The Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts

May 2, 1998

As dawn approaches

"Get up boy!" Voldemort yelled at Harry who was on the floor stomach first and his back severely mangled by Fenrir and shoulder dislocated by a bludgeoning spell. Harry's eyes were still not without determination and courage. He came to this forest to finish the even Tom started when he marked Harry as his equal all those years ago. He crawled to his Holly wand that was few feet away.

"I said get up you insolent brat! Get up!" He fired a Crucio and Harry spasmed and flailed as the torture curse flowed through his system. His body screamed for release but his mind and heart said no. He had to keep his promise to someone. Harry smiled thinking about her. It was stupid of him to think about someone else in this situation. But marching into sure death was stupid as well.

"This," Voldemort pointed at Harry, "Is the child who is supposed to beat me?!" He fired another Cruciatus in between Slicing and Burning hexes. Voldemort walked forward and towered Harry. He grabbed a handful of his hair and spat at his scar. "Pathetic. You are not my equal. You are beneath me. I guess Severus and Pettigrew were wrong. But nonetheless, your existence is a hindrance to my plans." Voldemort stated then slammed Harry's face towards the ground. Harry could feel the broken teeth and bloody cavern that was his mouth go numb to the pain.

"Crucio!" Voldemort said and once again Harry flailed. "I must get going. Things to do, people to kill. Maybe I'll start with that whore-of-a-veela you care so much about. Or maybe I could take her and make her a plaything for the gents here, what about it boys?" Voldemort yelled and the male deatheaters nodded. Harry was angered by this. He finally got his wand and with all the power his legs could muster, got up. Voldemort smiled. He fired off another round of Slicing and burning hexes and another crucio. it was a miracle Harry was still breathing. Harry could feel the blood dripping out of his open wound on his back and could sense that some of his ribs are broken.

"You still stand Harry? Well must say I am impressed. Is that how badly you want to see your Veela Whore? Or do you just want to die and be reunited with your slut-of-a-mother and blood traitor father?" Voldemort questioned as he bowed. "Well Tom, as much fun as it was getting beat up, I have a promise to keep. So if you don't mind rotting in hell, I need to get going." Harry smiled and bowed back. Even if his back was killing him and his words were borderline incomprehensible, he happened to smile in the face of sure demise.

As ten seconds passed the two wands connected in a stream of powerful magic that backlashed across the field and people from the castle could feel the immense energy it was radiating. Ultimately the line broke because of the weakened state of harry and voldemort got the upper hand. A dove flew over Harry's head and that was the last thing he would ever see.

"Avada Kedavra"

Headmaster Sleeping Quarters, Hogwarts

A month into term

3:19am

Harry bolted right up, sweat dripping across his face and body, heavily panting and throat dry. He looked to his left and thankfully his wife wasn't disturbed in her sleep. He lay back down and spooned his wife's sleeping form. He buried his face in the nook of her neck and inhaled Fleur's smell. It always calmed him down for some reason.

'Just a dream, just a dream...' He kept repeating. 'I beat him, I won, he's gone.' He said finally. He closed his eyes but sleep just wouldn't come. He kissed Fleur's neck and got out of bed. He put on a pair of jogging pants and a sweater. He always slept in his underwear since Dudley's pajamas never fit him. He got his Holly wand and his glasses. Carefully sneaked out of the room as to not wake up Fleur and went down towards the Great Hall.

Peering inside, he saw no one which wasn't a surprise since it was... well Harry didn't know and he forgot his phone at the room. It was early was Harry's conclusion when he gave up thinking about it. He walked to the kitchen and saw a house elf awake and staring at the moon. The elf was surprised to see someone awake and quickly hurried to assist him.

"What must Deevy do, oh great headmaster sir?" The elf said once he got near Harry who smiled. Deevy looked a lot like Dobby which brought back great memories. He cursed that he couldn't kill Bellatrix to avenge his Godfather and Dobby but it was all behind him.

"Deevy, could you make me something to eat. Preferably not too heavy but can also fill me up, please?" Deevy nodded and got straight to work. Hermione, who long since abandoned SPEW because of having read up House Elf magic found that once a house elf was without a host, they will deteriorate and die. Every one of the Purebloods she was friends with and even Harry facepalmed themselves because the smartest witch since Rowena found that out after years of denying.

