I don't own, obviously. Oh and I changed the pairing of this storyby the way, I just forgot to fix it until MRDraeon reminded me. Pairing will be HPDG eventually…an im honestly a little tired of everyone making Harry the exact same when he has mysterious abilities so I decided to do something different, if you can figure it out you get a prize…okay ill stop. Heres the chapter.

There was a flash of blue flame, and a piece of parchment flew out of the Goblet and into Dumbledore's hand. Raising the slip to his eyes he let out a carefully disguised sigh as he announced the first champion.

"Durmstrang's champion will be Harry Potter!" Cheers broke out from the Slytherin tables, and also the vast majority of the females in the room. Harry sighed as he stood up, and tossed Viktor a handful of galleons, leaving his friend mouthing 'I told you so', as Harry approached the Head table, Karkaroff nodded at him, and Dumbledore ushered him into the back room of the Hall.

After a few short moments Harry heard another loud cheer, mostly from males, and he could only assume that a Beauxbatons champion had been chosen. He was correct, a few seconds after this thought crossed his mind the door opened to reveal the most attractive witch from that school, she attracted a wave of stares everywhere she went, and Harry suspected she had vampire or veela blood in her, most likely the latter. Harry shrugged to himself, time to work my magic.

Harry smiled at her, and bowed slightly, before taking her hand and placing a kiss upon it. Instead of blushing, and stuttering like most girls in her position would most likely do, the Beauxbatons champion smiled back at him, and gave him a small courtesy.

"Fleur Delacour,"

"Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you,"

"I hope you know your charms may work on other girls, but they will not on me,"

"Then perhaps I should try something else? While we broach this subject let me just say that your powers, wherever they originate from, do not affect my mind whatsoever, a ritual I underwent several weeks ago protects my mind from all outside influences," This caught Fleur by surprise. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out you're not completely human, no mere human can be born with such natural beauty that you possess,"

"Very well, I am a half veela if you must know. Though I would be interested to hear about this ritual of yours…" At that moment they were interrupted as a loud cheer broke out from inside the Great Hall, moments later the door opened yet again to reveal a tall boy wearing a large grin across his face, spotting the other two he made his way over to introduce himself.

"Hello, Cedric Diggory," He shook hands with Harry and Fleur. Fleur took it upon herself to introduce them both at the same time. "I am Fleur Delacour, and this is obviously Harry Potter," Harry nodded to Cedric before the doors opened once more and all the headmasters entered the room with two extra people whom Harry suspected were the British Ministry officials.

"Congratulations to all of you! This is Mr Barty Crouch, and I am Ludo Bagman, we will be the Ministry Officials overseeing the tournament and acting as judges during the tasks. The first task is designed to test your courage, and your daring, therefore we will not be telling you what the task is, it will take place before the entire student body on November twenty-fourth,"

A couple hours later Harry joined Viktor in their suite on the Durmstrang ship, throwing himself face first onto his bed with a sigh. Viktor raised an eyebrow at him.

"And you have been where…?" Harry looked up with irritation plastered on his face.

"I was trying to talk to a few girls," Harry mumbled. Viktor gestured for him to continue. "They were interested at first, until one of them mentioned they saw me talking to Daphne Greengrass. I don't know why, but after that the others just got really nervous and left. When I questioned the girl who brought her up, all she would say is that getting on the Ice Queen's bad side isn't safe. I talked a few more people, and apparently Daphne has never shown any interest in a guy before, and since she smiled at me, all the girls at Hogwarts think I'm marked territory, so to speak."

Viktor just started laughing, "I don't know what you're complaining about, and there are still the Beauxbatons girls. Besides, you've been with enough girls, maybe it's time you settled down for awhile," With that, Viktor stood up and walked out, "I'm going to the gym, want to spar?"Harry shrugged and joined him. As they entered the gym they noticed that Maverick had actually outdone himself this time, the main room of the room was a large space perfect for all kinds of duels, and there were a couple weapons on the wall. Exploring some more, they discovered another door, leading to a smaller room with a couple muggle training devices, and weights, along with several practice dummies and punching bags.

"Sweet, this place looks fun,"

"I'll say, lets go,"

Walking back into the main room, Viktor tossed Harry a dagger about the size of his knife, and hefted a broadsword for himself. Viktor looked at Harry until he nodded, and leaned back on his right foot before springing forward, his blade perfectly parallel to the ground pointed away from his body. As he approached Harry he slashed upwards diagonally, Harry rolled forward and to his right, as he completed the roll he swept Viktor's legs out from underneath him and leaped up with his dagger prepared to use his full body weight to stab him, but he stabbed nothing but the wooden floor. Viktor had rolled out to the side as soon as Harry jumped, and now was swinging his sword in a downward slash, Harry had to leave his dagger imbedded into the floor to avoid the attack. They continued sparring like this for another half hour, before retiring for the night as it was already quite late.

The next day Harry and Viktor were sitting with Daphne and Tracey eating breakfast when Sirius' owl flew over to Harry with a letter, Harry took it and frowned as he realized it was written in Bulgarian, Sirius only wrote letters in that form if they were private or important. In Harry and Viktor's life, nothing was private with their guardians, so that leaves one possibility left.

Harry,

I heard you got named Champion, congratulations, don't worry about keeping any secrets while you're there, Lucian and I have everything covered, the Bulgarian ministry is ready to come in if Dumbledore or Fudge try anything, which is likely. So go all out on this competition, it should be fun. Now the reason I had to write in Bulgarian is because I know you're probably sitting with your little new Slytherin diversion right?

Harry smirked and looked over at Daphne, who was in the middle of a conversation with Tracey since Harry was busy, and Viktor was reading the letter over his shoulder.

Yes well I have some bad news for you. DO NOT LEAD HER ON. This is one girl you cannot do that with, I want you to stop. Her father contacted me the day after you met her. He had some concerns about her association with us, and after a long discussion with him over you and Daphne, has decided to begin negotiations about a marriage contract. I have no idea what you did to interest her, but whatever you did left a lasting impact. The Greengrass family is very powerful, and very dangerous. I do not want to be sucked into a Blood Feud because you broke another girls heart. To that end I do not trust you to not screw it up, so I have agreed to the negotiations. I will send you a copy of the contract when it is written up, don't worry I'll make sure your happy with it. Don't bother complaining, I know you've been with as many witches as you could find at Durmstrang, its time you settled down.

Sorry kid,

Sirius

PS. Actually no I'm not, I'm loving every minute of this.

Harry was speechless as he finished the letter from Sirius. Horrified he turned to Viktor, who was trying very hard to mask his laughter, and failing. Harry started shaking.

"Well…I told you so," with that Viktor completely gave in and burst out laughing, loudly. Daphne and Tracey looked over to see what he was laughing at, and were understandably confused.

"What's so funny?" Tracey asked Viktor, who simply continued laughing as he struggled to speak.

"I have a feeling you'll be finding out soon enough," He said pointing at an owl that appeared to be approaching Daphne.

Daphne shrugged and took the letter from her family owl, Rupert. Reading through the letter her face cycled through almost every emotion possible before settling on a blush with a small grin. Harry however, was banging his head against the table. Daphne saw this and looked a little saddened, Viktor, seeing her look explained to her.

"Don't worry about it, he's not upset about it being with you, just knowing his guardian the contract will be very…interesting. Harry just is concerned that the contract will be a little…rushed,"

A few days later they were both mailed copies of the betrothal contract. Harry groaned at reading it, Daphne just appeared shocked. Viktor questioned them about it, and found out why they were acting like this. Harry and Daphne must be engaged by Daphne's fifteenth birthday, and married by her sixteenth, their marriage must be consummated the same night as the wedding, and they would have to deliver an heir by Daphne's eighteenth birthday.

