Omake- Twiwizard Champions

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This story is based on my Institute Saga series and Eternity Sword's story Harry Romanoff Barton (link in my profile). Although it uses characters and settings from those stories, it is not part of the continuities involved, hence the Omake label.

Oh, I didn't get the numbers of warriors wrong, it refers to something I've plotted out in the Institute Saga 3, once I finally get it to a publishable stage…

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Harry Romanoff-Barton (born Harry Potter) groaned as everyone turned to face him even as the flames on the never-damned-enough Tri-wizard Cup died down.

"Harry, please join the other champions." Dumbledore said slowly. As Harry rose, he suddenly grinned as an idea occurred to him.

"I am honoured to participate as the champion of the Xavier Institute of the Gifted." He stated, causing a wave of whispered comments to ripple across the room. "If you will allow me…"

Reaching into one of his inner pockets, Harry pulled out a phone which had been modified by his uncles Tony Stark and Reed Richards to not just be immune to magical influences, but to also be powered by ambient magic, meaning that it would never go flat.

"Xavier Institute, Chris Kent here." A voice answered.

"Chris? Harry." Harry said. "There's been a problem…"

"I'll be there in a few minutes." Chris replied and the line went dead. Harry looked round at the silently-staring throng.

"What?"

"That…" Hermione finally managed. "That's a phone! But they don't work in magical environments! It says so in Hogwarts: A History!"

Harry grinned as he held up the phone so that Hermione could see the logo on the back, the world-recognised Xavier/House of El icon overlaid with the Stark Industries logo. Hermione's eyes widened so much that Harry feared that they might fall out. As he returned the phone to his pocket, a massive knock echoed through the hall and the doors opened to reveal Chris Kent in his standard X-men bodysuit and leather jacket.

"Harry!" He called, "Sorry it took so long. So, what's up?"

"Merlin!" Hermione half-shrieked. "You… you're Superboy!"

"I think I need to change that." Chris sighed. "Now I'm no longer a teenager, I think a new name would be a good move. You know, free it up for another. So, what's the problem?"

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Wand Weighing

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"Ah, Mr. Potter." Garrick Ollivander said as Harry entered the room where the other three champions were assembled. "Do you have your wand with you?"

Harry grinned as he pulled his wand out of his forearm holster and Ollivander's eyes widened at the sight.

"Wha… that… Mr Potter, may I examine your wand, please?"

Harry held out his wand, balanced across his palms, letting Ollivander take it.

"This… is not the wand I sold you, Mr Potter." He finally said. "I cannot identify it…"

"Lady Frigga took my old wand and upgraded it, sir." Harry said, earning a several disbelieving stares. "The wood is Holly fused with Ygdrassil while the core is the original pheonix feather set between two wingfeathers, one from Huginn, the other from Muninn. The runes are inlaid with uru and the base and tip are shod in it as well. Sif and the Warriors Four trained me in the basics of staff-fighting."

"May I enquire as to why?" Ollivander asked faintly as he carefully held out the wand for Harry to reclaim. Harry grinned as he held the wand vertically, then it suddenly expanded into a five-foot-long staff with metal-capped ends.

"Because I needed to re-learn how to use it." Harry explained, inwardly howling with laughter at the shocked faces around him.

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First Task

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Harry stepped into the Champion's Tent and grinned at the gobsmacked look that the other three champions were giving him. After a long silence, Cedric Diggory finally spoke up.

"Harry… what are you wearing?"

"Oh, this old thing?" Harry teased. "Formal Kryptonian ceremonial battle armour. It was made for me by Cousin Chris and Uncle Tony. Tony said that I should be known as the Iron Mage in this."

The confused stares didn't abate in the slightest and Harry shrugged. As he moved to the spare seat, the tent flap opened again to reveal the jovial form of Ludo Bagman, followed closely by the news repoerter Rita Skeeter.

"Hello to our cha… what are you wearing?"

"Oh, zat old zing?" Fleur Delacour said in an off-handed tone of voice. "Eet iz only un Formal Kryptonian ceremonial armour. How iz eet zat vous ne'pas comprende zis?"

Victor Krum and Cedric promptly bit their fists in their attempts not to laugh while Bagman stood stock-still, staring at them in shock.

