A/N: Third time making this damn author note because it keeps deleting.
Good lord how has two months gone by so quickly, im so sorry.
Had to delete this chapter like five times, hope you like it.
daithi4377: ok answering your questions. Harry doesn't consider the Horcruxes as a problem since they aren't an unknown and he has already done it before. Most of the problems of Harry's lack of attention is because he has a lot on his plate and its messing with him mentally. Love your theory on the problem with the mindscape. He needs permission because he's a fourth year and because McGonagall is a pain.
CoolFanfictionLover: "oops poor ced" reading that set me off and I couldn't stop laughing.
ORKCHILD: Thanks for the story but im not a slash type of person, but the fact that you gave me a story was nice thanks.
sunsethill: Don't worry, all my madness has a reason.
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Stadium Stands, November 24
"Well audience we've just got the notice that Cedric Diggory will live. Some burns and bones to heal but he'll be walking around and laughing by the end of the week. Now Mark, how do you think the judges will score?"
Tuning out the commentary he felt sick at how quickly they dismissed a Champion almost dying, but then again this tournament is known for its deaths so it really shouldn't be a surprise. Looking down, Harry started fiddling with his card. Snowflake printed on it, he wondered what it could be. It didn't take long to figure out that he was going to end up with a different dragon than last time. Going through his list of dragons that he knows Harry could only sigh. Any that he thought of were not in any way a good sign for what he was probably going to face.
In the corner of his eye Harry saw Fudge get up, and his ears tuned back into the commentary just about the same time too. "With all that in mind let's see how the Champion is going to be judged, and first up is Minister Fudge for Britain". Pointing his wand out Fudge was mumbling something, as a ribbon was coming out his wife stood and whispered something in his ear. Looking at her Fudge whispered back and shook his head. Silently laughing, Harry saw his wife give him the puppy dog face. The universal weapon against boyfriends, husbands, and guys in general. Sighing, Fudge turned his attention back on the ribbon that was aimlessly floating in the air. With a twist of the wrist the ribbon started turning till it shaped itself into an eight.
"Eight out of ten?! I call favoritism Mark!"
"Now now Temma, if you were looking you would have seen his wife talking to him. My guess is that she felt bad for the poor pretty boy."
And now the commentators true nature comes out. It'll probably be best to assume neither commentary for this section is from Britain.
"Fine, well anyways now it is Headmaster of Hogwarts Dumbledore's turn to vote." A ribbon forming to a six appeared in the middle of the stadium.
"Got a comment for that Temma?"
"I was expecting higher since it's his student but I guess some brits have ethics when it comes to voting."
From there Harry saw the both the Bulgarian minister and headmaster vote fours. Right in assuming the man next to Fleur was the French minister, he was still shocked when he was introduced as Fidis Delacour. 'Was that her father? Distant relative maybe'. Anyways, he gave Cedric a six, like Dumbledore, while the French headmistress put out a five.
Commentary voiced that the seventh judge was to be an unknown unbiased individual whose identity was to be kept secret. Whoever this person was gave him a six.
thirty-nine out of seventy, at least it was more than half, though it was being portrayed as a sad performance from the commentary box. Hearing the comments, Harry couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Bloody hell, they make it sound like he was a terrible wizard that fails in all his classes. Forget that he almost died for the entertainment of others, nooooo lets throw salt in the wound too", raising his voice a bit higher as though that'd make the commentary people here him "How about we shove you two down there with a dragon and see if you do any better". Turning to Fudge "Any way of shutting them up? I'd rather not listen to this pile of shit any longer".
Before he could comment, the entrance way towards the stairs was occupied by the Bulgarian headmaster. "Victor, come. You'll be wanted soon. I'll walk you down." Getting up, Krum left with all eyes on him. Turning his attention back to Fudge, it would seem he chose to ignore his question. Harry made sure his disappointment had shown.
Small amount of time passed before the commentary told that the second champion was about to commence. Looking Harry saw Krum walk on the default arena towards the center. As he crossed the center barrier something interesting happened. The champion glowed brown briefly.
"Well well well, it would seem that we have a cheater. To the audience that doesn't know what just happened, the reason why Viktor Krum glowed brown was because of the detection wards within the center barrier. Once it gives a brief overview of what was detected to us and all three Heads of Gaming and Sports the barrier gets rid of all detections. Looking at the list in front of me it would seem he used the speed enhancement spell, durability enhancement spell, and one other spell that is unable to be identified. I wonder if he does the same thing with Quidditch?"
While the audience all around was showing their displeasure Harry could have cared less. Speed and durability enhancement spells only gave you a small extra shove, against a dragon all you would have done was upgrade from a toothpick to a tree branch. Better but little difference in the bigger scheme of things. Sighing Harry waited for the crowed to die down.
"Getting confirmation as we speak….." Temma started "and it would seem that he is not being disqualified. Got any reason as to why that is Mark?"
