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Hello there! This is my first attempt in a fanfic! It is mainly in the Potterverse, but there are some things that I took from Dragonball Xenoverse games. The good news is that you don't need to know anything about Dragonball to (hopefully) enjoy this fic.
Harry sighed, sitting at the Gryffindor table. It was Halloween night. The other schools had arrived a day earlier and everybody who wanted to have already put his or hers name into the Goblet of Fire, an ancient artifact that decides who gets to participate in the Tri-Wizard tournament. The tournament was extremely dangerous, many people had died in the past, so they had cancelled it for 200 years. This year seemed to be an exception though. Dumbledore had announced that there was not going to be any measures to protect the goblet, other than two guards in rotation, who guarded it from any tampering. Everyone was free to enter though, as the goblet picked the most fitting students from those that applied. Only the best were chosen to become champions.
Harry, Ron and Hermione decided to put their names in. The chance of the Goblet picking one of them was minimal, there were seventh year students who also put their names in, surely the Goblet would not pick them, even though they wanted to participate. Well, to be more honest, Harry and Ron wanted to participate while Hermione was reluctant. But they decided all their names would be put in the goblet, and if one of them was chosen as a Champion, the rest would help him or her, while they would split the Galleons between them.
Suddenly, the rooms in the Great Hall dimmed; Dumbledore walked to the Goblet as the fire that was burning on top of it went from blue to red. Everyone held their breaths as a small paper came out of the Goblet, Dumbledore catching it with nimble fingers.
"The Champion from Durmstrang is Mr. Krum!" Dumbledore announced and the Hall erupted in cheers for the famous quidditch prodigy. The boy stood up, his face surly and showing no excitement or fear while he shook hands with Dumbledore and then walked into an antechamber that Hogwarts' Headmaster pointed to him.
Meanwhile, the Goblet turned red again, and another piece of paper shot out of it.
"Beauxbatons' Champion is Fleur Delacour!". Significantly less people cheered this time, but everyone clapped politely for the French witch, while she too entered the antechamber with a self-satisfied smirk on her proud face.
Lastly, a final piece of paper came out of the Goblet. The entire Hall caught on their breaths, while Dumbledore read out the name written in it.
"Hogwarts' Champion is Harry Potter!". Again, the Great Hall erupted in cheers, even louder than when Krum's name came out of the Goblet. Well, almost all of them, because the Slytherin table looked sullen, the worst being Draco Malfoy.
Harry had a deer-in-headlights expression that quickly morphed into a smile as he walked up to the antechamber himself, Ron patting him congratulatory in the back, while Hermione gave him a side hug.
"And now, with the Champions chosen- "Dumbledore did not finish his speech as the goblet turned red again, spitting another piece of paper, quite different than parchment. Dumbledore was gob smacked, but he came to his senses quickly while grasping the paper from the air. The Great Hall erupted in hushed conversations, with the students trying to figure out what was going on. Meanwhile Dumbledore turned and faced the other two Headmasters and beckoned them forward.
"Well, I find myself in some difficulty deciphering this, does any one of you understand this language? It does not seem like any language that I'm aware of." Dumbledore stated to the other two, who looked angry at first, but after hearing Dumbledore they too became confused while trying to read what was written on the weird parchment. It did not make any sense, there were many symbols, and none represented a language or even a rune.
"It doesn't remind me of anything." The extremely tall Headmistress of Beauxbatons replied, with Igor Karkaroff, Durmstrang's headmaster, agreeing with her. In the meantime, Barty Crouch Sr. walked up to them, wanting to know what the issue was, but he too found himself confused, as he tried to understand the word.
"I see. I think it would be prudent for someone to call here the rest of the champions here and use the Goblet's function to summon a participant that is missing." Dumbledore stated, finding it curious that even Barty, a man that could speak fluently more than 100 languages, had trouble deciphering the strange symbols. After the Headmasters request, Ludo Bagman, the other ministry employee present other than Crouch, went to fetch the Champions.
When the Champions returned confused from the antechamber, Dumbledore stood up to the podium again.
"It seems that there is a complication in the procedure. None of us here can decipher the name written on this paper, so it was decided that we will use the Goblet's summoning capabilities to find out who this wayward Champion is." And with these words he activated the rune.
