30/10/94
Hogwarts, Scotland
Every day since the 3rd, Harry Arose with the Sun, and dressed in his workout clothes, and headed down to the front courtyard. First was a round of Tai-chi, followed by a set of 50 sit-ups, push-ups, and jumping jacks. Then came the Kata of his cudgels.
After a solid ninety minutes of sweaty movement, Harry returned to his Dorm, where he quickly showered, and dressed in a black kilt with his Hogwarts uniform. Today he included a leather vest before slinging his shoulder harness into place and buckling it into place. Then he slung his blackthorn canes, and took up his templar/wand cane and headed down to the common room to see Granger.
A kiss to behind her left ear, as she put away her morning reading, and the two of them headed down to the Great Hall. On the journey down, he cast his mind back as he often did, to her Birthday. When he met her that morning, he gave her a pink rose that he placed into her hair over her left ear. It was here that he learned that she enjoyed him kissing that spot.
At breakfast that morning, Hedwig delivered a shiny gift-wrapped book. Another at Lunch. And at Dinner, the chuffed owl delivered a hand-tooled Dragon leather book bag with her name embossed, and a bottomless, weightless 'charm rune'. By curfew, Granger was a Potter's Witch.
That ment Granger was now in a rotation of Witches that had Potter's undivided each evening. He was passed around between them… at their pleasure, not his. Not to say he did not enjoy their actions and affections, but he was the quaffle in this game. They were in control of who held his leash.
So this Morning he was being led to the Great Hall, where he would be kissed by Granger before being handed off to the Witch of the Day.
Today he belonged to Susan Bones.
As he was handed off, Susan first kissed Hermione. It was not a simple brush of lips on lips, but a full kiss. Then Hermione kissed Harry, before Susan kissed Harry, and the wizard was led to the puff table where he sat beside Neville as the two witches giggled and tucked in close.
As the Hall was finishing up, Albus stepped to the Podium. "Attention please. Tonight, Our Guests for the TriWizard Tournament Arrive. I will need everyone out on the front steps when Classes are Done. Please be dressed in your Best School Robes. I expect your best behavior. Dismissed." He began to Turn away. "Mister Potter. My Office please."
Harry Kissed Susan, and stood. With the Templar cane in hand, he walked up to the Headmaster's office. He arrived just as the Headmaster did.
"Mister Potter. Thank you for coming." The Old man was all twinkling eyes and smiles. "I was hoping you could invite your Master up from the village. If we can Boast that we have a Blackstaff…"
The templar cane was yanked from his hand as Snape stepped into the room, his wand in his Hand, and a red bolt exited the tip towards Potter. "You will know your place, Potter!"
Potter was already moving, as he ducked and drew his Blackthorn canes from under his cloak. "Potion Master Snape. You have attacked a Blackstaff Trainee. Either this is a spar, a test to evaluate my skills, or you are trying to render me defenseless."
"Just Shut up, Boy, and submit!" A body-bind hex dropped over the desk, just missing Potter.
Harry came to his feet, a whirling dervish. Holding the canes at the midpoint, the knobs aglow, he blocked Snape's next spell with his left cane, as he fired a stunner from the right, at the Potion Master. Potter closed quickly, where he broke the Potion Master's wrist, kicked the wand aside, ducked the Stunner fired at his back by the Headmaster, which hit Snape dead center, as he turned and began his rapid fire drills of concussion hexes as he closed on the Headmaster.
"Headmaster, you should be ashamed." His left cane hooked the headmaster's wrist, and flung it wide, causing the old man to lose his grip on the stick, as the right cane bumped his chest and Harry cast sleep hexes. The old man collapsed, as Harry caught him with a [Wingardium Leviosa].
He threw open the french doors to the Headmasters outer balcony. [Expecto Patronum] "Mistress Bloodwood. I was just Attacked by the Headmaster and the Potion Master. Please come to the Tower, to advise. The Balcony is open."
Five minutes later Mistress Blood was stepping down from the stone rail around the Headmaster's tower. "It brings me Great Pleasure, watching you throw stones into the pond." She waved her hand and two wands and a cane jumped from the floor to her palm. "These I will hold on to." She tucked the wands into her kimono style robes. "This I believe is yours." She handed the Cane to Harry, as he slid first one Blackthorn cane away, followed by the other. He accepted the Templar Cane from the Sorceress, where he twisted the top of the Cross, and from between the two horizontal 'bars' drew out his Holy Wand. It checked out, so he slid it home, and twisted it closed.
