Chapter 4: The Revenge of the Goblet of Fire.
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The fateful minute was up and time had run out for the remaining fourth mature age champion, and their attention was drawn back to the Goblet of Fire as it went berserk and threw off the Confundus hex. The lights darkened and the Great Hall started to rumble with some ominous foreboding background music.
Once the Goblet of Fire threw off the shoddy bit of Confundus hex that had been placed on its punishment runes to drain the magic from its enchantments, it realized that it had been violated. It quickly compiled a list of all the magical signatures that had interfered with its enchantments and located its first target to have his magic terminated.
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A cold chill of dread went down Dumbledore's back as he really feared that the stories about the ability of the Goblet of Fire to actually terminate a wizard's magic could possibly be true. He cursed the stupidity of the red dunderhead, while the Great Hall fell silent with dread.
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"I didn't do it!" Harry said to Hermione and the hot pink haired Auror as they turned to look at him as the Great Hall darken. "That was so not me! Something bad always happens when Dumbledore and Voldemort try to kill me. Last time it was a whole dread of Dementors and the time before that Tom sicced his Basilisk on me."
"Of course you didn't do anything. It's not your fault, Harry. This is all Dumbledore's doing and it is all Dumbledore's fault!" Hermione agreed with Harry, and then chuckled. "A whole dread of Dementors? Only you, Harry, would need a collective noun for Dementors."
"Dementors as in plural?" The hot pink haired Auror asked and she introduced herself. "Oh, by the way Tonks is the name."
"Oh hi, Tonks. Yeah the Dementors that Fudge had surrounded Hogwarts with last year, tried to kiss me three times."
"Before his Patronus blew them all away. Must have been about a hundred of them."
"A hundred? Bloody hell, Potter!" Tonks exclaimed. "There are rumours that about a hundred Dementors didn't return to Azkaban."
"Not my fault!"
Hermione and Tonks chuckled.
"Don't worry, Hermione. There are plenty of Aurors here to handle anything." Tonks reassured Hermione.
"EXCEPT THAT THING! SWEET MERLIN, POTTER!"
"Still not my fault!"
"HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM?"
"You should have seen the Basilisk!"
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A big angry red flame violently erupted from the Goblet of Fire like a giant clenched fist and targeted the magical signature of the wizard who had placed the piece of parchment with Harry's name into the Goblet. It smashed down on the prostrate, stunned body of professor Moody, with a loud thud that shook the Great Hall as it terminated and absorbed his magic to grow stronger, while it incinerated his wands, the wooden leg, magical eye and emergency Portkeys. Dumbledore, Bagman and Percy Weasley shied back in fear, while the obnoxious toad and Snape stood there not taking any notice, still mumbling to themselves.
Then the screaming started when the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement rose up, and left behind the prostrate, de-polyjuiced, stunned, squibbed body of Barty Crouch junior.
But the first target had not been working alone, and the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement had a new powerful magical signature to add to the list of those who had interfered with the Goblet of Fire, and were marked for the termination of their magic, while Dumbledore, Bagman and Percy Weasley frantically tried to escape the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement, and bolted toward the chamber behind the teachers' table where the three other champions were waiting. Bagman and Percy Weasley were closer, ran through the door and slammed it shut in Dumbledore's face.
The headmaster was quick for his age but not quick enough and hit the door hard, crushing his nose and slowly slid down the door to crumble on the floor. Shaking himself, he promptly got up and started to desperately bash his fists against the heavy ancient oak door but it wouldn't open.
Then the terrified headmaster heard a window behind him smash; he stopped bashing the door and turned to see the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement leave the Great Hall evidently, he thought, to follow the link from the dark mark back to its source, and extract punishment on Barty junior's boss who had ordered the hit on the Goblet of Fire, while actually it was just targeting the next most powerful magical signature on its list; Babymort, as Babymort was connected to the magic of his marked Death Eaters, making him a big fat juicy magical target.
The headmaster silently cursed the boy. He had read stories about the legend of the Goblet of Fire and the punishments by the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement, and just thought they were old wives' tales. And besides he had placed his own Confundus charm on the Goblet to disable the punishment runes and drain its enchantments, so it would chose the right four champions in a very dramatic way, and no one would be in danger of losing their magic. That was one of his more brilliant ideas.
If the red dunderhead has damaged the Confundus charm he had placed on the Goblet, he feared what it would do.
If the Goblet of Fire stripped Babymort of his magic, then the dark lord would be doomed and his Death Eaters would be next. He agreed with what Severus always said, everything was all Potter's fault. If only the boy would do as he is told. The boy may have won this round but the Great Albus Dumbledore was brilliant at winning the chaos.