"I told you he would make everything move as quickly as possible," Harry weakly told Daphne, who wasn't much better. "At least tell me your birthday isn't like next week or something?"

Daphne let out a sigh in relief "No, my birthday is actually in March, so you should have a good amount of time to plan something, because if it's not a good proposal, I'm saying no and you get to try again," Harry merely raised his eyebrow at this.

"Is that a challenge?"

Daphne did not back down from his stare, "Yeah, it is. Probably harder than anything you'll have to face in the tournament at least," Daphne gave Harry a smirk at this. "I have to go to class now, I'll see you later," With her and Tracey left the two Durmstrang students.

Harry immediately turned to Viktor, "There is no way in hell I'm letting her say no. I'm going to start planning this, now. And you're going to help me," Viktor gulped, he had only seen that look in Harry's eyes once, and the last time that happened in their third year, they both ended up suspended from Durmstrang for a month, and they earned two national records and made history for the school.

Karkaroff came found them soon afterward, they were both hunched over a piece of parchment in their suite. Dismissing his curiosity he informed them of Dumbledore's decision that for fairness, all foreign students must still attend classes during the year this way all Champions would have equal time to prepare, the Beauxbatons students had their own teachers in their large carriage, and since Durmstrang didn't, Dumbledore insisted that they attend the Hogwarts classes.

"Great, where do we have to go?" Harry started gathering up the several of the books he had brought for independent study.

"Dumbledore wants you both to attend the Gryffindor 4th year classes with them; he said a boy named Ron Weasley will assist you,"

Viktor swore, "Tracey told me Weasley was the one who insulted you the first day, we will not be associating with him in any way," Karkaroff frowned, and told them just to find a Gryffindor 4th year to follow, or borrow a copy of their schedule. During the Hogwarts student's elective classes, they were allowed to come back to the ship for independent study. Which they will both be using to help prepare Harry for the first task.

During lunchtime Harry found the bushy haired girl who was sitting next to Weasley, and sat down next to her. She greeted him overly friendly, and Harry decided he was immediately creeped out.

"I've been informed we are to attend classes with the Gryffindor 4th years, do you mind giving me a copy of the class schedule?"

"Of course, but Dumbledore would like us to show you around the school as well, our classes are normally all with the Slytherins, and he told us to bring you to our electives as well," the girl was starring at Harry hungrily as she talked. After a short time she gave Harry and Viktor a copy of their schedule, touching them both more than was needed.

"What's your name?" Harry asked finally growing irritated, especially with the part about Dumbledore.

"Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley," Ron merely grunted at Harry and Viktor in response, apparently he hadn't forgotten about the first day the Durmstrang students had come to Hogwarts.

"Alright, I'm Harry Potter, and this is Viktor Krum. Let me first be clear with something, just because Dumbledore says something, does not make it law. My brother and I will not be attending your extra classes, we have our own classes to study for, and secondly, I don't care to know more about this school, we can find our way around ourselves-" at that Viktor cut into the conversation,

"And if you keep looking at us like that I will not hesitate to file a restraining order, and please do not touch us ever again," Harry nodded with Viktor as they both got up and walked away.

On a second thought, Harry guided Viktor up to the Head table where their Headmaster was talking to Dumbledore. Karkaroff looked up at them as they approached.

"Professor Karkaroff, we both have decided that since we must attend classes here, we will simply attend the classes with our peers from Slytherin. The ones from Gryffindor make me uncomfortable," Harry explained evenly.

"I must insist that-" Dumbledore tried to take over but Karkaroff stopped him.

"Yes I must say I'm inclined to agree with you, if you are to attend classes here at least do so with those who you feel comfortable with," Karkaroff nodded at the two of them, a clear dismissal. As Harry and Viktor left they heard Dumbledore arguing with Karkaroff.

