On the day of the choosing Angelina was a bundle of nerves. During the day Kingsley came by and wished her luck, Angie explained that her mum was Kingsley's big sister. The quidditch team and her other friends trained with her for the day to help take her mind off of it until dinner "Before we head to the hall I want to say something..." Angelina began as she stood in front of the group. "I just wanted to thank you all for helping me practice over the last two months, and while I know there's a chance I might not be chosen I wanted you all to know that I appreciate your help regardless. And if I'm chosen I'll do my best to make you all proud. Alica started clapping, and the others soon joined with some whistling and cheering.

"Great speech Angie, but don't think just because you're the Hogwarts champion that you have to do it alone. I'll help you any way I can." Alica responded with the others voicing their agreements.

"Thanks guys. Now let's get something to eat." With that Angie had lead everyone to the great hall.

As he entered Harry was happy to notice that the ward was still up. Either meaning that Dumbledore was slipping or he was playing along. The looks his dad and cousin gave him and Ella at breakfast were all the proof he needed to know that the Aurors knew. They talked casually during the feast. Eventually, Dumbledore stood from his throne and spoke. "Now that our bellies are full I believe the goblet has come to a decision." In that moment everyone's hair started to change colour. The Beaxubatons students and their headmistress' hair turned powder blue like their uniforms, the Durmstrange students highmaster's hair turned crimson, while Hogwarts students and their professor's hair turned the colours of their house. Amidst the confusion Harry, Capella, Amber, and Balise all slipped their wands back up their sleeves.

The reactions were mixed. Some laughed, some looked outraged, and the rest looked just confused. Harry was pleased that he managed to get one over Dumbledore, managing to catch his surprise before he quickly regained his calm persona. When he turned to face Katie she fixed him with an accusing look, to which Harry only grinned. "Your hair looks nice." He grinned, looked at his girlfriend's red and gold striped hair.

"Is that so?" Responded Katie, before looking at Harry's hair. "Yours looks a mess." It was true as the red and gold were mixed together due to Harry's chaotic hair, it was wilder than of the other living Potters.

"When doesn't it?" Harry grinned.

"When you use the potion your grandfather made for your family's hair." Katie shot back with a smile of her own Harry leaned and stole a kiss, before pulling away just enough to look her into her warm brown eyes. "So, do you plan on reversing the charm?" Katie asked with her forehead pressed against Harry's.

Harry hummed, pretending to think on the matter. "No. I might even do it again tomorrow if the wards still up."

Katie gave a short laugh, pulling her head from his. "So the enchantment ends at midnight?" Katie asked as that was the time magic typically faded unless woven otherwise.

Harry shook his head. "Shower." He answered.

"Shower?" Katie repeated in confusion.

"Blaise's idea, he refused to test the Slytherin part otherwise. Can't say I blame him, with having to room with Crabbe and Goyle" Harry answered.

"Fair enough, but why didn't you go to the Carrow twins?" Katie responded.

"They're still under watch. They said there was an alert ward on their door when I asked." Harry answered.

"Snape?" Katie questioned.

"We think so." Harry answered.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore bellowed having finally got fed up with the students. "The hair changing is a simple prank, and I ask you all to be mature about it. I am sure it will wear off in due time." Harry and the others weren't happy to hear their hard work be referred to as a simple prank. If it wasn't for Luna Lovegood they could have spent another month making it work, and that's not including the Beauxbatons and Durmstrange students. "Now let us continue with the choosing." At Dumbledore's words, the flames spat out a piece of parchment. "The Beauxbations champion is... Fleur Delcour!" The veela stood proudly among her Beauxbatons peers as she strode forward. Harry noticed some of her classmates were giving her jealous looks. Another piece of parchment shot out of the goblet. "The Durmstrange champion is... Viktor Krum!" Viktor stood up, with his signature stoic expression, while his classmates looked resigned to his selection. The third and final scrap of parchment shot out of the goblet. "The Hogwarts champion is..."

The silence noticeably lasted longer than for the other and felt like forever for the Hogwarts students.

"...Angelina Johnson!"

The cheers that erupted from the Gryffindor table put the previous two to shame, combined with the clapping from the other tables, it reached a volume no one could ignore. Eventually Angelina made her way to the front, accept the piece of parchment, and entered the trophy room.

"Now that we have our champions, we shall be briefing them on what comes next the first task will be on the 24th of November. Now I believe it is time for you all to go to bed. Go on off you pop." The students rose at Dumbledore's dismissal, with the Gryffindor's quickly planning a party in their dorm.

Soon.

Angelina entered the Gryffindor common room to the sound of cheers from her fellow lions. Angie was quickly swarmed and bombarded with questions, mostly asking what the first task was.

"Everyone shut it!" She finally yelled, have gotten tired of the badgering her. "I didn't know what the first task only when and that next week, there is a weighing of the wands ceremony." After that everyone just went to partying, until McGonagal came and sent them to bed.

