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Chapter 116: Clash of Giants

"Hey Peter," Harry called out to the coward, "how would you like to be bait for us!"

Not liking the look on his face one bit, the traitor trembled in fear and squeaked out, "W-what... what do y-you mean?"

"Don't worry," Harry said as a cruel malicious smile spread across his face. He could be a right bastard when he wanted to! However, you have to deserve it, and no one other than Peter deserve what was coming his way.

"You will only be doing what you do best, running!" he chuckled, it wasn't a friendly laugh, not at all, as he watched Peter shiver in fear from him.

"Bring him forward," Amelia said, waving to the Aurors that flanked him to either sides. Unlike him she didn't toy with him. But that didn't mean she had any pity or mercy for him.

"Kneal," she ordered as the Aurors shoved him to his knees.

"Look at me," she then ordered the traitor who had no choice but to crane his neck up to her. "I have a job for," Amelia simply said, "fulfill it and I might give you some leniency in your punishment!"

"But... but... I am innocent," Peter began to weep, "I did nothing. I... did not harm anyone..."

Before he could even get another lie out of his mouth, Amelia snapped her wand out and shoved it into his chest. With a word uttered, lightning rushed out of her wand and begin to electrocute the rat man. All he could utter was a wordless scream as his muscle contractions and his body spasmed in shock.

Amelia effectively used a taser gun on him!

Once the electric current ceased from jutting out of her wands, she shoved her wand below his chin and raised his head to face her. "If I hear another lie from out of your mouth then I will be very disappointed, and that would be the least of your worries," she whispered to him in a calm, reasonable tone that chilled the rat-man to his bones.

"Am I understood?" she asked as no one in the premises dared to saw a word, only the roars of the two creatures filled the air.

Nodding his head as quickly as he could, showing his assent, the rat man tried out a different tactic. "Anything for you, my lady!" he bootlicked, sniffing and snorting. "And if I do undertake this mission for you, what sort of leniency can I expect."

"For one, you won't be getting the Dementor's Kiss like so many of your close associates have," Amelia answered simply, though there was no doubt he would be spending a very long time in Azkaban for all that he had done.

"Thank you, thank you," the man begin to weep, for a traitor like him this was the best he could wish for and for a coward as well he would do anything to preserve his life. "I promise I will do as you command my lady," he promised as he bowed his head low.

"Meh, like I would trust your word," Amelia snorted. "Open up," she commanded as she grabbed his jaw and made him open his mouth, muttering a spell under her breath a red and orange light slipped into his mouth and down his throat.

With that the witch let him go, wiping her hand on her sleeves in disgust for having to do anything with him.

"W-what did you do?" he asked in fear.

"Nothing, but place a Bombarda inside of you," Amelia answered, simply stating the truth. "If you try anything the spell will go off and explosive Charm will go off inside your body. Try to unravel it and it would go off, go too far and it will go off, be gone for too long and it would go off.

So basically don't do anything that you think might set off the spell and cause you to explode from the inside."

"Don't thank us yet until you have heard what you need to do," Harry spoke up as he smiled a very happy and pleased smile.

"Fawkes," Harry sent a telepathic message to the flaming bird that went all gigantic mood on everyone. "Back off from the snake," he instructed the Phoniex.

Getting back a telepathic response of a loud shrill cry of confusion, Harry reiterated, "just trust me, please! I got a plan to help us defeat that snake!"

Answering back with a telepathic answer of acknowledgment, Harry watched through the foliage of the trees from within the woods as Fawkes took to the air. He heard a loud angry hiss as the Phoniex wasn't within the giant snake's reach however that did not mean it didn't try as it flung itself up and kept coming down with loud booms that shook the earth all the way here.

"Bird in the air," Harry reported in to Amelia with a fooling around in his tone. He could tell he was nervous and was trying to use amusement to settle his nerves. He was after all planning on going toe to toe with this homegrown snake by the most evil wizard around, so there was plenty of room to doubt his actions now.

"Stop fooling around," Amelia replied back to him in a no nonsense. Harry did always wonder how two people so different could be attracted to themselves, Sirius and Amelia couldn't be as far different from each other and yet here they were engaged.

Maybe the saying opposites attract has some truth in it after all.

"And we let loose the traitor, so he is heading your way like planned," she added.

"Good," Harry said seeing as everything was going as planned, and it didn't make him anymore comfortable.

"Kingsley," he called out to the Head Auror with his mind.

"Yes," the man replied back.

"Are your men in position?"

"Yes, we are all here and the trap has been laid out!"

"Excellent," Harry muttered to himself, "no it's my turn."

Taking off his shirt as setting it aside, Harry did not want to ruin it for what he was about to do. Listening closely Harry could hear trees collapsing to the ground and the earth shaking as something very big came in very fast towards his direction.

Suddenly a very large and frightful rat broke through the clearing as it run headlong towards him. It was Peter who was panting from the exertion and effort of running away from his predator.

What was unusual about him was that he was very very massive near to the size of a truck. And it was all Harry's idea, he got the notion from the Death Eater who he fought during the World Cup that made himself a giant.

He knew if he wanted to attract the attention of the giant snake and get it into the position he wanted then he would need to wave something very juice before it. And what better attraction than a giant delicious rat!

Coming in behind Peter was Voldermort's little pet snake that was drooling on to the ground as it broke past everything in its path.

Seeing him standing on top of a giant boulder on a slight rise, Peter's eyes light up as he ran towards his direction.

"Activate the traps," Harry called out to Kinsley.

"But... isn't the convict in the way?" the wizard asked.

"I don't care about some traitor, we need to defeat this snake no matter what and if the cost comes at one backstabber life then I would gladly make the exchange. NOW DO IT!"

"Alright," he heard back from Kinsley after a brief pause.

As the giant rat and snake came within striking distance all of a sudden, the traps laid out were activated. Dozens upon dozens of magic circles light up as the traps set up painstakingly were no in effect.

Then to add to the wild mix, Aurors came out of the undergrowth and trees. Leading them was Kinsley who shouted at the top of his lungs, "ATTACK!" In a flash, dozens upon dozens of deadly spells were fired off from wands attacking the two creatures in a barrage of spellfire.

Under the multitude of spells raining down and traps going off, Harry could hear the loud squeak of pain and the hiss of anger. The two creatures were utterly covered in a light show of spells that had numerous deathly effects.

There was no mercy at all or no grounds given as well. The Aurors showed their full unstoppable force as they raised the whole clearing until there was nothing but dust picking up and the earth scorched into ruin.

Even now there was the lingering effects of spells hanging in the air as clouds of lightning racked against the ground and pillars of earth collapsed to the ground.

"STOP," Kinsley called out as he held out his hand for a cease fire. They no longer had the clear range of fire and couldn't risk their spells going wild and harming allies. The Aurors quickly withdrew their wands back and stood on standby as the surrounding area begin to clear up.

There was just no way something could survive under all that rain of spells, but it said something as everyone stood around nervously ready to go into action at any moment. Especially Harry who unclenched his fist and clenched it back, Fawkes also came over as he swopped around in the air keeping a close eye out.

Abruptly there was a loud boom as something collapsed to the ground also causing the air to part and allow everyone to lay eyes on the scorched middle ground.

The first thing Harry picked up on was all the blood, there was so much of it covering everywhere that you nearly had a little lake. Floating on the pool of blood where large flanks of meat torn off and ripped asunder. And laying in the middle of the pool was the dead carcass of the giant snake with its tongue lulling out of its mouth.

