes. However, Seamus was actively staring at the silvery-blonde sitting next to Harry.
"See that girl sitting next to Harry," looking at Dean, who grunted. "That is one fine lass. You know what I'm saying here?" while checking her out, he almost started drooling. "I wonder if she is free," silently hoping that she was as his intentions on her were written all over his face.
Hermione scoffed and turned away. She would be doing research about the silvery vixen later.
When dinner finally ended, the golden plates had vanished along with the food, Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall. The Weasley twins were leaning forward, staring at Dumbledore with great concentration. "The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" - there was a smattering of polite applause - "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."
"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."
At the mention of the word "champions," the attentiveness of the listening students seemed to sharpen. Perhaps Dumbledore had noticed their sudden stillness, for he smiled as he said, "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch."
Filch, who'd been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old. A murmur of excited interest rose from the watching students; Dennis Creevey actually stood on his chair to see it properly, but being so tiny, his head hardly rose above anyone else's.
"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways.. their magical prowess - their daring - their powers of deduction - and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."
Harry had a bad feeling about the tournament. There was a reason why it was discontinued. He, however, doubted that wither Crouch. Sr or Bagman knew the true history of the goblet of fire. Silently he referred to them as 'brainless arseholes with no common sense.'
Dumbledore continued explaining how three delegates would be chosen: one from each school and some of the rules. First, they had to write their names on a piece of parchment and submit it by tomorrow before the announcement. Then, taking his wand out, he tapped the casket, making it open to reveal a large metal with white-blue flames dancing inside.
"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation," said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line.
The way he was talking made Harry's stomach turn as it was almost like he wanted someone to get killed during the tournament. The old goat was putting an Age Line to ward people off. It may be simple but quite effective, though it should stand to reason that additional enchantments should be added. That, however, wasn't the only thing bothering him, as Maxine and Karkaroff should also be placing enchantments on the fire. It was in the contracts they signed to have the Triwizard tournament started again. They may be on British soil, but they were still responsible for their student's well-being. Something wasn't right, and it was making him uneasy.
"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Therefore, please be very sure that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."
Madam Maxine rose from the head table, ushering her students back to the carriage. Fleur wished Harry and Emily goodnight before leaving with her fellow Beauxbatons classmates. Some of the students of Hogwarts followed behind, wanting to vacate to their respective dorms.
At the Slytherin table, Karkaroff did the same with his students. "Back to the ship, then," he was saying. "Viktor, how are you feeling? Did you eat enough? Should I send for some mulled wine from the kitchens?"
Harry saw Krum shake his head as he pulled his furs back on. "Professor, I vood like some vine," said one of the other Durmstrang boys hopefully.
"I wasn't offering it to you, Poliakoff," snapped Karkaroff, his warmly paternal air vanishing in an instant. "I notice you have dribbled food all down the front of your robes again, disgusting boy" without saying another word, he whirled around, intending to go back to his quarters.
The endless sea of students made that easier said than done as Igor was pushed towards Harry. He would have said something but stopped when he spied what was left of Harry's scar, while it might not have been as visible as he thought. It was on his forehead, nonetheless. Igor grabbed Harry's neck, pulling him close, wanting to get a better look, but he had more than a split second before receiving a punch to the nose, making him let go of the boy. Harry followed up by kicking him in the groin, along with two other punches at the man's face breaking his teeth along with his nose. Their little skirmish attracted a large crowd of students who were watching the beat down. Harry's sister and friends had their wands trained on the deplorable headmaster. Daphne and Emily were seething as people could tell their wands lighting up with a spell clearly on their tongues.
Igor tried to strike the brat in his face, but the boy grabbed the incoming punch and twisted it behind his back. Harry then grabbed the back of Karkaroff's neck and slammed his face on the table.
The professors, along with Karkaroff's aide, attempted to break up the fight. "Mr. Potter, you will release Mr. Karkaroff this minute," Dumbledore ordered. Unfortunately, this only seemed to make the boy even angrier as he released his magic in waves, which made the students back away. The ones closer to Harry tried to get away quickly as they fell to their knees, gasping as the air became thin. Some windows even blew apart, and storms were raging both in the great hall and outside. A couple first and second years screamed when they heard lightning strikes.
"Harry, please let him go. He will not grab you like that again" Severus was trying to appeal to him through their link. While it was true that Igor did ask for an arse beating as he was a little weasel. He still should have known better than to grab a student by the neck. However, Severus had to admit that even he wanted to beat the shite out of the man for the way he grabbed his son. It was only through his mastery of the mental arts that he could keep his true intentions under lock and key. "Let him go," Severus softly ordered.
