Harry absently scratched at his notebook as the train moved forwards. The notebook was a regular coiled one and he was writing with a blue muggle pen. Muggle writing things were some much better then magical ones. His note taking was interrupted as George and Fred Weasely slipped into his compartment. They gave him wide grins.
"Hey Harry!"
Harry nodded to them. They gave twin grins.
"Want some candy?" they asked innocently holding out what looked like taffy.
Harry peered at it.
"No thank you."
They pouted.
"We've been working all summer-"
"-On new prank items."
"These are our tongue toffees!-"
"-They make your tongue grow."
Harry nodded idly, still writing in his notebooks. The twins cast it curious looks but shrugged it off.
"We want to open a joke shop-"
"-But mom say's we can't."
"We're going to anyways though.-"
"-Yeah. It's our dream.-"
"We just need to raise the funds.-"
"-We've been working in Diagon in the summer-"
"-But it'll still take a while."
Harry nodded again and they started to rant on their pranks.
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Harry brushed his hands through his bangs, plans flying through his head. Hmm. The Triwizard tournament. He frowned. He had no interest in joining though. He could easily bend the wards around the goblet but saw no need too. The prospect of Drumstrang and Beauxbatons students coming was quite interesting. Moody was also interesting. There was something off about him though. He shrugged mentally. Harry then rose with the rest of the students as the headmaster dismissed them. Ten minutes till curfew. Just enough time to get to the library, get the books he wanted, and get back to his room. He gave a small smirk, unseen by all but a few.
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Harry gazed calmly at Dumbledore. McGonagall and Snape sat beside the headmaster.
"I offer you my condolences Harry." Dumbledore said sadly.
"For what?" Harry asked.
"For the murder of your relatives."
Harry gave the man a confused face.
"They're dead?"
Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at him in surprise.
"Yes. They were murdered in the middle of August." McGonagall spluttered.
"Oh."
"We'll help you get a new guardian my boy. Were you at a muggle camp or off with a friend for the end of August?"
Harry shook his head.
"No. I was with my guardian."
They blinked in surprise.
"They were murdered Mr. Potter." McGonagall said softly, as if he were just in shock.
"No he wasn't. My guardian, D, is very much alive. I talked with him before boarding the train."
"D?" Dumbledore question in confusion.
"My guardian. He's been my guardian since the end of my first year."
They gave him surprised looks.
"How did he become your guardian?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"The Dursely's signed the legal documents to make him my guardian."
"But why?"
Harry gave a shrug.
"I hated the Durselys, and the Durselys hated me."
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"I'm sure you'll get to meet my guardian when the first competition starts. As anyone can come to watch the main events he'll be coming to watch them."
More silence.
"Professor Snape, could you please take Harry back to his dorms." Dumbledore said softly.
Snape gave a curt nod.
"I hope you're happy, Harry. And have a good year." Dumbledore smiled sincerely.
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He sensed their approach before they came with in view. He could feel the magic coming from the sky and some from the lake. True to his senses a moment later a huge carriage came out of the sky led by equally large winged horses. He listened to the students around him 'ooh' and 'awe' as he looked the carriage over. When the door opened a large woman stepped out making many people gasp and whisper. Madam Maxine, headmistress of Beauxbaton. The students, as he could see, were all female. They were dressed in light blue uniforms which looked to thin for the autumn air. His eyes fell on a blonde girl. She looked very similar to Gabrielle. Possibly a relative? Hmmm.
As the Beauxbaton students were directed inside Harry turned to watch the lake. Hermione and Blaise next to him did the same thing seeing his example. A minute later huge ripples spread out as a ghost like ship plunged from the water, dripping with water in an eerie way. The ship had a gloomy dark air about it as it floated silently to the shore. A large gang plank was dropped to the ground and Drumstrang students filed from the boat. They were all male. Hmm. So Drumstrang was all boys and Beauxbaton was all females. Interesting.