"The Headmaster asked me to come, so he could request that I invite you to the Castle tonight. I think they intended to memory charm me or something. I broke the Potion Master's wrist, before the Headmaster stunned him. Allow me a minute… Harry stepped to the fireplace, a pinch of the green powder from the candy dish on the mantil, "Hogwarts, medical wing… Nurse Poppy? Headmaster's office please. If you see McGonagall, bring her too. Thank you!"
Five Minutes later two witches burst in through the main door. The 'fiftie's style nurse scurried around the desk to see the Headmaster.
"He is just sleeping…" The Nurse looked at Potter, "Sleeping spell?"
"Silent 'Somnumia'. I then caught him before he hit the stone." Harry spoke softly. "As it is just a heavy sleeping spell, I would rather let him sleep until Tea Time. With our expected Guests tonight…"
Poppy just rolled her eyes. "Put him in on his bed, right through that door." She pointed away from the desk. As Harry drew his wand, and carried the sleeping Headmaster to his bed, the Nurse scanned Snape. "A Stun Hex… from the Headmaster." The wand traced the man's limbs, "And a broken wrist." a murmured spell under her breath, and the wrist was repaired, and the swelling began to reduce. "He is going to be bruised for a couple days, even with bruise cream."
"Before you revive him." The Blackstaff shifted her grip on her Black Cherry wood cane. "Professor McGonagall, I call upon you to witness. Potter is a Blackstaff Trainee. Both men here are accused of attacking him. I will be Questioning the Potion Master. This will Happen. The Question to you is, Do you want a Local Law Enforcement Officer here as well?"
McGonagall frowned her pinched frown, before stepping to the Fireplace. A pinch of green powder, "DMLE, Bones Office." Greenflames bloomed out, but as she was not close enough to enter nor had she put her head into the flames they just roared large and green.
"Bone Here. This Had better be important."
"Amelia. Minerva here. It would be prudent for you to step through to Albus' office. Sue is not involved."
"Not Directly, anyhow." Harry muttered, causing both witches in the room to snap about and look at him.
A square jawed Witch with fading red hair and a Monocle Stepped out of the Fire. "Where is the Headmaster?"
"In Bed, sleeping." Bloodwood answered. "I am Blackstaff Bloodwood. I am keeping an eye on Blackstaff Trainee Potter while Blackstaff Smythe is handling an issue in Southeast Asia." She shook hands with the Director. "The Trainee claims that the Headmaster and the Potion Master attacked him. Potter knows the penalties for attacking them and for lying about it. They might not know or care about them if they attacked him. He also hinted at the possibility of them trying to 'memory charm' him. I am about to question Potion Master Snape."
"Professor Snape." McGonagall sighed as she sat in the Headmaster's chair.
"Not by my Definition." Harry snarled. "And I quote, 'The instructions are on the Board, you have one Hour.' End quote." He tucked his cane under his left arm, "Hagrid provides better instruction on flobberworm care!"
Bloodwood nodded, "But his Mastery is not in doubt." [Cubiculum veritatis] She thumped her staff and a wave of white flashed out and 'painted' the walls. "Wake Him."
As Snape returned to the waking world, Harry turned and paid attention to the red bird on the golden perch.
"Director Bones! I want that Boy arrested. He broke my wrist when he attacked me!" Snape snarled.
"Potion Master Snape. Did you Attack Potter First?" Director Bones asked.
"Of Course I did!" the man glared at the boy's back, "He is just like his Father, alway the golden child. He struts in here, without a care in the world, disrespect me whenever he gets the chance, disobeys the Headmaster." The Wizard sneered, "He needs to be put in his place."
"And just what is his place?" Bones asked.
"Under the Headmaster's thumb, like everybody else. He needs to be a thumb-puppet, so he can Die according to the Headmaster's plans." the Potion Master's eyes began to glaze over.
"Mister Snape." Bloodwood cooed, "Are you under the influence of any potions at this time?"
