Author Note: Well, two chapters in one day. I'm on fire!
I do not own Harry Potter.
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The looks on the international students faces as they poured into big hall was less then glowing.
The Hogwarts teaching staff couldn't help but notice, barely anybody was smiling.
A shocking contrast to what they were like, when they came into the castle in the morning, now they all had a look of defeat in their eyes and some students were even eyeing certain Hogwarts staff with fear.
The majority of the students couldn't wait to get out of here or were dreaded being forced to stay here, suddenly the idea of winning a Tournament against 3 other school, did not look so appealing anymore.
But the show must go on.
"NOW THE MOMENT, YOU'VE ALL BE WAITING FOR!" Albus Dumbledore said, as they all sat down. "THE CHAMPION SELECTION!" And with an action he thought would impress everybody around him but in reality, made him look like an idiot in the eyes of Durmstrang, he stretched his hand out and spun it across the room until he got the Goblet of Fire.
For some awkward moments the Goblet didn't do anything until he stepped back and the fire suddenly turn blue, spitting out a piece of paper with a name on it towards Albus.
Albus unravelled it and said out loud. "THE DURMSTRANG CHAMPION IS VIKTOR KRUM!"
In another universe, the Quidditch star would be celebrating and getting congratulation from those around him, but in this universe the star became deathly pale and nobody dared to congratulate him.
The boy had no choice but to go up, shaking Albus hand against his free will and go to the Champion's room.
Those who saw him go, swore to themselves that they would find a way to get him out of there.
Then the fire turned red again and another name popped out.
"FLEUR DELACOUR!" Albus yelled, this time, the name was received with congratulations by the Beauxbatons students, who clearly hadn't read the history of the Tournament they were congratulating her getting into.
The young girl got up with all smiles and shook Albus hand before going to the Champion room.
Basically, her death.
The third name came out of the fire and Albus grabbed it.
He read.
"THE HOGWARTS CHAMPION. CEDRIC DIGGORY!"
The boy looked like it was the proudest day of his life, everybody around him gave him a huge round of appaulse in the loudest way.
He was beaming as he got up and shook Albu Dumbledore hand before being sent on his way.
But the Hogwarts students weren't finished, they got up and began to clap louder, oblivious to the fact Durmstrang was looking at them like they all need to be checked into a mental hospital.
Did they honestly not know that, that guy was most likely going to die, in this tournament?
"SILENCE!" Albus bellowed, getting them to sit down. "WE NOW HAVE OUR FINAL THREE CHAMPIONS" making sure, they all heard each word clearly as he drew to the climax of his show.
"But in the end" He said, calmly, walking forward with a considering air around him. "Only one will go down in History and be the Champion of all Champions."
A chair was put up for him.
"This Vessel of Victory" He said, turning around dramatically and pointing.
"THE TRI-WIZARD!"
The cup that students died for, was unrevealed and looked stunning.
It was then that the Goblet started acting up, which those behind him couldn't help but notice, causing him to turn around and look at it in 'shock'.
He moved closer as the fire turned a blinding red, making him cover his eyes.
Two pieces of Paper shot out of the fire and Albus caught both of them.
Looking over them in stuness.
"Jamus Siruis Potter and Harold Felix" He mumbled before turning swiftly around and yelling.
"JAMUS SIRUIS POTTER AND HAROLD FELIX!"
Check and Mate.
Ch 28: The chess game
The two names echoed like thunder through the room.
The hall burst into uproar, Hagrid shook his head in disbelief.
They were both too young.
"JAMES SIRUIS POTTER AND HAROLD FELIX!" Albus yelled again but a bit more aggressively.
Jamus Potter was stunned as he was pulled up onto his feet, pretty much dead on his feet as he want to meet Albus, meanwhile everybody at Durmstrang want to look at Harry, who hadn't moved an inch.
Maybe he was too shocked.
Jamus, suddenly realised what was happening to him and that this actually, be a good thing for him, making him smile as he went to the Champion's room.
"Mr Felix, why haven't you come up yet?" Albus said, stunned to find the boy was now eating.
Harry turned around to Albus with a clearly surprised look on his face.
"Me?" He said.
"Yes, you" Albus said, "Harold Felix is your name, correct?"
He believed that Harry had fallen into a Magical Contract with loopholes he would obviously not tell him about.
"Oh, you mean that name?" Harry said, eating some more. "That was just a name my father told me to give out, when introducing myself."
His response was like a sharp slap across Albus face and it wasn't just him who was feeling the sting, the Fake Moody was too.
His master, had told him to put the boy's name in there because of rumours, that he could be more Powerful than the Boy-Who-lived, together he could us him as a backup in case something happened in the ritual.
Of course, he would let the boy die after he signed away his birth right and handed Britain completely to him.
And now, those plans seemed to be getting scrapped.
"What?" Albus said.
"My father, know that anybody could bind me if I gave out my real name, so he told me, to give out a name I could use often but should not reguard as my real name. So, this Goblet cannot bind me." Harry said, even his friends did not know his real name, they only heard it in his birthday song every year but who would remember that name for a whole year, when he used the other, so frequently?
Several students looked surprised, some even began to take notes.
Albus was suddenly aware that he wasn't on land but on a sinking ship.
He had to quickly get back on land.
"But, you put the paper in the cup so that mean's your bound" Albus lied, smoothly.
"Are you willing to bet on your magic that I'm bound?" Harry said.
And Albus was mysteriously silent.
"My father requested a copy of the contract, when the Tournament was created" Harry said, making the Durmstrang Headmaster eyes go wide.