Harry took a breath regaining his rational mind. Reluctantly he released his hold on the man, but not before delivering a punch to the back of his head. "If you ever grab me that way again, then you will no longer have your hands," he said in a cold voice.
Igor picked himself up, glaring daggers at him, "you insufferable little shite." He rounded on Dumbledore. "Albus, I demand that you have this boy expelled. He attacked and embarrassed me in front of my students."
"I think you might want to reassess the situation, Igor" Professor Vector stared murderous daggers at him. "From what I witnessed; you made the mistake of grabbing him by the neck. So far as I'm concerned, you pretty much asked for him to attack you."
"Septima is indeed correct," Albus commented, twinkling his eyes at the woman before turning back to the bruised man. "Need I remind you that you're a guest in my school, and should you prove to be a danger, then you will be removed, and whoever your champion will have to enter the tournament alone." The usual twinkle in his eyes was replaced by calm but serious ones.
Igor snarled as he took his wand our repairing his nose. "This insult will not stand! His attack on me has irked the ire of Durmstrang, and I demand satisfaction. By right of honor, I demand either an apology or a duel."
This time Minerva entered the fray. "You have no rights demanding an apology," she said in an ice-cold voice. "Let alone issuing a duel with a-"
"I accept the duel," Harry interjected, causing everyone to look at him with bewilderment.
"Mr. Potter, you do not know what you're getting yourself into" Minerva stared intently at the boy.
"I believe I do," he retorted. "If this traitorous piece of shite wants a battle, then I'm happy to give him one. Besides, I've been itching for a fight all day" He let his eyes shine, showing he wasn't afraid, "so what's it going to be fuck face? You going to fight or flee like the cowardly shite you are?" Staring intently at Karkaroff. However, should you accept the duel, then you better not cry like a little bitch like you did at your trial."
Igor's face was red with rage. "How dare you insinuate that I'm a coward. Were if you a Durmstrang student, then I teach you your place."
Harry walked forward, getting in the man's face. "I don't fear traitorous death eaters, and I wasn't insinuating you a coward as you clearly are one. After your precious master was defeated, you ratted out a couple of your fellow death eaters to get a reduced sentence. If you were truly loyal to your master, then you would never have sold out your buddies for a reduced sentence. Instead, you turned traitor and got a cushy job at a fancy school where you thought you'd be safe. But you're not!" coolly stated. "Because the death eaters are free, especially the ones you ratted out, and you know what that means."
Igor paled significantly in exchange for his freedom. He gave the names and locations of his former colleagues. By doing that, he painted a cross on himself. Having heard the breakout in Azkaban, he had a feeling they seek vengeance for his betrayal.
"Last chance Karkaroff. What's it going to be, fight or flight? Just keep in mind that there's no mask or master to hide behind."
Renewing his anger, Igor looked him dead in the eyes "bring it on. We'll duel according to the rules at Durmstrang." He thought this would give him the edge as the dueling rules at his institution meant they could use anything except the unforgivable. The rules also forbid killing. Brutality and ruthlessness were the keys as Durmstrang was bout survival.
"Fine with me," Harry smirked, having a feeling he knew what Karkaroff was thinking. The waste of flesh thought he would have the advantage by using the rules from his school, but boy, he was wrong.
"Mr. Potter, please reconsider" Albus looked at him, wanting to diffuse the tension in the hall "there is no need for a duel between you two," he calmly said. "Rest assure, he will not touch you like that ever again."
"Your sentiment is noted," Harry commented. "But the motherfucker here needs to know that his actions have consequences. So like it or not, he and I will duel today. It can be done either here, or the ministry choice is yours!"
Moody barked out laughing, bringing everyone's attention to him. "Nice to see someone around here actually has a pair of balls," beaming at the Potter boy while ignoring the scathing glare from Minerva for the use of his language. In truth, he was secretly hoping that Karkaroff would get his arse beaten. He wanted to see what the boy would do to the cowardly shite; this would be great entertainment for his allies. "You're different from Malfoy's spawn! You actually have a spine. Lord Black must be proud!"
The crowd stared in anticipation as they wondered what Dumbledore was going to say. After a few minutes of thinking, the old man sighed "the duel will happen on the quidditch pitch," he announced for everyone to hear. "However, the first through second years will not be in attendance. Prefects, please lead the younger students to their common rooms while I escort Headmaster Karkaroff and Mr. Potter to the quidditch pitch," he said in a stern voice.