The headmaster knew that the appearance of an undead Death Eater's body was very bad as he had hoped to have the polyjuiced, stunned body of professor Moody moved to his office and quietly dealt with before Barty junior was exposed. He looked to see where the Longbottom boy was, only to see him heading for the Owlery. The headmaster didn't want to deal with Augusta Longbottom tonight as she was worse than Howler Molly, and delivered her howlers personally. She still blamed him for what happened to her son, Frank.
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Then Madam Bones watched as the Goblet of Fire had erupted with a big angry red flame like a giant clenched fist and smashed down on the prostrate, stunned body of professor Moody. The hall was shocked into silence as the flaming fist terminated the professor's magic. Then the fist rose up and the screaming started, while the headmaster, Bagman and a Weasley bolted for a door, abandoning the students in the Great Hall to the mercy of the Goblet of Fire. The sight of Dumbledore running into the door and then bashing on it in a desperate attempt to escape was both comical and sickening at the same time, as she and her Aurors with the remaining professors immediately put up shields to try and protect the students.
Fortunately the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement from the Goblet of Fire left the Great Hall, evidently to extract punishment on some other poor well-deserving fool.
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Babymort was not a happy little Vegemite. He hated being so powerless with only Wormtail as his amusement. The only enjoyment he got was to watch Nagini stalking the little rat. His current brilliant plan to painfully murder of his hated Nemesis Harry Potter, and resurrect himself a body based on the boy's blood, had come to its first critical point. He had enhanced his connection to the dark mark of his most faith servant so he could feel what was happening at Hogwarts. He felt the glee as Barty junior had entered the boy's name in the Goblet of Fire and the building excitement on Halloween when the fourth piece of parchment was spat out of the Goblet. Then the sudden dread that something had gone horribly wrong, followed by the glee of a Cruciatus curse. But using that curse in the Great Hall would counterproductive unless his most faith servant was using it on that old manipulative muggle loving fool.
Then nothing. His most faithful was unconscious, which would mean that the plot had been exposed and the boy was not in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Babymort screamed for Wormtail so he could practice the Cruciatus curse on him. Practicing his second most favourite curse always cheered him up. He could do it again and again as it was not as permanent as his most favourite curse. That curse usually could be only be applied once.
Then the connection to his most faithful servant started to burn as something was consuming his magical core and draining power through the link to the dark mark. Then Babymort started to fear and dread: what had the boy done this time? In his travels after Hogwarts he had heard many stories, and one was about an enchanted Goblet of Fire, and what happened to those who had tried to use it for nefarious purposes. Stories too fanciful for an up-and-coming dark lord to be concerned about. But the utter dread he felt on the link to his most faithful servant terrified him. Something wicked was coming his way, and considering who he was. It must be something very very wicked indeed.
Then the room exploded and Babymort was wrapped in flames of intense heat and pressure. The pain was unbearable and far worse than what he had felt that Halloween night when the old fool muggle lover had tricked him to attack the Mudblood and her baby. His life flashed before his eyes and he could feel the pain of every single one of his victims, only a thousand times worse. Slowly he could also feel his magical core being consumed as the flames became so intense as it sucked in a huge amount of magic from his Death Eaters through the dark mark. The all consuming heat was magnified a million times as an immense fireball erupted through the roof as he felt his ugly baby body turn to ash and then be crushed with the intense pressure as his soul anchors were ripped out by the roots, until finally his consciousness faded away with the overwhelming excruciating pain.
Voldemort was no more.
His Nemesis had discovered the power and had finally won.
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The Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement from the Goblet of Fire was travelling at the speed of light towards a dilapidated old stone and wooden mansion in the muggle village of Little Hangleton, following the trail to its next big fat juicy magical signature. It smashed through the rotting wooden walls and pounced on the ugly baby that contained the wraith of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and wrapped its fingers around it. The surge of magic from the network of dark marks caused an immense flare that erupted through the roof and blew away the top floor of the mansion in a bright flaming mushroom shaped fireball. The super overcharged fist incinerated the ugly baby as the intense heat and pressure crushed the ashes into carbon and then into a small flame red blood diamond, trapping the essence of the terminated wraith inside its own private hell of overwhelming excruciating pain as the fist stuck the diamond to the fingernail of its middle finger.
The huge snake tried to attack the flaming fist that was hurting its master just as the intense fireball erupted, and it was instantly flame grilled as the black mist came shrieking out before being sucked into the forming flame red blood diamond.
The ugly balding fat wizard tried to run but the flaming fist pounced on him and terminated his magic as the old dilapidated mansion collapsed in flames.
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Seeking more wizards and witches linked to the former ugly baby and now flame red blood diamond, the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement travelled northeast towards the next concentration of magical signatures, at a foreboding black rock called Azkaban.
The Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement triggered all the alarms as it crashed through the doors and incinerated any Dementors between it and its victims who were already on the floor in agony as their left arms were burnt black. Bellatrix Lestrange was the first to have her magic terminated, just when she could feel her dark lord so close, as the flaming fist crushed her until her eyeballs almost popped. She found the pain exquisite as her life flashed before her bulging eyes. The other Death Eaters quickly followed, although they didn't enjoy the pain as they remembered all their victims. Being made a squib in their weakened state sealed their fate, and they were all dead before the flaming fist left.
Seeking more wizards and witches linked to the flame red blood diamond, plus the wizards and witches on its list of those who had interfered with the Goblet of Fire. The Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement travelled west towards the next concentration of magical signatures to be terminated, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
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The presence of the Aurors and professors and the shield charms they had used to protect the students helped to calm them down, but they feared what would happen next as the Goblet of Fire was still erupting flames in the darken Great Hall as it continued to rumble with some ominous foreboding background music.
While the headmaster stamped his foot in frustration, he hated to lose, being checkmated, outmanoeuvred and outclassed by the boy and his witch. "Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Why oh why won't that boy just die for my Greater Good, like a good little pawn? After all that I have done to ensure he had absolutely nothing to live for! Could I have actually made a mistake?"
"No! I am Albus Dumbledore." The headmaster reminded himself of rule No: 1, as he wiped some soot from his sore nose, and collected his thoughts for the long night of planning, scheming, and manipulating. The boy won't get away that easily and miss his GGD. (Greater Good Destiny).
The headmaster straightened his robes and tried to regain a little bit of his dignity when he noticed Madam Bones standing there with a very stern angry glare, just like his disapproving great-aunt Griselda Marchbanks, and he felt like a little schoolboy caught red-handed doing something he shouldn't. But his great-aunt had never looked that angry and he wondered what he had done to upset Madam Bones so much. After it wasn't her Tri-Wizard Tournament that the boy had just ruined. Either way he knew that it will be a very very long night that he didn't have time for. A freshly squibbed, undead Death Eater would be the least of his troubles.
The headmaster smiled as he put on his game face and put the Dumbledore charm into overdrive with his twinkling eyes flashing.
When the night sky flashed into day as was lit up by a small mushroom shaped fireball in the distance, as the windows rattled, and Severus, Igor Karkaroff and the Auror that had come with the Minister's obnoxious Senior Undersecretary, Yaxley by name, screamed as they fell to the floor clutching their slowly blackening left arms. The headmaster was afraid that the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement had just terminated Tom's magic, and received a supercharge by draining the magic from the Death Eaters. He was very afraid that the fist would soon return, and worse still, he was dreading that he would be next on its agenda along with the corrupt Ministry officials. The boy had never got this close to winning before.
The headmaster wanted to run but there was nowhere to run to.
And the only person who could save him from his WDD (Well Deserved Destiny) had already left the building.
"Damn!" The headmaster cursed. He had seen enough and he acknowledged that the actions of the boy with his muggleborn witch, had completely outmanoeuvred him. He snorted to himself in disgust. "The boy and his muggleborn witch have no idea how close they came to winning. Almost a complete hat trick of a dark lord and his minions, a sort of manipulative light lord, and a corrupt Ministry of Magic. For my Greater Good, I cannot allow this to stand and there was no way I can fix this Time-Line, before that Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement returns to send me on my next great adventure."
Not for the first time the headmaster heard that dearly departed voice in his head. "Mother always warned me that I should never to play with fire. Particularly an ancient magical fire enchanted artifact that could think for itself and I could not see where it kept its brain."
The headmaster sighed. "This is a GGMELE! (A Greater Good Magical Extinction Level Event!) It was time for my fail-safe backup plan, the Omega 13 and ¾! It is just a pity I can't use my phoenix for a grand escape, that would be classic style exit, but I must not appear to be running away and abandoning the students in a time of danger. Six hours stood do it."
Once the decision was made to invoke the Omega 13 and ¾ protocol, the headmaster grew excited and was looking forward to the challenge of fixing the Time-Line for the Greater Good, with proper Machiavellian manipulations, alterations and fine-tuning. His focus would be on the redhead idiot this time and ensure he isolated the boy from the muggleborn witch. He just hoped he didn't have to go back too far to fix the Time-Line, as that would cause a branching and doom the current Time-Line.
The headmaster disillusioned himself and took out the ancient gold Time-Turner that was always around his neck. With one last look at the chaos around the Great Hall, he turned back six hours and departed from the pandemonium of the Goblet of Fire and the Flaming Red Fist of Chastisement.
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