"No. I 'purge' weekly. I do believe that in addition to the unbreakable oath I swore to the old fool, I am bound in 'loyalty charms', and memory hexes."
"Excuse me, Potion Master." Harry turned to look at the Man, "Just what was your oath to the Headmaster."
"That I would serve as he 'needed of me' until the threat of Voldermort was removed, and he did everything in his power to protect Lily Evans."
"And If I told you, not only did he fail to protect Lily, he moved to have her killed. He Allowed Wormtail to be named 'Secret Keeper', knowing that the Rat was a spy for Riddle. He only put a monitoring ward, no other protections. He Confunded them so that when Riddle came knocking, they could not run, nor fight back to their full ability." Harry hissed.
"How Do You Know this?" Yelled Snape.
"Mistress Bloodwood is a Master of the 'Mind Magic Arts'. Nightly, Since I exited Express back in June I have been ordering my mind, building my 'mind-palace', and reviewing my memories. My contact with the Dementors caused my memory to access the three months before Riddle attacked. I 'saw' the bearded fool charming my parents, only I had no idea what I was seeing until you said something just now."
The sound of glass breaking, and Snape fell to the floor. Nurse Pomfrey was quickly at his side. "Breathing is good,
Heart rate is low. Magic level is… depleted. He will be out for a couple of days. She stood and hurried into the bed chambers of the Headmaster. "Breathing Good, Heart rate normal, and Magic level … low, but nothing a good nap won't replenish."
Bloodwood turned to Bones. "Holding Judgement until tomorrow, after the drawing. Will you be there?"
"I will."
"Director." Harry bobbed his head. "I do believe your Niece has filled you in on a few details. We agreed to alter the Contract for 'Line Continuation'. As I have another Contract, and that Witch also prefers a 'Line Continuation', we have two other witches to lock me down. As far as I can tell, all are pleased with how things are proceeding. I would like to invite you to lunch either Today or Tomorrow, so you can meet everybody."
"Is one of your witches, Abbot?" The faded redhead asked.
"No, Miss Abbot has chosen another, my God-brother it turns out. On Susan's days, I often escort her to the Greenhouses where she and Abbot giggle and gossip as Neville and I man-handle the shrubbery." Harry smiles.
Director Bones shook her head, "I will be here Tomorrow. Keep it mum." She vanished into the floo.
Bloodwood exchanged a look with McGonagall, "Potter. Get to Class."
"Ma'am." He was gone.
PHJBS
Albus woke as the sun was beginning to set. He quickly stood, hurried to the ground floor, where he joined the Students as they exited the castle.
As they gathered on the 'front lawn', Albus noticed Harry Potter and the Witches gathered about him. The Eldest, an American dressed in Japanese Silks, Leaning on a cane. The Greengrass girls and their 'pet', plus Bones and Granger…
"So Much for that idea." He muttered. The Weasley Witchling was chatting with her friends nearby, but had no interest in the 'Boy' at this time. She is a bit young to be hunting her Wizard.
The youngest male Weasley was nowhere near the 'Boy', but hanging out with two of his dormmates. It might have something to do with the three snakes near Potter.
A speck in the evening Sky turned out to be a massive carriage pulled by six Abraxi Horses. Hagrid was using two massive 'paddles' that were outlined in 'blue-bell flames' to guide the pilot in for a landing. Albus Smiled, thinking of how Hogwarts would have travelled, had they not been Hosting the Triwizard Tournament. A 'bark' of surprise brought the school about to see a Man, waist deep in the middle of the Lake, before he heaved, an a War Galleon exploded to the surface, water spilling from the breaks in the gunwales, as the ship tacked and swung into the dock that jutted out into the Black Lake.
Albus turned back in time to see the carriage door open and the graceful giant that was the Headmistress of Bouexbatons, step out. Her chosen few followed in her wake like the cotton flower blue ducklings they were. Albus stepped forward, kissed her hand, in welcome and waved them in, out of the cold wind.
No sooner were the French in the Castle, Albus turned and greeted the Headmaster of Dumstrum and his Battle Mages in red leather and fur.
'Young men in red leather and fur. Thank you Morgana!'