There was no sign of the giant snake but with all the shredded meat floating about with fur on it and the giant tail laying on the wayside you could imagine what happened to him.

"It's dead!" someone called out. Then another person let loose their shrill joy. Aad that was just the flood gates as more people whooped and cheered at their victory. Even Fawkes landed on the ground spreading its wings wide as it kicked the snake with one of its taloned feet.

Harry on the other hand narrowed his eyes as he stared at the thing. It looked like it was very much dead indeed, but somehow he had the underlying suspicion that not everything seem to be how it looked.

This was a beast that was able to go toe to toe with Fawkes a legendary creature! There was just no way Fawkes could die to this even though it might be devastating it should be able to still take more punishment.

His mind drifted to the possum as it liked to play dead.

"Fawkes, everyone, get back from IT," Harry shouted. Promptly one of the creature's eyes twitched and before they knew it it was coiling forward. It went snapping towards Fawkes who tried to flap into the air but the beast bit into him.

And the foolish Aurors that came towards what they thought was a dead carcass were crushed in a pulp.

Harry knew it was time... to Dragon Up!

Limps slowly stretching out as they each gained gleaming sharp claws on each end, tail slowly growing out of his back, dorsal plate jutting out of his spin, teeth transforming into sharp rows of wicked teeth, nose slowly elongated as he gained a snot, neck stretching out into a serpentine thing, horns growing out of his head, wings growing out of his shoulder blades, skin turning into black hard metallic scales - Harry experienced all sorts of transformation within the minute.

Then Harry let out a loud grunt of pain as his bones and body twisted about which then slowly became into that of a primeval beast of antiquity that echoed through the area.

Harry grew, and grew and grew until his body was reaching high above the tallest trees and he looked down upon the tiny wizards who were all in a panic as they were nothing but ants before his gaze.

Letting his wings stretch out to either side, Harry let out a primeval ROARED that shook the very air to announce his presence.

Everyone including the Aurors and the two giant creatures which matched him in size stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

Sending one telepathic message to every Auror down below, Harry simply uttered, "Move!" This was not a battle for them, but giants like them.

Picking up speed, Harry ran into the giant snake making it let go of Fawkes who was finally able to get away. He could see from the clouds of poison sticking to Fawkes and the veins of green running along it right half of its body, that he was badly injured when the snake was able to get the jump on him.

Falling to the ground as its tumble sent up rocks and dust into the air, Harry did not let the creature recover as he pounced on it with his claws racking long gashes across its body.

The snake knew it couldn't have that as it weakly raised its head at him and green smoke started to build up in its throat. Matching attack for attack, a deep red glow started to form along his chest and neck and then he let out a long bright red breath of flames, or more accurately a bout of Dragon flames.

His attack was able to quickly over power it as his flames licked up at its jaws and neck causing the flesh the flake off thanks to the seeing heat. Let loud a loud hiss of agony, the snake was able to slither through his grasp, fleeing away from him. It knew it was already tired and weary from its battle with Fawkes, and was seriously injured thanks to the ambush, now it knew it couldn't survive a tussle from him.

Before it could get far however, Fawkes let out a loud shrill cry as he swooped in with his talons and racked the hide of the snakes back.

Now it was desperate as both he and Fawkes double teamed it, him sending bouts of Dragon flames at it and Fawkes swooping in and injuring it even more with its talons.

It wasn't long before they reached the edge of the shield that Dumbledore put up, effectively cornering the beast. Seeing that it was trapped the giant snake kept on lashing out at them and Harry and Fawkes had to keep on jumping back in fear of the beast trying to take them down with it.

While it did that, the smart little burger kept on banging against the shields more and more sacks run along it with its effort as it was trying to flee away from them.

Unable to allow that, Harry called out to Fawkes with his mind, "Fawkes let's combine attacks and finally end this once and for all!"

Replying back to him with a piercing cry, Harry begin to flap his wings and slowly take to the air. Coming to level with the Phoniex, he commenced with his attack, a large funnel of flames spewed out of his gullet in continuous streams, Fawkes also joined him as he to let loose his own attack.

Both of the Dragon and Phoniex flames combined wonderfully as they headed towards the giant snake who could only put up a flimsy defense. However it was unable to stand against the might of the combined attack as the onrush of flames enveloped the creature.

All he could hear was the loud high pitched scream of the beast as it was surrounded and swallowed up. Slowly its screams died down and there was nothing but quiet as the flames started to settle down

Harry flew down to the ground alongside Fawkes as he transformed back into his human form and Fawkes went back to his slightly large bird size instead of its colossal one. It was so weak that it had no choice but to perch on his shoulder to which Harry allowed.

He came to the sight of where the giant snake was but all he saw was flames still licking the ground as they refused to go out. He looked up at the shield which finally collapsed as the combined attack from him and wakes finally did the trick.

Nudging him with his beak, Fawkes pointed ahead and Harry scratched the bird's chin as the flames did nothing to him since he was immune to them and asked. "What is it, buddy?"

But he quickly got his answer as he came to a sight that drew him short. Laying on the ground was a backed woman, and one he knew... She was the one she spotted with his Magic sight somehow within the giant snake.

"What the hell!" Harry said and just then he heard a loud boom, looking up into the sky Harry saw Voldermort fleeing as he could finally get away with the shields now down.

"Shit," Harry swore under his breath.

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Chapter 117: Devastation

*NEW POV

"We hear you talking any more shit, Mark, you are really going to get it!" uttered a big stocky, brown hair boy wearing some gangster clothing and a golden fake chain around his neck, kicked the kid on the ground in the stomach.

The kid recoiled in pain as the gathered group of boys surrounding him laughed out loud at his pain.

"Get out of here," a scrawny boy who had a face more akin to a rat pushed the kid away as he unsteadily got up from the ground.

"Better not see your face around, you little punk," a black-haired narrowed boy shouted at the fleeing kid's back as he waved his fist at him.

"Look at him run," the last remaining boy of the group laughed out loud, he was blonde haired with hair that looked more like a wig then anything else.

All four boys laughed out loud together under the darkening sky. They were the members of the Dudley Dursley's gang which were now cut short their leader. Malcolm the brown haired boy, Piers Polkiss the scrawny boy, Dennis the black haired boy, and Gordon the blonde haired boy. All of them were big and bullies and idiots, and no good useless punks.

"Little bitch ass punk," the scrawny boy, Piers, uttered, "bad mouthing Big D like that!"

"Absolutely," Malcolm agreed with him, "they all forget their places beneath us, and now they think they could do and say whatever they want. Ha, we will remind them why they should show us respect!"

"Yeah mate, but my mum has been going about having nothing to do with Big D these past few months," Dennis voiced.

"And none of the girls even want anything to do with us," Gordon nodded his head.

"So you both want to forget about everything?!" Piers shouted as he waved his scrawny hands around.

"You want to forget Big D's legacy just like that?" Malcolm asked.

"No mates, but Big D is gone, and he might never be coming back," Dennis shook his head. "You remember how these child services people came to pick him up after all that happened."

"Mhm, and what is he... comes for us?" Gordon whispered not daring to say whoever's name they were talking about, but they all knew who it was.

"My Da says he is like real life noble," the blonde boy continued. "What if you know he tosses his money and weight around to even the score for what did!"

"That is bad," Piers nodded his head in agreement.

"Guys," Malcolm said in a shaky voice.

"What are you trembling Malcolm just thinking what he could do to you?" Dennis joked, though from his tone you could tell he was the one worried about that.