"Hmmmm well I guess because since the spells have already been dispelled it doesn't matter. Besides, both detection and removal of the spells was done without the champions notice so maybe that unknown factor will be punishment enough."
Finally getting the ball rolling the arena began to change. With big and small stones all around, it really did look like a part of a mountain.
A giant hole appeared again.
Heavy claws moving across could be heard clearly.
Stomps of heavy weight getting closer.
A head pops out and Harry sucks his breath in.
The Hungarian Horntail.
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Seeing that dragon again brought back memories. Harry grabbed his shoulder where the spiked t✩ail got him and mentally relived the near death of fire and spikes.
It roared loudly and looked around, it saw Krum with a golden egg. Diving forward it slammed all its weight on the center barrier. The aftershock from the force the dragon used had the stands shaking. Unable to get to the champion the dragon roared louder in displeasure.
It was fear that flooded the spectators. The Hungarian Horntail wasn't feared for no reason. It was the most foul tempered dragon known. Though it only has spikes, the sheer force it brought when it fought had put it on the XXXX class alone. Putting it into perspective most dragons only make it to XX with an occasional XXX, the Peruvian Absconditum is classes as a XXX. The highest recorded class is a ✩XX. The ✩ equals to XXXXX.
Krum looked at the dragon without much fear. If anything he looked bored. Not taking the dragon seriously he turned its back on it and stretched. The audience had a mix of laughs and disappointment from this. The Horntail had enough and blew fire at him.
Krum didn't see it coming.
Obviously he got caught on fire, as to why Krum was shocked to being on fire Harry suspected that unknown spell that was registered was something to stop fire. He screamed and screamed and unfortunately he ran out of the barrier and was now free food for the mother dragon. In front of Krum the dragon gave a loud deathly roar which froze him (and with some small luck put out the fire on his body). He comically stared at the Horntails taloned feet and slowly worked his way to its head. Seeing the rage, he dropped both his egg and ability to control bodily functions.
The dragon poked its head at the egg and then with a side glance at Krum. Taking the small egg into the safety of its mouth, it raised itself up onto two feet and with a quick move spread its wings and gave two giant thrusts. The force both lifted the dragon and knocked Krum onto the stones as he was be propelled back. A second later the dragon returned to the whole and Krum was on the edge of the outer barrier. The cannon made a sound when Krum crawled to the other side.
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The whole thing could be summed up into one word, sad. Harry wasn't one to judge since he realized barely legal wizards with no credentials to face such creatures were up against a dangerous species, but even he had to admit that performance was…..sad was a the nicest way to put it.
Harry didn't even to bother listening to the commentators. His final score was twenty-five out of seventy. Almost everyone gave him a three just for being alive, The Bulgarian Minister and the unknown judge gave him a two, while Krum's headmaster was the only one that gave him a six.
Right after the score was announced Fleur got up and left the room without a goodbye to anyone. Harry didn't want to admit it but he was a little worried for the woman, but he knew she would at least pull through. She was somewhat athletic, good with magic, and isn't an idiot like Krum. Just remembering it made him shake his head in sad amusement.
"Harry Potter"
Hearing the voice, he knew it was male with a french accent. Turning to his left he saw Fidis tap the seat that Fleur was just sitting in. Sighing he got up and sat next to him. Harry couldn't help but think the seat was warm, and then he mentally thought Fleur's nicely shaped ass sitting where he was and nearly choked at what his mind just forced him to think.
"Are you ok Harry Potter"
"Just...fine" He got out after he could breath. "And just Harry please sir."
"Then you may call me Fidis, I know i'm old but i'd like to keep up the illusion that i'm still young" He said with a smile.
"Ok….Fidis" 'Feels weird saying that' "So what do you need from me, though I don't mind the conversation. Talking to yourself gets boring after awhile".
Fidis laughed softly at his small joke, "I did notice that, and honestly I just felt like simply having a chat is all". Nodding, Harry motioned for him to continue.
"What do you think of this competition?"
Opening his mouth "and no neutral statements please, i get enough diplomatic talk at work" and then closed it shut. Harry looked at his smiling face in small annoyance for being called out like that. 'even if he is right'.
Looking around at the other 'pompous, rich, lord, spoiled' people Harry decided to be honest but restrained with all the ears around. "it is a bit frustrating Fidis".
Shaking his head with a smile Fidis pulled his wand out and made minor movements. Putting it away he looked at Harry again with amusement. "No other ears but ours can hear, wanna try that statement again?"
Harry couldn't help but give a true smile at that. To him Fidis felt like a more elegant Sirius, just as fun but with a little more class to it. Taking a deep breath he loudly said "This tournament is being a pain in my life and the British portion is being ran by half baked over egotistical money grubbing fools" At the end of the statement he looked all around and no one was paying him any attention. Smiling he looked at Fidis, "Been holding that in for awhile?" He said. "You have no idea" With that they both laughed a good laugh, 'Yeah, Fidis feels like another Sirius' he thought.
The moment was ruined with a roar. