Don't own Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End or Harry Potter. Yeah.

Full Summary: Since the 1792 Triwizard Tournament, Owari no Seraph has been included as the fourth school, thus renaming the event the Quartet Tournament. The schools of Drumstrang, Beauxbatons and Hogwarts owing them many favors, Owari has been held in high regards.

Now it is 1994 and each school agrees to hold the tournament once again. Harry Potter and Yoichi Saotome may have a killer after them, as Harry's name was placed in the Goblet of Fire while Yoichi's task has been tampered with. Owari goes beyond what anyone would've thought, to help their own.

Are they really a military magical school? Is it just a cover for the truth? Who is really Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a fraud or the real thing?

X.U.

Chapter II:

Terrible Dawn

"Before you disappear-the one thing I fear."

Year of 1994, Nov. 17th, One week before the First Task

I let out a sigh of relief through my nose when I felt two hands on my shoulders. I'm grateful that Yuichiro (and Mikaela, however much he hates humans) stayed with me as extra support.

"Mr. Saotome," I looked up into Mr. Ollivander's pale eyes. Oh, yes. He would be weighing the wands. But... "I realize that you and your company do not fight like normal wizards. May I check your weapon of choice?" The demon...

'Gekkouin, please don't hurt him or anything of the sort.' A grunt. "Fine, Chi-kun. I won't. Make sure to be as wild as you can for this." I mentally voiced my agreement, holding out my left hand. The black and green bow materialized in my hand, of which I handed to Mr. Ollivander. He gently took it, looking it over with care. I thanked him on this, once he nodded to himself and handed it back. As soon as it left his hands, it disappeared. I ignored the other's gaping looks, deciding to sit down. The whole time, Yuichiro's and Mikaela's hands didn't leave my shoulders. I whispered them a brief thanks, not moving as they started to take pictures.

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Interviews? I risked a glance at the blonde haired woman with red glasses, whose gaze was switching between me and Harry, as if she couldn't decide who to pick first.

She eventually dragged Harry to the closet. I let out a sigh of relief, jumping as someone sat next to me. It was Cedric Diggory, I think.

"Rita Skeeter has been wanting to get a few words out of the Boy Who Lived... How did you do that anyway, getting your bow to show up?" Oh. Uh...

I let out a small laugh, hands fidgeting. "The obvious. Magic. We were trained to do nonverbal spells from our first year of school. Our weapons are our wands, you see. Technically we can all do wandless magic considering this, but as you fight with literal wands, we fight with literal weapons." He nodded, humming, an intrigued look on his face.

'Please don't question it anymore. Please don't question it anymore. Please don't questi-'

"How do you shoot then? You don't have arrows-" 'Of course...' Stopping him from speaking further, I resummoned my bow and put my right hand to where the string just appeared. An arrow materialized, just as both the string and bow did, before I dropped my hands. It vanished.

Cedric's eyebrows nearly disappeared in his bangs. I smiled cheekily at him, frowning lightly as Harry stumbled out of the closet. Rita walked straight over to me and grabbed my shoulder. I could tell she bit back a hiss, taking her hand back. There was a scratch on it. I hid my smirk behind a "concerned" smile. Oh, Mika... you're too good.

"Are you alright, Ms. Skeeter?" She only nodded. I followed her into the closet and leaned against the door (well, Yuu and Mika, but still).

"Well, Yu Salme, right?" I glared at her, letting Gekkouin influence the sudden change. My pupils became slitted, fangs growing along with claws, red marks appearing on my cheeks. "No, Rita Skeeter. I am Yoichi Saotome. You would do well to remember that, lest you wish to be called Rio Liner." She paled and nodded fast, a green quill writing. I took it and and the paper, tearing them apart.

"I am generally a nice, calm, collected boy. We all have a dark side, some worse than others. This is simply the surface, Ms. Skeeter. I will do what I can to win the tournament. I don't care if I win or lose, I'm merely doing this for no other reason then to see with my own eyes just how our so called allies would be willing to cooperate with us, after all Owari no Seraph has done for them. We are a mainly a military school, Ms. Skeeter. The magic is only a small part. Don't forget it."

I decided, weather because of Gekkouin or not, to rake my clawed hand over the table. It left five deep marks. As I left the closet, the influence of Gekkouin receded. "Haha! Did you see her face, Chi-kun? She won't be bothering you anymore." I nodded to myself and smiled, my happy appearance a shocking contrast to the startled and fearful Rita who had exited after me.