"Come on, Malcolm, there is no way he could do anything to us. He still must be still bruising from all the beatings we gave him," Piers laughed out loud, but it was a hallow thing that no one took part him.

"Just shut up and look," the boy snapped as he pointed his finger off into the horizon.

"Oh, my god," Dennis exclaimed as he put his hand to his gaping mouth.

Gordon expressed himself more aptly as he said, "What the hell!?"

Staring at the scene of an expanding second sun appearing far off into the distance, silence held each and every single one of the boys.

The light was blinding as you more or less had to shield your eyes or go nearly blind, and it wasn't some regular light show as somehow it was both half pure white and also pitch black in nature as if two opposing forces of nature were clashing together.

Then came the defeating super sonic sound as the two forces exploded spectacularly together, and even form all the way here they could each hear the whooshing sound as the winds stirred up. The very clouds parted for miles and miles around as the explosion was the center of everything.

"Isn't that where Great Hangleton is located?" Piers asked, to which he got no answer at all.

"What the hell!" Harry said and just then he heard a loud boom, looking up into the sky Harry saw Voldermort fleeing as he could finally get away with the shields now down.

"Shit," Harry swore under his breath as he watched the dark wizard flee while the old man quickly gave chase. Now that there was nothing blocking Voldermort's path, he was able to quickly cover many miles in just a few moments.

"You got to be kidding me," Harry muttered under his breath. During the battle in the sky, Harry always had an eye on it. Even though Voldermort put up a good fight and cheated from time to time as he tried to annihilate every Auror down below, Dumbledore still had the upper hand.

The old man was very skilled with countless years on the dark wizard he had plenty of more experience and accumulated knowledge. Plus Voldermort was very much weakened in that state he was in, in the past Harry had no doubt that the two of them stood toe to toe as they knew there was no point in fighting since all it would become is a dogfight of whoever can throw around the most power.

Anyways, Voldermort was left on the losing end of things as the old man slowly got a handle on him. The dark wizard had no room to maneuver at all or escape for that matter this unlikely fight that he wasn't going to win, until Harry along with Fawkes finally destroyed the shield that kept him henned in ready to be slaughtered by the old man.

As soon as those shields all but fell apart into a magical light show, Voldermort hightailed in out of here.

Harry watched helplessly as he literally let the worst criminal in recent history and the murderer of his parents get away. He so wanted to take to the air in his dragon form and help the old man bring back the snaky bastard, but he knew he would only be a hindrance.

And just at that moment, he heard a moan come from the nacked woman on the ground as she stirred.

"HARRY," someone shouted as over the rise, then Tonks came into view along with her squad. When she saw him standing there with Fawkes perched on his shoulder, she ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "I am so glad you are alive," she whispered in his neck.

"Me too," Harry smiled down at her, looking over he saw many more Auror heading down along with Kingsley and Amelia who must have joined with him.

"Here," Tonks said as she handed him the shirt he left behind.

"Thank you," Harry said as he took it from her and the first thing he did was check if the wooden figurine which it thankful was, smiling to himself as he was glad at least one thing went his way, Harry turned to face Amelia.

"Did you get it?" she immediately asked about the giant snake, cutting to the chase right away.

"I don't know if I should say I got it," Harry answered as he stepped aside letting her see the woman on the ground.

"Who is that?" the blonde haired witch asked.

"And why is she naked?" Tonks added as she narrowed her eyes on him.

"Both good questions... and I don't," Harry answered with a shrug, "Maybe I do the second one since it was me in my dragon form and Fawkes who blasted the creature with combined dragon and phoenix flames."

"You said you combined your dragon flames with Fawkes flames?" Kinsley spoke up.

"Yes," Harry nodded his head as he turned to look at the man.

"Now that is something very rare indeed! It is said that the Dragon and Phoenix make a harmonious relationship, a balanced partnership of two. To combine their flames will of course create a miraculous thing!"

"So you are saying, that somehow the giant snake got transformed into a woman," Tonks said in a disbelieving tone as she knelt over and covered the woman with her coat.

"No," Harry shook his head, "I think we somehow cured her! When I first laid eyes on the snake I saw her trapped inside of it somehow."

"A woman who is trapped as a beast," Kinsley mused, then he saw as realization spread across the man's face. "It could only be a Maledictus!"

"Whatever it is, we will have to bring her in and question her!" Amelia said. Snapping her finger at some Aurors and pointing at the woman, the Aurors quickly put her into custody.

Just then there was a loud sonic boom in the air causing everyone to turn to the horizon. Still the two powerful wizards were battling it high above in the sky, Dumbledore refusing to let Voldermort escape from him.

They were now a couple miles away from them as they were now nearing the town over, Great Hangleton. Unlike Little Hangleton you could still see the lights on the larger community as the swell of people were up through most of the day.

Seeing that he wouldn't be able to break away from the old man, Voldermort began to cackle out loud in the air. At first, Harry thought the dark wizard lost his mind, but Harry knew he must have done that long ago as he has given himself to the deeper dark magics.

Like all beasts when they are cornered, they lash out in anger and fear and that is exactly what Voldermort did. Raising his wand and hands high above his head, a black mass of writhing shadows and pitch darkness gathered into a giant ball the size of a car.

Harry could feel the wild and dark power roiling in a turbulent state, it was like a furnace was licking his face from all the way here.

Now cackling uncontrollably like a mad man, Voldermort kept on gathering power for the horrendous spell in the making.

"What are you doing, Tom," Dumbledore boomed as his voice was like thunder booming across the sky.

"Why don't you save those muggles you love so much, you old fart!" Voldermort answered as he waved his hands downward to the town below.

Acting as quickly as can, Dumbledore constructed countless barriers that shimmered and glowed in the air between the spell and the town below. Harry could see the massive effort it took as sequences after sequences of magical shields were put into place.

However slowly each one was destroyed as the massive ball of pure death and evil made its descent down. Nothing seemed to stop it as it broke through one shield after another.

Seeing that Dumbledore gave a loud shout of exertion as he pointed his wand at the massive ball and sent a giant beam of light at it. The two were of each opposing forces and when they clashed they created negatively to each other and exploded.

It was indeed a very spectacular sight, Harry noted until he went deaf for a moment as the very reverberation of the explosion then the winds started being sucked in as if there was a vacuum on.

All he was able to hear was a call to put up shields as the trees were stirred up as the winds howled and shook. Harry was too far gone to participate in the group effort as he watched the town of Great Hangleton with its lights still on.

Even though the explosion went off high above into the air, the town was still devastated. All those giant all encompassing shields could do was basically nothing against that fiery explosion of light and dark. They were all destroyed in a matter of seconds as the full brunt of the spell struck the town below.

Harry wondered how many souls were living there; 10,000, 50,000, 100,000!

He would never be sure and would never want to ever know how many people did live there. But he would always remember for the rest of his life as a watched a town get utterly and completely annihilated!

"Master are you alright," Rem asked in a worried tone as he appeared from the fireplace and into his family home. He had a haunted look on his face as if he had seen something that he could never remove from his mind.

"Yes, I am fine, Rem," Harry lied right through his teeth.

"You don't look so... well, Master," Rem uttered in an unsure tone as she stared up at him.

Collecting himself as best he could, Harry gave her a wane smile, "I am perfectly alright, Rem. Could you please send a message to Sirius to come here as soon as he can. And could you get me a drink, a strong one at that!"

