A/N: Sorry guys for the delay. I wanted to post this chapter two days ago, but Fanfic was being all crazy, so as a reward for your patience I'am posting chapter 20 today as while as 21 AND 22.

Chapter 20

The food like always was fabulous. Ewan meet the new Ravenclaw students: Stewart, Emma, Orla, Jacob, Megan, Branden, Tiffany, Kyle, and Michael. Roger was going on and on about the World Cup, Le talked about his summer abroad, and Liam was complaining about not being at the World Cup. All and all everyone was the same.

After the food and desserts all vanished, the Headmaster stood to make in customary start-of-term speech.

"So!" he said, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give a few notices.

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked to tell you the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-Yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever bashing boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

Ewan noticed that Fred and George had a small frown on their faces because of this news. The corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched.

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

'What will I do to relieve my boredom?' thought Ewan, sadly.

The Headmaster continued over the whispering of angry students. "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy- but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts -"

The Great Hall door opened at that moment. In the door way stood a man, with scars all over his face, a fake blue eye that moved, and a wooden leg.

"Sorry, I'm late, Albus. I had some minor transportation problems." said the man.

"Not at all, Alastor."

Alastor shook Dumbledore's outstretched hand, and then sat down with the rest of the staff. Slowly he ate some food from the table. Carefully inspecting each item before placing it in his mouth, every now and then taking a swig from a flask.

"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody."

Only few people clapped, Ewan included, though he stopped quickly when he realized barely any one was clapping.

"As I was saying," continued Dumbledore,"we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my great pleasure to inform you that the Tri-wizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're JOKING!" shouted Fred Weasley from the Gryffindor table.

Everyone started laughing at that, even Dumbledore.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley, though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar…"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Er – but maybe this is not the time… no…. Where was I? Ah yes, the Tri-wizard Tournament… well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wonder freely.

"The Tri-wizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy, and Durmstrang Institute. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be the most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities – until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."

'Death toll?' Ewan thought.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament, none of which has been very successful. However, our own Departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magic Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time; no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger."

'Famous last words…' thought Ewan sarcastically.

"The Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their shortlisted contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Tri-wizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

At every house table, students were whispering with their neighbors.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Tri-wizard Cup to Hogwarts, the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, has agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students, within six months of their seventeenth birthday or older will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This-"

Dumbledore raised his voice slighting, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious –

"…is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no one under the set age limit hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you all will extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

Ewan and a new fifth year Prefect escorted the new Ravenclaw's to their common room. When he arrived in his dorm, Le, Liam, and Roger were all debating about the Tournament.

"Hey Ewan, you'll be seventeen in December! You can enter." said Roger.

"Why don't you just enter?" Ewan asked getting into his pajama pants.

"I can't won't be seventeen till April, Le won't be seventeen till June, and Liam in May, you're the only one for us sixth years!" He said.

"Well, I'm not sure if I want to enter…"

"You should." said Le, getting into his bed.

"Yeah, it will be awesome if a Ravenclaw was chosen… even more awesome if it's you though…"

"Yeah…" said Ewan pulling his covers over his body. He could almost imagine if he was selected, 'doubtful' he thought before the lights were turned off.

***

It was still wet out the next morning. There was a post for apparition lessons for students turning seventeen, Ewan was the only one for Ravenclaw to be in the class, the others had to wait till after the holidays.

Morning N.E.W.T. Potions was especially cold in the dungeons, sixth years were learning very complicated potions, followed by N.E.W.T. Charms, where they were learning non-verbal spells, something Ewan could already do.

After Charms, Ewan and Le went off to N.E.W.T. Ancient Runes. After lunch, the Ravenclaw sixth years met again for N.E.W.T. Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was defiantly Ewan's newest favorite class. Professor Moody, was somewhat strict, and had a knack for seeing things behind his head. On the very first day, Moody taught them about Unforgivable Curses, a topic Ewan had been interested in since second year.

"One of the Unforgivables curses is called the Imperius Curse. Does anyone know what this one does to its victums?" Moody asked the class.

A Gryffindor boy raised his hand, "Causes the victim to obey the commands of the caster." He said.

"Correct." Then Moody took out a frog from a jar and cast the spell. "Imperio. Many witches and wizards claimed they only did You-Know-Who's bidding because they were under the Imperius Curse."

After five minutes of watching the frog do every Moody wanted, Moody asked, "Who knows another Unforgivable?