A few minutes later Harry and Viktor followed the Slytherins into the dungeons to have their first potions class at Hogwarts.

As the Potions master, Snape, swept into the room he immediately locked onto Harry and sneered.

"Well it seems Potter has decided to grace us with his presence,"

Harry just looked at him curiously, wondering why Snape still held a grudge over something that had happened over twenty years prior.

"Potion is on the board get to work,"

At the end of the hour while Harry and Viktor were finishing up their potion Snape came up behind them and give them some of his critique.

"A worthless attempt, it seems you have inherited your father's pathetic skills," Snape walked away, not expecting a comment, another thing he didn't expect was for Harry to stand up with a completely blank face.

"Potter sit down, before I make you," At this the entire class looked up, most of the class was sniggering apart from Tracey and Daphne, even Viktor was a little, that might have been because he knew what Harry was up to.

"No I don't think I will, you see I don't think you paid attention during Dumbledore's speech in the beginning of the year. If you would you should have realized by now that I do not abide by the rules of Hogwarts, I stand by the Durmstrang laws. Do you know why Durmstrang has never had any bullying incidents Professor?" Snape was about to blow up at Harry, but the look in his eyes stopped him and he resorted to shaking his head no, "The reason we do not have any bullies at our school, is because one of the Laws that is most strongly implemented is that of 'An eye for an eye'. Let me skip to the part where you should never insult me again. It means that since you insulted me and my father, I have every right to cut your tongue out and never allow you to insult someone again. Consider this your warning," Harry gathered his things, and left with Viktor following him. Viktor sent the Potions professor a smirk as he left.

Dumbledore summoned Harry to his office that night, predictably. Viktor received a tip from an anonymous student about a hint for the first task, so Harry assured Viktor he could handle the aged goat and went to his office alone. Harry was unsurprised to find Karkaroff and Snape already there.

"Mr. Potter according to Professor Snape you threatened him, is that correct?" Dumbledore asked the second he opened the door. Harry decided he did not care to dance around the subject since they couldn't touch him anyway.

"Yeah, but honestly I'd prefer to call it a warning, because if he does it again I will cut out his tongue,"

Dumbledore stood up and said in the most commanding voice he could manage, "If you assault a teacher on my school I will be forced to evict you from the grounds and you will be unable to complete the tournament,"

Harry raised his eyebrow at this and laughed.

"You really think that's going to work on me? By law I have every right to do exactly what I threatened, and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. Even if you did try, to knowingly prevent a witch or wizard from completing a magically binding contract is punishable by life in prison, or in some cases, the dementor's kiss,"

At this Karkaroff cut in, "Dumbledore you gave him the right to do so when you stated at the beginning of the year that all foreign students obey their own rules, this is one of our rules, one of the most important ones actually," he turned to Snape, "If you wish to keep your tongue, I suggest you refrain from insulting him no matter the cause," Karkaroff then turned to Harry, "You may go, if any teacher insults you, you may tear out their tongue. But keep it clean, try to refrain from using your bare hands," At this Snape and Dumbledore looked away uncomfortably, but Harry just shrugged. He left the office hearing an argument commence.

Later that night Viktor found Harry still looking over that same piece of parchment, the one they had been writing down ideas to propose to Daphne with, he poked him to get his attention.

"Hey Harry, the first task is dragons by the way," Harry looked up at him irritably,

"Okay, what about dragons? Do I have to kill one or what?"

"Nope, apparently just get an egg it's going to be guarding, not sure if it would be easier to just kill the damn thing," This was true, a dragon would do anything to protect its eggs, they have been known to fight to the death over a simple egg.

"Alright sounds easy enough, I'll just use Blood Magic and make it look easy, I don't really care if Dumbledore finds out and I don't feel like fighting a dragon,"

Viktor laughed, "Well then it looks like the only problem you have that we have to deal with is how to propose to your betrothed, no big deal right?" Harry gave him the finger.