"There's nothing in the rulebook saying that I can't use it." Harry added with a grin. "And the rules can't be changed after the competition has started."

For a long moment, Bagman stood with a blank expression on his face, then he inhaled sharply and shook his head. "Alright. Ummm, in the meantime, we have in this bag tokens that tell you what you are facing and which order you should go in. Your task is to retreive a golden egg that holds the clue to the next task."

Fleur reached into the proffered bag and pulled out a model dragon with the number 2 attached to it.

"So, you will go second, facing the Chinese fireball." Ludo supplied as Krum stomped forwards to reach into the bag.

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Harry stepped out of the tent and grinned as he saw Professor Xavier amongst the line of judges. In front of them was the bound form of Alistair Moody, something which Harry decided to ask about after the task.

Scattered through the watching crowd were other people he recognised. All of the Avengers had shown up as well as some Asguardians, including Odin himself. The X-Men were all present, as were Generation-X, the Excalibur Team, the Henshin Rangers and even a group from Genosha incuding King Marko (AKA Juggernaut), his blond wife and their adopted daughter. To one side, amongst the wizards charged with keeping the Dragons under control, Superman gave him a quick wave before returning to his discussion with Charlie Weasley.

Even Goliath and his wife were present, the medallion on Goliath's chest showing how he was awake during the daylight hours.

"And our final contestant, representing Xavier's School for the Gifted, HARRY POTTER!" Ludo Bagman announced and the crowd erupted in Harry's amusement, Boom-Boom and Gambit began throwing explosives into the air while Jubilee fire off a rainbow of plasma blasts. As he entered the warded arena, the display died down and Harry tapped the control on his wrist that deployed the helmet. The image on his visor flashed slightly, then a tactical readout appeared. With a grin that no-one could see, Harry readied his sonic stunner and began to walk forwards.

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"That was awesome!" Ron Weasley gushed as Harry stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room along with a few of his friends America. "I mean, the thing just bathed him in fire and he stepped out totally unscathed… then he sent that bolt of light and whump! Dragon down! I can't believe they penalised him for using non-magical methods, though. That's just harsh!"

"We know, Ron." Hermione sighed. "We were there too, remember?"

"Hey, guys?" Harry called and the room went silent. "I'd like you to meet some of my friends!"

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The Ball

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Harry stepped into the chamber off the hall and smirked as everyone there stared at him.

"More Stark stuff?" Cedric asked and Harry shook his head.

"No, formal Asgardian Robes. Uncle Thor took me to Asgard last summer and I got these there."

Harry stepped to one side and half-turned as he offered his hand to the blond girl accompanying him.

"May I present Elsie Dee, a member of Generation-X?"

Elsie gave a shallow curtsey and Minerva McGonogall raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Generation-X… so are you another with odd powers?"

"Oh, no." Elsie chirped. "I'm an artificial human. I was originally created by some bad people to kill Logan, but my mission was discovered and I managed to over-write my original programming, although I did get severely damaged. Clark and Forge rebuilt me and I got upgraded recently."

"Upgraded?" Minerva asked in a tone of voice that indicated that she didn't really think that she wanted to know.

"I'm now totally immune to magic." Elsie smiled. "All it does is to help power my systems."

"I… see…" Minerva said in a faint voice.

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The Second Task

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Harry stood on the dock, once again clad in his armour.

"You know, I hardly think it's fair that you should get all of the cool stuff." Cedric half-joked. "Although, that does work underwater, right?"

"Fully waterproof and airtight so I can go into space if I want." Harry laughed. "Never tried it, but I've been told that it'll work. Huh, Elsie's getting bored."

All three other champions blinked and Harry tapped his ear.

"She's moaning that being tied to the statue in the middle of the merpeople's village is boring, especially since she can't download their language in order to talk to them and the other three hostages are in magical comas, so they're not very good talkers either. She's sending an image."

Harry held out his palm and an holographic image of the statue and the four tied to it formed, along with tags showing their vitals.

"Yep, they're alive and unharmed, just out cold." Harry noted. "Elsie's put tracking beacons on them just in case."

"Gabrielle!" Fleur gasped, staring at the smallest figure.

"'Ermy-ninny." Krum said quietly.

