Inside the Grand Hall of Hogwarts, the Hogwarts students entered the heated room with a slight skip in their step behind the most recent school delegations. Hushed conversations among the British students, much in a similar vein as the one shared between Ron, Hermione and Harry.
"I don't get it, they're magical just like us right?" Ron asked as he brushed off the small tufts of snow caught in his hair.
Hermione looked like she was about to have a conniption at his suggestion. "It's not just that Ron! It's the fact that jedi-I mean force users are real." She muttered back, her eyes lingering on the jedi and the sith, all of who were still hooded with the exception of their masters. "It's like learning magic is a real thing all over again."
Harry continued, "You haven't seen the movies Ron." His eyes drifted over to the Jedi Grandmaster. He was a great deal taller than Yoda in the movie, but he still carried that same wise teacher air, much like Professor Dumbledore. "If they call themselves, jedi and sith-" His eyes widen comically at a single thought. "You think one of the sith can shoot lightning from their hands?"
Ron's eyes bugged out, "Wandless magic?"
Hermione ignored his question, not out of spite, but out of the due order. "Probably. I mean, what better way to hide their existence than with the greatest bit of movie cinema." She turned to Ron her mouth opened wide as if to give him an automatic response only to freeze. It took her a moment, her eyes blinked a couple of times as if her mind was rebooting itself. "I-I don't know." The young witch stammered out.
The students lined their tables, just behind the benches of their seats. Harry made sure to give Ron's robes a small tug to keep him from seating down before the welcome speech.
Headmaster Dumbledore, in his brightest and colourful robes, tapped his wand against his throat. His voice boomed out of his throat as he was heard clearly throughout the Grand Hall. "I'm sure our guests are tired from their long trips to the British Isles, and in the interest of international cooperation, the students and faculty of Hogwarts will share our tables and food." He clapped his hands together.
All four house tables trembled and shook, then they extended toward the head table, the table cloths matching each house colour. He pointed to each table as he spoke. "Drumstrang students please take your seats at the green table with the Slytherin House, Beauxbatons at the blue table with the Ravenclaw House, Jedi alcoylotes can seat at the red table with Gryffindor, and lastly, the Sith can join the Hufflepuff." He spread his arms wide then said, "Please take your seats everyone."
The students arranged themselves, while the teachers and headmasters overlooked them from their place in front of the head table. Once the students had settled, Headmaster Dumbledore continued, "Allow me to introduce the tournament organizers and my counterparts and our sister schools,-"
"Headmaster Igor Karkaroff of the Drumstrang Insitute, located near the country of Bulgaria."
Karkaroff stood as tall as Dumbledore, but with far less cheerful demeanor. His beard was shorter, and far less elegant. His cold blue eyes wandered the hall as the entirety of the hall politely clapped for the man as he took his chair.
"The Headmistress of Beauxbaton Academy of Magic, Professor Olympe Maxime." The students clapped once again, as the towering women did a small curtsie. "Both she and her students hail from the many countries surrounding France." She took her seat.
The sith next to Dumbledore stood a bit taller, his robes parted slightly to reveal his grey armoured torso beneath them. The jedi on the other side of the master showcased the same. "Lord Azukra, Head of the Sith Academy," Professor Dumbledore stated as he pointed at the former. "And Grandmaster Hanik Ronnelis, the leader of the Jedi Order." The latter bowed politely. "Both schools share the city-state of Ratih-Non on the moon."
Lavender Brown a couple heads down from Harry, spoke up. "How can they have a city on the moon?"
"Muggles went to the moon a couple times in the past few decades." Colin Creevey whispered back, his eyes still locked on the jedi at the end of the Gryffindor table.
"Now that all our sister schools have been introduced, we will now speak more about the one thing that brought us all together for this year- The Quin-Wizard Cup!"
Professor Dumbledore then spoke of the dangers, the awe, and all of the fame centered around the tournament. He introduced the organizers, Crouch and Bagman, but all that information is put onto the back burner within many eyes.
The newcomers are far more interesting. Wizards from the moon is certainly a topic that sticks to their young minds.
The Goblet of Fire was lit with fanfare. Immediately, following the applause for the start of the tournament, one of the sith students stood up abruptly and despite the cheering crowd, walked directly over to the cup.
With their hood up, they looked over the hundreds of students seated within the hall, stunned into silence by their actions. They lifted their arm and dropped a scrap of paper into the cup. It flared up in acceptance, and Lord Azukra laughed in the background.
The student pulled back his hood and Harry heard startled gasps from a few students. The student's face revealed braided brown hair in golden bands, red skin that tapered off into cheek tendrils that ended at his chin and orange eyes that dared challenge from the other students. He raised his fist and shouted in triumph, which was echoed by some of the other sith students.
"What is he?" Ron whispered.
"A sith pureblood," Hermione breathed back. "This certainly gives light to the phrase, every bit of fiction has a kernel of truth." She paused. "I wonder if they have any Holocrons we can view."
"Well," Dumbledore was taken back by the display in front of them. "Please feel free to use tonight's food to experience the cultures of our new friends." He clapped and dishes of familiar and unfamiliar foods appeared at every table.
Following after the first entrant into the tournament, jedi and sith alike pulled down their hoods. Half of them were human, while the other half were a menagerie of different species. Harry spoke up as he saw the green-skinned male down the table from them, "Aliens." He said to himself.
One of the Beauxbaton girls came by and asked for a French dish of some sort, Ron froze, so Harry passed it over to her. She thanked him politely and headed back to the Ravenclaw table.