The first and second years groaned as they wanted to watch the duel but complied and followed the prefects out of the great hall. Dumbledore leads the others to the quidditch pitch. If there was going to be a duel, then it'll be done while he was watching. He would also get to see how powerful Harry had become. He only hoped that the boy didn't receive any permanent injuries as he still needed the brat to complete his master plan.
Daphne and Emily gripped Harry's hands with concern. "Relax, guys, I'll be fine," giving them both a genuine smile. They entered the stadium within the next few minutes. Harry shed his robes and walked on the field while Daphne and Emily waited by the entrance. On the other side, Igor emerged from his side, drawing his wand.
Dumbledore waved his wand in the stands, lighting the torches on the field as both combatants drew their wands ready to begin. Standing next to him were the other professors, including Karkaroff's aide, Ludo Bagman, and Barty Crouch Sr. Alastor took a recording crystal as he wanted to record the duel. Quickly he cast a sonorous charm to amplify his voice and gave the instructions for the duel. The students in the stands were silently placing bets on who would emerge victoriously. When he neared the end of explaining, "combatants remember the use of unforgivable and killing is above all forbidden. Anything else goes. The duel will only end when either of you is unable to duel any longer. You may begin!"
Harry narrowed his eyes and assumed one of his stances. Ever since Karkaroff entered the school, he'd began reading the level of magic he possessed. The bastard's level of magic showed that he was powerful, but Harry fought people of a higher caliber that would make him look like a competent duelist at best. Igor immediately kicked things off by firing a blood-boiling curse followed up by an organ-liquifying curse. Harry immediately dodged and returned fire with a multitude of spells ranging from piercing, bone-exploding, cutting, and balls of lightning. And thus, the duel was on.
Igor acted like he was actively trying to kill or maim his opponent. The spells he was using were dark in nature and make the victims die a painful death. He thought the boy would be easy work but was proven wrong by how skilled his opponent was. It was like the boy was not taking him seriously as he either moved out of the way of his spells or batted them away as if they were nothing. Then, becoming annoyed, he sent a withering spell and a large ball of fire at the brat.
Seeing the spells, Harry manifested the shield he created years ago; upon impact, the spells were sent back to their caster. He followed up by conjuring a steel shield, "Captain America, eat your heart out" grabbing the disc-like shield, he threw it at Karkaroff when the man regained himself. When Igor finished dodging the spells, he was about to attack again, but a metal shield hit him straight in the stomach, making him crumple to the ground gasping for air.
His head snapped up when he saw the impudent boy laughing at him "look at you crawling on the ground. Come on, is that the best you can do? Honestly, if this is the best you can do, then I am not impressed. Show me some real dark magic."
Igor growled as he got to his feet. "I will make you suffer" he began using various types of dark magic against Potter even started blowing up his surroundings. However, it wasn't enough as Potter either dodged or blocked his attacks. Harry was staying in control as Igor started becoming frustrated when his spells didn't make contact.
Harry was growing bored and rolled his eyes. Dueling Karkaroff was starting to become tedious as he wasn't even using half his power. Igor's last spell was an arrow which he sent with frightening speed. He thought the arrow would hit the brat but was shocked when the boy caught it with his bare hands and snapped it in two. A cruel smile appeared on Harry's face "my turn" with that, Harry began firing spells at a higher caliber with frightening speed. Igor soon found himself on the defensive as Potter was now on the offensive. Unfortunately, when he was about to retaliate, piercing and bone-shattering curses nailed him in his left hip, causing him to scream in pain.
But Harry was far from done as he sent three fiery missiles along with a fiery comet. He watched as Igor got burnt when he tried to shield against the spells. Karkaroff may have protected himself from most of his attacks, but he still got some burns. Harry quickly fired a bludgeoning curse followed by a couple more piercing spells. His first spell tore through his opponent's shield like it was tissue paper. The piecing spells hit their marks, one in Karkaroff's other hip, the other three in his legs. Quickly conjured a pearl dagger, sending it toward Igor.
