Chapter 3

Just after a few hours, he could confidently say he hated this castle. He hated it with a passion that was usually reserved for the Stringbean, but this castle was just infuriating.

There were doors that pretended to be walls, walls that pretended to be doors, doors that walked away from you, he had found a door that only opened when it was tickled in the right way. After a bit of convincing by shoving his boot through the wood, it opened for him without tickling.

And those were just the doors. The paintings were moving and talking. He had met one painting who demanded to be called a knight and was the most annoying thing he had ever met. The thing was on par with a noble who got a stick up their ass and demands you serve him on your knees begging for everything.

In the end, he had just stabbed the annoying little fucker. While the paintings of the canvas he had stabbed were offended the knight had left him alone, and now sported a hole through his body. It had almost made up for the nerves the knight had cost him when he laughed his ass off at the hole in the 'Knights' stomach.

But that small entertainment had quickly been drained when he had come into the large tower that held a massive amount of staircases. Stairs that shifted randomly between platforms on the walls. He had stood there for a few seconds before turning around. That was something he would not deal with.

After another hour or so, he ended up underneath a latter in some tower relatively high up. From the trapdoor came a horrid stench of incense. It was enough to hide the stench of a week old body, maybe he should take a look in case he'd have to hide one at some point

Climbing up the ladder he opened the trapdoor and was greeted by someone cursing. When he stuck his head through he was greeted to the sight of a room full of children sitting around small tables and an...eccentric woman standing in front of one of the walls.

Apparently, a ginger kid had just been walking on the trapdoor when he opened it.

There were enough blankets and trinkets spread around the walls or draped over the tables that he could easily hide several bodies. But the scent was really getting to him.

"Yo, sorry for intruding."

Leaving the trapdoor open he jumped from the ladder and continued his journey through this horrible castle.

Wandering around for the rest of the day he finally found his way back to the base. The two Gingers were currently swinging their wands cleaning it. When he arrived they turned towards him.

"Well, hello Mr. Sukehiro. Rumor has it,"

"That you send our dear little brother sprawling on his ass,"

"During his Divination class."

"So?"

"Nothing,"

"We simply found it hilarious."

"Good for you."

Entering the base he took another drag from his cigarette and turned around after closing the door.

Promptly being met with Asta's Demon Slayer Sword and Magna's flaming bat pointed at his throat in addition to one of Gauche's mirrors floating a few centimeters in front of his face.

Reaching up and taking his cigarette out of his mouth he blew the smoke against the mirror.

"So what's this about?"

"If you're really Captain Yami then you won't mind me tapping you with one of my swords, right?"

"Of course not, I gave you the damn order to do that you, dumbass. Now get that over with and explain what the fuck is going on."

He felt the kid's new sword poke him in the stomach. Upon no reaction occurring he heard several relieved sighs. Deciding enough was enough he batted the mirror aside.

"So what the hell is-"

Blinking he took in the scene in front of him, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"What the hell is a bound and gagged man doing here?"

Finral sat up and approached him, thankfully already holding a bottle of booze for him. Taking a swig he motioned for him to explain.

"Well, we gradually all came back for dinner. All being tapped by Asta, on your orders as he told us. Once we were all here he told us what you told him, about the castle being considered enemy territory. And about half an hour later, the man with the weird eye tried to force his way in. Vanessa easily tied him up and Asta tapped him, and then he started to ripple and transform."

"Didn't the guy have a prosthetic leg and eye?"

"Yeah, Secre is looking at them in her room."

"So who is the guy?"

"He hasn't been exactly cooperative. He has only been talking about resurrecting this guy called Voldemort."

"Never heard of him."

"I have."

He turned towards Zora.

"So?"

"The Twins told me about it, apparently that Volder guy was some sort of evil dark wizard, who was allegedly killed by you when you were 15 months old."

"Allegedly?"

"Yeah, there is no way you killed a man who was considered one of the most powerful dark wizards of the century when you couldn't even walk yet."

"Are you sure? that does sound like the Captain."

"That sounds like something I don't want to deal with. Well, those bathrobes are eating dinner right now, so I'll just throw him into the hall and let them deal with it. We can discuss further after that."

Emptying the bottle he walked towards the man who was struggling against his bindings in vain. Easily hoisting him up on his shoulders he turned towards the door and stopped when he reached it.

Turning to his squad he had a dark smile on his face that promised something fun.

"Come on, you lot. Let's scare the shit out of some bastards."


Where was Crouch? He had known from the very beginning that his DADA teacher had been replaced by a Death Eater, he was the greatest Wizard alive after all. And the fact that Severus had noticed ingredients for Poly Juice Potions going missing had only cemented the fact.

Of course, he immediately had the man swear an oath to not tell anyone, he couldn't have the Death Eater fail to use Harry to resurrect Voldemort, or at least that was what he assumed the man's goal was.

With Voldemort back, he would either be able to get Harry to become the weapon he was supposed to be, or get rid of Tom himself along with the defective boy.

He hoped he could manage to get the boy under his thumb. He'd force him to swear even more oaths than he had forced on Severus. The boy would be nothing more than a puppet that he could control. Then he'd use him to get rid of Voldemort and make himself be seen in a positive light.

But the man had been missing for a few hours. He had sent him to investigate the inside of the building that had appeared in his entrance hall, and not heard anything since. Surely they wouldn't have killed him.

He was taking a bite out of a chicken leg when the doors to the Great Hall briefly glowed a light blue before they flew open and crashed against the walls, cracking the stone. A large could of dust was obscuring the entrance.

The hall went deathly silent and the drumstick almost fell out of his hand as he felt an immense force push into the hall.

He had never felt anything like this. Even Grindelwald's fury, when he had betrayed his former friend, was nothing compared to this.

Out of the cloud stepped Harry Potter, or Yami Sukehiro as he wanted to be called now, a body slung over his shoulder. Black Shadows with dark purple outlines were coming off his body and the top half of his face was covered in shadows.

Behind him, all of the people from his so-called squad emerged from the cloud. The silver-haired boy had a ridiculously large sword lying on his shoulder and another with some rounded off tip pointed towards the ground.

The blond kid was now wearing something akin to armor made of crackling lighting with two horns on his forehead.

The one with mostly purple hair held a bat made out of flames while tossing a ball of flame up in his palm.

The pink-haired witch now had some sort of red cat on her shoulder, perhaps her familiar?

All around the hall suddenly appeared mirrors shining with energy waiting to be unleashed, as the brunette kid stepped out of the cloud.

From the edges of the entrance now slowly crept in some sort of purple gas, that while not wafting into the hall itself had a sickly feel to it. He was pretty certain it was in some way poisonous.

Above their heads came a girl flying on a trident out of the smoke. He had not seen the girl before, but considering her apathetic look as her gaze swept through the great hall and the small horns on the side of her head, she must be part of the troupe as well. Who else would take in someone with horns? He would have to correct that once he got hold of the boy.

Once the smoke cleared he saw the two large bipedal sheep that stood in the doorway. The same kind of sheep that had demolished the Great Hall this morning.

The house elves had barely managed to get it into an acceptable shape again for dinner.

He noticed his defective weapon take a few steps forward and throwing the body he had over his shoulder.

Frowning he recognized the face of Barty Crouch Jr. The boy seemed adamant to ruin his plans. Again.

"Listen up you old Goat. Even if this fuck isn't one of yours, next time someone tries to force their way into our home they won't come back in one piece."

Without another word, the group turned around and left the hall. Once they had all stepped through the door the horned girl turned around on her trident, holding her hands out in front of her.

The doors glowed light blue again, before slamming shut with another deafening crash.

It took only a few seconds before the hall erupted in voices and excited chatter. This was going to be a long night.


Finral sat once again in the library researching magical means of transportation in hopes of finding anything to get them home. While they did speak the same language the people here used a different alphabet, it hadn't taken long to get used to it.

Yesterday Captain Yami had kept them in the base. Not wanting anything annoying after they had delivered the man into the hall. He couldn't help but snicker at the memory of two days ago. They had made quite the impression.

