This is a Harry Potter & Familiar of Zero Cross Over Fanfiction Only.

Well all aside once you look past her chilly exterior, that French Witch was talking about something we both actually agree on, yes, I rather wish I never came to this castle at all. I had a wonderful job, a warm family, a very lively and interesting group of friends, coworkers, and allies, and here the most interesting thing is my chats with a Basilisk and my good friend and familiar Morgana, so yes, I do miss Outer Heaven.

The one thing that she mentioned that did catch me by surprise is that her family name was Delacour, that is funny, I knew a man named Francis Delacour once, he was married and we met several times. He was a rather nice supplier for us in the past, he did sell ammo at quite reasonable prices now that I think of it. He never mentioned having any kids now that I think of it.

Well, who can blame the man, if I had a daughter I would certainly not want her to know I am an arms dealer that sells to the most feared mercenary group in the entire world. I can't help but feel a bit curious if this young woman was related to my old friend.

As breakfast was now over I decided to go over to her and ask her if she was related to my old friend, as soon as I was anywhere near her she just stopped me by giving me the international sign for me to stop. "Yes, I am beautiful, yes, I am hot, no, I don't have a boyfriend, lover, or future husband, and no I am not looking to establish a relationship or want to sleep with you."

Boy this girl really, and I mean really must be bothered by idiots, it's my friend Quiet often tells me, if a young woman wants to be with your romantically or just for casual sex, she will make it quite clear of her intentions either by her actions or she will flat out tell you. I had I think about enough one night stands to actually say that I knew that to be true.

"Actually, what I wanted to know if you are related to Francis Delacour. He owns this shipping and supply company, I think his office is in Paris." She actually looked at me and looked like she began thinking about something. After a few seconds, she told me that indeed she was his daughter.

"Great, since you are his daughter could you tell him to send me my usual supply shipment to this castle, tell him to charge it to the Potter Student Vault and tell him that Fenris sends him his best regards and a delayed birthday congratulations, I have not been able to contact him in a few years."

That is when she was the one that looked at me with a bit of interest, "Did you say your name was Potter? Don't you mean to tell him Snake wants his supplies sent here?" Color me impressed, I guess she does know what her father does for a living, and she even knew my correct call sign. I guess today was not such a bad day after all.

This gave us something in common to talk about, it seems she also knows that my family and her had established a marriage contract between our families, I never understand why did our families decide to do something like that, father often said it was just a matter of survival, it was not that uncommon for noble families to do that.

Since we established that my primary interest was civil and at the moment not anywhere near what anyone would call a matter dealing with reproduction we became rather civil, almost friends I could say, almost being that she was quite adamant that we speak in French only, guess that hatred between England and France is alive and kicking.

For some odd reason Professor Lupin actually quit as the previous year ended, who am I kidding? The position of teacher of DADA is cursed, even I can tell from the track record of teachers dying under shall we say unconventional reasons. You stay for two years as a teacher in that class you will die before the second year you teach is over.

Hermione and Neville actually were pretty friendly with Fleur as soon as the introductions were over, and Hermione, in general, was if anything curious about Veela culture and social differences, Neville was hit so hard by her Aura that I honestly felt sorry for the guy, he made a complete fool of himself trying to ask her out on a date.

My friends were getting along well, well Hermione was a bit colder when we began discussing the idea behind the marriage contract and even colder when she told us that the contract would enter into effect the second I reach the age of seventeen, meaning the contract stipulated that the only way the contract would be made null and void is if both families first born was of the same gender.

Since that was clearly not the case the contract would become enforceable when I hit the age on the contract. I, of course, mentioned to her that I could actually die long before that happens, and for some reason, Fleur was not actually happy to hear me say that. Well, that was a rather quick change in attitude if I do say so myself, one second she thinks I am trying to get laid, and next she gets upset that I mention that I could die before we are forced by this contract to tie the knot.

It might be because the people in the Ministry did not erase the memories of me from Francis, and Morgana was quite sure he told Fleur quite a few things that somehow made me quite a good prospect as a future mate or husband, the fact that I could block of her Aura regardless how strong she sent it my way probably helped too.

The new professor could only be described in one way, he was a bloody nightmare. I am not kidding, this guy makes even Lockhart seem like less of an actual security risk, can't believe I am actually talking about that clown in a positive way. Professor Alastor Moody was one of the most brutal, bloodthirsty Aurors that ever existed.

Most Aurors did their best to capture the criminals, Moody brought them back in a bag smaller than most fast food restaurant takeout bags. I am not making this up, I am not exaggerating when I say the man was a nightmare. He was known to jinx, curse and hex things in his yard simply because he heard a noise.

I think I lost count of how many times the prophet actually wrote articles how the man killed the people he chased after, you can say one thing about the man he knew the Dark Arts almost as well as anyone could, he was often mistaken for being the hidden Dark Lord, the man was not without his flaws, he lost his eye during a fight with a pack of werewolves, that's right he fought an entire pack of werewolves and his only injury was he lost one of his eyes.

Many people after he retired were feeling both fortunate and afraid what he would do since he could not go after his favorite prey anymore, meaning dark wizards and dark witches, he was even given the nickname that solidified his infamy, Mad-Eye Moody.

I would expect anything from this man, except that his first class was on the unforgivable, and to my shock Dumbledore according to him had given him permission to use these forbidden spells on his students. If this was his first class, what would he pick for his next class? Gargle with Basilisk venom? Take yarn spinning lessons with an Acromantula? Evasion practice with a Veela he decided to insult the previous night and blame us for it?