Yarrow was enjoying his time at Toki Toki City. He had just returned from a parallel quest, dealing with an unreasonable Beerus at what proved to be a nice workout. He was enjoying an ice-cream with the real Beerus, when he felt something akin to a noose tighten around his neck, not painfully, just enough to be noticed.
"Why is does it feel like there is a noose around my neck?" He wondered loudly.
"What did you just- " Beerus started saying, when Yarrow disappeared with an audible *POP*
"When did that idiot Goku taught him that technique?" He started to wonder, not really caring where Yarrow went to this time, although he decided to smack him for leaving without saying goodbye.
'Oh Me, not again!' Yarrow groaned, or at least tried to, as he was thrown in a green vortex through time and space. 'I wonder where I will end up this time…' he mused, while he was still flying through the vortex, a relaxed expression across his face. Before he started to wonder if the place, he went had nice food, he crashed face first into a stone floor.
As soon as Dumbledore activated the rune, something bizarre started happening. The sky outside darkened even more, which was saying something, considering it was already dark, while lightning began to strike at regular intervals.
'This shouldn't be happening' Before Dumbledore even finished the thought, the ground started shaking, with the students and the tables started to float a few inches of the ground, when everyone started screaming.
While Dumbledore tried to land the students while being mindful he didn't take flight himself, a green vortex appeared in front of him, and a tall man launched out of it, landing face first into the hard-stone floor. Everyone winced, thinking the figure should be extremely injured, if not outright dead from the high-speed impact.
Meanwhile, the earthquake and the lightning strikes stopped, while the tables and the students floated back to their previous place. Before anyone could react though, the man stood up, shaking his head a few times.
"I will never get the landing right." Yarrow mumbled, while trying to clean himself from the debris. 'I wonder where I ended up now' he wondered and looked around. Apparently, he arrived at a castle, with many young people sitting in front of him in four tables. 'Students, if the clothes are anything to go by, and I'm probably at Earth's Middle Ages?' he frowned thoughtfully, while he turned around to check out the place.
Behind him was an elevated table with many people sitting on one side, probably teachers. To his right were three people, two of them looked around 18 while the other was younger, maybe 13?
"Ahem…" another voice sounded and Yarrow turned to his left, there he saw a Merlin lookalike, a really tall woman and another fellow who looked like trouble, if the frown on his face and his glare was anything to go by.
"Who are you and how did you enter your name in the Goblet of Fire?" the unpleasant looking individual asked angrily.
Dumbledore was dumbfounded again. Just as fast as the earthquakes and thunders began, they vanished, and someone was faceplanted in the floor of the Great Hall. The stranger got up, without any visible injures and dusted himself off, while looking around, probably taking stock of his surroundings. Looking at his expression, he realized that the muscular stranger didn't know where he was. That certainly would complicate things. Before he had a chance to ask him who he was, Igor beat him to it.
"Who are you and how did you enter your name in the Goblet of Fire?" he said, glaring at the man.
"First of all, didn't your mum teach you manners? Second of all, my name is Yarrow. Finally, the goblet of what?" the young man inquired looking thoughtfully at the man.
Karkaroff seemed to get angrier by the man's words and as he was going to shout at the insolent brat, Dumbledore fixed him with a look, and he bit his tongue. Dumbledore then turned to face the young man, who stood tall, wearing a form-fitting dark blue t-shirt and a black baggy pants.
"I'm sorry for my counterpart, but we are very confused, and I believe that the same applies to you too. Let me try to explain a bit further. My name is Albus Dumbledore and this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a prime institution that teaches children magic. This year, we are hosting a tournament between three prime European schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Today is the day that the Goblet of Fire would select three participants, one from each school, to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Unfortunately, instead of three pieces of paper, four came out, so we used the runes engraved on the Goblet to bring here the fourth champion, which turns out to be you. Now, if you are so kind, please answer our questions, pertaining to who you are and if you entered your name in the Goblet." Dumbledore said, managing to get his bearings again.
He did not want to admit it, but the young man in front of him made him feel uncomfortable. He did not understand how someone would collide with such an enormous speed with something and not die.
"Well, nice to meet you Mr. Dumbledore! As I said before, my name is Yarrow and I didn't put my name inside your Goblet. I'm not from this reality, and the big green vortex should provide sufficient proof about my claims. Also, what year is this?" Yarrow stated matter-of-factly, though his expression turned questioning at the end.