"That's Cho Chang!" Cedric stated. "No way am I letting her stay down there…"

"Look, I can get back in under a minute and we will have a full hour." Harry said. "If you haven't made it there within fifty-five minutes, I'll rescue your hostage for you as well as my own. It's part of the Avenger's code, no-one left behind."

"Zank you." Fleur said with a smile.

"Alright!" Ludo called as he walked across to them. "You… what is that in your hand?"

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Fleur emerged from the water, bleeding and cradling a broken arm. A moment later, Poppy Pomphrey was with her, as was Headmistress Maxime.

"I… could not reach her." Fleur said calmly, despite the pain she was feeling. "Ze Gryndelows, zey were ferocious. I had to retreat."

"You seem to be taking this very calmly givin that it's your sister down there." Maxime noted and Fleur smiled.

"'Arry, he say if any of us do not make eet, he vill bring back our 'ostages. Gabrielle vill be returned in 'is arms. She vill be 'appy, she always like to 'ear about ze boy who lived."

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"…and, finishing almost exactly on the hour, Harry Potter!" Ludo announced as Harry landed, Elsie riding his back and a young girl in his arms. "And it looks like he has rescued Fleur's hostage too! All the hostages have been returned!"

Harry grinned at the excitable veela girl, then let Fleur scoop her from his arms even as Elsie dropped to the dock.

"That was boring!" She declared with a huff. "I was down there for almost four hours! If it happens again, I'll insist on a download for Mermish!"

Fleur giggled at Elsie's indignant statement.

"And so now for the scores!" Ludo announced, dragging attention back to the panel of headteachers. "Victor Krum finished first, using a partial self-transfiguration into a shark! The score, please?"

With a smirk, Headmaster Karkaroff lifted his wand and the number 10 flowed out of it. Dumbledore was next with a 9 while Maxime gave an 8. Xavier tapped the device on the table before him and a holographic 9 rose into the air.

"36 out of a possible 40!" Bagman called. "Next was Cedric Diggory who used a Bubblehead Charm.

The scores for Cedric were a 7, 9, 9 and 8 respectively.

"33 out of 40! Harry Potter rescued two hostages using a non-magical suit that can fly underwater! The scores are… 4 from Durmstrang, 6 from Hogwarts, 6 from Beuxbatons and 9 from the Institute! Only 25 out of 40. Finally Fleur Delacour who failed to reach her hostage and had to retire having taken several injuries."

Karkaroff's wand traced a 6 in the air while Dumbledore's delivered a 7. Maxime gave an 8 while Xavier sent up a holographic 6.

"27 out of 40!" Bagman called. Harry took the opportunity to look round and soon spotted Alistair Moody, who was sitting on a stool talking to Amelia Bones.

"Huh." He mused. "I wonder what that's all about."

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Final Task

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"Hey, brat." A familiar voice said and Harry grinned as he turned round.

"Dad! Mum!"

Harry hurled himself towards the pair and caught them in a hug.

"Heard you've had quite the excitement." Natasha Romanoff teased while Clint changed his hold to allow him to ruffle Harry's hair.

"What happened with Professor Moody?" Harry asked, causing his parents to exchange glances.

"We'll tell you afterwards." Natasha said, earning an accepting nod. "Now, head out there and show them how good you are!"

Harry laughed as he released them from his hug. "Will you let me join Generation-X if I win?"

"Actually, there's a new group starting up." Clint grinned. "The Young Avengers. We think you'll fit in with them, although it'll have to be part-time at first."

"You'll finish your education first." Natasha agreed and Harry nodded, grinning hugely.

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The whistle blew for the fourth time and Harry activated his suit's gravity-thrusters, flying straight through the entrance where the other champions had begun earlier. Rather than follow the paths of the maze, Harry fired the repulsors set into his gauntlets, ripping open the walls of the maze in front of him and sending fragments of shrubbery flying. Five blasts later, he emerged into the central courtyard and grabbed the trophy. As he did so, the plants forming the walls seemed to shudder, then they shrivelled and disintegrated, revealing some of the monsters and obstacles that had been in the different portions of the maze.

As he looked round, he could see his godfather Sirius finishing giving his mother a sloppy celebratory kiss before trying (and failing) to escape her reflexive strike that dropped him into a small ball of pain.

"Well done." Clark said as he landed beside Harry. "You did good."

Harry beamed.