"Yes, Master," the blue haired maid bowed her head.

"And bring out the Mirror Telly, would you! I will be in my office."

Taking a seat in his chair that he collected from Ser Gimbal's keep, it wasn't long before Rem arrived with everything he asked of her.

Setting the tumbler down Rem was about to pour him a drink before he asked her to just leave aside for him. Dismissing as her as he uncorked the bottle for himself, Harry was left all alone in his office by himself.

He turned his sight to the latest Mirror Inc. invention the Mirror Telly or as the Americans like to call it the TV.

Turning it on, Harry was able to switch to a muggle news channel, this was a function that he added since the wizarding networks weren't a thing yet. However he was already in the works with different magical newspapers to begin that and soon he planned to have entertainment networks created.

Sitting back on his chair as he took a swig of his drink, Harry watched as the BBC news anchor started.

'Just in right now, but the town of Great Hangleton has been wiped off the map!' the man exclaimed as a picture of nothing but a gaping hole with structures and homes all obliterated appeared on the side.

'Investigators say that an old WW2 bomb that has been undiscovered for all this time has unexpectedly gone off. Today is indeed a very dark day, experts say that approximately 64,000 people lived in the town of Great Hangleton and now all of them are just gone like that.'

'With me here is Dr. Tomas from the University of Oxford to comment.'

'Dr. Tomas what are your thoughts on today's...'

Turning it off, Harry did not want to hear any more of it.

Really it was only by luck and the miracle of whatever god was out there that they made it out of that catastrophe. Even at several miles away from where the two spells went off, still they had to deal with the aftermath.

Nevertheless they at least made it through with their own lives while those poor people in Great Hangleton were snuffed out like that.

To make matters worse, Voldermort escaped, there was no sign of him even after they searched and searched. The monster must have escaped after he dropped his giant bomb, not turning back to look at the damage he wrought.

All they came through with their operation was just a naked woman and a rat.

At that thought, Harry took out the wooden figurine of the rat he still had in his pocket and set it on his desk.

"Well Peter, anything you have to say for yourself?" Harry asked as he peered at the figurine.

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Taking another swig of his drink, Harry sighed and sat back in his chair. His mind was in turmoil with what went down tonight. A whole town filled with so much life and vitality gone just like that.

Shaking his head, Harry knew he couldn't dwell on this forever and stay miserable for something he couldn't stop or have any control over.

Still what was unacceptable and made matters worse was that Voldermort escaped, there was no sign of him even after they searched and searched. The bastard must have high tailed it out there after he dropped his calamitous spell, not turning back to look at the damage he wrought.

All they came up with from this operation was just a naked woman and a rat.

At that thought, Harry took out the wooden figurine of the rat he still had in his pocket and set it on his desk.

"Well Peter, anything you have to say for yourself?" Harry asked as he peered at the figurine.

Suddenly cracks started to run along the wooden figurine as it quickly begin to flack off and a living breathing rat came into view. Watching as the wooden shaving fell to the table, Harry was a bit saddened at the lost of the magic item.

It was an item he withdrew from his family vault, and it was basically a voodoo doll that African wizards and witches generally use or more like it was based off of one as the history of the item connotated.

He said it was based off voodoo dolls because the item traps a person inside, capturing them for you. He used the magical item to trap Peter and thanks to that he was able to save his life so he didn't become a total ruinous mess like everyone thought he did.

And he didn't do it from the kindness of his earth feeling bad for using him like that as bait. No, no, no, he wasn't that kind hearted to his enemies, far from it really you could say he was the complete opposite.

As the rat was freed, it did the first thing he expected it to do, it fled with its tail between it's — or maybe not since the traitor did lose it in the endless barrage of spellfire.

"Aa, ah, ahh," Harry said with a shake of his hand as he stunned the traitor right in his tracks with one paw ready to take another step.

"Already fleeing, huh?" Harry asked in a sad, disappointed tone as he telepathically spun the rat around to face him. "What happened to my thank you for rescuing you? You didn't want to go with these big scary Aurors, did you? They would have done so many unspeakable things to you," Harry shivered, messing with turncoat.

"Now," Harry said as he pushed the rat on the chair reserve for guests and pointed him wand at him. In a flash, Peter was back in to his form, Harry saw that he was littered with wounds as nasty whelps and weeping gashes covered his body, it seem like he didn't fully escape from the salvo of spells unscathed.

Smiling and playing it cool, Harry lean forward in his seat and tented his fingers together and uttered, "Why don't you return the favor by telling me everything that happened after our fated meeting during 3rd year?!"

Looking every where except him, the traitor muttered a few words under his breath which barely carried at all.

Eye narrowing and losing that false show of cordiality, Harry slammed a fist down on the table causing the coward to jump in fear and he shouted in a barely concealed tone of hate and fury, "SPEAK UP!"

He had no tie for this traitor's nonsense, and nor did he want to stand it. Just having the rat traitor in his presence sickened him and filled him with so much hate he barely kept it in from blasting the betrayer in his twisted face still under lingering attributes of his animagus rat form.

"How did you rejoin Voldermort?" Harry snapped. He needed answer and he needed them right now, if he wanted to make up for his mistake for letting that monstrous bastard get away then he needed connections to track him down.

"I didn't want to rejoin him," the man begin to weep.

"Answer my question," Harry simply said in a low growl.

"I... I found him hiding deep with in forests of Albania, m-my dark mark drew me to him," he squeaked. "And he made me provide him with a rudimentary body, I swear I did not want to do it," he shuddered at the end.

"Stop with the crocodile tears," Harry said with a shake of his head. "Tell me were you found by anyone, discovered at all."

"N-...n...n," he tried to say, but Harry caught him on the hesitation and growled. "Don't you dare try to lie to me, because if you do I will know. And you will make me employ methods I wouldn't like to!"

"Yes we did," the ratman admitted when he saw how serious he was being. "Bertha Jorkins, a British Ministry worker who was on holiday. She recognized me and.. and I had no choice..."

"Continue," Harry said as he folded his arms with a unreadable expression on his face.

"I brought h-her to the Dark Lord since I didn't know what to do, and... and then he k-killed her. And that wasn't all," he snubbed, "he also did some weird ritual with the snake he captured and cannibalized her."

Just hearing about it made Harry feel sick, but he knew what the sick motherfucker was up to, creating another Horcrux. Thankfully that was taken care of and his hunt for the rest all the more easier.

"Where do you think your dark master is hiding now?" Harry asked, striking while the iron was hot and trying to get the key piece of information he wanted.

Seeing his hesitation again, the traitor quickly tried to hide it but Harry already saw it. "I d-don't know where he could be. H-he did not tell me much as the Dark Lord did not trust me much and thought little of me."

"Your lying," Harry simply uttered. "Why are you lying, Peter," Harry asked as he looked the rat man right in the face. "Do you want to do this the hard way, because I won't hesitate like you."

"I can't say," he finally broke into full on sobbing, but Harry didn't budge an inch nor did his heart. There was no pity in his heart for this turncoat and nor could he ever find it in his head.

Still he did listen as he gave his excuses, "You know h-he will do so many unspeakable things to me if I dare to betray him."

"And so would I if you don't give me the answers I seek" Harry replied with a shrug.

Just then the door to his office swung open and in walked in Sirius who shouted, "Harry I receive word you wanted to se-..."

Coming to a complete, jarring halt when he saw the other occupant in the room, the Black family head was shocked in silence and stillness.

