*Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry*

Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin (first class), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot was not a man who easily admitted that he was nervous or weak but at this moment in time he felt both. Nervous because he had been unable to bring Hadrian Potter back to Hogwarts to fulfill his destiny by killing Voldemort and dying in the process but more importantly he felt weak. Weak from the loss of the fabled elder wand which had been supplementing his own power since 1945 when he won the allegiance of it from Gellert.

He had of course retrieved his old wand from his vault at Gringotts, a simple glamour charm had made it look identical to the elder wand, but the connection was faint and petulant almost. As if his old wand was angry with him for using another for so long. He didn't truly care about that at all but he disliked how weak his spells and enchantments were when he used his wand. It wasn't a perfect match anymore but he could just see and hear the rumors flying now that he, the great Albus Dumbledore, needed a new wand.

Albus shook his head to clear those thoughts from his mind but didn't stop his pacing as he pondered the serious issue of Hadrian Potter. He needed to be at Hogwarts and under his influence or all would be lost! But how? How could he force someone so much more powerful than he was to do something they did not want? He had drastically underestimated the submissive wizard who was also a god no less. He would not make that mistake again.

He spent several more minutes pacing while mulling over the issue before an idea finally started to take root in his mind. The Tri-Wizard Tournament and The Goblet of Fire. The Goblet of Fire is the "impartial judge" for the Triwizard Tournament who chooses which students will represent their respective schools. After the students have finished placing their name in Goblet, the Goblet then chooses one student from each school by spitting out their name in a rush of red flames. Once chosen, the participants are subject to a binding magical contract in which they can not back out of the tournament. Though a powerful ancient artifact he would be able to tweak the existing enchantments with not much effort or power to believe there were four schools. All he would have to do then would be to enter young Harry's name under the fourth school.

Although he had been leery of allowing the Tri-Wizard Tournament to be resurrected due to it's rather bloody history. The Triwizard Tournament was established approximately seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the wizarding schools the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and the Durmstrang Institute. Held every five years, the competition would be hosted by each school in turn, the judges for the Tournament comprising the headmasters or headmistresses of the schools.

Due to the risks involved in overcoming the extremely dangerous tasks, and an increasing number of deaths, the Tournament was eventually discontinued in the 1790s. Multiple attempts have been made to revive the Tournament, but none succeeded until now. His acceptance as the Headmaster of Hogwarts had been the last needed for the tournament to be re-opened but he had been holding off until this point but not any longer. The tournament was the perfect way to get the boy to Hogwarts and keep him here for an extended amount of time. God or not Albus would find a way to control the boy. One way or another.

Albus finally stopped his pacing and with these thoughts in mind cheerily made his way to his desk to begin penning his response to Ludovic Bagman the head of the department of magical games and sports. He along with Bartemius Crouch Sr. were the two ministry employees heading the Tri-Wizard Tournament and they both needed his stamp of approval before everything for the tournament could be set into motion.

He was interrupted from his writing by a trill from his left. Turning his head he saw that Fawkes, his phoenix, had finally returned after being gone for many days. Fawkes is a rather beautiful specimen with crimson feathers on his body and a golden tail as long as a peacock's. His claws and beak are gleaming gold and his eyes are black. The scarlet body feathers glow faintly in darkness, while the golden tail feathers are hot to the touch although they had never burned him Albus mused. Another trill, sharper this time, interrupted him once more. He focused back on Fawkes and noticed that he seemed to appear disappointed for some reason.

"What is it Fawkes?" Albus question despite the sinking feeling in his heart that he was the reason for the look in Fawkes intelligent eyes. Indeed as soon as the question left his mouth did Fawkes gently lift off his perch to glide over to his Pensieve cabinet to land on the rim of the ancient stone bowl. He dipped his beak into the shimmering silvery liquid causing a projection of Hadrian Potter to appear as a silvery mist above the bowl. Fawkes trilled at him sadly while nudging the misty form with his head causing it to dissipate back into the pensieve.

"I am sorry my old friend but it his sacrifice is necessary for the greater good. He must die to prevent Tom from returning to power. There is no other choice." Albus stated regretfully as he looked sorrowfully at the phoenix. He didn't expect Fawkes to suddenly fly up to the center of his office his normally calming trill and chirps morphing into a musical screech.