"Well, today is 31st October 1994. Please, be kind to answer an old man's questions, what do you mean you are from another reality?" Dumbledore asked, yet again dumbfounded, a feeling he was starting to dislike.
"I don't know how I can be any clearer. I'm from another reality. I'm not even an earthling." Yarrow replied, somewhat exasperated. He was bored explaining the same thing over and over, in any new reality he found himself. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He will not give any answers this time, except maybe on any friends he might make here. He always wanted to feel a little mysterious to be honest, and a new reality seemed to be a perfect opportunity.
"Anyway, I'm fairly sure that the Goblet is binding, and I must participate in your tournament. Care to share with me any more information, so I won't accidentally forfeit my life? I don't mind dying but coming back is a real hassle…" Yarrow continued with a bored expression, while he was smiling internally. 'This is going to be so much fun!'.
Dumbledore stared at him at a loss for words. How did he figure out that the Goblet was binding? Also, what does that mean that coming back was a real hassle? This boy in front of him was creating more questions instead of answering them! Also, what? He wasn't from Earth? How was that possible?
A headache was building in Dumbledore's mind and he decided that he would get more answers tomorrow. Tonight he would send the boy in a room to sleep and tomorrow he would ask him further questions.
"Well, you need to be present at the time of the tasks, so your magic wouldn't become forfeit. Also, I would like to have a chat with you tomorrow morning." Dumbledore said, but before he could continue, Karkaroff butted in.
"THIS IS PREPOSTOROUS! THIS BOY IS TO COMPETE AND YOU BELIEVE WHAT HE SAYS ABOUT NOT ENTERING HIS NAME?" Karkarof bellowed, but then he stopped cold in his tracks, as the room seemed to erupt in a heatwave. He turned to look at the fool that appeared out of nowhere, but he felt his blood run cold at the sight.
Yarrow was pissed. He stood there, his aura flaring around him, making him look like he caught on a blue and grey fire. The immensity of his aura filled the Great Hall, making the temperature in the room rise dramatically, while the candles went out due to the gust of air that came from him. That made him look very eerie, because in the dark room was filled only from the light coming from him, as he himself was glowing, his eyes glaring with a great intensity at the ugly man.
"Listen here you little shit. If you dare to call me a liar again in the future, I will personally come, rip off your arms and shove them so far up your ass that your little pinky will come out of your right nostril. Are you blind or just dense? Did you not see the GIANT FUCKING PORTAL?" Yarrow roared. "I cannot think of a possible reason that you thought that I entered my name in the whatever. I didn't know all of you existed 5 minutes ago. So, use your fucking eyes and mind the next time you insult my word. Consider this your first and last warning." Yarrow said calmly, his words carrying into the silence of the Great Hall while glaring himself at the idiot in front of him. If it was a thing that pissed him off immensely other than threatening and/or killing his friends, it was when someone insulted his honor.
Then, as suddenly as the pressure and the heatwave came, they vanished, and light filled again the Great Hall. Everyone took a collective breath, realizing that they forgot to breathe during the short exchange.
Dumbledore though, was panicking internally. The power radiating from the man in front of him, the sheer pressure filling the room… It was unreal. Not even Voldemort, at his absolute best, could hope to match even a quarter of that. He was one of the few that could use a visible aura, but it was nothing more than a parlor trick, used for intimidation mostly, but that was different. It did not feel like a parlor trick at all, even if it was used for the same purpose.
"W-Well-" It seemed that Crouch found his voice. "The first event takes place on November 24th. This event will test your bravery, courage and your ability to think on your feet and not cowering in the face of adversity. For these reasons, there will be no information of what you will face. Have a good night." And with these words he walked out of the Great Hall, with Bagman following behind, still terrified at the previous display.
"Well, it seems we have a date then. Hey Mr. Dumbledore! Take this button. Please be so kind to press it two days before the day of the task!" Yarrow said, tossing a small, coin like button to Dumbledore. Before the old Headmaster could react, other than catching numbly the button, Yarrow continued.
"So, this was a fun night! Goodbye! I will see you on in a few days!" And with these words he vanished from the Great Hall.