A Slytherin boy raised his hand. With a smirk on his face he answered: "The Cruciatus Curse"

"Yes, it inflicts unbearable pain on its victims." Taking the frog in his hand he cast "Crucio." The frog made an odd noise. "The sound of pain." said Moody.

"Lastly," said Moody, placing the frog on Ewan's desk. "is Killing Curse. Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light and the frog was dead.

"Only one person in history of the magical world are known to have survived the killing curse - Harry Potter."

Ewan looked up to Moody's face. 'He knows...'

For the rest of the class, each student had the Imperius curse placed on them; they were to break from Moody's orders. It was easy after you got he hang of it.

* * *

At dinner, Ewan had just sat down with his food when he heard Malfoy loudly talking across the hall; he seemed to be reading a clipping from the Daily Prophet:

"…questions about why he had involved the Ministry in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene."

Ewan sighed, 'I'm a prefect for a reason' he thought, as he rose from his seat to go to the confrontation.

"And there's a picture, Weasley!" Malfoy said, "A picture of your parents outside their house –if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit weight, couldn't she?"

"Malfoy!" Ewan called. "People are trying to eat dinner; you don't need to be shouting for the whole hall to hear your voice, on top of that antagonizing a student! I'm taking 10 points from Slytherin. Now move on," Ewan turned to Ron and Harry. "You guys also, move it."

Ewan watched as the three boys moved to their prospective tables before going back to his. 'I swear I made Harry promise not to get into trouble. Doe's he listen? No!'

Going back to his seat, Ewan ate a few bites of dinner before shoving his plate away. Closing his eyes briefly, he saw a flash of green light. Learning about the Unforgivable is one thing, having them preformed in front of you, and casted on you, was another.

Decideing that he couldn't eat, lest he get sick, he left the Great Hall, going to the one treacher he could go to in times like this, Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master.

After being let into the classroom by the Professor, he noticed two second year Gryffindors scrubbing cauldrons. He smirked at them, remembering is first detention with Professor Snape.

"What do you want, Tyler?" said Professor Snape.

"Sir, remember when I asked you about the unforgivable curses?"

"Yes."

"Professor Moody taught them to us. He killed a frog on my desk with the Killing curse."

Professor Snape was quiet for a moment. "He didn't perform any on any students, did he?"

"The Imperius." Ewan answered. "I know they illegal sir, but Moody was an Auror..."

"That still doesn't make it right, Tyler." Snape snapped. "Keep this quiet for now. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Ewan said.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, sir. Just seeing it... knowing it killed them." said Ewan.

"Who?" asked Snape. He had been waiting for Tyler to admit outloud that he was his lover's child, since the boys frist year.

"My parents..." Ewan whispered. "James and Lily Potter."

"Ewan, they died protecting you. Your mother was... an amazing witch. The killing curse would probably have been the only thing able to kill her, she was that strong."

Ewan nodded. "I should go sir."

"Remember Tyler, I'm here when and if you need me. You are not alone."

Ewan smiled. "Thank you, sir."

***

"SPEW?" asked Ewan in the Great Hall a few days later.

"No S.P.E.W. Stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare." corrected Hermione. "I've been researching it in the library, their enslavements go back centuries.

"Have you ever met a house-elf?" he asked.

"Dobby…"

"Dobby doesn't count."

"Mr. Crouch's elf." she admitted. "you know that one we met at the World Cup?"

"Winky doesn't count either."

"Then, no."

"You should really meet them before you take actions that may affect them."

"But it will make them happier…"

"No, Hermione, it won't. House- elves need to be enslaved. Believe it or not, but they much prefer serving a family then being free, Dobby being the exception."

"I'm not giving up." Hermione said stubbornly.

Ewan smiled. "You wouldn't be Hermione if you did." He said to her before following Roger to Arithmancy. Apparition classes were coming along nicely for Ewan, some students had already splinched themselves. When Ewan entered the great hall after sending a letter to Sirius he noticed a sign on the wall:

TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT

THE DELEGATIONS FROM BEAUXBATONS AND

DURMSTRANG WILL BE ARRIVING AT 6 O'CLOCK

ON FRIDAY THE 30TH OF OCTOBER. LESSONS WILL

END A HALF HOUR EARLY.

STUDENTS WILL RETURN THEIR BAGS AND BOOKS

TO THEIR DORMITORIES AND ASSEMBLE IN FRONT

OF THE CASTLE TO GREET OUR GUESTS BEFORE

THE WELCOMING FEAST.