"Ahhh, Sirius," Harry said as he got up from his seat, "so good of you to come. There is someone I would like you to meet," he said with a ruthless and cold smile. "Sirius, Peter. Peter, Sirius!"

"How..." the man simply said as he watched the colluder out right shake like a leaf as a wet spread on his pants.

"Long story, will tell you another time, but I imagined you would love to meet him!" Harry said.

"You have no idea," the wizard muttered under his breath.

"Why don't I leave you two to get acquainted with each other," Harry said.

"Please, Harry-sob- child you can't do this," the man exclaimed as he got on to the ground and grabbed his ankle. "Your father would never..."

Kicking him away in disgust, Sirius spoke up, "That is where you do not know James. Oh the pain you would visit upon you for betraying and selling out his family..." Sirius shook his head as he paused.

Then looking down at the coward, he easily picked him by the scruff of the neck and whispered, "but now I am here, so you do not have to worry."

Heading to the door, Harry called out, "Sirius could you make him spill all his secrets and especially where all his master's hiding spots are."

"It would be my pleasure," the wizard answer as his eyes glowed an unholy light.

Leaving him to it, it wasn't really long before he heard some screams coming from his office. And oh how agonizing they sounded.

The next morning Harry was back in school as if things were all just normal. You could barely even guess the night he had. From where he help uncover a Death Eater impersonating as a teacher, then rescue renown Auror, followed by participating in the most deadly operation of the decade! Where he went to face the most evil dark wizard in the country, captured a traitor, fought a giant beast, destroy soul fragment, and maybe let dark wizard get away.

No siree! You could not tell that at all as he conversed with his friends.

"So what happened yesterday?" Lavender brown asked as she spread some butter on her toast.

"Yeah," Parvati Patil said, "everyone is talking about how there is now a gaping hole on the side of the castle and the office that was there is now a ruined mess."

"Last night I heard Professor Moody was admitted into the Hospital ward, and was quickly transported to the St Mungo's!" Tracey whispered in a low tone what she heard.

"Did you see all those Aurors coming in here with force?" Neville asked everyone seated near at hand.

"Yeah, my aunt was among them," Susan sighed.

"Well, we heard that some of the foreign students and some Hogwarts students as well broke into a big old brawl on who is the best," George uttered as it was the holier than thou truth.

"Mhm," Fred said, "even the Headmasters and mistresses joined in on the action.

"That is not true!" Harry shook his head as he forked some eggs. "Are you guys just making this as you go along?" he asked the twins.

"You would be more correct to say that they are the ones spreading those rumors," Angelina Johnson answered as glared at the two red heads.

"So what really happened, Harry?" Hermione asked as she turned to face him.

"What are you guys, gossip mongrels," Harry joked as he had everyone's eyes on him. "And why are you asking me?" he asked.

"Well it is a fact now that you were found at the scene," Daphne said.

"And you basically just admitted when you said Fred and George's theory was wrong that you know more than you are letting on," Hermione pointed out.

"And you are Harry Potter," Ginny added.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Harry asked.

"Just that you are always in the thick of it," Luna uttered in her dreamy voice.

"Well," Harry said, he really didn't want to get into everything that happened yesterday, he was still processing some stuff, but he really did get caught in a ditch and would have no choice but to dig his way out by explaining.

However as he looked up into the air as owls flew in, carrying the latest newspaper on their talons for those who were still old fashion. Alerts also went off on Mirror Phones as people who subscribed to news letters got their daily dose of news.

"WHAT!" Blaise exclaimed in surprise as he looked at his Mirror phone scrolling quickly down.

"I can't believe it," Lavender whispered.

"Professor Moody was a fake all along," Neville shook his head. "T-the Death Eater Barty Jr. took over his post," he read on as his face blanched.

"It says here you are the one who uncovered him and helped in taking him down," Angelina pointed out.

"Yea," Harry nodded his head as he looked at the article written by Rita Skeeter. She worked really fast, he only gave her word of what happened within the castle walls leaving out the operation to hunt down Voldermort.

Since they didn't have Voldermort in hand he did not want to start panicking the public and more than that he wanted his enemies to be still out of the loop that their master was around.

"Wow," Colin Creevey uttered as he could see the pure worship so many held for him come to life in his eyes. Of course, he was thinking that he was just Harry Potter and this was just normal for him.

Looking over the article, Harry saw that Rita credited him for uncovering Barty Jr. not just for the first time but the second time in a row. She also basically all but gave him credit for taking down Barty Jr. before he could harm any students and rescuing Alastor moody who the Death Eater was impersonating.

She also was right on track with his agenda as she blamed Dumbledore for this grievous error as he was the one who hired him and didn't even look through it.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the schoolmaster discussing this with Dumbledore as he heard some shouts go up of 'Not Safe' or 'Irresponsible!' He could see the old man trying to disway them as he gave them simmering smiles and countless gestures of calm.

And lastly, he saw Rita once again promising to deliver more shocking news on Harry's school life, a signal for him as she still wanted to know about what went down during his previous years at Hogwarts. To finally get the gossips on the streets from the mouth of the man who experienced it all.

"So that is what happened yesterday?" Hermione asked as she drew him from his thoughts.

"Basically," Harry nodded his head, "but I won't go as far as to say I single handily took down Barty Jr. like this article is implying."

"So nothing else went down yesterday?" Daphne asked him with sharp eyes.

"Yes," Harry nodded his head again, as he put on a reassuring smile for her. "Nothing at all!"

"But what about my aunt and the Aurors she came in with?" Susan asked hesitantly.

"She just came into arrest the Death Eater," he set her mind at ease. "Nothing else, I promise!"

Harry did not know why he lied to them all, but he just really did not want to talk about Great Hangleton and the things that would never leave his mind. He was glad that wizarding kind didn't really pay attention to the events that go on the muggle world.

And anyways he did not want to burden them with the responsibility he has, it should never be anyone's burden to have to deal with the most evil wizard in recent history. That was his and his alone, and he would love nothing more than for his friends to care on with their carefree life.

"Well, the Goblet of Fire is about to decide the School Champions tonight!" Blaise voiced.

"Really?" Harry asked, that totally slipped his mind after his night yesterday. However now that Zabini pointed it out, he could see more than the gossips going taking its round through the school's wall that there was an atmosphere of anticipation every was.

Tonight was the day that Champions were choicen by the artifact that laid in the center of the Great Hall.

There was no denying even though Harry really didn't care about the whole thing that he was curious to know who would be the 11 Champions that are chosen.

Chapter 119: School Champions Pt.1

That evening everyone filed into the Great Hall as tonight was the day that the School Champions were picked by the goblet of fire! As the hall was quickly crowded, chatter filled the air as people made their assumptions of who the tournament Champions would be.

Tonight was Halloween to the mundane folk but to wizards and witches it was Samhain festival marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter. It was the night that many rituals could be undertaken, and magic was a peak.

The decorations in the Great Hall showed that as enchanted bats fluttered around the ceiling, while animated Jack-o'-lantern leered from every corner, Crystal balls light up the table spaces, skeletons shuffled near at hand, Gargoyle perched on landing spots peering down below, and ghosts floated about. And the candlelit atmosphere with the night sky shining in as dark clouds rolled in really leant the atmosphere a spooky atmosphere.

Plus with wizards and witches seated around the tables, everyone really threw this out of the ballpark. If I muggle walked in right now he would be doubted if this was really just Halloween decoration or the real deal.

