Hi!

So I'm going to be changing the tag for the story, mostly for the reasons stated below...

I re-evaluated the story plot and all my notes and scrapped at least half of it, so that I could write a better and less plot-holed story. Plus, it adds more drama and shocks for Dumbles so...

Anyway, the main change was Ginny Weasley. So before she was going to be bashed into the dirt and turned into a non-sensical splatter of blood and bone but I've decided that I'm going to add a coupla twists and such so she's going to be redeemed! How I will not tell until it's time but it's going to happen.

Alsoooo, Astaron's character is going to be changed slightly, like he's super confident and sarcastic and murderous and all that lovely shit, but he also has a lot of anger and is traumatized from his childhood with the Dursley's. His magic did manifest in multiple different ways to protect hm from harm and some of that was shown when I did that small part about the fragility of his mind.

(Shown in the last part of the chapter 12...)

As this story goes on, it gets a lot darker and it delves farther into the more complex things about Creatures, the laws, the way things were made, and how magic works with your feelings, reactions, and memories.

Character Interludes will be made about Tom, Severus, Sirius and a few other adults. I'm debating whether or not I should do some with the children. (I might make a poll about it; I don't know yet. I'll keep you guys updated)

Dumbledore is bad, evil, dark, however you want to phrase it but do keep in mind he is powerful, in many different aspects and Astaron and Amaya are a bit over their heads in what they're trying to accomplish right now. Just a reminder.

I will write explicit (graphic) scenes of abuse, sex, depression, violence, and there will be some underage aspects in this story so, again forewarning.

I am also updating my other storie and then I'm going to a family reunion for a time so I won't be able to update my stories after this week and then I'll be coming back sometime after... how long I'm not sure. Things are a bit sketchy right now.

My writing style will change as I continue to write (a testament to how much I am learning as I go) so don't be surprised you see things that I've never done before.

And I'm like slightly unhinged with a love of traumatized characters, breakdowns, and just big blow-up. That's why I'm amazing at writing crazy or insane characters...

Sooo, I think that's it...

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night!


Original Post Date: 8/3/2022


TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE


Astaron wasn't exactly sure what happened to get him to the anti-chamber.

The room had started spinning, and an insistent ringing in his ears; his legs, feeling like lead and jelly, lifted him from the table and through the silent hall (the so very silent hall), taking the slip of parchment from Dumbledore with trembling hands. Stumbled over and stammered over sentences fell from his tongue with a dry mouth, a tongue that felt like sandpaper, and a throat blocked by a thick lump, only to be stopped by a harsh comment.

Desperate confusion pounded through him, his head feeling so light as he walked into the chamber.

He rested against the wall, the cool stone allowing him to focus on soothing his twisting and flopping stomach threatening to hurl his food back up. His body felt light and his mind detached, as though he was simply watching what was happening, but not actually experiencing it. (Astaron thought it felt rather nice in a weird way)

People entered the room, shouting, a rough masculine voice competing with a thickly accented feminine voice. More voices added to the mix, different voices created a loud echo of voices and he winced as the ringing got louder.

He focused more when a hand snatched at his collar and tie, knuckles pressed roughly against his throat.

(Uncle Vernon lunged at him- face purple, beady eyes dark with rage-fearfearfear hecouldntbreathesuddenly-)

"Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"

(Thick meaty fingers dug into the flesh of his neck "Stupid Freak!"- thin fingernails scratched at his Uncle's wrists whywasn'thelettinggo?!-)

He tried to focus on the person in front of him; he only managed to shake his head.

(He was being dragged up the stairs- water, a tub- scalding water burned his skin- airairair-therewasnoair-hecouldn'tbreath!-)

"Did you ask an older student, or an adult to put it in for you?"

(Water filled his lungs- he tried to scream and thrashed in the water- his uncle held him down; he was screaming at him from above-)

"N-no sir." Blue eyes pierced through his, drilling holes into his head.

The hand let go of his clothes.

(Airairair- he could breathe again!-)

It turned out it was Dumbledore who had grabbed him; he was too much in shock to actually care or be surprised. At least he hadn't thrown up. He managed to focus enough, after counting to 10 and back, seeing there were many people in the room. Only 3 looked actually concerned. (Cedric (Hes a Hufflepuff), McGonagall, and Snape(or at least he hoped it was concern)).

Snape strode forward, plucking a vial from the pocket of his robes and held the edge close to his lips. "Drink Potter." He stared at the dark-haired man. He got a sigh. "It's a stomach soother. I'd prefer to not see your food make a reappearance on the floor."