There had been people almost constantly hanging around their doorstep yesterday, a pair of redhead twins had apparently used the people in front of their door as victims for various pranks.

Closing the book lying on the table before him he went over his notes.

He had found three major applications of magical teleportation. None of them really useful to him, so it wouldn't really make sense for him to try and replicate them or look further into them.

The first one was something called Apparition. You could travel to places you have been to before with a slight delay, even being able to take people along with you. But it was easily blocked and not even remotely powerful enough to cross dimensions. And seeing how the sensation of it was described, he was not eager to try it.

The second was called a Portkey. It was basically enchanting an item to apparate you instead of doing it yourself. While it was harder to block it was still possible, you had to both know the location you were traveling to as well as preset the location when casting the spell. While it could maybe be useful for setting up traps, he doubted it would ever be useful to him.

The last was something called Floo. It allowed wizards to travel between registered fireplaces. Out of the three, it was the least useful to their goal. How could a fireplace in the Clover Kingdom be connected to something in this world? But he should look into it later. Maybe they'd be able to replicate something similar.

Picking up the book he stood up and returned it to the shelf, turning he came face to face with the grease head who had tried to attack them the night they arrived.

Taking a step back he unclasped his grimoire and took it out of his holster, preparing to bolt at a moment's notice or send the man into the middle of the lake outside. Whatever would come to his mind first if he needed it.

"Yes?"

"There is no need for hostility. I merely wish to speak with your Captain and I'd like you to tell him of my intention."

"And what would you want to talk about?"

"Call it professional curiosity. I doubt Crouch just waltzed into your...house. I would guess he was under the effects of Polyjuice Potion. But upon inspection, not a single trace of it could be found in him, or of any other potion or spell, he would have on him. I merely wish to know how you countered the potion. I will be in my office after Four."

The man turned to leave before reaching into his robes and pulling out a newspaper handing it to him.

"Today's Newspaper, you might find it...interesting and maybe worth investigating."

Taking it he took a look at the title page.

§-§

Man-who-lived exposes Death Eater at Hogwarts

Four days ago, on the evening of Halloween Harry Potter, the Boy-who-lived returned to us after his name was chosen as the fourth Triwizard Champion at Hogwarts.

The boy who disappeared a bit more than three years ago was summoned back home in a swirl of flames by the Goblet of Fire. Only he wasn't a 14-year-old boy, but a 28-year-old man, who now goes by the name of Yami Sukehiro.

Only a day after returning home Harry Potter exposed the Death Eater Bartemius Crouch Jr who was impersonating former Auror and DADA Teacher, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, using Polyjuice Potion.

Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Bartemius Crouch Sr is currently suspended from his duty on orders of Chief of the DMLE Amelia Bones. During his absence, his assistant Percy Ignatius Weasley is taking over his responsibilities, including those pertaining to the Triwizard Tournament.

- More on the Man-who-lived on page 4

- More on Bartemius Crouch Jr on page 8

- More on Bartemius Crouch Sr on page 8

- More on the Triwizard Tournament on page 9

§-§

He almost missed the tiny scribbles underneath the article. Holding the paper close to his face he managed to make out the tiny words.

"'Magical Vows and Oaths?'"

Once the words left his mouth the ink disappeared from the paper.

Was the man trying to tell him something? He did say he might find it worth investigating. He should probably at least research it, surely Madam Pince could recommend him a book. As long as he was respectful towards her and her books the woman didn't seem to mind help him.

He should defiantly tell the Captain about this later.

"Madam Prince, I hoped you could help me research something I heard some kids talk about."


Something seemed fishy when Finral had told him about the encounter with the grease head. When he recounted what he had found on magical vows and oaths, he knew why. If one were to do it right they could turn someone into a slave without an ounce of free will.

Now he was standing in front of the man's office, together with Asta and Finral. He had instructed the boy to have his Demon Destroyer Sword out so hopefully they couldn't be put under any kind of magical oath, and if they were, that it would negate them on Asta who'd then do the same for him and Finral.

Finral on the other hand was instructed to get the three of them out there at any moment at his own discretion. He trusted the boy and he had never let him down before.

