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Expect a few timeskips :) As always, reviews, comments, questions, and follows are always appreciated!

Also, I'm going back to first-person style, at least for this chapter. I want to see if it works better or not. So let me know what you think-should I do first person or third person?

Harry's P.O.V. (I wanted to do Frank or Nico's but...well...)

I tapped my foot nervously, glancing around the room. It was time for the Weighing of the Wands and somehow Rita Skeeter, writer for the Daily Prophet, had wormed her way into the occasion. Just what I needed-for everyone to find out that Voldemort's wand and mine shared the same core.

To my left were Fleur, Viktor, and Cedric (the latter of which gave me an encouraging smile). To my right was Percy Jackson, who looked downright bored and was shifting around impatiently, like he couldn't sit still.

The judges, as well as the Heads of the other schools (and of course Skeeter and her cameraman) were in front of us. THe judges and heads were talking, Rita and her cameraman were eyeballing us.

Rita suddenly tapped Dumbledore's shoulder. "Would it be alright if I did some interviews while we wait?"

"Interviews? Why of course, Ms. Skeeter." Dumbledore nodded. Rita smled a thin smile. "Right then, Harry, why don't you come first?" She grabbed my shoulder and literally pulled me out of the room. Glancing back, I saw Cedric and Percy both give me sympathetic looks.

Rita Skeeter took me into what was probably a broom closet. A swish of her wand and a table and two chairs were set up. Smiling thinly again, she said, "This is cosy."

I frowned. "It's a broomcupboard."

"You should feel right at home then. Don't mind if I use the quill do you?" She pulled a quill out her bag and set it on the table, on top of a piece of parchment.

I was confused. "Oh, no. I-I don't mind..."

"Good. So Harry, here you sit, a mere boy of

twelve.."

"I'm fourteen." I interrupted.

She took little notice "...about to compete against four students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. And one of them is apparently a prestigious wizard in his home country. Concerned?" The quill scratched across the page.

"I dunno I haven't really thought about it much.."

"Course you're not just any ordinary boy of twelve are you...?"

I sighed. "Fourteen. I'm fourteen."

She ignored me again. "The story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?"

"No, I didn't enter." I was a little annoyed now.

"Course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel Harry. Scratch that last. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? proud? or concerned that your attitude shows at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic deathwish?"

I was abut to answer when I looked over at the parchment. "Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!"

"They most definitely aren't. And next time you decide to invade my personal space, can you at least give me warning so I can get out before you lock the doors?"

Rita and I turned towards the corner of the broom cupboard, and found that a familiar-looking black-haired teen was siting on a box, glaring at us.

"Nico?" I asked incredulously. "Uh...shouldn't you be in class...?"

"Nice to see someone remembers my name. And as for classes...Let's just say that some things are better left unsaid. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get out of here before I get claustrophobic, which I already am, thank you." Nico stood to leave, but Rita caught his arm. "Are you a friend of Harry's? I see you are from New World Academy, are you not?"

"First, define "friend". Second, isn't it obvious by my uniform that I am?"

Rita smiled, excited. "You don't mind if I have a few words with you as well, Mr...?

"Di Angelo. And yes I m-" Nico was pushed into another chair. "A Di Angelo? Such prestige! Mr. Di Angelo, who do you plan to support for the TOurnament, your friend Mr. Potter here or your school's champion, Percy Jackson?"

"Does it really matter? I didn't exactly sign up to come here.."

"Course not, but..." She eyed him over. "You entered your name, surely. What was your reaction when you weren't choson and there were five champions instead of four, one of them only 12?"

Nico looked like he wanted to slap her. "He's fourteen. As am I. And I was forced to put my name in, for your information."

I glanced at the parchment and was shocked to find it was writing exactly what he was saying. That was weird, earlier it had been spouting lies when Rita had been interviewing me.

"Forced? By your headmaster? Centaurs can be quite mysterious, my boy, best to trust the wizards-"

"By my cousins. Not by Professor Brunner, and don't you dare insult him!" Nico was fuming. Rita recoiled at the glare he was giving her. "Interview over. I'm out of here." He stood up and marched out of the closet (which Rita had hurriedly unlocked). I quickly followed, but instead of turning right like he had I turned left.

When I got back to the room, Percy leaned over and whispered, "What'd she do to you, she looks like she saw a ghost for the first time." He nodded back at Rita Skeeter, who was still pale.

"Turns out the broom cupboard was already occupied by Nico." I whispered back. Percy stiffed a laugh.

The door opened and Olivander walked in. Settling himself on a chair, he nodded in acknowledgement to Dumbledore and the other Heads. "Right, shall we begin? Mr. Krum?"

Viktor Krum stepped forward and offered his wand for inspeciton.

Olivander turned it over in his hands. "10 and one-fourths inches long, hornbean wood, dragon heartstrings. Thicker then normal, and quite rigid. Otherwise, in Good condition. This is a Gregorovitch wand, no?"

"I was one of the last to purchase a Gregorovitch wand. They are the best – although I know, of course, that you Britons set much store by Ollivander." Viktor replied as Olivander handed back his wand.