Year of 1994, Nov. 23rd, First Task

"Go on, son." I reached into the bag and grabbed a dragon. It was a small dragon, smaller than the palm of my hand. It was also copper colored, scales smooth looking. It had black ridge markings and small horns on its head, black eyes blinking and gleaming up at me. "Ah... the Peruvian Vipertooth. Able to grow up to fifteen feet in length. The smallest and fastest breed of dragon, also more venomous than the Norwegian Ridgeback."

At the others chose their dragon, I stared at my own blankly. It had a five written on a piece of paper around its neck. I was going last. I had the most venomous dragon in the world, not to mention the smallest and fastest. Were they trying to kill us?!

I didn't dare sit, instead leaning again the "wall" (which was, in fact, Yuichiro's and Mikaela's chests again). I could feel the brother's arms wrap around me. I sighed and relaxed in their hold. I knew they were close, and in a relationship of sorts, but I never expected them to let me in their two-man circle. But when Mika said he honestly liked me, more than any other human (Guren), I was strangely relieved.

I held the tiny dragon carefully in my hands, letting it run over my arms and hands before setting it down on a table. I did my best to ignore the sudden silences, cries, and whatever else from the contestants (more so Harry).

"-now our final champion, Yoichi Saotome from Owari no Seraph-" I sighed, thanking both of the brothers before walking out of the tent. Hearing the clinking of chains, my eyes zeroed in to the center of the rocky field. There was the Vipertooth, only its full size. I sighed and held out my hand, bow materializing. The silence was unnerving...

"Let's get this over with," My voice was the only thing heard as the bow seemed to snap in half. I jumped onto the two circles, letting it fly me fast into the sky. Once I was directly over the dragon (and about fifty feet in the air), the bow fixed itself. I ignored the students' cries as I pulled my arm back. In a swift motion, I launched four black-green arrows. Wasn't it ironic that my demonic Cursed Gear is poisonous too?

The arrows seemed to multiply, a rain of them hitting the dragon. There was an enraged roar, black fire almost hitting me. I twisted so my back was to it as I fell-shit that hurts! Of course it had to hit my neck... At least I can hide it. When the smoke-like fire cleared, the dragon was free. Oh... I forgot about the possibility of hitting the chains...

Another roar sounded as the dragon took flight, appearing in front of me within seconds. And within those seconds I had pulled my arm back, releasing a single arrow. "Gekkouin!" I called out my demon's name, the bow and arrow both glowing ominously. Horns and claws grew from me as markings appeared on my face, pupils becoming slits as I released the arrow. It flew fast and hit the Vipertooth dead in its wings, getting stuck between them both.

It landed with a loud thud, no doubt shaking the stadium. I too fell, snapping the bow to land safely at the last minute. I walked calmly to the center where the eggs lied. Just as I was about to touch the golden one, I bit back a curse as black fire licked at my back, legs, arms and neck, edging towards my jaw and front side. I resummoned my bow and aimed without looking, shooting four arrows.

As the fire stopped, I let out a cough, sweat dripping down my very burnt body in buckets. I didn't bother looking back as I grabbed the egg, letting the dragon handlers stun the stupid beast into submission. Instead, I looked at the judging panel. Each head's face was pale with worry, horror and shock. Guren wasn't an exception, as he stared down at me worriedly. I stared blankly at them as they gave their numbers.

Madan Maxime gave me an eight, probably out of pity and how I fought. Ignor Karkoff showed a six. I snorted, gagging as I did. I can't breathe well... Ludo, or Crouch, whoever gave me a seven. Guren used his own gear to show a nine. Love you too, lieutenant.

I rejected Mika's and Yuu's hands (who showed up from nowhere) when they tried to help, instead walking without an ounce of pain on my face or a limp to the medical tent.

As soon at Hogwarts' nurse saw me, Madam Promfery she gasped and told me not to move. It was hard enough to walk here, why would I even try? But as the pain settled further, I let out a quiet curse and began to pace. Yes, moving helps.

"Yoichi... are you alright?" I looked over at the horrified and concerned champions. Not even uptight Fluer or lethargic Victor could hide it, staring at my completely bloody and ruined uniform, not to mention incredibly singed hair.

I blinked when someone patted my shoulder, letting out a cry as they hit the burn. I hissed and stepped back, only to yelp again. It was the nurse. She magicked off my clothes, leaving me in burnt and ruined shorts. I sighed, staring at the ceiling as she did her work.

"No Harry, I am not alright. The fact that today's my birthday certainly doesn't help it." I didn't see him give an apologetic look, sitting. I flinched every time the nurse touched me, almost strangling her as her so called "cooling burn paste" felt hotter than that damned black fire. I said nothing though, annoyance shown only through my eyes.