Poor Karkaroff didn't know who he was dealing with. The boy was highly skilled and had the power to match. He screamed in pain as a pearl dagger nailed him in his left shoulder. He pulled the blade out and attempted to heal himself but noticed the brat pointing his wand at the sky, twisting the dark clouds into something violent. Pretty soon, lightning strikes started coming down, making holes in the grounds. Harry felt rejuvenated when the lightning strikes started coming down, twisting his wand, three powerful arcs of lightning met, forming a bigger, more powerful version. He then aimed it straight for Karkaroff, who tried to conjure a shield, but the lightning obliterated his shield, striking him. Igor roared in pain at the pain from the lightning, twitching; he nervously tried standing up, attempting to resume the duel despite the massive amount of pain he was feeling.
Though he hated to admit to it, Harry had to admit that Karkaroff was tenacious. He dashed forward conjuring a bo staff, and started beating Igor with it. There was no way his opponent knew anything about Bōjutsu; being a death eater, they abhorred anything to do with muggles. Jabbing it in the man's chest, he delivered a swift kick to his face before discarding the metal stick and began pummeling the shit out of him. Igor's face was pretty much messed up by now as he lost a lot of teeth, had a broken nose, and a broken jaw. Harry waved his wand, firing a mid-level banishing charm sending him back; dashing forward as Igor managed to catch himself, he delivered a flying kick to the bastard's chest, knocking him even further away.
Groaning in pain, Karkaroff tried to get to his knees, but his pain made it extremely difficult. Having grown bored with his opponent Harry used the same spell he used against Morrison. The black and purple spell emerged from his wand, adding the intricate pattern. Harry watched as the spell started burning Karkaroff. When the spell ended, Karkaroff looked exactly like the late Morrison.
"Just so you know, that was a spell from the Blacks family grimoire," Harry commented. "Accio Igor's wand," waving his left hand as Karkaroff started getting up, the wand raced out of his hand and into Harry's outstretched one.
Igor was completely shellshocked the boy was able to perform wandless magic. Just how powerful was he?
Harry threw the wand away and returned his wand to its holster. Soon his hands started crackling with lightning "your dreary efforts bore me, Karkaroff. I was expecting a more electrifying performance from you" the built-up lightning in his hands raced toward Igor, making him scream in pain from the voltages. Harry kept up the lightning for a few more minutes before ending them "this is what I think of traitors," turning his attention to the stands where the professors were located. "Alright, he's defeated! Come get him!"
Up in the stands, the teachers were both marveled and scared at what Harry did to Igor Karkaroff. Although Albus was the first to recover, "the winner is Hadrian Potter of Hogwarts," the people from Durmstrang jeered as they witnessed Potter's brutality. They were all thinking the same thing: Potter would have made a good student if he attended school with them. The people from Hogwarts were also applauding the duel; some were terrified at what they just witnessed. They knew how ruthless Potter could be, but they never knew him to brutalize the man or be so powerful. The people who knew Harry best knew that if he wanted Karkaroff dead, then he would be.
On the quidditch pitch, the professors came rushing on the field with madam Pomfrey leading the way. The matron ran her wand over the badly injured Karkaroff, seeing how bad his injuries were. "Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Karkaroff is still alive, though his injuries are quite severe. We will have to send him to St. Mungo's for treatment."
"I'll take him immediately" without wasting a breath, Dumbledore placed a hand on Igor's shoulder and apparated themselves to St. Mungo so the healers can get to work.
"Damn Potter, you damn near killed the bastard," Moody barked, giving Harry a smile. "Your young, strong, ruthless! I pity anyone who dares get on your bad side. Lord Black will be very pleased to know what you did today."
Harry chose to ignore what the man said and left the pitch. The first person to reach him who he caught as she tackled him in a hug and buried her face in his chest. He gently rubbed her back. "Shizuku, I'm alright," placing her back on the ground.
He turned his head to look at Daphne. "what say we got to bed for the night?" Daphne nodded. "You guys want to go back to your common rooms or sleep in the room?"
"The room," Daphne and Emily answered in unison.
A/N: The professors have approached Harry with an offer to gain some masteries. During the meeting he made an interesting point on why Neville wasn't approached as the boy is knowledgeable when it comes to magical plants. I do have a few questions that have been bothering me. The first would be why the other headmaster or headmistress did not add any protections around the goblet of fire? Seeing as their students are participating why did they not add any additional security measures? They may be on British soil, but they're still responsible for their students. That's common sense!
Next question: Do you think what Harry did to Karkaroff was over the top?
This question is for everyone to decide. Who should Harry represent in the Triwizard Tournament:
Hogwarts
Mahoutokoro
House of Potter-Black
I'll give you all 4 days to vote either post a review or pm me with your choice.
Next Chapter: The selection for the Triwizard tournament. Some people are going to receive a verbal beatdown.