After a few minutes, Deevy finished Harry's dish and popped away before Harry could thank the elf. He walked out of the kitchen and entered the Great Hall. He sat down at the Gryffindor table and began to eat his meal while thinking about his dream. Without him knowing he had his left hand holding his right shoulder, the one that was dislocated and he sighed. The scar was there and his back was riddled with scars from the mauling albeit unnoticeable. He sighed again as he finished eating his meal. The plate disappeared and he just sat there contemplating. He sensed someone. It was a sensation he acquired during the auror years he had. He scanned the room for any anomaly but couldn't find anything. 'Must've been Peeves.' He muttered to himself. He was wrong however when one of the windows broke and a child on a broom came landing in. Harry quickly cast an Arresto Momentum on the child before anything could happen. The broom shattered as it impacted the ground but the child was suspended in the air. Harry could see it was a girl, no more than a first year wearing a Hufflepuff sweatshirt.

"What in the bloody name is going on here!" Filch said as he walked in the Hall, Mrs. Norris following in. He spotted the Headmaster and quickly stopped. "Why Headmaster, I didn't know you were here. Sorry for the rude remark." Even the caretaker had to respect the power and authority Harry held.

"It's fine Argus," Harry said still levitating the girl. He waved his free hand and said Reparo. The window was fixed and so was the broom. He gently lowered Mila's body to the ground and examined her. She was breathing so it was fine. Then he felt the anomaly again, he turned around and spotted the broom, it was radiating off magic like that of a curse object.

"Argus, step away from the broom." Harry said before Filch could touch the object. He put a Protego Maxima over Mila, Agrus, and himself and studied the broom. It was definitely dark magic. 'Jinxed the broom, must be a Control spell over the broom.' Harry concluded. He happened on this certain jinx once when a case about a rampant killing car was loose in the streets of muggle london was assigned to him. Those were one of his firsts.

"Argus, go check all of the broom cabinets, mundane or flying brooms, check to see if there is anything weird about their flight mechanism. If you happen to find any, do not touch it. Understood?" Harry asked and Filch nodded and hurried off. "Nick, where are you, Nick?" Nearly Headless Nick popped out of the ground and answered.

"Here headmaster, oh is that Mila, what happened to her?"

"I'll explain later, tell all of the house ghosts to inform their head of house and my wife about meeting me at the hospital wing as soon as they can."

Nick nodded and disappeared to do the command. Harry levitated the still unconscious girl and applied multiple spell layering on the broom then levitated it too. They walked off to the Hospital wing

Hospital Wing, Hogwarts

Harry walked in the Hospital Wing the first time since the start of the Term and found no one there. 'Odd' He thought.

There was a button on the wall that read "Press for assistance." He did and Acacia came out of her room in her pajamas. She spotter the Headmaster and quickly transfigured her pajamas into acceptable working clothes.

"Is there a problem Harry?" Acacia said as she approached Harry, quickly spotting the levitated body of an unconscious girl and a broom.

"Dear me, what happened to Ms. Trankshaw?" Acacia exclaimed as she tied her red hair into a bun and prepared a bed for the girl.

"I was hoping you could tell me Acacia." Harry replied and slowly descended the girl's body on the bed. Acacia got to work quickly and performed scanning spells on the girl.

"Nothing is wrong, just some bruises and scrapes." Acacia said. After that the doors burst open to see the head of houses. Alexander carrying his sword in one hand and his wand in another, Flitwick looked groggy, Sprout's face is wet, and Constance's hair was messy. Fleur who stood behind them moved forward, her shirt was on backwards.

"Harry what is it?" Alexander asked with worry.

"Ms. Trankshaw crashed into the Hall on this broom not too long ago. But if you so wish, Pomona would you like to see your student?" Acacia answered for him and Sprout nodded. They both returned to the girl who was behind the curtains.

"Here, Constance I want your opinion on this." He levitated the broom to the group and stopped in front of the DADA professor.

"Careful, don't touch it." Harry warned, Constance nodded. She gasped and so did Flitwick.

"It's Cursed. That much is obvious." Constance said and Harry nodded. He looked at the Charms professor for his insight.

"Long range. The amount of magic it has left can still be dangerous." Flitwick added and Harry nodded. Now he turned to his wife who was the curse breaker in the group.

"Seems like its only centered on the broom. Berserk Curse is what it looks like. It makes the target act crazy, be it living or non living." Fleur said and waved her wand over the broom. It was engulfed in blue flame and the curse dissolved.