When she finished wrapping the last of the bandages around my neck, I sighed. Finally she was done. "Yoichi, these will scar... I can get rid most of it, but you will still-" I shook my head, stopping her from casting the spell. "I would rather have scars, Madam Pomfery, than to hide them when I did good, however stupid the reason was." She nodded in understanding.

I glared heatedly at Ludo Bagman, who placed a heavy hand on my shoulder. "You did quite well, despite the injuries, my boy!" He slapped my back. Hard. The others winced. Just as Pomfery was about to go off, I did for her, voice slightly demonic from the influence of Gekkouin.

"I am injured Bagman, do not touch me. If I can get Skeeter to tell the truth about me, I can make you stop touching injured people." Okay, maybe I completely let Gekkouin influence my voice box, but how am I to blame? He hit me...

He nodded and paled, edging away. I smirked slightly, surprised that no one saw Mika or Yuu yet... Bagman spoke about the upcoming Second Task, saying that the answer lies within the golden egg. But before that is the Yule Ball, a dance of which all champions must attend with a partner. I gave him a blank stare, letting the brothers walk me out of the tent and to the castle where our transportation was.

He expects us to dance... injured? Though I am no doubt the one who heavily needs medical attention still, he wants me to-oh, damn it. I don't even care anymore.

.::*::.

I closed my eyes, a pained and quiet groan coming from me as Mika's hands gently rubbed at my back. He had forced me down with Yuu in order to use his blood to heal me. Afterwards, once the outer layers of skin weren't as bad, he had offered to give a massage. I had said, in turn, that I was fine. He simply gave me this look and pushed at my shoulder blades, causing me to collapse. This was where we are now, my head in Yuu's lap as he ran his hands through my hair as Mika rubbed at my stiff and incredibly tense muscles.

"D-Did you really have to lick me?" I asked. Yes. Not only does vampire blood have healing properties, saliva does too, it seems. I wanted to shoot him when he did... It's completely gross, no matter how helpful! "Yes, you wouldn't have healed nearly enough to move swiftly if I hadn't." I merely growled, eyebrow twitching at their chuckles.

I gasped when he hit a certain knot in my lower back, unable to hold back a particularly loud and pained moan. Yuu nuzzled his nose into my hair, temporarily distracting me. My body racked with various shudders as I breathed, vision hazy. I knew my face was pink, feeling how hot it was.

I didn't notice when my eyes slid shut. I also didn't noticed when I fell into a deep sleep, oblivious to the quiet whispers between Yuichiro and Mikaela.

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The next time I opened my eyes, I felt a cool towel covering my back. I sighed, content at the feeling and at the feeling of loose muscles for once. I slowly got up from where I lay on my bed, grabbing a white button up shirt and switching out my shorts. I didn't bother in buttoning up the shirt, as i had bandages covering the entirety of me.

I hand a hand through my hair, spotting Guren at a desk in the main room (the main room is three off from the exit/entrance, our own rooms having doors connected to here), writing. I walked slowly, and to my merit didn't stumble as I grabbed a chair and turned it around, sitting and resting my arms on the back.

"How're you feeling?" I hummed at his question, doing a mental scan of myself. "Pretty well, all things considering. Though, it's probably because most of my body is numb..." I trailed off here, a sheepish look on my face. He dropped his pen and gave me a look, of which I froze at.

"You don't need to hide yourself behind that mask anymore, Yoichi. Tell me, how do you really feel about all this?" I hesitated, but when the man's gaze met mine, I adverted my eyes and spoke softly.

"I'm not scared or anything..." Seeing his raised brow, I hurriedly continued. "Really! Just... I just..." I bit my lip and stared at the white carpet. "You know my fear, fire... and to a somewhat smaller degree, emotional pain. It's why I get worked up so easily. Because of this, I created various masks to hide what I truly feel. Its..." I sighed, standing to sit in the chair correctly, head resting against the back.

"I feel like something'll happen... though maybe not to me. I felt it before those vampires came and killed my sister... it's the exact same feeling." Guren stared at me for a moment before nodding, standing. He looked down, hovering over my head.

"An impending doom. Your sixth sense for that kind of thing is unnaturally strong. Do you consider it a gift or a curse?" I didn't answer, shifting my eyes away from his. He sighed and sat back down. Hearing the scratching of his pen, I knew he was going back to work. I stood and walked back to my room. I gazed out the window, though not really seeing anything.

Maybe I should rest... I have nearly a month before the Yule Ball, after all.