A/n: I'm trying to keep the Greek theatre to a minimum on the whole Kurt's paternity thing because I don't want any confusion to arise. Don't worry, the Fic isn't just about that now, this too shall pass.

This Chapter was brought to you by Dame Maggie Smith being a badass bitch on Downton Abbey.

"Kurt, I've been desperate to show this to you for a while," Hermione fell into the seat beside him and threw a large tome onto the library table, this was the first spare moment they'd had to themselves in a while. Neville kept hanging around Kurt to assure him that they were still friends, Santana- and by extension her friends Harmony and Dani- had taken to their group dynamic quite well and were integrating into their schedule rather organically, Kurt also had a boyfriend who required his attention and as result they had been too swamped to sit down for their information sharing sessions.

Hermione flipped through the book at great speed before presenting it to Kurt. Kurt peered at the title and scanned the explanation, "I don't really think we have any secrets that we're desperate to hide, what use is this fidelius charm to us? I don't think it's that deep."

"It's my reasoning behind something else that I have to explain," Hermione took a deep steadying breath, "I have to confess that I almost let slip to Harry and Ron about the whole Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange thing because they kept asking me what was wrong with you, why you missed Astronomy and generally getting on my nerves."

"It's not like we're keeping it from them," Kurt shrugged, "we just haven't had the right opportunity to tell them."

"No, I get that and the problem isn't my near slip but rather that I was unable to tell them," Kurt pursed his lips in contemplation as he listened to Hermione's explanation, "I became tongue tied, I could speak normally about everything else before and after but when I tried to speak of the matter in their presence I was unable." Hermione pointed to the book, "The fidelius charm has an enactor known as the secret keeper, and this enactor is the one who is at liberty to tell people about the secret. I think this might have been used to conceal your identity; it would explain why hypothetically, people who would recognise you simply don't or make false assumptions. The charm prevents those presented with the secret who are unaware of its existence from recognising it for what it is."

"So you think when I was given up they used this on me so nobody would know I was their kid?" Kurt raised a curious brow, "that's a lot of trouble when one considers that somebody must have seen that this woman who was murdering and torturing people left and right was pregnant." Kurt shook his head, "but that can't be it, I was able to tell you."

"Yes," Hermione nodded, "my logic was that most people's secrets can't talk and as such the charm doesn't account for that. If you hide one of your books, it doesn't scream 'here I am' at passers-by."

"Okay but if Professor Moody found out about me from Bellatrix LeStrange as he claims he did," Kurt furrowed his brow in deep thought, "How was he able to tell me if he's not the secret keeper?"

"On transcendental level you already knew," Hermione shrugged, "I've been able to map this out in the time I was waiting to tell you."

Kurt gave a slow nod as he mulled what he was being told over, "Professor Moody did assume I was feigning ignorance." Kurt's eyes suddenly shot wide open, "It was probably some kind of test and now he thinks I was lying about knowing."

"Well, that means you have to find the time to tell Harry and Ron," Hermione gave him a pointed look, "before he asks them about it."

"What are you telling to Harry and Ron?" George asked as he dropped into the set opposite the pair.

"And who might ask them about it?" Fred mused as he sat opposite the pair.

"Something hidden by the fidelius charm," the pair chorused, "interesting."

"How can we help you?" Hermione and Kurt chorused.

"Hey," the twins frowned and crossed their arms, "that's our thing."

"We do it better," Hermione and Kurt smirked as they mirrored the twin's actions.

"Do not!"

"Do too."

"Do not!"

"We totally do."

"I have to admit," Fred shrugged.

George mirrored the action, "they are pretty damn good at it."

"Now," Fred gave the pair a smarmy smirk, "we have a favour to ask."

"We're going to enter the Triwizard tournament," George explained.

"But we're going to need an aging potion to do it."

"And you can spare us the lecture because we know it's going to work."

"So point us in the right direction."

"And reserve judgement," they ended in a chorus.

Kurt nodded slowly, "You two don't have an OWL between you for potions, you're going to kill yourselves."

"Fred has one," George boasted.

"I thought you had one," Fred whispered back.

"Heavens no, I got one in charms," George shook his head as he spoke.

"I got one in charms as well," Fred exclaimed.

"Charming," Hermione gave a grimace that might have been mistaken for a smile by the less trained eye, "please don't mistake this for an endorsement but there's a recipe in Modern Potioneering by Damocles Belby."