PHJBS
In the Great Hall, everybody did their 'Entrances'. The French were simple in their display of wandless magic, and ensnaring enchantment. The Battle Mages 'thundered' in, like the war band they were, before one breathed fire that formed a dragon.
Flitwick had his Toad Chorus sing 'something wicked this way comes.
Albus saw Harry hand his Templar cane to Granger, then hook his thumbs about his Black Canes… Suddenly two Massive White Harts stood in the Hall, they bowed to each other, then began to dance about the Hall in a silent jig that brought tears to McGonagall's eyes. As the Stags crashed in their finality, they exploded into motes of twinkling light.
"20 points to Grypndor, Mister Potter." Albus whispered, triggering the charm that would add rubies to their total. The Oldman stood, and welcomed their guests, and declared the feast begun. As the food was spread across the tables, the students fell on it like the starving beasts they were.
Once they had eaten their fill and the Clock neared Nine… Albus signalled Finch to bring the jewelled cask to front of the Hall. As the old man heaved the cask onto the podium, Albus tapped the wards and lowered the lights, spot lighting the podium..
"As I have warned My Students, This is not for the faint of Heart. This Chance at Glory and Riches comes with the Price of should You be Chosen, You must Face the Challenges or risk losing your Magic… or worse." Albus Spoke into the darkness that gathered into the Hall. "From the Strike of Nine to the Strike of Nine, you may enter your name into this Goblet of Fire!" He vanished the Cask by use of a switching spell, and the golden jewel encrusted Goblet ignited in blue-white flames. "Your Name, the Name of your School, on a scrap of parchment, fed to the flames, and you are entered! Tonight I will ward against the stupidity of Youth, and draw an Age Line around the Goblet. This is for the Students that are of Age Only!" He brought up the Lights. "To Bed! Think hard on this! For there was a reason that this Tournament was Forbidden!" With great Pomp and Grace, Albus exited the Hall stage Right…
PHJBS
The next twelve hours were quiet as most gave this Tournament a second thought.
From Nine in the Morning on, it was a veritable Parade of Hopefuls that stepped through the smokey ring that was knee high to slip their strips of parchment into the Goblet.
The Weasley Twins tried to fool the line with an ageing potion, and were thrown across the Hall, receiving naught but bruises and long silky beards for their trouble. They kept the beards, a nod to the Headmaster for such a 'Masterful Prank'. The Beards faded just before Dinner.
At about three in the Afternoon, Karkaroff escorted his Prized Student to the Cup, and looked on with pride as Victor Krum entered his name into the Cup.
At about Four, a lone blond in Beauxbaton Blue glided in, and dropped her slip into the Flames. Most of the guys watched her come and go, just steps short of drooling all over themselves.
"Really!" Hermione huffed, as she swatted Dean away, as he tried to climb over her to get to the Blond.
"It is not his fault." Harry laughed, "Nor is it hers. She is a Veela."
Hermione squinted at Harry, "Like those cheerleaders from the Quiditch Cup?"
"Yes and No." Harry who had missed the Cup, but had read about it in the paper. "The ladies at the cup, practised to sync their Allure and use it entie the entire stadium. That Poor Girl is fighting to keep hers locked down." He stood, and tucking his cane under his arm, he followed her out.
Hermione, always the curious cat, followed on his heels.
He rapped on the carriage's door, and waited. When the door opened for the Headmistress to see who was knocking…
"Pardon me, Headmistress. I noticed that your Veela Student is losing control. I can offer her a safe place to purge, if she so desires."
The door closed in his face. Five minutes later the door opened and the young witch was there.
"Ma Dame, S'il vous plaît, je peux vous offrir un endroit pour vous rafraîchir et vous purger. Grâce à une ruse du Destin, je ne suis pas affecté par l'Aura... mais pas par le sujet."(My Lady, Please, I can offer you a place to refresh, and purge. Through a trick of Fate, I am unaffected by the Aura... but not the subject.)
"Oui." She smiled, and stepped down, and took his offered arm.
[from here all speech is translated from French]
As Harry led the way to the Quiditch Pitch, Hermione trotted along in their wake.
"You brought a playmate?" The French Witch asked.