Astaron drank it; the potion was exceptionally horrid, causing him to gag.

"How do we know the boy isn't lying?" He peers at Karkaroff, who had an ugly sneer on his face.

Then, he put his wand to his chest and proceeded to incant: "I, Harry James Potter, (Astaron Emilion Riddle his mind supplied), swear on my magic that I, under any means with my knowledge of the fact, enter myself into the Tri-Wizard Tournament. So I say it, so mote it be." His magic pulsed for a few seconds before he rew his wand away from his chest and lit it with a quick Lumos charm.

Professor McGonagall spoke, looking at him approvingly. "Harry obviously did not enter himself into the Tournament if his little demonstration is anything to go off of. What do we do now?"

The shouting that went off caused him to wince; he still had a headache from... whatever that was before.

Sharp bangs went off with red sparks and everybody looked at Dumbledore. He gestured to Ludo Bagman, who looked excited. Astaron glowered, knowing the news was not going to be in his favor.

"According to the rule book of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, he must participate as his name exited the Goblet; once your name exits the Goblet, you are sworn by your magic as it is a magical oath."

Astaron closed his eyes, trying to think past his headache.

"But vhy must he compete vhen et is obveeous tat he did not vant to." He opened his eyes in surprise. It was Krum that was speaking. "Et is dishonorable to compete wif somone who does not vant to compete."

Cedric pipes up, Astaron tries not to be surprised. "Exactly. Besides, every year he always gets caught up in something, like someone keeps trying to kill him. And it's not really fair for him to compete if he didn't want to."

The look of Bagman's face sours. "It's not a matter of whether or not he wants to compete. It's a magical binding. He has no choice."

He closes his eyes, as protests rise again. He rubs his temples in hopes that it soothes his pounding head. Something silky rubs against his skin, smoother than anything he'd ever felt before. Astaron leans back, hoping for the silky material rubs against him just a bit more. He thought it was rather comforting.

His mind is soothed just enough for him to snag onto a train of thought; the idea wasn't a bad one. "What is it bound by?" There is silence, he assumes everybody heard him and is looking at him; he backtracks so that he doesn't sound like an idiot. "What is it bound by? Like is it bound to the person who put my name it? Bound to the magic of the person on the slip? Bound by intention?" He opens his eyes just a touch.

Bagman looks at him bewildered, as though he'd never thought of that. "The rule book doesn't state anything like that-" Astaron opens his eyes all the way to stare at the man.

"Why do you need to consult the rule book? I assume the Goblet was made by Wizards, so obviously, as a wizard, you should be able to figure out how it works."

No answer came. He sighed.

"May I go to my dorm? I'm tired and obviously nothing is going to be solved." Astaron received a nod from his head of house.

"Of course."

He gave a polite nod and ignored the odd look on Dumbledore's face.

Astaron sighed once he was out of the room. Why was his life so fucking troublesome?

OoOoOoOoOoO

The whispers weren't something that was new to Astaron.

1st year was filled with whispers:

-at Gryffindor, like his parents-

-next to the Weasley, see 'im-

-with the lightning scar on his-

-fought a troll-

-said he killed Quirrell-

-saving people always 'parently-

2nd year had whispers too:

-a parselmouth!-

-gonna go dark like you-know-who-

-petrifying all the muggleborns-

-calling them mud-you-know-whats-

-saved Ginny from a Giant Snake-

-never could've been dark-

-he's a hero!-

3rd Year was actually pretty okay by his standards but people were still talking about him because of events that he didn't even instigate:

-tried to get into the Tower-

-Dementors 'round the school-

-Fell from nearly 100ft-

-cast a Patronus-

-'bout 100 dementors!-

-fought a bloody werewolf-

So, the whispers that seemingly echoed through the corridors as he walked weren't exactly new.

But that didn't mean they were welcome.

OoOoOoOoOoO

Barty landed in the Entrance Hall of the his Lord's Manor, talking a firm step forward despite the spots dancing in his eyes. His polyjuice flash hug from his hips and he strode forward, walking to the study.

He knocked firmly, waiting for approval to come in. Once given, Barty stepped in and kneeled in front of a floating, child-size chair.
My Lord, Potter's name has been put out by the Goblet. Though he seems to have quite the mind for loopholes as he was trying to find any excuse there was to not participate."

An intrigued look came across his lord's face."Oh? And exactly what did he say?"