When Angelina made it to her bed that night she saw a letter on her pillow.

Angie

Congratulations on being chosen Angie, but this is when the real fun begins. It took some digging but I found out that If a champion can use more than one wand so long as they are declared fit for use. So to that, I want to take you to get another one. Most of them are traveling right now gathering ingredients, but I've managed to talk Mather Olivander (Graric's great-grandson) into coming back and make you a spare. Don't worry about paying, I've got that covered, just met me by the whomping willow after lessons tomorrow, otherwise, if you lose it during the tournament your last thought could be "oh shit" like it was for the guy who was eaten by a manticore in this bloodbath.

Harry

"Looks like I'm Harry's latest project." Angelina muttered to herself.

A few days later.

Angie had gotten herself a spare wand and Harry had paid with four acromanchula fangs. Today commenced the beginning of the dueling tournament, and Flitwick wanted to kick it off by having the opening match be himself against Harry.

The tables had once again been cleared from the great hall and a dueling ring was set up in the middle. Flitwick was stood on one side, while Harry was on the other. Both of them were wearing white shirts, black slacks, black oxfords, and grey tuxedo vests with a small union jack over their hearts. Sirius stood on the stage and magnified his voice. "Hello everyone and welcome to the Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrange dueling tournament!" Sirius announced the student responded with clapping, cheers, and some whistling. "This tournament allows any student who is in their third year or higher to face another student from their year in an elimination tournament against other members of their year. Each match will be either judged by myself, Professor Flitwick, or Harry Potter. The winner of each round will win a hundred gallons. To start this tournament off former dueling champion Professor Flitwick will be facing off against Britan's raining under seventeen champion, Harry Potter!" Sirius announced the students were much louder in their response this time around.

"Duelists, take your positions!" Sirius announced. Harry took off his glasses and gave them to Katie, who gave him a kiss for good luck, while Flitwick handed his to McGonagall. Sirius stepped off the platform when both Harry and Flitwick entered the arena and activated the wards. Both of them running possible strategies and their counters through their heads. Both of them were familiar with each other style. Flitwick knew Harry preferred to start a duel firing a banishing charm to get the upper hand as soon as the duel began. Harry knew Flitwick liked to place himself under a dissolution charm, that coupled with his small stature made him next to impossible to hit. Harry and Flitwick bowed to one another before shifting into their stances. Both of them stood with their legs apart, knees bent slightly and wands pointed inwards, which was the preferred stance of most professional duelists. It allows for quick movement, easy blocking, and quick casting. "Duelists ready?" Sirius called to which they both nodded without taking their eyes off their opponent. "Aaaand, begin!"

Harry launched a banishing charm at his opponent and Flitwick sent his own to meet it. The two spells collided like a thunderclap, and Harry was already raining spellfire down on his opponent. Flitwick dodged the first five before he returned fire. Harry quickly weaved out of the way and deflected a stunner back at its caster. Flitwick fired a ball of light the size of a fist. Harry's eyes widened as he recognized the spell. He quickly looked away, shut his eyes, and cast the most powerful shield he knew around himself. The ball of light exploded, becoming blinding and let out a disorientating bang. When Harry opened his eyes he couldn't see Flitwick anywhere. Harry growled in frustration. But he had prepared for such a possibility. He dropped his shield and conjured a sandstorm. Constantly keeping a lookout for any spells. Harry soon manged to notice Flitwick's outline not far from where he was originally stood, he appeared to be rubbing sand out of his eyes. Harry quickly dropped the sandstorm and fired an Incarerous at the Charms master. Flitwick instinctively dodged as soon as the sand storm let up but was still whipped by the end of the rope as it hit his arm. Flitwick hissed in pian, ad sent a powerful banisher at Harry while he got the sand out of his eyes. Harry stopped the oncoming wave of sand with a simple shielding charm and fired several spells in retaliation. Flitwick summoned the sand around the arena and used it to block Harry's onslaught. Once he had all the sand, he sent it all hurtling towards Harry. Harry fired a bludgeoning hex to punch through the sand, followed by some other spells. Flitwick looked away to avoid sand getting in his eyes again for Harry bludgeoning hex. When he saw the other incoming spells, he quickly raised a shield but it wasn't strong enough to stop all of the spells, and was hit by the last two. A stunner and a bludger. Harry meanwhile was digging himself picking himself up off the floor as some of the sand had swept his feet out from under him. If he hadn't of fired those spells he would have lost.

"The winner is Harry Potter!" Sirius cheered. And the crowd cheered at what they had just seen. The duel had shown just why Harry and Flitwick were respected duelists, and that crossing them was a death wish. Harry approached his charms professor and revived him. Flitwick gradually picked himself to his feet, and they both bowed to each other once more.

They both went over to Madam Pomfrey and sat on the two beds. Only then did they allow themselves to relax. "You did well Mister Potter, I wasn't expecting you to counter my disillusionment charm, with a sandstorm." Flitwick spoke.