Fred and George peered at the pair suspiciously, "Why do we get the feeling you're trying to get rid of us?"

"Because we're trying to get rid of you," Kurt and Hermione snapped angrily causing the twins to retreat with their hands raised in surrender, "Honestly."

"Now," Hermione cracked her joints, "Where were we?"

"We were talking about how I'm apparently a big secret only I and… oh fuck!" Kurt face palmed as he realised his stupidity, "What are the odds of a seer being correct?"

"If you mean Professor Trelawney," Hermione scoffed, "slim to none."

"She was right about 'the darkness within me'," Kurt shrugged, "I'm apparently a descendant of House Black but I don't mean her, the man from Hogsmead who I gave my Hermès boating shoes to referred to me as 'you who only five knew', if that doesn't sound like the fidelius charm, what does?"

"I think you need to be more upfront with me about the kinds of predictions you've been receiving," Hermione scolded him, "because it's starting to seem pretty obvious to me."

"But that's because you know the answer and now all the little pieces, even unrelated ones, seem to point to it," Kurt got to his feet and kissed her on the cheek, "but I will tell you every little prediction another time, I have a meeting with Professor Dumbledore that I have to get to."

"I'm telling you," Hermione waved him off, "If I had all the information you have on the matter then I would have figured it out ages ago."

"No, you wouldn't," Kurt giggled as he gathered his books, "you wouldn't have been able to recognise it for what it is."

Kurt walked with purpose as he navigated the Hogwarts maze down to the courtyard that housed the gilded gargoyle that would grant him passage to the headmaster's office. Kurt was caught unawares when he heard his name being called out, "Hi beautiful."

"Afternoon sexy," Kurt cooed behind hooded lids as he and Cedric intertwined their fingers, "how are you?"

"I'm well and yourself?"

"It's been a trying afternoon," Kurt shrugged.

"Double Herbology?" Cedric chuckled, punctuating the question with a kiss, "Asked and answered. I wanted to talk to you about my upcoming seventeenth birthday."

"If you're expecting a gift," Kurt stood in his toes and kissed the taller boy, "I have to disappoint, I don't believe in birthdays other than my own."

"Finn told me about that," Cedric laughed, "that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

"If it's about how you're becoming a man," Kurt wagged a suggestive brow, "I'm all ears."

"Not about that either," Cedric's voice hit an unnaturally high octave, he cleared his throat, "I'll turn seventeen in time to enter my name into the Goblet of Fire, which I intend on doing."

Kurt's smile fell and he untangled his fingers from Cedric's, "please tell me you're joking."

"I'm dead serious," Cedric clenched his jaw for a moment, "I'm a more than capable wizard."

"I don't doubt your capabilities, you're a very talented young wizard but," Kurt took a deep breath, "People die, you have no need for eternal glory."

"It's not about eternal glory," Cedric wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, "I don't need glory, I have you."

Kurt blushed and leaned up against Cedric's muscular chest, "then why?"

"It feels right?" Cedric had an intense expression that told Kurt to curb his laughter, "do you ever feel instinctually drawn to something?"

"No, never," Kurt shook his head, "Although, I guess one might describe my initial attraction to you as instinctual but only if by 'one' you mean Hermione. I generally make informed decisions but if you can come back to me after doing all the research you can and tell me that you want to enter then I will support you in any way I can."

"And I'll use my winnings to put a down payment on a place in the city," Cedric smiled, "because you hate the country."

"It's impossible to find a Niemen Marcus out there," Kurt chuckled, "I'm now late for my appointment with Professor Dumbledore."

"Let him wait," Cedric crooned as they stood pressed up against each other, "I don't think I could possibly let you go."

"You know he can probably see us," Kurt sniggered, "he's probably staring down at us from his office in disapproval."

"Jealousy will make a person do that," Cedric teased.

"And he has every reason to be jealous of me," Kurt smiled broadly, "you are quite the catch."

"You're just the sweetest," Cedric let him go but Kurt held on, "I want to Dimanche your face."

"I want to Sunday your face too," Kurt planted a final peck before turning and briskly walking toward the gilded gargoyle, "Oreos." Kurt ascended the stairs at great speed and threw open the office door, "Sorry I'm late."

"I'm sure you were otherwise occupied," Professor Dumbledore gave him a knowing smirk.

"I told Cedric that you were watching," Kurt chuckled as he made himself at home, "It's been a while."