"He asked what the magic was bound to or by. He wondered if it was attached to the person who put the parchment in, if it was attached to the name on the parchment. Then he proceeded to tell Ludo Bagman that he needs to figure it out. He did seem to have an anxiety attack of sorts before. He was quite pale and shaky. Especially when Dumbledore pushed him against a trophy case..." He trailed off as he remembered the way Potter's eyes flashed, as though remembering something unwanted.

The Dark Lord looked at him unflinchingly. "Show me."

"Of course, M'lord." He looked into the red eyes of his lord and didn't waver at the pressure between his eyes. It was over within 5 minutes and Barty watched the Dark Lord carefully.

"Interesting, Interesting... Keep watching him, Barty. Report to me at the end of the week." He nodded, bowing his head.

"Of course, my Lord." Barty exited the room quickly, taking a quick swig of the polyjuice. He shuddered at his skin stretched and expanded, popping the fake eyes into his now empty eye indentation, and clicked the wooden leg back in place.

He apparated back to Hogwarts, walking back to his office.

For now, he had papers to grade and an assignment to do.

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Logically, Ron knew that Astaron hadn't put his name into the cup. It was just too unlikely, and he'd seen his bent over his desk, reading files and papers endlessly. He'd been told it was all the important papers and files for his properties and heirships. Ron offered his assistance, but he'd been waved off, the excuse of 'he didn't want to bore Ron with all the propriety of it all.' And Ron accepted the excuse though he knew his friend better than that. Not that he said any of that.

Astaron had been pale and shaken, his words wavering and unsure; plus, he'd been with Astaron all of the previous night and day playing chess and dragging him from writing his letters and note making, so there was no way that he could've gone to put his name in the Goblet.

The Great Hall had erupted into furious whispers, all of them calling Harry a cheat, liar, and attention-seeker, among other things. Hexes flew from his wand, his brothers and Hermio- Amaya, helping him. The teachers told all the prefects to take their houses back to the common rooms. Ron wanted to protest about waiting for Astaron but he kept his mouth shut, walking dutifully next to his best female friend.

Astaron had arrived at the dorm about 45 minutes later, looking exhausted. He'd questioned his about what happened, but he got a sluggish shrug in response as well as him just closing his curtains and flopping onto his bed.

Ron was so confused about everything that was happening, he wasn't even sure about anything anymore. He sighed, fiddling with the end of his tie as he walked.

A hand quickly reached out and grabbed Ron, dragging him behind a tapestry. Before he could say anything, another hand clamped down on his mouth and he got a good look at dark skin.

Blaise. Lousy dipshit.

Hazel eyes stared down at him, a soft shade of green glazed over them. "Amore, I am sorry for being so rough, but I couldn't find another time to get to you."

He glared at his boyfriend. "So you decided dragging me behind a tapestry was the best idea. You know, for a Slytherin you're pretty impulsive sometimes." He got an indignant huff in return.

"So, what do you want?"

"What happened last night, with Potter?" Ron shrugged, looking down at his tie.

He took a deep breath, looking to stare at the dark hand gripping his waist. "I don't know. I, uh, I think somebody else entered him but a lot of stuff has been happening lately and I don't know what to think anymore. It's... It's really odd right now Blaise. Lotta things happening with him and Mia, and-" His voice became strangled and he squeezed his eyes shut. He would not cry. "And I'm not sure if I can deal with all of it at this point." Ron took a shuddering breath.

"Il mio prezioso, you can cry." He looked up at his dark-skinned Italian, with his unfairly pretty eyes. He wrapped his arms around Blaise, resting his head on his shoulder. Blaise was one of the few students taller than him, standing just over 2 inches taller than him.

"Do you think- Do you think things will ever be the same?" He memorized the creases of Blaise's neck while he waited for an answer.

There was a pause and a hand went to the back of his neck. "No. No, I don't think things will ever be the same but the things now and the things to come will become the new normal and you three will become closer or you'll drift apart. It just happens sometimes, Ron. And sometimes, you can't do anything about it. But for now, you can show that he has your support, that both of them have your support and that'll help I think."

He leaned off of Blaise, looking up with a small smile. "Thanks, Blaise..."

A soft smile twisted on his boyfriend's lips. "Of course."

He gave Blaise a small kiss before stepping away. "I have to go to History and you have Runes I believe." Turning away, he made to move out from behind the tapestry only to pause for a moment.

"And next time you want to talk, send me a letter; don't pull me behind a tapestry."

Ron easily ignored the light rumble of laughter behind him.

A/N - So, a BlaisexRon moment was finally put in. Rather appropriate, and Ron isn't going to be a prick! Very nice, very nice.

I tried to post it yesterday but the internet went out and I wasn't able to post it... my sincerest apologies and I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!...