Nodding to the two he raised his leg and kicked the door open. Inside he saw the man behind his desk filled with parchment and two boys in the corner sorting through something.

"Out you two. You will resume your detention tomorrow."

The two boys ran like they were chased by Fuegoleon's sister. He motioned for Finral to close the door and the boy stood in front of it afterward, Grimoire out and ready to get them out of there in an instant.

"Now, I don't think there is a reason to be so hostile. I merely wished to know how you were able to purge the Polyjuice Potion out of Crouch's system."

"How'd you know he was disguised?"

"Call it a hunch."

The man knew more than he let on. He was a terrible liar. Pushing his Katana slightly out of its sheath using his thumb he continued the interrogation.

"Why'd you write that on the paper you gave Finral?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The man couldn't honestly believe his lying was convincing.

"You wrote 'Magical Vows and Oaths' under the article and after he read it, it disappeared."

"I'm not sure what you are talking about Mr. Sukehiro and since it apparently vanished there doesn't seem to be any proof I did anything."

He heard a gasp from the door.

"Hypothetically speaking, could one be forced to keep something secret against their will by being forced to speak an Oath."

The man suddenly had a look of hope on his face.

"That would certainly be possible, hypothetically of course."

His eyes widened upon realization of what the man wanted from them and why he had done what he did.

"And if an old goat would force something like this on some poor idiot he would probably put some fail-safes in place so that the idiot wouldn't take direct actions to release the oaths. Hypothetically."

"I wouldn't know, but that does sound logical."

"Is there some way to get someone to speak the truth?"

"Yes, there are several. The most reliable being Veritaserum, a truth poison that is irresistible and forces the person to tell the truth. Unfortunately, it can't reveal secrets someone would potentially have sworn an oath to protect. Incidentally..."

The man reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a small glass vial filled with a clear liquid.

"...I just so happen to have some right here. But why would you ask?"

"Pure curiosity."

Okay, enough of this subtle bullshit. It was boring and unnecessary. Unsheathing his Katana he held it to the man's throat while it was slowly coated in his magic. His grimoire floating beside him already opening to the page containing the spell he was planning to use.

"Your wand."

Slowly reaching into his sleeve the professor put a black stick on the desk, all the while having a smile on his face.

Either the guy wanted to be disarmed, or he was a massive masochist. Or maybe suicidal. As long as it wasn't the second option he didn't really care.

"As long as you return it to me intact I do not see a problem, but I do have to ask that you sheathe your sword ."

"Dark Restraining Magic: Dark Binding"

Black tendrils of magic shot from his grimoire towards the professor and wrapped around him rendering him completely immobile.

"Mr. Sukehiro, I must insist you release me. But since you are in possession of my wand I am afraid that is the only thing I can do."

The man now had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Good. Asta."

"Huh, what? I don't get what's happening."

"Just go tap him you moron or I'll shove you down his throat."

"Uh, sure."

The boy went around the desk and pushed his sword onto a part of the man's chest that wasn't covered in shadowy tendrils.

Sickly green smoke starting coming off his right arm and countless orange golden chains appeared around his body all breaking apart one after one. All while the man himself had a content smile on his face.

Once the last chain had broken he looked Yami directly into the eyes before speaking again.

"Now, Mr. Sukehiro, I'm sure you have quite some questions I'll have to answer before I am released."


Eyyyy. New Chapter.

A lot happened. Barty was exposed, Dumbles plans were ruined again (and certainly not for the last time), and Snape seems to not be the asshole he was made out to be at first.

Anyone that wants to complain that Yamis's way of handling Crouch was a dumb decision. You might be right, a more careful person would have done it without showing off so much magic and scaring the crap out of everyone. But we're talking about Yami, he has done this over less important things. He is a brash person and he just used the situation to assert his dominance and tell them to not fuck with him. Which is shown again in the meeting with Snape when he has enough and just threatens him.

I really like the idea of good Snape, so you will get to see what was up with him next chapter. What kind of shit Dumbledore did to him, how he influenced him, and also why his hair is always so greasy.

Hope you enjoyed.

-Zimzimgar