"Entertaining a fool and stick in the mud has been rather more time consuming than I could have ever imagined," Professor Dumbledore shuddered.

"Is that anyway to talk about one's fellow headmasters?"

"I actually meant Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch," Professor Dumbledore chuckled, "but those two are something else as well, did you know that Madame Maxine's Abraxan horses only drink single malt whiskey?"

"My Oma only drinks bourbon," Kurt shrugged, "but then again, she isn't the size of an elephant."

"Oh, what's her secret?"

"To not being the size of an elephant?" Kurt quirked a curious brow, "she was born human."

"Hmm, interesting way to go about it but who am I to judge," Professor Dumbledore shrugged, "what have you been up to?"

"Nothing special," Kurt shrugged, "Luna's copy of The Monster Book of Monsters mysteriously disappeared and so I had get Carole to mail my old copy, I'd forgotten how terrible that thing is."

"Oh yes," Professor Dumbledore gave a small nod, "You're no longer taking Care for Magical Creatures, how has that faired with Ms Granger?"

"Contrary to popular belief," Kurt flicked an imaginary stray hair aside, "Hermione and I are not joined at the hip."

"I'm sure you're not or she'd be here as well," Professor Dumbledore shrugged dismissively, "Let's discuss your journey back down the trapped door to visit The Mirror of Erised."

"I can't even claim to be amazed by your ability to know so much about the goings on here at Hogwarts," Kurt shook his head in reverence, "I'm used to it by now."

"My predecessor had one of the darkest wizards of all time taking form right before his very eyes and he had no idea, I've learned to keep a closer eye," Professor Dumbledore gave Kurt a knowing smile.

"Tom Riddle was a model student when he was at Hogwarts," Professor Dippet's portrait exclaimed angrily, "Nobody suspected him to be the monster that he turned out to be."

"He was such a good student that when he opened the Chamber of Secrets, and accused an innocent student and an acromantula of petrifying people you took his word for it," Kurt buffed a nail against his robes as he spoke.

"Why," the portrait crossed his arms angrily, "I have never had to take such cheek from a student in all my time as headmaster."

"It's because Dumbledore is far too soft in these students," Phineas Nigellas Black snorted, turning his nose up, "how could they not go wild?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "It's actually because we're having a private conversation, and you paintings should be quiet and grateful that you've been afforded the privilege of listening in."

"Ten points to Slytherin," Professor Dumbledore chuckled, "Now about your visit to the mirror, I'm concerned as it has been known to drive people mad and it is also known to capture the attention of men, most end up wasting away in front of it."

"Spare me," Kurt waved the man's concerns aside, "Harry told me about your warning in first year, I didn't go looking for an instruction manual to happiness."

"Then why go through the trouble?"

Kurt leaned forward in his seat, "to see my greatest desire."

"Which was?" Professor Dumbledore moved to the edge of his seat.

"The same thing it's been all my life," Kurt reclined lazily, trying to increase Professor Dumbledore's curiosity.

"Was it to be well liked?"

Kurt burst into a mad fit of laughter, "Heavens no!" Kurt shook his head as he mused to himself, "Me? Well liked? Don't make me laugh, it was obviously to graduate from Oxford."

"That's the one thing you want more than anything in the world?" Professor Dumbledore quirked a suspicious brow. Kurt nodded, Professor Dumbledore shook his head in confusion, "Why?"

Kurt shrugged, "I've just always wanted to go to Oxford, I can't think of any sound reason as to why because my mum went to LSE."

Professor Dumbledore slowly shook his head, "May I ask what prompted this need to see your deepest desire?"

"I wanted to see if anything had changed when I found out who my parents are," Kurt smiled, "I'm pleased to report that I will go on and forever remain Kurt Hummel."

"Say what now?" Professor Dumbledore peered at him in shock over his half-moon shaped spectacles, "When did you find this out."

"A couple weeks ago," Kurt shrugged with an eye roll, "Professor Moody thought I already knew and decided it was time for the two of us to discuss the matter."

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"Hermione suspects the fidelius charm," Kurt gave the headmaster a nonchalant wave of the hand, "He's not one of the secret keepers and as such cannot tell people. You should really ask Hermione, it's her theory."

"Do tell," Professor Dumbledore leaned forward in his seat and peered curiously at Kurt, "Who are they?"