"More of a chaperone. We would not want you to be accused of assaulting me and having your evil way with me." Harry gave a five count beat, "No Matter how I might enjoy it. No, That is my Best Friend, Hermione Granger. She speaks even better French than I do. That and she is as curious as a cat, and twice as entitled."
"Harry!" Hermione swatted his right shoulder.
"She also likes to abuse me." Harry smiled. Just then they arrived at the Players entrance to the Pitch. "Come inside. I trained this past summer with a veela. Her system was so backed up, she needed to purge daily. When they found out I was immune, I would have to sit with her as she purged the energy from her core." Harry released her, and stepped to the side, where a bench rested against the wall. "Go Purge. If you need to throw a fireball or two, please keep it to the grass. We will wait here. Would you like a Butterbeer or Pumpkin juice when you are done?"
"Butterbeer. Chilled." And she glided out onto the centre of the Pitch, took a deep breath… and relaxed. The Wave of Desire swept out, and crashed into the walls, but only the grass and the Witch Hermione showed any sign that her Allure was released.
Hermione's breath hitched, as her eyes went glossy. "Wow!"
"Easy there, Pussy" Harry whispered in french, his London accent still strong. "No Stalking the bird."
Hermione's eyes regained their focus. "Don't call me Pussy!" she hissed.
"Why not?" Harry nibbled her neck, working his way to behind her ear. "Today is your day afterall, is it not?"
"And you claimed you were unaffected by my Allure." The Veela had returned.
"Yes, the Aura does not affect me at all." Harry looked up at her, "But I am entranced by the female form." He nibbled Hermione's neck a bit more, "Especially the neck."
"Harry, Behave." Hermione pulled herself away from the wizard. "As you Might know, I am Hermione and that letch is Harry. Full names are Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."
The Blond smiled, "Fleur Delacour. Charmed." She shook hands with Hermione.
[Back to English]
"What have we here? Two witches and a toy for Lexi." Five Wizards in Red Leather battle robes stumbled out of the player's tunnel. They smelled of cheap booze.
Harry passed his Templar Cane to Hermione, as he stood and turned to face the five in red. "You do not want to be here right now. Return to your ship or the Great Hall. This will end badly for you otherwise."
Three drew their wands as the other two just grinned stupidly. It seemed that Fleur's allure had not completely dissipated. "Make us Little Boy."
Harry drew his cudgels, as he closed on the speaker, his sticks moving faster than they could see. He broke their wrists, shattered their knees, and caved in their noses. The two who were just grinning stupidly were stunned, and left of the grass. Slinging his canes, Harry collected their wands, and led the Ladies back to the Castle. After Seeing Fleur to the Ravenclaw table, and Hermione to her seat, Harry nodded at Mistress Bloodwood and Director Bones who were sitting at the Hufflepuff table with Susan.
Leaving his Templar with Hermione, Caused Bloodwood to join him as He walked to the High Table. Him drawing one of his Blackthorn Canes caused Bones to join him too.
Harry paced Slowly to the High Table, and then Along it to stand before Snape and Karkaroff.
"Be gone Potter. You have no Business here." Snape sneered.
"That is where you are Wrong, Potion Master." Harry turned his head and nodded to Karkaroff. "Headmaster. Just a while ago, I was assaulted by five of your lads. Three are in need of medical attention. They were drunk and looking fir a bit of fun. Handled Properly, and they are your mess to clean up." Harry dropped five wands before the Headmaster. "You will find them on the Pitch."
"I will see you up on charges, Boy!" Karkaroff roared as he surged to his feet.
Bloodwood purred, but stepped aside as Bones pushed past her.
"Igor, Look at the thing in the boy's hand. What do you see?"
"A cane." He spat.
"A Blackthorn cane." Bones smiled, "And the Lady beside me?"
"A walking stick. Nothing More." The Fur clad Headmaster was getting angry.
"Black Cherry, and it is a short-staff." Bloodwood purred.
"What of it?" the grizzled wizard demanded.
"They are Blackstaffs." Bones smiled at the Headmaster as Snape paled.
"Potter is a Blackstaff?" the Potion Master stuttered.
"Trainee, Sir." Potter nodded to the man, before turning back to Igor. "Your Boys attacked a Blackstaff."
PHJBS
AN: When Potter's Name pops out of the Goblet… Does he fight it or does He compete?