"I'll never figure out how you knew it was coming from the lake." Hermione bit out huffing as she gazed at the new school.
Harry gave a soft tittering laugh. His eyes were soon pulled to a familiar face. Victor Krum. He had deep brown hair and a muscular build. He wasn't very handsome, but in his own way he was attractive. Another person who drew his attention was the headmaster of Drumstrang; Igor Karkaroff. Harry found him attractive in a dark way. He had dark brown hair sprinkled with greu, dark eyes, and a dark grey goatee. He was tall with a powerful build. He looked only thirty or so. Quite young compared to Dumbledore's hundred and fifty. As if the man could tell he was watching, he turned his head slightly and their eyes met. The man's eyes flickered with something as they gazed at him. Then the man was greeting Dumbledore and they were heading into the school.
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Harry gazed around the hall mentally deciding where to sit. Breakfast had already started and most of the students where eating and chatting. He smiled slightly at the foreign foods placed at the tables. Harry then strode to the Slytherin table. Hermione was for once sitting at the Gryffindor table and not at the Slytherin. Probably because the Drumstrang students sitting at the Slytherin table took up a lot of the room.
As he headed for the Slytherin tables, the Slytherins eyed him warily. He finally sat down at an empty seat. He hadn't spotted Blaise. As soon as he was sitting all the Slytherins scooted back giving him a four foot radius on every side, not caring that they were quite squished. Many of the foreign students paused to stare at this behavior. (I Am Horrible At Accents To Let You Know).
"Vhy are you avoiding him?" One Drumstrang said, not bothering to be quiet.
"That's Harry Potter." One student whispered.
"The famous one?" another kid asked.
The Slytherins nodded.
"Then vhy avoid him?'
"Because they fear me." Harry said leaning over the table and propping his head on his elbow, biting into an apple.
"Vhy?" Victor Krum asked.
Harry's smirk stretched his lips just slightly as he gazed into Victor's eyes, his own eyes swirling with his power. Victor licked his lips nervously and shifted under his gaze, feeling ready to shrink back. Then Ne poked his head from Harry's shirt.
:I sssmell food.: He hissed happily.
:What do you want?: Harry asked, eyes never leaving Victors as he hissed to the snake.
Some students cringed back at the parseltongue, some looked fascinated. When the snake slid from his shirt onto the table to grab some food kids slid even farther away. Ne hissed a laugh at a Drumstrang student across from him and the kid leaned back.
:Don't ssscare them.: Harry tsked.
The snake gave another laugh as it grabbed some meat and slid back to him, swallowing his meal.
:I am off to hunt. Ratsss are better then your food.:
Harry gave a nod and the snake dropped to the floor, slithering off. Kids quickly lifted their legs and avoided it. Harry just smirked at the cautious looks.
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Harry frowned down at the paper. On the third page was a picture of him at the quidditch cup grounds throwing a fire ball at a Death Eater. How had someone taken that it the chaos?
'HARRY POTTER FIRE ELEMENTIST?'
Facts recently gained show that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived is a fire elementists. Elementists as you know are people who have control over one element; Earth being the most popular, then Water, Wind, and Fire being the rarest. Control varies from person to person. Some people can only do small things like light a small flame without a wand and are barely classified as elementists. Elementists as some know, do not have to be magical either. In fact there are more non-magical elementists then there are magical ones as it takes a great deal of power to control both an element and magic. During the Quidditch Cup a group of wizards were saved by our own Harry Potter, who showed a high level of control over fire, using white hot flames, good aim, and a large amount of fire. Not many know but the last fire elementist was alive four hundred years ago (unless some haven't stepped forwards) and he only had enough power to make fireballs as large as a fist and throw them only up to twenty feet, which was a great amount of power and control. If Mr. Potter has more power and control then this he could be the strongest fire elementist in a thousand years.
It went on to list other fire elementists in the last ten centuries and their power. It also aimed a bunch of questions at him.