"How do you know I can tell?" Kurt quirked a challenging brow, "maybe I too am bound to secrecy."

"Then how would Ms Granger know?" Professor Dumbledore matched the quirked brow, "She may be the brightest witch of the age but I doubt she has the ability to see through a fidelius charm."

"Touché," Kurt reclined in his seat, "I'm not a hundred percent certain but Professor Moody claims that I am the issue of Bellatrix and Rudolphus LeStrange."

Professor Dumbledore's jaw went slack and his eyes grew as if his eyes were seeing Kurt for the first time. The man took off his spectacles and cleaned them before replacing them on the bridge of his nose and continuing to gape at the young boy before him, "Oh my god, yes!" The older man jumped to his feet, walked over to the glass cabinet that covered the east wall of his office and retrieved a large shallow bowl with runes printed around the brim, "this explains so much."

"Okay," Kurt nodded with a shrug, "What does your pensive have to do with my parents? Did you secretly know this?"

Professor Dumbledore snorted, "I wish I could say I had known but alas, I only knew that there was something familiar about the way in which you carried yourself and now it makes sense. It is as if a fog has lifted and I can now see more clearly all that makes you so… theirs."

"I'm Christine and Albert Hummel's," Kurt corrected, "and that will not change because of some biological relation." Kurt held up his right hand and pointed to the ring that sat elegantly on his slender fingers, "this is their claim of me as theirs and so long as I wear this ring it is so."

"I didn't mean to-"

"I know you didn't mean any ill by it but I want you to be aware of that," Kurt took a deep breath, "I will not be subjected to any kind of bullshit on the grounds of people I've never met."

"But they were influencing your time here at Hogwarts from the very first day," Professor Dumbledore held up a challenging brow.

"I'm assuming that whilst my hubris makes me at home in Slytherin," Kurt rolled his eyes, "my pureblood heritage and the generations of Slytherins before me were a larger factor in my placement in the house."

"And you didn't ask for anything else," Professor Dumbledore shrugged.

Kurt chuckled, "I actually did, I asked to be in Hufflepuff."

Professor Dumbledore guffawed loudly, "You? In Hufflepuff? When pigs fly."

"I know a spell that can do that."

"Of course you do," Professor Dumbledore held out his hand and a vial filled with a dense, almost liquid gas flew across the room and into his palm, "Now, let's meet the parents. Metaphorically speaking."

"What? No Azkaban visit?"

"Don't sass me," Professor Dumbledore emptied the contents into the pensive and gestured for Kurt to lean forward into the bowl. Kurt did as instructed and felt himself lift out of his seat as he began to fall face first into darkness, around him smoke began to take shape and a rather strange court room took form around him.

"You brought me to their trial?" Kurt quirked a brow as he looked at Bellatrix LeStrange sitting elegantly in the interrogation chair wrapped in chains as if it were her throne and she the Queen; she was exquisitely beautiful and Kurt suspected he would never see the like ever again, her lids hooded seductively and her lips pursed indifferently. Beside her stood three men; two were handsome and shared a resemblance as if they were brothers, they shared her regal elegance and indifference as they stood looking directly into the magistrate's podium with no remorse; the third man was shrunken, he clearly lacked the bravery that kept the LeStranges looking down their noses at everyone.

Kurt looked them over one by one, Bellatrix's beauty was tainted by a hidden instability that seemed waiting to rear its head at any given moment. Kurt looked at the woman and wondered what of him had come from her, she had a strong jaw not unlike his own and fair skin that he knew for sure to be his own. Her dark hair fell past he shoulders in wildly delicate curls, Kurt took a moment to look away but couldn't fight the desire to look back over her slim frame. So much of him had come from her and it made his insides churn to think that he was so much like her, physically and to some degree in personality.

Kurt looked over the two handsome men, his gaze came to rest on the man from the newspaper clipping of their wedding announcement. Rudolphus was tall, much taller than Kurt would grow to be, and he had a thick darkly coloured beard. Kurt's attention was drawn to his eyes, hidden behind broad features Kurt had not inherited was a pair of cold grey eyes not unlike Kurt's own eyes. His hair was a lighter shade of brown, more closely related to the chestnut brown of Kurt's own hair. The man was handsome in an alluring way, Kurt could not look away from the man's large frame nor could he look away from his powerful features held together by the same cold indifference that Kurt carried himself with.