Albus screamed as it felt as if his soul was being burned by the sound of the phoenix. He covered his ears to try and block out the sound knowing that no spell would. After a few moments Fawkes stopped and floated down onto the desk as Albus tentatively uncovered his ears and looked at him. Fawkes gave him a sad look while trilling softly. Albus then felt a warm touch on his mind. He'd only felt this once before when he had originally met Fawkes. He was preparing to speak to him. A musical voice filled his mind for a few moments sound both male and female at the same time. Only one word was spoke by the phoenix.

"Goodbye."

*Mikage Shrine*

Hadrian and Death had moved passed their plotting of going to England to retrieve the other Hollows but had eventually moved to speak about what had been happening in their lives in the 4 years since they had seen each other. Hadrian was the one who did most of the talking. Speaking of all the new duties he had as an official land God, all the people he helped and all the plans he had to better his home and the people who frequented his shrine. He also, as always, spoke at length of Tomoe and the things they'd done together. He even admitted with a dark blush on his face that Tomoe had finally kissed him this past summer.

Death listened to him chatter on with a smile on his face and happiness in his heart. For Hadrian was one of the few people who could thaw his heart and get any type of emotion from him. He wasn't even sure when or how the tiny babe had wormed his way into his heart but he was there now and, judging from the fondness Hadrian had for him, wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. He was very happy to hear that Tomoe was treating him well and that he was beginning to move their relationship to a more mature level. He looked over at Tomoe who was reading over some scrolls while they talked and after catching his eye gave him a hearty nod of approval.

Both were a bit started however when a bright flash of fire exploded between the two of them before receding to reveal a beautiful crimson and gold phoenix hovering there. The phoenix stared at them for a few moment before gliding down and settling himself comfortably on Hadrian's shoulder before giving a happy warble and beginning to preen Hadrian's hair with it's golden beak.

Three sets of eyes were focused on the phoenix although he gave an almost scolding trill when Harry moved his head to stare at the majestic bird. A few moments of silence passed before Death let out a loud snort of amusement before shaking his head ruefully.

"Only you Hadrian could have a phoenix appear out of nowhere and start taking care of you like a mother hen looks after an errant chick!" He finished this off with more rounds of his almost, but not quite, laughter.

"It's not funny. I haven't done anything to summon a phoenix!" Harry protested before focusing his gaze on the bird once more. Said bird stopped preening his hair to stare back at him with warm black eyes before he pushed of from his shoulder to settle himself on the edge of the low table and looking at him expectantly.

Hadrian stared unblinkingly at him for a few moments before understanding entered his eyes. He stood up and swiftly made his way to the ice box. He opened it and after rummaging around for a few minutes, much to Tomoes annoyance, turned around with a bowl of mixed fruit in his hands. He placed the bowl on the table next to the phoenix and they all simply watched the creature eat for several minutes.

After a few moments the bird appeared to have finished as he once more turned to face Hadrian although they noticed how the birds eyes were no longer quite as warm which immediately put them on edge. Just as Tomoe opened his mouth a warmth seemed to fill the room and a musical voice began speaking.

"I'm sorry for intruding on your meeting but it is of vital importance that I speak to you on this day. My name is Fawkes and I was formerly the familiar of Albus Dumbledore. He plans to trap you in a contract by using the Goblet of Fire from the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I am sorry to bring you this news."

Everyone had tensed the moment the headmaster's name had been mentioned and had only tensed further at the information the phoenix had delivered to them. Tomoe had moved protectively in front of Hadrian and was glaring viciously at the bird with blood red eyes and a fanged snarl on his lips. Hadrian however was peering around Tomoe in curiosity as he knew that phoenixes could tell no lies as they were pure and wholly good beings.

Death was the first to speak causing all eyes to turn to him. " And just how did a creature such as you come to be bonded to that wizard?" He questioned seriously as he knew phoenixes only bonded to those who were just as good and pure.

Fawkes seemed to wilt at the question before responding with sadness. "Albus used to have such good intentions but as time passed and he gained more fame and adulation his ideals slowly turned from helping improve life for all to only improving life for himself. I had hoped to turn him from this path but what he is trying to do now I simply cannot stay by his side anymore. He is too far one for me to be able to lead him back to the path he used to walk."

"Why warn us though?" Harry piped up suddenly as he hugged Tomoe from behind to keep him calm while he spoke to the phoenix. "It is not your duty to warn us of what the old man is planning. Why bother?" He questioned seriously. Fawkes perked up and looked quite pleased at the question.

"That is because I wish to create a new bond. I am hoping to bond with you little god." This rolled into their minds while the phoenix himself let out several happy trills and looking hopeful at Hadrian who looked a bit bemused at the thought of another familiar.