"Gregorovitch, also an exceptional wandmaker in your part of world, of course. Ms. Delacour?"

Fleur offered her wand. Olivader inspected it. "Yes, nine and a half inches... inflexible.. rosewood... and containing... dear me.. "

Fleur Delacour: "An hair from the head of a veela. One of my grandmother's."

I tried not to gag. A custom wand? I didn't even know those were possible. Then again, I knew very little about wandmaking.

Olivander flicked the wand and flowers sprouted. "Good condition. Mr. Diggory?

Cedric showed Olivander his wand. "Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it? Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn that almost gored me to death when I obtained the hair. Twelve and a quarter inches... ash... pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition" He handed it back. "Mr. Potter?"

I stepped forward as the others had done, and gave him my wand. Olivander turned it over in his hands. "I remember this one well...Such a unique wand it is...Good condition." He handed it back. "And finally, Mr. Jackson?"

Percy glanced over towards the headmasters and headmistress, locking eyes with Professor Brunner, who nodded. Turning to face Barry Crouch, he asked, "If you don't mind, sir, would it be alright if I used a sword instead of a wand?"

"B-but my boy, surely a wand would be better?" Mr. Crouch sputtered.

"In my case, no. I've got terrible long-distance aim and whenever we practiced archery there's always a good chance I won't ever hit my target. I'm much more comfortable with a sword." Percy shrugged. Many, including myself, gasped. What kind of fighting did they practice at New World?

Professor Brunner spoke up. "It is true. Even our best archers have given up trying to teach him to fire a bow, which is one of the skills all students are required to learn at my school. However, he is a natural with a sword."

Crouch stoked his chin. "You do realize, Mr. Jackson, that you may only bring one weapon into the Tournament's tasks?"

"Yeah, I'm well aware." Percy nodded.

"Do you have a sword you can use?"

I was expecting him to say no, but he just grinned and pulled out a ballpoint pen, and uncapped it. It grew to a large, 3-foot-long sword. "Yep."

"Professor Brunner, do you mind..?"

The centaur nodded and stepped forward. Percy willingly handed it over for inspection. "Still in good condition, though you may want to clean the blade a bit, I believe there is still some..residue..here."

Percy blushed. "Oh right. I forgot to clean it before we took off.."

Professor Brunner raised his eyebrows. "I see. Mr. Olivander, do you mind checking his wand as well just in case something happens to his sword?"

Olivander nodded and Percy handed over his wand, which was an unnatural blue-green color. Olivander examined it. "Fascinating. I've never seen a wand like this before...10 inches exactly, made of a mix of chrysocolla and jade instead of wood, with a single mermaid hair Flexible." He waved the wand and droplets of water appeared. "Good condition, almost new. Did you obtain this wand recently?"

"Um, yeah...it was a gift from my dad..." Percy said.

"Very nice." He handed it back to Percy, who pocketed it just like how he'd pocketed his pen/sword. "Well, that is all, I believe."

"Pictures first, of course! And then I must get more interviews with the other champions!" Rita crowed.

The pictures ended up featuring me, primarily. I was not thrilled, as was Fleur, who seemed to find it disgraceful. Rita took no notice and instead dragged Percy off for his interview. After that, I was allowed to leave, but decided to stay back outside the room, hiding in a secret passageway so Rita couldn't start questioning me again.

Not more then 5 minutes later, she returned and took out Cedric. Percy hung around outside the door until she left before turning and walking into the passageway I was in. He looked surprised to see me there. "You're still here?"

"Yeah, if I go back now I have to go to Potions, and..."

"Snape." We both said at the same time.

Percy grimaced. "He hates you too?"
"Yeah, but then he hates everyone but his own house but if I wait around, then I don't." I explained.

Percy nodded. "That makes sense. I have Astronomy, and I get enough of that back home, thank you very much. So, how'd Skittles react to Nico?" He asked.

"Skittles?"

"Y'know, Skeeter, Skittle, multi-face newslady that sugarcoats everything?"

"Oh. Um. yeah. she seemed pretty freaked out...Oh and even though the quill was writing lies when I was talking, it didn't do it when Nico was interviewed."

Percy smirked. "Of course it didn't. Annabeth told me about those kinds of quails yesterday when she came across it in a book. Something about how it uses the voice of the speakers and stuff to determine what to write? Yeah, anyways, Nico doesn't really care to show off his emotions so it's kind of hard to twist anything he says. Plus that kid can be a magic repellent, the barrier around your school gave us a little trouble on the way in." Percy shrugged.

"It didn't look like it from where I was watching..." I said.

Percy shrugged

"Makes sense. Oh gods, I need to go, classes just ended and I'm supposed to meet up with Annabeth and Thalia and they'll kill me if I'm late one minute! Good luck!" Percy called as he sprinted off.

I waved (even if he couldn't see me) before heading off to my next class when I realized something.

Did he just say god...as a plural?

Sorry this is kind of late! Anyways, hope you enjoy, leave a comment if you want :)