Between them Kurt could account for almost every fibre of his existence except his upturned nose, they were a handsome couple and between them they had managed a handsome child but Kurt could not for the life of him feel right about the matter until he had every box checked. The answer hit him quickly and he felt dim for not having realised it before, he had seen his nose and Bellatrix LeStrange's features married once before on the face of Draco's grandmother.

The scene disappeared around Kurt and he felt himself touch down on his seat, "non-residual liquid."

"Yes," Professor Dumbledore nodded, "but what did you think?"

"It was a useful exercise and it served its purpose," Kurt shook his head slowly, "looking into the faces that made my face beautiful was… it's something that most people take for granted."

~0~

"So your parents are death eaters?" Ron nodded slowly, "well, that explains a lot."

Harry nodded along with him, "so much."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione quirked a quizzical brow.

"Well," Harry scoffed, "You've met Kurt, and he's not exactly black and white about the whole dark arts thing."

"That's because this is the real world and nothing is black and white," Hermione rolled her eyes, "least of all the dark arts."

"How are the dark arts not black and white?" Ron quirked, "they are bad news, end of story."

"How's about when their saving your sister's life?" Hermione crossed her arms angrily, "or when their stopping Professor Lupin from eating our faces, even if it was temporary."

"Well," Ron scratched at the back of his neck nervously.

"Well nothing," Kurt narrowed his eyes and scowled at the pair before him, "You know most of the worst crimes are born from loyalty, you might consider showing me some every now and again because lord knows I've stood by you on your dimmest days."

"That's not nice," Ron protested.

"It's true," Harry swallowed deeply, "Kurt always has our back no matter how stupid we're being."

"Like we're not saying you're a bad dude but…" Ron twiddled his thumbs, "but having death eaters for parents isn't a good indicator, look at Malfoy or Crabbe and Goyle."

"Having the good guys as your parents didn't stop your sister from opening the Chamber of Secrets or you from being a complete asshole," Kurt shrugged, "and even the Death Eater's parents couldn't have all been bad." Kurt lowered his voice so that it was a nothing more than a menacing growl, "Remember that if I wanted to be the bad guy, I certainly wouldn't follow Voldemort. Oh no, I'd be the worst guy, civilisations would crumble before me and people would fear to even think of me lest I find out and bring ruin upon them. I would be revered the world round for my terrible beauty and power, whenever you think I'm the bad guy remember how much worse I could make it and remember that I'm on your side."

"Scary," Harry mumbled.

"Besides," Hermione's tone was indicative of just how fed up she was of this conversation, "Kurt is the same person he was yesterday and will continue to be for all eternity, in this life and the next. Kurt's parents were the same people all his life and knowing won't change that." Hermione gave the pair of boys a pointed look, "so unless you'd like your faces burned, we'll have no more on the matter."

"Yes Hermione," both boys mumbled in a chorus.

"And I'll have an apology," Kurt crossed his arms and gave the pair a glair that was indicative of how he meant business.

"Sorry."

"Come along now," Kurt gestured for the door, "Cedric will be putting his name into the Goblet of Fire and I promised I'd be supportive despite thinking it's a foolish idea."

"You're such a good boyfriend," Hermione gave him a playful pat on the shoulder.

"You know I've been talking to this girl who thinks I'll make a great boyfriend too," Ron added as he squeezed between the two.

"She must be a first year because clearly she's not familiar with your countless idiosyncrasies," Hermione chuckled.

"And can we talk about how she's 'this girl' and doesn't have a name because she's imaginary," Harry added with a chuckle.

"And there I was thinking the only girl who would love you was your mother," Kurt shrugged as they entered the foyer outside the great hall where the Goblet of Fire was being Kept. Kurt gave it a wide berth so as to avoid the age line, he thought it was rather tedious to have an age line when he could put his name into the cup without stepping over the line, "I hadn't taken into account that the girls in your head might love you as well."

"Mr Hummel," Dennis bounced into his peripheral vision, "Have you come to put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"Mr Hummel is my father," Kurt giggled, "I am Master Hummel of the Order of the White Lotus but just Kurt will suffice."

"Sorry, Kurt," the boy smiled broadly, "Are you going to cross that line and put your name in?"

"I am much to craven to enter," Kurt shook his head sadly, "but I could put your name in if you'd like."

"You could put my name in?" the little boy looked like he might lose consciousness from being overly excited.