"There it is safe now." Fleur said and everyone sighed with relief. Fleur moved towards Harry and said "What are you doing in the Great Hall anyway?" Harry shrugged and Fleur slapped his chest lightly. "I'll tell you later" was the response.

"So what is it you wanted Harry?" Alexander said to the headmaster.

"If you would gather all of your students' brooms and bring them to the quidditch pitch tomorrow. We will examine all of them because there might be some more." Harry answered. They all nodded their heads.

"Strengthen yourselves. The schools will arrive in 3 days and we best not get them jinxed or we will raise an international problem." Harry said and once again everyone nodded.

"Harry we found this in one of Mila's pocket," Pomona said emerging from behind the curtains.

"We checked, it isn't cursed. It was addressed to you." Acacia added and gave Harry a soft smile.

Harry reluctantly did a spell and when it was clear he took the box, only he couldn't open it. He examined it thoroughly when he gave up that's when he heard it, a ticking sound.

His eyes were wide and so were Fleur's and Constance's. Harry quickly blasted the nearest window that was facing a cliff and threw the box out with all the strength a Seeker's arm should have and was enhanced by Alexander. It was a far throw and then it exploded. It woke the whole school and Hogsmead did too.

"Explosion near the bridge, explosion near the bridge!" Filch said running in the Hospital Wing.

"Argus, go fix the damage." Harry said annoyed. He rubbed his temple and everyone looked at him with a look of concern.

"Yes sir." Filch said and waddled back out to check on the bridge.

Harry quickly addressed the group.

"Go back to your dorm and assist the prefects on explaining what happened. I want you to leave Ms. Trankshaw out of this first until I say so, am I understood?"

He got nods and yeses.

"Good, all of you report to the Great Hall an hour early, okay?"

Once again nods and yeses. Once the Heads of Houses departed, it was only Fleur, Harry, Acacia and the sleeping Mila in the Hospital Wing. Acacia did a Reparo on the window and did another scan on Mila. Once she was content that there was no trace whatsoever of the Curse on her, she bid the Potters goodnight and went back to her room.

Fleur walked to Mila with Harry in a half hug and whispered to him "You know, she cried during the Welcoming. And it was all because of you." She turned to Harry and poked his right left chest.

"What did I do?" He whispered back.

"Save her life. And that is the best thing you could for a fan." She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Aw well, it's one of those "I have to save people" thing that I have." Harry smiled and Fleur did too. Harry applied a Protego Maxima on Mila's sleeping form and walked out hand-in-hand with Fleur. All in his mind, racing through was the idea that someone was out there to kill him. 'What is new?' he pushed the thoughts back.

Hogwarts Gardens

A month into term

4:10am

They walked in silence around the school until they reached the Gardens where they first met. Fleur led Harry to the bench and pushed him down on it. She straddled his lap and said –"Well 'Arry, it's been so long since we've been here together. Remember?"

"of course, how could I forget? Seriously though, you looked like you were about to attack me."

"So why didn't you leave?"

"Well, like I said, it was one of those "I have to save people", even if it is a beautiful Veela." He answered and kissed her on the lips which she returned gladly.

"Are you sure it wasn't because Ginny ran off with Neville?" She inquired when she broke the kiss resting her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Well, yeah. When I saw her with Neville it tore me. I really liked her. Anyway she got was coming. Neville apologized in the end so we're alright." He said stroking her back and Fleur purred.

"When a door closes, a window opens. I'm just really happy I found you." Harry said as his hands roamed Fleur's back.

"Thank Merlin that Malfoy wasn't the one my Allure grabbed. Who knows, if he came here a little early than you, he would be my husband." Harry's face contorted in a disgust face while Fleur laughed.

"Sorry love, I couldn't help it. I love you and no one else."

"Yeah I love you too." They once more kissed. It was broken, this time by a bolt of lightning crashing down the Gardens which prompted a yelp from the kissing couple.

"I'll kill whoever ruined the moment." Fleur's temple ticked and her right hand balled into a fist while her left gripped her wand tightly. The loud crash made her fall from Harry's lap onto the wet grass below.

"My, Fleur Delacour? In the Flesh?" A woman in a large hood that covered her face said. Her robes were fit that hugged her bosoms and shapely waist and long legs. She had a ring on her left thumb that looked like an Emerald and her wand was in her right hand. The woman surveyed the scene and spotter Harry.

"Harry darling!" The woman yelled and ran to Harry, ignoring the stunned Veela. She hugged Harry tightly and rained kisses on his face. Harry who was wiggling his way free couldn't get the woman to let go. Her grip was too tight.