I know the unforgivable like he did, and to make matters worse these spells usually care a life sentence for even casting them, where he was given free reign to use them on unsuspecting students. I began to wonder if this was more to do with the fact to make the students of Drumstrang have a better opinion of our school than to actually prepare my fellow students to the dangers of these spells.

I, of course, answered every single question he asked, even broke through the effects of one of them like it was nothing, in truth the Imperius Curse was not something that most people could resist, but then again if I could survive the Killing Curse that mind control curse was next to nothing to me. For some odd reason, I could tell that Moody was not as happy or proud as he tried to look to my fellow classmates.

After one week of hearing about the great and magnificent Bulgarian Seeker, I knew one thing, I never and I mean never am going to buy tickets to a world quidditch cup game if two things happen, one Bulgaria actually made it to the finals and Viktor Krum was the seeker for their team. The man was so self-centered that he actually managed to make their team lose, and still he behaved like he was the best thing in the world since sliced bread.

Finally, the Goblet began to send sparks and we all knew that the naming of the Champions was close at hand. We barely managed to eat dinner when the goblet began to sent the first burned piece of parchment in the direction of Dumbledore's chair. The first name was, of course, Viktor Krum, big surprise that he would want to participate in the tournament.

The Second name was Fleur Delacour, who looked as happy as an actress who just won an Oscar, she too went to the room behind the staff table. The third was Cedric Diggory, and let me tell you I have never seen his house look or show their pride better than when Cedric got up and went to join his fellow Champions.

I for a second felt relieved that I was not going to get dragged into the tournament, I know perfectly well that that tournament was an easy way to trap me and get me killed, I was under no illusion that this tournament was nothing more than a death trap. As I sat down and began to feel relief that the three champions had been selected the goblet began to send sparks again, and I had a dreadful feeling about this.

The Goblet sent the Fourth piece of parchment towards Dumbledore who looked at it and looked in my direction before declaring the fourth champion was none other than myself. I was not even given an opportunity to tell them that this must be a mistake, I was told to go where the other champions were waiting and we would hear what was going on as soon as possible.

As I entered Viktor was leaning against a fireplace, probably talking with his parents to tell them he was chosen, Fleur was reading a book she picked from one of the bookshelves in the room, Cedric was the only one that came towards me, but he probably thought that I was sent as an errand to tell them to return to the Great Hall.

I was so furious that had I been a dragon I would be breathing fire and causing the entire castle to burn to ashes, that is how angry I felt, Cedric came towards me and once he saw my eyes he gave me plenty of personal space. I sat down on one of the armchairs and I pity the idiot that tried to tell me to get up and leave the room without telling me what the bloody hell was going on. The act of placing my name in the Goblet had ensured that I had to participate or suffer a punishment worse than death, I think our Janitor Mr. Filch could tell you how horrible his life has been so far.

Dumbledore, the other two headmasters, Snape and Moody came into the room and they all marched where I was sitting. "I have only one question Harry, please be as honest as you can, did you enter your name into the Goblet?"

I for one felt absolutely insulted by having him ask me that question, why didn't he ask me if I wished to take a nose dive into an active volcano while he was at it? "I know the history of this tournament, members of my family have died participating in it, I would have to be absolutely insane to even consider entering this particular tournament. So in short, whether some of you believe me or not, I did not enter my name or even came close to the goblet."

Bagman was once a very successful Quidditch player, he really hit the sauce and strapped the old feedbag by the looks of it, he looked like nothing how he once looked in his Quidditch uniform. I could also tell he was the one that was supposed to enforce the rules of this tournament by the book he had under his arm.

"That doesn't matter, the fact remains that since his name came out of the Goblet, he must participate or suffer the punishment for failure to participate, the loss of his magic for the remainder of his entire life. I would like to know how in the world did the Goblet sent out one extra name. There were supposed to be only three Champions after all."

Moody looked happy and I mean really happy, "A particularly strong Confundus Charm could have tricked the Goblet into thinking that there were four schools participating rather than three. I still think that Potter might have done it himself, out of all the students in Hogwarts I do believe he is the only one proficient enough in the dark arts to pull something like that off."

Snape looked at me and then at Moody, "I do not believe Harry would do such a thing, I myself also know that his family has indeed endured the tragic loss of several family members to the tournament, as the last surviving member of his Ancient and Noble House he would never take that risk, and nothing he could win it would be incentive enough for him to try, he has fame and wealth enough that the prize for this tournament would mean nothing to him."

"I am more worried that someone wanted him to participate to get one of my best students killed. Headmaster, I must ask that the Goblet is examined immediately and that at the very least I be allowed to aid Harry in this tournament, compared to the other Champions he would be in a clear disadvantage, for simple fairness if you must think of it like that."

Dumbledore looked at him and began to shake his head, "I am sorry Severus, but I must deny that heartfelt request, the staff of the participating schools must remain impartial and only may advice one student, the student that is the Champion of the school the instructor teaches in, in this case, you may only advice Mr. Diggory."

I knew only one thing, I was angry enough that this entire conversation had little to any meaning for me, all I wanted at that moment was to learn the name of the fool that placed my name in the Goblet of fire, because once I learn that person's name, there would be nothing on this world that would save that fool from my wrath.