The next two months went by painfully slow, all Harry and Viktor did was attend useless classes and learn nothing that they didn't already do. Harry continued to talk to Daphne and learn more about her as he began to become more comfortable with the idea of marrying her, he found he didn't mind anymore, she was already one of the most beautiful witches he had met, spending the rest of his days, and nights, with her sounded fairly interesting. Viktor on the other hand, had began to casually date Tracey about a month before the first task. In their spare time away from classes and their girls, Harry and Viktor trained mostly, and planned Harry's eventual proposal. He had rejected a great many ideas that he had come up with due to finding out more and more about Daphne, but he still was hardly any closer to finding the best possible plan by the time the day of the first task came.

The day of the first task was one of pleasant relaxation and also the time where Harry and Viktor were the only ones in the entire school who did not care whatsoever for the task, Viktor already knew what was going to happen and how long it would take, therefore he considered not even going to watch as it would be a waste of energy to navigate the crowds. At the last minute he decided he would go just to watch the reactions of the professors. Harry said goodbye to Daphne outside the Champions tent, Daphne had no idea what he had planned so of course she was nervous for him, but he tried to tell her not to worry.

"Harry try to come back in one piece? I'd rather not be married to a cripple the rest of my life," Daphne said as she gave him a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Daphne I'll be perfectly fine, I'll have this thing faster than you'll say yes to my proposal," Harry joked, Daphne didn't react except to tighten her grip on his neck, Harry couldn't see her face, eventually he heard a short giggle.

"Well I certainly hope so, I'd rather not have to sit in those stands for all of next month," With that Daphne gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek and walked away. Harry watched her go with a smirk, she had no idea.

Inside the champions tent all the Champions were gathered before Bagman who had a bag with him, it appeared to be smoking.

"Welcome Champions, you will all only be allowed to compete using your wands, Sorry Potter that means no dagger," Harry growled and put it on a table, planning to summon it immediately anyway, "You will each draw from this bag the creature you will have to retrieve a golden egg from, there will also be a number attached to each, this will be the order that you compete in, now, Miss Delacour you first," Fleur rolled her eyes and drew a Chinese Fireball from the bag with a number two on it, Cedric then drew a Welsh Green with a number one on it, then Harry drew a Hungarian Horntail with a three on it. No one reacted other than to look at their number. Harry shrugged and sat down, he wasn't worried at all.

While Harry waited for his turn he listened to the crowds reactions as the other champions competed against their dragon, and was no impressed. Cedric took the longest at around half an hour, and Fleur halved his time. Harry grinned, he would win this easy. When he heard his name get called out and the cannon fired off, he was still grinning.

Walking into the arena the crowd went nuts, but Harry ignored that. The Horntail was looking at him, thinking it would actually be able to fight him, it was wrong. Harry quickly send his mind down the bond with his dagger, and ran behind some cover to get his spell off. Gripping his blade like a fork Harry sliced a large cut down his wrist and began chanting as his body glowed a deep red. The people who had seen him cut himself began to scream as his blood was freely flowing, but Harry ignored them. Finishing his chant he stood up and walked out to face the dragon. As the dragon reared his head to bathe Harry in flames Harry raised his bleeding hand and a red ball of energy shot out towards the dragon and connected with its face.

Harry smirked, feeling the dragon under his will, and walked forward, commanding the dragon with his mind to back away from the egg, which it did before bowing its massive head to Harry. Harry picked up the golden egg and walked back towards where he entered, he was about to leave before he remembered he needed his score, and turned to look at the judges expectantly. The entire arena was completely silent, except for Viktor's soft chuckling. The judges eventually slowly raised their wands and each shot out a sparkling ten from each of their wands, a perfect score. Harry simply nodded to himself and walked out without giving the judges a second glance.

Sorry about the wait, I've been out of town and busy for the past few weeks. I didn't even touch my computer all of last week tbh. Read, review, and enjoy