Hermione was prodding something that looked like some type weird chicken, only for someone to speak up behind her. "Pardon me, could I have some of that roasted porg?"
Harry and his friends looked up to see one of the jedi students standing behind her, brown robes with a cream-coloured tunic beneath it. He was quite handsome, high cheek bones, pointed chin and nearly unblemished skin. He was borderline pretty. His most glaring feature however, was the red cloth wrapped around his head, covering his eyes.
"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, her hands leapt forward and was prepared to pass it off to him, only to stop. She had no idea how to give it him.
The older student chuckled. "I'm not actually blind, I'm a miraluka-" The meaning of the word was lost on the Hogwarts' students. "So it's completely okay to pass it off to me."
Hermione blushed bright red. "Sorry." She passed off the foreign dish, and the jedi student was about to turn around to leave, but Hermione spoke up. "Please wait a moment!" He turned back toward her. "My name is Hermione Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you-" She drifted off, unsure of how to continue.
The boy's face broke into a smile. "Greetings Miss Granger. My name Gerran Ronnelis." He lightly dipped his head, while holding the plate of fried prog in one hand.
"I hope you don't mind, but I have so many questions about the jedi-" She paused as Harry could feel her feet nervously shift underneath the table. "Is it possible that I can ask you a few questions about the Jedi Order?" She asked.
"Sure thing, how about you sit with me and my fellow acolytes tomorrow for breakfast?" Gerran replied.
Excitement practically oozed out of Hermione. "That would be great!"
He left with a wave, going back down the table to join the rest of the jedi delegation. Hermione watched him leave, while Ron huffed beside Harry. "I still don't get what is the big deal about these guys." His face scrunched up in distaste after he took a sip of some blue milk.
"If you've seen the muggle shows, then you would understand Ron." Harry stated. He saw the dozens of other students from Hogwarts and the other European schools, their attention focused on either the Gryffindor or Hufflepuff tables. They were stealing looks or openly staring at the non-human members,
At least they were staring at someone else for awhile.
When dinner time rolled around on Hallow's Eve, the Gryffindor table was in a near uproar of good cheer. The jedi intermingled with the rest of the table during breakfast and lunch, and awkward small talk had become a thing of the past.
"Gerran was telling me over lunch that over two-thirds of their moon city are refugees from a distant war. When they first arrived about two decades ago, they made a deal with the muggle U.N to have their settlement on the moon in exchange for some technology." Hermione said, her eyes alight with wonder. "They even approached the ICW as a separate nation, because they view magic as a different rationalization of the force." She looked longingly at jedi at the table. "They have even recruited magical children as both jedi and sith."
Harry slipped in his own question. "Did he ever tell you why the Star Wars movies happen?"
The bushy-haired girl nodded, her hair bounced with the movement. "Appranently, George Lucas is the son of a couple disgruntled Imperials, and when he told the leaders of Ratih-Non about his movie they gave him the green light to head to Hollywood." She smiled as she gabbed a large slice of bantha steak. "Best way to pretend they don't exist, is to make it fiction."
As the last of the food is cleared away, Dumbledore grabbed everyone's attention. "Now that we all have eaten our fill, it's time for the drawing of the school champions!" He finished with a flourish of his arms. The Great Hall rumbled with the applause.
Soon the flames for the Quin-Wizard Cup changed their hue, from the glorious yellow and orange, to a sapphire blue. A scroll of paper popped out of the flame. Dumbledore fidgeted with glasses, building the tension in the crowd of students and teachers alike. "The champion for the Drumstrang Insitute is…Victor Krum!"
The northern students of the school loudly stomped their feet and clapped the back of the famous Quidditch player, who in contrast just gave a simple smile. His headmaster Karkaroff, practically ran to him and ushered him out of the side door to the hall.
The cup flared again before the hall could settle. "The champion for the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic is…Fleur Delacour!"
The majority of the Beauxbaton delegation clapped politely, while a few cried out in dismay. Madame Maxine ushered the blonde student, who was a picture of perfect grace, out of the side door.
The cup flared, and another scroll flew to Dumbledore's hand. "The champion of the Sith Academy is…Maris Kra!"
A girl dressed in the heavy robes of the Sith Order stood up, light orange skin with black tattooed ink going up her face and surrounding her eyes. A row horns lined her head in a straight line from the front to the back, poking through the thick, but nicely groomed hair on her head. Maris Kra smirked at her fellows around her, before she moved to the side door, Harry caught a look between Maris and Lord Azukra.
"And finally-" Dumbledore paused for dramatic effect, "The champion of the Jedi students is…Gerran Ronnelis!"
Hermione was practically shouting her support for the miralukan, and it was a sentiment shared across the Gryffindor table. The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, gave him a friendly smile and a nod before Gerran disappeared into the side room.
A thought came to Harry, "Are Gerran and the Grandmaster related? They have the same last name." He thought.
"And with that, the participants for the Quin-Wizard Cup have been chosen-" Dumbledore was interrupted when the flame flickered again, a scrap of paper flitting into the Headmaster's hand. "The sixth champion is…Harry Potter." His disbelief quite evident.
Harry Potter was frozen to his seat, but a single phrase came from his mouth, "Bugger."
A/N:
So it continues! Expect one chapter for each event, dance included, and a slip of an epilogue. For those who are wondering, yes, the headmasters for the jedi and sith orders, are the sith warrior and jedi guardian. Leave a comment, and I may reply, and tell me what you like or want to see.
Will I put your suggestion in? Maybe.