He found all the mutters in the great hall now about him. He quenched any doubts or further rumours he threw a large fire ball into the air. It morphed into the shape of a bird and few around the room before vanishing in a plume of smoke. People burst out in chatter as he got shocked stares from a large amount of the hall. He ignored them and bit into his potato.
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Harry watched as the Drumstrang students stepped up to the goblet and threw their names in, the slight applause from everyone destroying the silence. As they finished Harry stared at the blue flames. He may be able to create magical flames like those if he knew what it was made of exactly. He stood gaining no attention. He did gain attention as he crossed past the age line with no regard for the magic and reached a hand into the flames.
People were left gaping as he left with a handful of the blue fire hovering above his palm. He ignored them in favour of studying the flame. It was a magical flame designed to burn only paper and for effect. The cup was the item that did all the magical work. Harry headed for his rooms to put his sample in a jar and study it closer.
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He watched the goblet light up and burn blue. A piece of paper was thrown into the air where it fluttered down to Dumbledore's hand.
"Fleur Delacour!"
The blonde girl similar to Gabrielle, and now known as a relative hopped up smiling as he school cheered her on. She headed to the back room with the headmistress and a second piece of paper was spat out.
"Victor Krum!"
Cheers rang out as the boy hurried to the door with Karkaroff. The third piece of paper was spit out soon after.
"Cedric Diggory!"
Cheers rang out even louder as the boy grinned and strode to the door.
"Now-"
Dumbledore was cut off as the fire bloomed blue again and a fourth piece of paper floated to his hand. Everyone whispered quietly in shock as the teachers watched in surprise.
"Harry Potter!"
Did Dumbledore just call him? ...Someone was going to die. He stood calmly, gazing around the room with an absolutely blank face, though his eyes glowed slightly.
"Who entered me?" He asked in a deadly voice.
Everyone in the hall fell silent staring at him with wide eyes as he slid his eyes over the tables. No one answered though. Fearful, jealous, and hateful gazes were turned to him.
"Mr. Potter, please come along." Dumbledore said softly.
Harry walked down the isles to the front of the room, every eye following him. Ne hissed unhappily from his shoulder, spitting at people in a deadly way to show his anger. Harry entered the room with the champions and they silenced.
"What ez it?" Fleur asked. "Are we to come back out?"
Ludo Bagman came practically skipping in.
"Never has there been a fourth champion!"
Silence as they comprehended it.
"What?!" Madam Maxine yelled. "B-but there is already a Hogwarts champion! This is unfair!"
"I agree with her." Karkaroff said in a quiet yet harsh tone.
"Harry, can you tell me why you entered?" Dumbledore coaxed.
"I did not enter myself." Harry said simply.
"You can not say you do not have the power to force the wards to let you enter though." Snape said.
"I do have the power to do that. But I did not enter myself." Harry said.
"Liar!" Fleur said.
Harry turned a deadly calm as he straightened, eyes piercing into Fleur.
"I, Miss Delacour, am not lying." He said narrowing his eyes just slightly. "And when I find who entered me I shall get my answers into 'why'."
No one doubted him in that moment.
"Possibly to kill you." Moody said gruffly. "This tournament is dangerous. To enter someone with out enough experience could easily kill them."
Silence rang out.
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When Blaise and Hermione entered the room Harry was sitting in an armchair, birds of fire filling the room, flying in large circles. They ducked under the fiery birds and plopped down on the love chair. Harry starred into the fire place, eyes clouded by thought.
"We believe you didn't enter yourself Harry." Hermione blurted out. "We know if you did you would be open about it. And you didn't even appear interested anyways…though you never really show emotion."
Harry gave an idle nod.
"I know who entered me."
A moment of surprised silence.
"Who?" Hermione pounced.
Harry gave the lightest of frowns.
"I won't reveal who yet."
She pouted but sat down anyways. Harry let plans and schemes dart though his head, half gone before he even comprehended them. Slowly a smirk settled on his lips.
"This may be enjoyable."
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End of Chapter 30.