"What is happening? Drop my husband!" Fleur shouted, her wand pointed at the woman's neck. The woman spun around, not letting go of Harry.

"Husband? Harry?" She looked to Harry who was still silent for Merlin knows what reason, to Fleur. Then Harry's face brightened. He knew who this was.

"Yes. Husband. Like married. So, Daphne, could you let go of me?" Daphne Greengrass once more looked at Harry, then back at Fleur. The Veela lowered her wand. Daphne was an ally who helped in the war. She was a close friend of Harry, which says much since Harry's Slytherin friends can be counted on one hand with fingers left over.

"But, Harry darling, you were supposed to marry me!" Daphne exclaimed. Fleur lowered Daphne's hood to reveal the beauty underneath it. Her blonde hair was a bit darker than Fleur's but it was silky like hers. He face was chiseled to perfection and her lips were kissable, Fleur had to restrain herself from doing just that. Being a Veela, Fleur was bisexual.

"Daphne, please, 'Arry cannot breathe." Daphne looked at the face of Harry which was turning blue. She quickly let the man go and he grasped for air.

"Thanks Daph." He regained his bearing and stood up and hugged Daphne tightly. Fleur didn't mind. She knew Harry was hers and no other. Harry and Daphne were just close friends.

Daphne hugged back tightly. "It's good to see you again Daphne." He let go of her and she frowned.

"How was your trip? I took you so long to get back." Harry said and Fleur nodded her head. Daphne took a seat on the bench and sighed then she smiled.

"Mexico was awesome! The Mesoamericans really knew how to wield their spirit animals." She then talked about her trip around South America to the couple who listened attentively. Daphne couldn't help but smile. She was back to her home, to Harry. But she was saddened to see that he was married. How long was she gone?

"Hey Harry darling, how long have you to gotten married?"

"About a year and a half." He answered.

"It has been that long. The Aztec's space-time pyramid is really something." The slytherin commented and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"How long did you think you were gone?"

"A week. One month the most." She answered.

"The last time we saw you was when you were arguing with Astoria during the anniversary of your parents. You were mad about her marrying so young, especially to Malfoy."

"But it's true Harry darling. I wasn't against her marrying but to Malfoy? That ferret would just drain my Family's vault."

"I guess you're right."

"What brings you here anyway?" Fleur asked then Daphne looked at her with mild hate.

"I'm here to inform you about the Tournament." She answered like it was the simplest thing to say.

Both Potters looked at each other and nodded to Daphne to proceed.

"First, I am the official game master for the tournament." She said smugly and Fleur rolled her eyes and Harry just smiled.

"Second, the challenges would be the same, with a twist." She winked and continued "I am bound by a vow that I cannot divulge the contents of the challenge." Harry sighed and Fleur once again rolled her eyes.

"As long as it doesn't teleport students to graveyard, or it doesn't resurrect a Dark Lord, its fine." Harry said.

"Yup, we got it covered. Lastly, The schools that will be participating will not just be Durmstrang, Hogwarts, and Beauxbatons." At this Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Wait, what does that mean?" Fleur asked for her husband.

"Simple. The International Confederation of Wizards ruled that the Tournament is not just for the European school, but for the world." Harry's sweat dropped like bullet and Fleur's face paled. If this was going the way they think it was going, it's not good.

"Go on."

"To put it straight. Every continent will fight for the glory of the Cup. And Hogwarts is chosen to represent Europe." Harry couldn't believe it. Once again a decision was made without his consent.

"Hogwarts for Europe, Sydney's Archaic Lyceum for Oceania, Atalntis Academy for the Truly Gifted for Antarctica, The Druidic Convention for Africa, Hanging Schools of Babylon for South America, Frost Cavern City's Mage Training Institute for North America and St. Jaune's University of Sorcery for Asia."

Harry face was pale as bone when he heard this.

"They all agreed to this? The schools?"

"Yup!" Daphne said in a cheery voice.

There was once thing the was coursing through Harry's head during the new information surfacing.

"What the FUCK?"

A/N: Comrade here, the future of this fic, I will write some inter-ethnic stereotypes viewed in our world today so please don't hate me. It won't be a harsh insult I promise. Again since I am writing an Inter-Ethnic fic, you can leave suggestions about them like how they dress or what their names will be (I explained in Archive of Our Own that I use my characters on the fly). So yeah, review if you want, I always appreciate it.