The tournament masters showed up as Ludo Bagman waved to all the students and gave many smiles. Dolores Umbridge on the other hand was here to make any friends as she came in without a word and took her seat.

The Professors came in next as they took their seats finally followed by the schoolmasters. They all looked imperial and regal as they walked in as their school pride was on the line. Each was a powerful wizard and witch in their own right as only the most talented and powerful could take up the post of Headmaster especially of such prestigious schools that have long histories and traditions.

With their arrivals, the Great Hall quieted down as everyone respectfully held their tongues. Once they were all seated with a nod from Dumbledore the food appeared on the golden plates.

The Halloween feast seemed to be a quiet affair instead of the bright cheerful thing it used to be, Harry guessed now this was not a novelty anymore as during this month alone that the other schools have arrived there have been up to if not a bit more a dozen different feasts for many different occasions.

No one seem to fancy the extravagantly prepared food as much as they would have normally. Everyone in the Great Hall was constantly craning their necks to the front and center of the hall where the Goblet of fire laid spewing out multi colored flames with impatient expressions on every face, fidgeting in their, and standing up partially to see whether Dumbledore had finished eating yet. It was clear everyone simply wanted the plates to clear, and to hear who had been selected as champions.

At long last, Dumbledore wiped his mouth with his napkin and smiled at the other schoolmaster who nodded their heads, showing that they were ready to begin.

Right before their eyes, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either sides of him, the Headmasters and mistresses had a variety of mixed expressions on their faces some looking as tense and expectant as everyone else, a few beaming and winking at various students, and most just looked quite uninterested, almost bored.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," Dumbledore uttered to the still hall. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" he said as he indicated the door that suddenly appeared behind him.

"There you will be receiving your instructions for the First Task."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness.

The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched and waiting with total silence.

"Any second," Fred and Gorge whispered, two seats away from Harry.

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red. Sparks began to fly from it. The next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room suddenly seem to freeze as Dumbledore plucked the parchment from the air.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!"

"Thank you, Headmaster," the Quidditch star nodded his head as he walked down the alley.

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned orange. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames. "The champion for Jordan," said Dumbledore, "is Ali Abbassid!"

Getting up from his seat a bejeweled boy wearing richly blue clothing inlaid with gold, a turban on his head with a gem in the center, and a yellow sash around his waist with his shirt opened up a bit. He smiled and nodded his head as everyone gave a round of applause.

"Well done, Ali," the Headmaster of Jordan smiled at his student who returned the gesture.

"The champion for Shanghai," Dumbledore spoke up, "is Tang Zhou!"

Standing up was a boy in black and white robes with long flowing black hair done in a bun on top with a headpiece keeping it in position. He had a serene expression on his face as he was not over taken by all the commotion.

Waking past the Headmaster of Shanghai, the old man nodded his head as his student walked into the room beyond.

"The champion for Oceania," Dumbledore uttered, "is James Turner!"

Getting up off his seat was a boy wearing a blue leather jacket inlaid with bronze buttons as he wore a pair of working leather gloves. The Headmaster of Oceania Spencer Allen gave him a silent thumbs up as he entered the door.

"The champion for Hogwarts," Dumbledore called out as he smiled when he read it, "is Cedric Diggory!"

Since Hogwarts numbered half of the occupants in the Hall their cheering was the loudest especially the Hufflepuff student who seem to go wild as they had jumped to their feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them.

"Good job my boy," the old man nodded his head to his student.

"The champion for Koldovstoretz," Dumbledore voiced in a clear solemn tone, "is Catherine Alexeievna Romanova III!"

Clapping as a white haired girl daintily got up from her seat, everyone couldn't help be a bit awed by the regal manner she held herself in.

"Excellent like always, your highness," Boris stooped his head low.

"Was there ever any doubt," the girl asked as she fanned herself.

"Never," the man nodded his head.

"The champion for Mahoutokoro," Dumbledore called out, "is Hinako Miya!"

Jumping up off her seat was a cutesy kind of girl dressed in a short red kimono and with two short black pigtails to either sides, but from the way she clutched her katana in her hands he could tell she wasn't as defensive as you imagined.

"Well done, Miya," the Headmistress of Mahoutokoro smiled at her student, "I expect a championship in the bag."

"Yes, Headmistress," the girl blushed as she awkwardly bowed with the sword in her hand.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," Dumbledore proclaimed, "is Fleur Delacour!"

Getting up was the same girl he meet in the hallway, she wore her school uniform well and from the way the boys rolled in her wake she was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

"Magnificent, my dear," Madame Maxime exclaimed as she kissed the Veela blooded girl on both cheeks. "You make me proud."

"Thank you, Headmistress," the girl curtsied.

"The champion for Uagadou," Dumbledore decalred, "is Jasmine Senna!"

Stepping up was a dark skinned beauty, she had her hair in thick braids with gold bands, full lips and a tall well built curvy body.

Silently nodding to her student as a show of acknowledgment, Jasmine vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again.

Taking a pause to ease his voice, Dumbledore grabbed the parchment that flew out of the green flames and called out. "The champion for Ilvermorny is Sinopa Zuni!"

Giving a nice round of applause as a reddish brown skinned girl got up from her chair and made her way down the alley. She had tribal marking running down her arm with a feathered headpiece on and some sort of bird skull.

The Headmistress of Ilvermorny rested a hand on her student's shoulder as she gave her a nod which Sinopa returned and then walked inside.

"Finally the champion for Castelobruxo," Dumbledore called out reaching the last person, "is Sílvia Santos!"

Giving one last round of whoops and cheers as a caramel skin skinned girl with purple reddish hair, in a skirt, sandals, and simple beach bra got up and made her way to the front.

The Headmaster of Castelobruxo stared at his student for a long while as she placed a hand on her hips to face him to which he finally uttered, "Good job," and left it at that.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real way that t wi-..."

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned blue. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment. Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out loud.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He couldn't have heard correctly. No, this must have been a joke, a really funny one. He was just waiting for someone to come up to him and say they were messing with him. Then they would all have a good laught.

Then if that was the case why wasn't it ending, why was no one stepping up and smacking him on the back.

There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat.

Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Dolores Umbridge to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly.

Harry turned to friends and beyond them, he saw the whole Hogwarts student body all watching him, open-mouthed.

"Fuck me sideways," Harry muttered under his breath.

Getting up from his seat, he shouted, "You got to be FUCKING kidding me!"

"How... No, WHY?" he asked as he held his hand up in the air. This had to be the funniest joke ever played on him, but he wasn't smiling. Nooo, Harry was really... really angry!

Just one year he would have wished not to be burdened with something new or unexpected, but now here did that just go out the window.

"Calm down, my boy," Dumbledore spoke up, "just come up here," he sighed.

"No, no, no," Harry shook his head, deciding to put a stop to it right now. "I am not playing along to this... this whatever this fucking is! No siree, I have enough problems on my plate as is, and this won't be added on top of it."

"You have no choice my boy," the old man shook his head.

"Why not," Harry barked out with a laugh, "you can't force," he said as he spread his hands to either side. "So just leave me out of it and go into that door up ahead."

"The moment your name is called you are bond to participate in the Tournament," Dumbledore sighed again. "That is why we tell you have to be really sure you want to enter before you cast your name because there is no turning back."

"Oh-ho-ho," Harry broke into laughter as he covered his face with his hand. Then dropping it as his irritated face was shown "Every year is something else, first year I had to deal with an EVIL possessed teacher, second year I had to deal with a giant FUCKING snake, third year SHITTY soul suckers, and now the topping on the cake... this!"