"Kurt," Hermione leaned down and whispered in his ear, "are you sure that's a good idea? What if he gets picked?"

"He won't get picked," Kurt shook his head dismissively, "He's eleven, everyone knows that Angelina Johnson is going to get picked- she's the prettiest girl in school."

"This is true," Hermione nodded.

Dennis wrote his name on a slip of parchment and handed it to Kurt. Kurt tapped the slip of parchment with his wand and it folded itself into a paper plane, and flew past the age line into the blue flames, "who knows, maybe you'll get picked for being a little handsome devil."

"Should I be jealous?" Cedric mused as he slipped his arm around Kurt's waste.

"Oh definitely," Kurt spoke in a sultry whisper, "Dennis has got it going on."

"And Dennis is one of Kurt's favourite names," Hermione added with a giggle.

"And he's totally going to get picked as Hogwarts' Triwizard Champion and I will leave you for him," Kurt teased before rising to his toes to whisper in his boyfriend's ear, "you'd have to… convince me to stay with you."

Cedric untangled himself from Kurt, he stepped over the age line and threw the slip of parchment with his name into the fire. Cedric then wrapped himself around Kurt and kissed him deeply, "I hope you're convinced."

"I'm a little tempted," Kurt wagged a seductive brow.

"Then I'm moving in the right direction," Cedric cooed in response.

"What happened to the boy who respected us?" Ron grumbled.

"I realised that Kurt was all that mattered," Cedric dipped Kurt and ravished his neck with gentle kisses, "if he's happy then the rest of you can feel however you want to feel and it shouldn't matter to us."

"Well put," Kurt preened at the attention, "Aren't I the luckiest person alive?"

"I think that would be me," Cedric smiled broadly.

Kurt's attention was ripped from the moment by the sound of somebody clicking their tongue, Kurt stood up right and scanned the periphery. His gaze came to rest on a group of Durmstrang boys who were pointing and sneering across the room, "I'm sorry, you over there." Kurt snapped his fingers at them so that they knew that he was talking to them, "have you got something you would like to say to me."

"I think somebody just woke the dragon," Harry whispered.

The group was silent but one of them stepped forward; the boy was much taller and probably older than Kurt, he probably intended to frighten Kurt with his size, "I said something." The boy spoke in a thick eastern European accent, "I said you ought to be ashamed, flaunting such deviance in public."

"Shame is for ugly people," Kurt flicked an imaginary stray hair, "which means when I'm done with you, you won't have any qualms with being shamed by the defeat you will suffer at my hands."

"And what does the girlyboy think he'll defeat me in?" the large boy teased.

"Name it," Kurt quirked a brow, "we could do a magical duel or I could just beat the crap out of you."

"New levels unlocked," Hermione squealed gleefully.

"What are you twelve?" the large boy guffawed, "and you think you can take me in a duel?"

"Oh," Kurt smiled villainously, "I know it. When I've defeated you, you'll apologise to my boyfriend for speaking out the side of your neck."

"And if I win?"

"Provisions won't be necessary," Kurt smirked, "that won't be happening but you can have whatever your little heart desires."

"Deal," the boy smirked.

He and Kurt bowed to each other and had their wands at the ready, the crowd that had gathered around them was dead silent as they watched on as both boys took their starting positions. The older Durmstrang boy started the with a nonverbal curse that Kurt only just dodged with duck to the left, a wiser person might have felt that Kurt had bitten off more than he could chew but Kurt was intelligent, not wise.

"Verdillimous," Kurt flicked his wand elegantly and red sparks flew out of his wand but the larger boy managed to avoid his curse with equal ease. Kurt needed to move more quickly if he was going to embarrass the boy in the way he intended to do, "Aguamenti."

A spout of water flew out of Kurt's wand and wet the taller boy, "You wet me? You're not very good at this."

The boy flicked his wand and Kurt was thrown a few feet back; between his dance and martial arts training he managed to roll out of the fall but the boy did not desist, he kept knocking Kurt over as soon as he got to his feet in an obvious attempt to embarrass him. Kurt decided that he needed to work during the roll as opposed to waiting till he was upright. This time when Kurt got to his feet he concentrated so that the puddle he had created rose with him and formed itself into a large pair of hands; Kurt smiled whilst the boy was taken aback by the spectacle, clapped his hands once and the large pair of hands did the same, meeting where the boy stood. Whilst the older boy was still disorientated from the hit Kurt flicked his wand, "Aculeus." There was a flash of purple light and the boy fell to his knees as he was stung by Kurt's hex, "fulgur percusserit."

