Harry Potter: Son of Darth Vader
Chapter 9: The First task and finding another Familiar
Darth Vader stood in the Great Hall, his black cape fluttering a bit. The reason why he was here were 1. His son's force and magical auras were fluctuating so violently that Harry would have gone into a coma if he hadn't arrived to calm his son's force aura. 2. He had watched as the french witch's aura stop Harry's magical aura in its tracks and helped him with his son's force aura, it was so powerful. 3. He had felt Harry, through the Force, being bound to an ancient force and Vader realized that this meant Harry's name had been pulled from that blasted goblet.
"Vader," Kinsley called from the Goblet of Fire, "I found the reason why Harry's name appeared in the goblet." Vader strode over to the tall wizards and motioned for Shacklebolt to explain. "Someone pull a very powerful Confundus charm on the Goblet of Fire and made it so there was a fourth school. I found that both Harry and Penelope's names were placed in this fourth school." Vader turned his masked head towards the goblet before asking, "Why would they put both of their names in the goblet, one would have been enough."
"We'll never know why the person did it, but we do know that whoever it was is very powerful, powerful enough to confuse an ancient magical object like the goblet." Shacklebolt said in a solemn voice. Vader nodded once before turned to face the hall again. He watch Jango and Boba Fett questioning several students, one of which was Lucius's son, Draco Malfoy. "We all saw his name come out of the goblet," Draco was saying, "I knew it had to be Potter, wanting all of the glor-" "Enough! Mr. Malfoy, I've had enough of your half truths and falsehoods, get out of this hall, NOW!" Darth Vader roared at the Slytherin, who ran from the hall as if his life depended on it.
"I was waiting for Draco's famous 'When my Father hears of this' line, shame." Cedric said in a mock sad voice, sending several students into laughter. Vader smirked as well before he turned when he felt the French Champion walk up to him. "Lord Vader, I assume?" she said to which Vader nodded, "I am he." "I'm Fleur Delacour and I was wondering why you where that, uh, suit." Vader's mechanical breather cycled through two breaths before he answered "I was wounded in battle. This suit is the only thing keeping me alive and in battle if my suit is damaged, I could use the Force to keep me alive until its repair if necessary."
Fleur nodded as she took the information in, Vader glanced over her shoulder to see a couch with his son on it, asleep peacefully, his Familiar curled around him like a safety blanket. "You raised a very talented man, Lord Vader." Fleur said before she asked "Lord Vader-" "Just Vader please, only the people I interrogate or the wizengamot call me Lord Vader." "Ok, Vader, how much do you know about Veela?"
Vader paused for a moment, for his knowledge of Veela was limited, so he told her what he knew "Veela are sexual creatures by nature and when a Veela is born, that Veela will be a girl. Male Veela are only born once every 10,000 years and is prone to having a harem to produce the next generation of Veela." Fleur nodded "Yes, all of that is correct. But, do you know that when a Veela is born, they are not quarter or part veela, a veela is a veela, through and through." Vader crossed his arms over his chest as he said, "I assume that the Veela started that rumor about quarter Veela and part Veela to keep them safe from the British Ministry."
"Yes and I've told you this secret because I know you won't tell anyone about this." Fleur said because he knew he couldn't, no wouldn't, tell anyone. "Miss Delacour, what is my son to you?" Vader asked making Fleur blush slightly as she answered, "Your son, 'Arry, is a wonderful person. Always trying to help those that need help with their school work, from what I've seen and somehow I feel as though we are connected be something…" Fleur's voice trailed off at the end. Vader nodded sensing no hint of a lie in her words. "Take care of him during the tournament." and with that final sentence, Darth Vader strode from the great hall.
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Time Skip: 8 days before the First task
"Dragons? Why Dragons?!" Penelope asked to which Harry had no answer. Harry was in Fleur's room, sitting on his provided bed trying to read from a book he had been given to by his father, Darth Vader, on dragons. Penelope was sitting cross legged at the end of his bed, petting Ishmael's head and Fleur was next to Harry, reading. "Maybe we have to fight them off for a certain time?" Fleur guessed though Harry imagined fighting off a massive dragon only to be turned into toast the very next second.
"Maybe," Ishmael hissed, "You have to grab something the dragon is guarding." The next hour passed like this, someone taking a gander at what the task was. Then someone knocked at Fleur's door. Harry put the book about dragons on Fleur's lap and walked over to the door, opening it. It was Daphne, "oh hey Daph," Harry said surprised at seeing Daphne here, "What are you doing here?" "I came to see my four favorite friends and see if they guessed what the task was." Daphne said as she walked in and then sat next to Penny. Harry knew this was going to be a long week.
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Time Skip: several hours before the first task
Harry stood next to Fleur as the champions had their pictures taken. "My, my," Rita Skeeter said before she reached out and grabbed Harry's arm, "I'll interview the youngest first." "Over my dead body, Skeeter." Vader snapped at the reporter as he walked in, making her flinch and letting go of Harry. "Professor," Vader nodded to Dumbledore, "Mr. Ollivander is ready for the wand weighing ceremony." "Wonderful, Champions, please follow Lord Vader." Dumbledore said and the Champions.
"Ah yes, If you're ready to begin," The old wand maker said, "Ladies first." Fleur walked up and presented her wand, "Yes, nine and a half inches... inflexible.. rosewood... and containing... dear me.. " Ollivander said as Fleur said "An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela. One of my grandmuzzer's." Ollivander waved her wand and a bouquet of flowers appear out of her wand's tip. "Thank you, ah Cedric..." He said as the Ravenclaw champion walked up and handed his wand to the old wizard.
"Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it? Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn... must have been seventeen hands; nearly gored me with his horn after I plucked his tail. Twelve and a quarter inches... ash... pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition... You treat it regularly?" Cedric nodded, "Polished it last night." Ollivander nodded and a fountain of wine sprinkled from his wand's tip. A cup appeared underneath the wine and the wine stopped when the cup was filled. "Thank you, and now, Mr. Krum your wand please.
Victor pull his wand out and placed it on the table. "Ah, yes, not one of my own but...ten and one fourth inches, Hornbeam...quite rigid...Dragon heartstring core." Victor nodded "I was the last one to purchase a Gregorovitch wand." Ollivander nodded sadly before he made a flock of canaries burst from Viktor's wand. "Now, Mr. Potter." Harry walked up and pulled his liquid core wand free from its holster. "Yes, fourteen and a half inches...made out of the focusing crystal of a lightsaber...Hungarian Horntail blood, freely given unicorn blood, basilisk venom, and your very own blood, Mr Potter. Very powerful." Ollivander handed Harry back his wand and motioned for Harry to cast a spell. "Expecto Patronum!" Harry cried and patronus erupted from the tip of his wand.
The patronus was a dragon, but it wasn't any dragon that wizards knew about. It had a long neck and head, its wings were also its arms and it had a long tail that curled around Harry before the Patronus vanished. "Well done, Mr. Potter." Ollivander spoke, "I believe it's time for the first task to begin." Harry followed the other Champions to another tent that lead to the arena where the dragons would be put. "Ok, you job is to get the golden egg from the nesting mothers clutch of real eggs." Bagman said and then held out a bag that moved as if something was in it.
"Ladies first," Fleur put her hand into the bag and pulled out a miniature model dragon with the number 2 on it. "The Common Welsh Green, very dangerous." Bagman said then Cedric pulled from the bag a miniature Swedish Short-Snout with the number 1. Viktor then pulled a Chinese Fireball model with the number 3 and Harry pulled the worst of the bunch out of the bag, a Hungarian horntail with the number 4 on its back.
"When the cannons is fired then you may go, Mr. Diggory." Bagman said and then the cannon blast sounded. "Good luck" the other three said as Cedric walked into the arena. Fleur then went and then it was Viktors turn. "Good luck." Bagman said to Harry and he walked through the tent flap into the arena. The first thing Harry noticed was that the Hungarian Horntail was in the middle of the arena, snarling at him. "Come near me and my eggs then you will die wizard!" Harry was taken aback because he understood the dragon completely. "A hello would have been nice, you know." Harry snapped back at the female Horntail, who stopped growling and had a look of shock on her walked up to the shocked dragon and then the world around him turned white.
CLIFFHANGER! HAHAHAHA! I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review! Also Harry's Patronus is Smaug but this Samug won't be talking any time soon.