"I understand my boy, I really do," the old man said wearily.

"No," Harry shook his head, "no you don't. None of you do."

"Ha," Umbridge uttered, turning everyone's attention to her, "If I know you best then you are just doing this to get more attention and fame. I heard all about you, Mr. Potter always getting into trouble."

"Couldn't agree more," Snape nodded his head.

"Oh, really," Harry asked as he looked at the two of them, "then let me reassure you. I swear on my very Magic and Life that I did not cast my name or ha-..."

"DON'T do it, my boy," Dumbledore shouted as he held out his hand uselessly as he continued.

"Or have anyone do it for me, so mote it be," Harry finished, silencing the Hall completely. A vow like that is never taken lightly, ever!

"Ahh, would you look at that," Harry said as he held out his hands to either side, "I am not a squib or dead for that matter!"

"I thank you, my boy," Dumbledore said as he released a sigh he was holding for however long.

"This is still unacceptable," Igor Karkaroff shouted.

"Yes, I agree," Boris Sergey nodded his head.

The other headmasters also gave a varying degree of agreement, even if they were friends were Dumbledore, they still had their school's pride on the line and they all wanted the win in the bag.

"I promise I will look into this," Dumbledore reassured everyone, "but for now we will just have to go with it no matter how much we don't want to."

"Then we will expect answers," Ekuseni Khaya said to which they really weren't left any choice.

"Harry, my boy, come along," the old man said as he stepped near the door beyond.

Shoulder slumping, Harry looked to his friends who all gave him reassuring nods and then sighed. Well whatever, he thought as he walked down the alley as every student's eyes were on him, who knows he might just win this thing now that he is in it.

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ELEVEN Prestigious schools; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Castelobruxo, Durmstrang Institute, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jordan Academy of Sorcery, Koldovstoretz, Shanghai Institute of Magic, Mahoutokoro School of Magic, Oceania Academy of Wizardry, and Uagadou School of Magic!

Chapter 120: School Champions Pt.2

"Oh, hey Harry," Cedric greeted him as he entered the room, "What brings you here?" The other school champions also turned to look at him with curious expressions on their faces.

"Don't even get started with that?" Harry sighed as he glanced around the room.

He saw that the room he went into from the door out of the Great Hall and found himself was lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite him. There was also some furniture laid out to take some seats on and refreshments were also brought out.

The faces in the portraits turned to look at him as he entered. He saw a wizened witch flit out of the frame of her picture and into the one next to it, which contained a wizard with a walrus mustache. The wizened witch started whispering in his ear. The other school champions were grouped around the fire to keep warm during this late autumn bringing with it its seeping chills.

Fleur Delacour looked around when Harry walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.

"What is it?" she asked. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?" She thought he had come to deliver a message. Harry didn't know how to explain what had just happened. He just stood there,

looking at the champion.

There was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward.

"Extraordinary!" he shouted as Harry could see the real life excitement on his face as he was the one who had his name come out of the Goblet of fire. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen ladies," he called addressing the other champions. "May I introduce to all of you — incredible as it may seem — the 12th Triwizard champion!"

There was a varying mix of expressions on everyone's face as they took in the news, some looked surprised, others nonplussed, and a few even narrowed their eyes at him as they took him in.

Her royal highness, Catherine III, snorted as she tossed her hair and spoke up, "Oh, verrry funny, Mister Bagman, you must be a komedian herrre in the Magikal Isles."

"Ha, a joke?" Bagman repeated with a chuckle. "No, no, not at all, my dear! Harry's name really did just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

"Evidently zair 'as been a mistake," Fleur frowned. " 'E cannot compete. zair can't be 12 champions seence zair isn't 12 school, zair is only 11."

"Well it is amazing," Bagman laughed out loud, rubbing his smooth chin and smiling down at Harry. "But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the goblet, I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage. It's down in the rules, you're obliged Harry and you will just have to make the best out of it."

Silence reigned throughout the whole room as everyone processed that, Harry had nothing to really say since he all but just gave up at this point.

"Now that is most perturbatory," James Turner spoke up as he stared at him with a piece of lens.

"So how did you do it?" Ali Abbassid smiled at him, obviously curious to know how he broke the rules.

"I didn't," Harry answer with a shrug.

The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by the other schoolmasters, and Dolores Umbridge. Harry heard the buzzing of the thousands of students on the other side of the wall and he could see the Professors trying to settle them down, before the door closed behind.

"This is unacceptable," Umbridge was shouting as she came inside, from how her toad like face twisted up he could tell her blood pressure was on the rise. "How can we let this go on! It is our duty to..."

"You are correct, Ms. Umbridge," Dumbledore suddenly cut her off and then agreed with her which had her quickly smiling. "It is our duty to make the best out of this unforeseen circumstance and do our best to see this tournament runs smoothly as can be."

"That is not what I mea-..." the toad like woman tried to say, but Dumbledore just ignored her as if he didn't hear her complaint or really just didn't want to listen to her tale on and on.

"This smells of a plot," Lucas Santos, Headmaster of Castelobruxo noted.

Catching the wizard's assumption Harry paused and thought over it, could this be the plot of Barty Jr. that Voldermort set him upon. Were they hoping that he would die in the tournament?

No that could be it from what he recalled of Barty memories;

'Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son. Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe.'

It was clear that Voldermort was set on getting his blood since he seem to think he was his worst foe. So if that was the case who did put his name into the Goblet of Fire add into all of this.

Shaking his head, he thought to himself, villains and their convoluted plans. Why did they had to make everything ridiculously complicated. Why did they gave to go through so many loops to see their plans actualized?

It would have been so easy for Voldemort to get his blood already if he really wanted to and thought of things in a clear logical way. He already had a man on the inside the entire time (Barty Crouch disguised as Mad-Eye Moody), so why couldn't have Barty kidnap him?

Sighing Harry had his own little theory why the man was suffering from logical mishaps, at this point after fragmenting his soul so many times he must have lost all rationality and acting on just pure instinct. And his followers weren't any help as they gave themselves to dark magic and become nothing more than outlets for it at this point.

All in all, Voldemort was just nothing more than an unhinged, insane man at this — more akin to a rabid animal that needs to be put down once and for all.

"Whatever is the case, I promise I will get to the bottom of it," Dumbledore promised, "already I noticed Harry's name has been entered under a fake school which explains why we have a 12th champion when there is clearly only 11 schools participating."

"That does explain things," Zhuan Hui, Headmaster of Shanghai stroked his long white beard, "we did always leave the goblet open to allow new schools in."

"Very ingenious," Ekuseni Khaya Headmistress of Uagadou noted.

"Still, it must have been a skilled witch or wizard who put the boy's name in that goblet," Kaya Nita pointed out in a near whisper.

"Ah, what evidence is zere of zat?" Madame Maxime asked, throwing up her huge hands.

"Because they hoodwinked a very powerful magical object!" spoke up Ekuseni Khaya Headmistress of Uagadou. "It would have needed an exceptionally strong Confundus Charm to bamboozle that goblet into forgetting that only 11 schools compete in the tournament."

"Yes, well there isn't anything we can do at this point. We have no choice but to accept it," Dumbledore sagely advice.

Harry felt like laughing out loud at his shitty advice, that was easy for him to say because of course, he wasn't in his shoes. And they sure as well weren't that comfortable. There really were days he wished he wasn't just him.