So that's why Lord Felix requested to look at it, from him.
"I remember reading that unless I put my name in myself,willing and it's actually my true name, there is no contract between me and the Goblet, and thus nobody can make me compete. So why don't we make an oath?" Harry said, knowing that this was news that Viktor Krum would run back to his seat in joy if he heard.
Check and Mate.
Of course, Albus couldn't do it, doing it would only make him loose his magic, making him look like a fool.
But he still had some pieces standing.
"But even if you don't want to do it, doesn't the cup, the title and money interest you?" Albus said, to those who were smarter, it was like watching both Albus and Harry in a game of chess with words as their weapons.
"Albus Dumbledore. We both know a 1000 galleons, is nothing but pocket money for me" Harry said, resambling his father far too much for Albus liking, the Hogwarts staff and student gasped that a student called the Headmaster his name. "The title and glory. You can keep it. One day, I will inherit all of Britain and take my father's place"
Many students began to mumble, wondering what on earth he was talking about.
The Knowledge that Xander Felix had ruled Britain for almost a decade, was only know to the higher tiar of society and those who had connection, it wasn't something a student with no powerful backing would know about.
"So, I think you need to choose another Durmstrang champion because I'm sure Viktor Krum doesn't want the title" He said, and he was right, Viktor had just poked his head through the gap and heard half of it.
Nobody would have thought somebody so popular could get back to his seat so fast.
He could do this, because he simply didn't put his name in the cup.
He wasn't suicidal enough to end his own life.
Albus was now sweating, the situation was now out of control and yet somebody from Durmstrang had to be picked.
Butthe only problem was, nobody from Durmstrang actually want near the Goblet of Fire, causing him to write their names down himself, from the register provided to him.
And then it got a whole lot worse.
Suddenly the door burst open, and in came a woman who had certain people nerves at the sight of.
Amelia Susan Bones.
And she was flanked with Aurors.
This was not a good combination.
"Amelia. What are you doing here?" Cornelius Oswald Fudge said, smiling to keep face in front of the international schools. "Couldn't you have caught me at a better time"
"Oh. Can it, Conelius" Amelia said.
It was like somebody had slapped the man across the face.
Then she snapped her fingers and before anybody know what was happening, a body bind was being cast on the fake Moody who had been trying to escape without anybody noticing.
He was then stunned.
"What is the meaning of this!" Albus said, as all the teachers were up and alert.
That was his long-time friend, they were put into a body bind.
"Isn't it obvious that we are arresting Alastar Moody on the account of using one of the three Unforgivable on a student" Amelia said.
Harry had called his Father in the afternoon.
The man worked fast.
"I NEVER SIGHED FOR THIS!" Cornelius Fudge said, turning red.
"You didn't have to" Amelia said, coolly. "Our orders came from somebody above you."
Fudge face drained...
The only person above him in terms of Authority was...
A dark-skinned man came to mind.
The Aurors went to take the stunned 'Moody' away.
"I think there has been some kind of mistake." Albus said, "I know my friend and he would never preform such thing on a student" turning on his grandfatherly charm.
Unfortunately, she was immune to it.
"Is that so?" Amelia said, before she asked the room full of students. "Who here has seen Moody cast an unforgivable onto a student? Bear in mind, that we will duplicate your memories for evidence"
Albus was shocked when a good chunk of the whole population rose up and stepped forward.
He was aware that students came to him to complain but he never saw just how many were complaining about the same thing.
"There you have it, Albus." Amelia said, as the Auror began to levitate 'Moody' away. "I'm sure all those students can all find their way to Ministery or a Auror can come pick you up to provide evidence for the case."
"Case?" Albus said, in panic.
"Yes, Case, Albus" Amelia said, "Casting an unforgivable is a crime, so he would naturally be tried. I'm sure, one of the students will tell me who he cast an unforgivable onto and have that person give a statement. Alaster Moody needed a mental evolution years ago. For god sake, Albus. How can you allow somebody who has killed for most of his life near a school of children? What if he ends up killing one of them? Were you going to cover it up, until somebody came looking?"
The slap was back at full force.
"Let's go" Amelia said, as the Auror turned around, ignoring the Minister of Magic.
Meanwhile a certain rat was going into panic mode, it was only a matter of time before the disguise gave away and a man who was supposed to be dead was revealed.
Thing would get very bad for his Master.
Albus looked like he had swallowed a very sour candy, as what he believed was his friend, was being levitated away to most likely a jail cell.
And he was powerless to stop it.
At most, he could do was appeal, to his 'boss' on his friends behave.
It was at that moment, that the fire from goblet turned red and a single paper flew out of it.
Albus no longer had the strength to grab it, so the nearest student took it.
The girl unravelled it and said in a surprisingly loud voice.
"FROM DURMSTRANG! WIGGLE!"
The name echoed through the hall.
Who?
"Who the hell names their child 'Wiggle!" One student said, laughing.
Even the Durmstrang students were confused.
Only a small portion of the staff exactly know who that was.
"Wiggle, isn't a student" Said, the Durmstrang Headmaster. "It's a Kitchen House Elf"
"What?" Somebody said, as if this was a joke.
And everybody else was stunned.
And as if on cue, a house wearing a very old looking shirt appeared.
"Did Wiggle win?" The House Elf said, "Wiggle won!"
Albus looked ready to cry.
And scene!
Next chapter, the other Champions don't know how to feel about having a House Elf as a Champion. The Daily Prophet turns what should be an epic competition into a joke. Surprisingly, public favour is on the house elf side and Harry goes home amused. Review/fav and follow!