There was a flash of blue lightning and the boy was flung back, defeated. Kurt bowed once more, smiled at the crowd and waved as his peers cheered, "That's enough Mr Hummel." The crowd went dead silent and parted to reveal an angry looking Professor McGonagall, "My office, now."

"Make sure he apologises to Cedric," Kurt instructed Hermione before bowing his head and following Professor McGonagall to her office in silence.

Kurt seated himself in the seat opposite the elderly woman before raising his line of sigh to meet hers, Professor McGonagall was smiling at him, "that looked to be getting hairy for a moment there."

"Nonverbal spells are tricky that way," Kurt shrugged, "it's difficult to know what's coming your way."

"You seemed to have managed pretty well," Professor McGonagall nodded her head in agreement, "and it's nice to see that you're not afraid to stand up for yourself and your beau."

"I was definitely but he woke the dragon," Kurt chuckled with a shrug, "it's strange that my teacher just called him my beau."

"Is he not your beau?" Professor McGonagall treaded carefully as if she were afraid she might have offended Kurt, "have I misunderstood?"

"There was no misunderstanding, he is my beau," Kurt nodded rigorously, "it's just odd coming from you." Kurt took a deep breath, "am I not in trouble? There is no spell casting in the corridors and I was just spellcasting in the corridors."

"We have a staff member who turned a student into a ferret and keeps emotionally distressing his students," Professor McGonagall levelled with him, "your little duel is the least of my worries, maybe your head of house will care."

"Then why am I here?"

"I have to pretend to care," Professor McGonagall yawned lazily, "if I don't then we'll have a duel breaking out every five minutes."

Kurt chuckled, "we can't have that."

"I'm more worried about the Hogwarts students losing and bringing dishonour on our alma mater," Professor McGonagall shook her head, "Imagine if Ronald Weasley were to get into a duel, Hogwarts' reputation would go down."

"This is true," Kurt giggled, "we'd probably never recover."

"Minerva!" Madam Pomphry's head appeared in Professor McGonagall's fire place in a blaze of green flames, "There are more bearded Gryffindors in need of disciplinary action here in the hospital wing."

"I'll be there in a moment Poppy," Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes, "You may go Mr Hummel."

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Kurt was forced to stop reading when Professor Dumbledore dimmed the lights in the Great Hall, "And now through a silence you could cut with a knife, the Goblet of Fire will select the three champions who will go on to compete for eternal glory." The room was bathed in the soft blue light of the blue flames that filled the golden chalice, Professor Dumbledore stepped up to the cup and rubbed small circles into its side before taking a step back. The flames grew and turned from blue to violet to crimson in a matter of seconds before spitting out a piece of parchment and returning to their normal resting state. Professor Dumbledore snatched the slip of parchment out of the air, "The Durmstrang Champion will be Viktor Krum."

There was applause all around the great hall but the celebration was loudest at the Durmstrang long table as the tall, angry looking teenager got to his feet and exited the great hall out the front side entrance that led to the trophy room as instructed. Professor Dumbledore commanded silence once more as the flames in the Goblet of Fire began to change colour once more. Again a piece of parchment was ejected and once more Professor Dumbledore snatched it out of the air, "The Champion from Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour."

The ladies from Beauxbatons celebrated by clapping in a lady like fashion and sighing in elation, "Do they always have to do that damn sighing thing?"

"I don't know Hermione," Kurt shrugged, "but it's getting on my nerves."

The flames turned colours for the final time and Professor Dumbledore snatched the parchment ejected by the Goblet of Fire out of the air, "And the Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory."

"I told you Dennis wouldn't get picked," Kurt jabbed Hermione in the ribs as he clapped his hands excitedly for Cedric, "that booty is mine."

"No one contested it," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I know," Kurt smiled broadly as Cedric disappeared into the adjacent trophy room, "I was gloating."

"There you have your three champions," there was wild applause in absentia for the three champions, "but only one will go down in history, only one will lift the chalice victoriously, only one will be the Triwizard Champion."

At Professor Dumbledore's final word, the flames began to turn once more, "I smell trouble."

The cup spat out a piece of parchment and the headmaster angrily snatched it out of the air, "Harry Potter."

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me," Kurt couldn't help but rolling his eyes.

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