"Well, shall we crack on, then?" Dumbledore declared out loud rubbing his hands together and smiling around the room. Turning to the tournament masters, he called out, "Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Umbridge, want to do the honors?" Dolores Umbridge seemed to come out of a deep reverie, one that wasn't really too happy as she glared at everyone in turn especially at him who she seem to hate with all her will.

"Yes," she said, quickly collecting herself and putting on a false smile. "Instructions. Yes, the first task..." she moved forward into the firelight and turn to face everyone with her notepad in hand.

"The first task is designed to test your bravery," she told the school champions, who were all listening up at this point. "So we will not be disclosing what the trail is," she said as she seem to take great joy in that, "Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard or witch," she added.

"Now, the first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges which are made up of the Schoolmasters.

"The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their Headmasters or mistress to complete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands and wit. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests."

That addition seem to pain her more than anything, but she seem to take great joy in the lost expressions on the champions. They were basically going into the first trial blind, and no one liked it one bit.

Someone was brave enough to speak as they all turned to Sílvia Santos who had a very feisty personality, "Would dat me all, meha?"

Umbridge simply just ignored her and turned to look at Dumbledore. "I think that will be all, Albus!"

"Really?" the old man asked as he looking at Ludo Bagman with mild concern who simply just shrugged his shoulders. "Then would you like to stay at Hogwarts tonight? I am sure rooms can be provided."

"No, Albus, I must get back to the Ministry," Umbridge voiced. "I must tell the Minster these irregularities..."

"Come on, Umbridge, I'm staying!" Bagman spoke up brightly. "It's all happening at Hogwarts now, you know, much more exciting here than at the office!"

Looking at the man in disgust, she simply answered, "I have work to do not time to dilly dally."

"Wouldn't we all wished you were out of here sooner," Harry whispered under his breath. The person next to him, Hinako Miya caught his mutterance and couldn't help herself from laughing out loud.

Umbridge turned her eyes on her and then looked to the schoolmasters, "I best be leaving now!"

Seeing her off no one really missed her presence in the least bit, Dumbledore turned to the gathering at large and asked, "Would a nightcap before bed sound excellent?"

But the schoolmasters were already speaking to their respected school champions as a multitude of countless tongues filled the room from Chinese, Japanese, Portuguese, French, Arabic, and so forth.

Swifty they had put their arm around their student's shoulders and were leading them swiftly out of the room. They gave their goodbyes as they left all most likely taking ideas for the coming first trial. It wasn't long before only four occupants were left in the room.

"I wouldn't mind some cookies and milk before bed," Ludo voiced.

"Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed," said Dumbledore, smiling at both of them. "I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise."

Harry got a shock to find himself facing the Fat Lady already. He had barely noticed where his feet were carrying him. It was also a surprise to see that she was not alone in her frame.

A wizened witch who he had caught sight of in the room where the school champions had gathered to await their instructions on the first trail now flitted into her the Fat Lady's painting where she now sitting smugly beside the Fat Lady as all the other occupants were focusing solely on her.

She must have dashed through every picture lining seven staircases to reach here before him. Both she and the Fat Lady looking down at him with interest in their eyes as he came forward.

"Well, well, well," said the Fat Lady, "Violet's just told everyone what happened. Who would have thought aye, school champion, huh?"

"Balderdash," said Harry dully ignoring all the eyes on him as the occupants in their portraits stared at him with interest in their eyes.

"It most certainly isn't!" said the pale witch indignantly.

"No, no, Vi, it's the password," said the Fat Lady soothingly, and she swung forward on her hinges to let Harry into the common room.

"Best of luck," the Fat Lady called out as the blast of noise hit him full on as his ears had to take a moment to adjust when the portrait swung open.

Before he could even do that, the next thing he knew, he was being pulled inside the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands, and was facing the whole of Gryffindor House, all of whom were screaming, applauding, and whistling.

"You should've told us you'd entered!" bellowed Fred; he looked half annoyed, half deeply impressed.

"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" roared George.

"I didn't..." Harry tried to say but he was swamped by more and more people as they crowded around him.

"How did you do it mate!" someone shouted through all the hubhub.

Angelina had now swooped down upon him; "Oh if it couldn't be me, at least it's a Gryffindor!"

"You'll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie Bell, another of the Gryffindor Chasers.

"We've got food, Harry, come and have some" someone called to him.

"I'm not really hungry," Harry tried to say which really wasn't true but he just wanted to be far away from here. He didn't know why he even came here, he could have just gone straight to his private rooms and could have avoided all this.

But Harry wasn't a coward, he knew he would have to face his housemates and the school at large.

Still nobody wanted to hear what he had to say, nobody wanted to hear that he hadn't put his name in the goblet, nobody even to seem to notice he wasn't in the mood to celebrate.

Some one had unearthed a Gryffindor banner from somewhere, and they insisted on draping it around Harry like a cloak. Harry couldn't get away; whenever he tried to sidle over to the staircase up to the dormitories, the crowd around him closed ranks, forcing another butterbeer on him.

"ENOUGH!" Harry shouted as his voice seem to take on a more draconic tone that cut through all the noise.

Everyone froze in place and stared at him, seeing he had their attention."I just made a sacred magical oath in the Great Hall right now. I did not enter my name nor have someone else do it for me. All this is just crazy talk, I never wanted this, I..."

"Yeah like we would believe that," a snide voice called out, this time everyone's attention turned to a frowning Ron who really just couldn't hide his jealousy and his two new so called friends; Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas.

"Oh, really?" Harry asked as he folding his arm before his chest speaking to him as if he was in the presence of a little mentally slow child.

Even with how thick headed he was Ron was able to pick up his tone as he turned red just like his hair and snapped, "Yea, I just think you are doing this to get the attention. Wasn't enough for the boy-who-lived, huh, you just needed to put the tournament in your bag."

"Is that all you are good for, yapping like a little dog?" Harry asked, sneering at him as if he saw him nothing more than a nuisance before his eyes.

"Ron," Hermione stepped forward as she shoved her way past through the gathered crowd, clearly wanting to put an end to this. "Stop being an idiot and shut up. Harry made a magical vow for god sakes."

"Oh, and her is miss smarty pants," Ron jeered to which his new friends laughed behind him. "Can't keep your opinions to yourself can you, have to butt into other people's business like always!"

"You know I just had about enough of you," Harry growled as his eyes light up with fury, no one made fun of his women. He might be a free game but if you messed with what was his... then you can kiss yourself goodbye.

"Oww," Ron shivered as Seamus, and Dean laughed even louder. "What is the big bad boy-who-lived going to do to me?!"

"This," Harry simply answered as he held out his Lordship ring before everyone, it quickly changed from the Potter coats of arms to the Gryffindor.

"By the power invested in me as heir to the Gryffindor founder, I Harry James Potter-Black now hereby remove you from the Gryffindor House. You Ronald Weasley have shown that you are nothing more than a coward and an envious git, you do not have the traits of daring, nerve, and chivalry that are found in this house.

Thus I am kicking you out of this House and you shall never step within these walls ever again or call yourself a member of this honorable House. LEAVE NOW!" he shouted as the winds themselves stirred and Ron was picked off his feet and sent right through a wall and out of the common room.

Silence, absolute silence reigned in the room as no one even moved or breathed for a long while.

Harry however quickly broke it as he said, "I am going to my bed, see you all tomorrow morning!"

Causing him to trip up as he took his exit was lavender brown whispering breathlessly in the silence, "Isn't my Hubby the most badass!"

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