"Thank you, Professor, I noticed that most of your opponents went for the Mage sight charm, so I figured something different might surprise you, although it was draining to use." Harry responded.

Flitwick chuckled. "I can imagine."

"I doubt that I could have beaten you in your prime." Harry mentioned.

"Perhaps not, but I am no slouch now either Mister Potter. Be proud of what you accomplished today." Flitwick responded.

Harry nodded in response. "Yes Sir."

The school matron soon cleared them, giving Harry a small dose of pepper-up potion, and Flitwick something for his soreness.

Katie quickly approached Harry and kissed him passionately. Harry arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, while Katie held his head in her hands. When they broke apart for hair they rested their forehead against each other. "If that's the response I get, I'm going to have to win more often." Harry grinned.

Katie giggled gave Harry another kiss. "Them you best keep practicing." She responded.

Harry felt a hand be placed on his shoulder and saw it was James, with Tonks, Sirius, and Mad-eye behind him. "You did well Harry, not many can keep up with old Flitwick." He praised his son.

"Yeah, he could give Mad-eye a run for his money." Sirius added.

"Don't count on it. He duels, I fight." The one-eyed-auror answered.

"I'd still like to see it." Tonks answered.

Flitwick chuckled form the side. "Perhaps in the next life Miss Tonks." He spoke up.

"Well until then..." Katie began as she placed Harry's glasses back on his head. "... I need to collect on my bet, and you are coming with me to make sure Cormac doesn't try anything funny." Harry simply chuckled and let himself be dragged along.

Soon.

Harry was sat in what had become the base of operations for the Hogwarts paper. Sat across from him was Lavender Brown with an active Self-writing Quill and notepad on the table between them. Harry had agreed to do an interview, in return for two free copies of tomorrows issue. Colin was also in the room and took a photo of the duo.

"So first I would like to congratulate you on beating Professor Flitwick in the opening duel." Lavender began.

"Thank you, it wasn't an easy match-up." Harry responded.

"Would you say you are now better than Professor Flitwick, given your victory?"

"No, I'd say we're roughly on the same level of skill. I think that if we were to duel again that it would be as close as this one was."

"So you're saying you were lucky?"

"Not luck no, but it was about thinking fast enough to attack at any chance you get, without being recluse and getting hit. Like when he sent that sand wave I could have shielded, but instead I realized that I had an opening and took it. If we were to go again we'd both probably use some different spells, that would change the outcome completely. If you look at before and after I conjured that sandstorm, you'll see that it became a major part of the duel, if I had used something else, things would have been different."

"It was announced that you would be judging some of the upcoming duels, can you tell us how that came to be?"

"Well I'm not allowed to join the dueling tournament due to being internationally ranked, and both profeesor Flitwick and Black have other duties, so when Flitwick approached me about the opening match they also asked me to help referee. I agreed because I thought it could do some good to me in the feature.

"I see. There have been multiple rumors about who has taught you to duel, could you clear that up for us?"

"Well I've been taught by multiple people, which had helped me develop my style more than one mentor alone could. Both Professor Flitwick and Professor Black have helped me thought the dueling club and DADA. Then there is my parents, my older cousin, Nymphadora, and even Amelia Bones and Alsastir Moody have taught me a bit. Then the rest of it was just practice and reading up on various spells and other duelists."

"Okay, final question. What would you say is the hardest thing to overcome as a duelist?"

"Constantly swap from offense to defense definitely. If you look back to mine and Flitwicks duel again you'll see it was back 'n' forth, back 'n' forth, back 'n' forth, and if either of us were to become too aggressive we would've not seen the next spell coming until it was too late."

After Harry finished his answer Lavender tapped the quill with her wand deactivating it. "Thanks for that Harry." Lavender as she outstretched her hand.

"Anytime." Harry responded accepting her hand and shaking it as Colin snapped another photo.

"Harry." Lavender called as seperated.

"Yeah?"

"I got a letter from my Mum today. She says that Skeeter quit Witch Weekly, to work at the Prophet. I think she's coming here to cover the Tournament." Lavender answered.

"Shit. That's all we need." Harry muttered.

"I don't get it." Colin spoke up.

"Skeeter's a piece of work. Has been since Hogwarts if what my Mum says is true." Harry answered.

"My mum's received countless complaints and lawsuits because of her but, she rakes in a lot of money with her'scandals', and knows too much for her to get rid of her. She's been seen around Bagman since summer, so she might have slept her way into a deal." Lavender answered.

"Point is, she's probably going to piss off the delegations, and get away with whatever she wrights thank s to some 'might's and 'maybe's. She once wrote an article suggesting my Dad and Sirius were gay together." Harry added.

"I remember." Lavender mentioned before chuckling. "You should have seen the look on her face when she found out she was banned for three months."

"I can imagine." Harry grinned before his face became more serious. "I'll make sure Angie's ready for her. Thanks for the heads up."

"Just doing my part." Lavender shrugged with a smile.