Chapter 1 - Hermione Granger and another Harry Potter
The Triwizard Tournament. Hermione Granger didn't understand what prompted ministry decision to return to a not-so-glorious tradition. What was the point of resurrecting a tournament in which most participants either died or were seriously injured. Not only was the functioning of the school paralyzed by the influx of students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, but also hers quiet time in the library was disturbed by hordes of fans of the Bulgarian seeker Victor Krum.
"I really don't understand why I have to be here." - she snapped at Harry and Ron. Her friends were interested in the results of the draw than she was.
Harry looked at her as if he didn't understand what she meant. - "Wait ... It will be over soon. Everyone has already been drawn..."
The boy didn't finish his thought. There was silence in the Great Hall. The Goblet of Fire caught fire again with the blue flame and threw out a piece of paper with the name of the next contestant.. Albus grasped it calmly. His face showed that he was intrigued by the sudden surprise. He unfolded the card and those who saw him saw the shock that appeared on his face before he shouted - "HARRY POTTER! Harry Potter, please come to me immediately!"
Hermione quickly grabbed his hand and whispered - "Ask about the school that was written next to your name. Do it for me."
Harry was trembling. It was obvious that he didn't know what she meant. - "I will. I trust you."
"If Ignite Academy is there, you are safe. So, please ask about school."
Harry got up and without looking at the students' eyes following him, he walked over to the headmaster. He heard whispers of disgruntled Slytherins. When he stood next to Dumbledore, he asked a question. He didn't try to be discreet. - "What school was written next to my name? We were told that in addition to the name and surname, the name of the school the candidate attended would also be written on the paper."
Hermione could see from a distance that her friend was upset.
The headmaster looked first at the boy standing in front of him and then at the piece of paper still in his hands. - "Harry Potter. Ignite Academy. The name of the school is, of course, irrelevant. We know who it is."
At that moment, she noticed Harry was relieved. Albus Dumbledore misinterpreted it. - "You're smiling. I'm disappointed that you submitted your submission to the Goblet of Fire. However, I am also interested in how you did it."
"I didn't put in that card. I'm glad Hermione told me that if there's Ignite Academy on the scrap, I'm safe."
She felt the Hogwarts director's gaze. Besides, not only his gaze. - "Anything Miss Granger would like to share with us?"
"Of course. A 7th-year student from Ignite Academy has just been drawn. Maybe someone managed to confuse the Goblet of Fire to choose a representative of the fourth school but couldn't confuse her enough to choose someone who doesn't exist. Now you will have to contact a wizard who has a REALLY difficult character."
Igor Karakov, the director of Durmstrang nervously straightened his robes and said - "It will be easier for us to talk if you come here. Shouting through the Great Hall isn't very comfortable."
Hermione got up and joined the professors standing around the artifact. She didn't feel upset.
"Hermione…" - Minerva McGonagal's voice was nervous. - "What are you talking about? We all know that our Mr. Potter was drawn by the Goblet of Fire. Why do you want to make everything difficult? It won't help Harry."
"I would advise you to invite this school. Write on the invitation that Calla misses the Sabbath. Albert will know what's going on."
She wasn't going to talk to anyone. She turned and left the Great Hall, leaving everyone in severe shock.
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The evening came too soon that day. Hermione was both nervous and excited. Her behavior must have seemed more than unusual, she had been left alone since saving Harry Potter from the tournament. Almost alone.
"Why didn't you tell me that you know another Harry Potter?" - her friend asked with clear reproaches.
"At first we didn't get along and then? It was awkward for me to tell you that I know another boy who is wizards who lost his parents around his first birthday and his name is Harry Potter. I thought you'd find me crazy."
"And the orphanage? Why didn't you tell us you were adopted?" - Ron asked the question this time. He was calm, which was extremely unlike him. - "I thought we were friends."
"It's just difficult for me and I prefer not to come back to it. How would you feel if you found out that you were abandoned because your father decided his firstborn couldn't be a woman? I wasn't ready for such a confession yet."
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Durmstrang arrived on a ship emerging from the Black Lake, Beauxbatons in carriages pulled by abraxans. The students wondered how the students of the next school would come up with various suggestions, but no one expected what happened. During dinner, despite the anti-summoning charms, a man in a well-tailored suit appeared in the Great Hall. Very young, tall, about one meter ninety, with visible heterochromia.
"Good morning. Sorry to disturb you, but I have been asked to come with my students. One of them is to participate in your tournament. If it wasn't for the addition mentioning Calla, I wouldn't have accepted the invitation." - The man looked at the teachers' faces and asked - "Which of you is Albus Dumbledore?"
"I am." - the headmaster couldn't believe that someone didn't know who he was. He made history by defeating Gellert Grindelwald - "And you are probably the director of the Ignite Academy."
"Yes. That should probably be logical. My name is Albert Grindelwald. And before you ask… Yes, I am the grandson of Gellert Grindelwald, one of the idiots who think Muggles are rubbish and wizards should rule the world."
At this point, more people entered the Great Hall. Four hooded figures flanked by Aurors from the International Department of Security.
"These are my boys." - Grindelwald completely ignored the reactions to his way of speaking to Albus Dumbledore. - "Come here, Calla! You get that butt of yours too and say hello."
Hermione Granger approached the newcomers and was pulled under the arm by one of them. All five approached the teacher's table step by step.
"I'll introduce you."
The first hood was taken off by a tall, dark haired man with exceptionally blue eyes. Slim, slightly tanned. - "This is our Harry Potter. He loves potions and he thinks that flying on the broomstick is the most idiotic thing in the world."
The other hood was taken off by a boy with very dark eyes and hair as smooth as silk. - "This is our Lucius Snape. He doesn't like his name, but he can't wait to meet the man he is after. Lucius knows more about Potions than Nicolas Flamel himself."
The third boy to remove his hood turned out to be blond, strikingly similar to Lucius Malfoy. - "The one you cannot take your eyes off of in the fog for fear of losing him is Orion Arctus Black."
Albert Grindelwald sighed, he knew that the identity of the last of his pupils could be a problem. So this time he spoke before Thomas took off his hood. - "In the case of this boy, I must point out that we have registered his arrival both in the Ministry of our country and in Great Britain. Any attack on him will be treated as an attack on the Italian Wizarding Community." - As the boy removed his hood, he said dale. - "This is Thomas Riddle. A specialist in herbal medicine and care for magical creatures."
Although he had already introduced everyone, he approached Hermione Granger and spoke again. - "And this is our Calla. Calliope Nott."
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I know it's more of a crack fic, but this vision has been in my head for a long time. Regards katie-krum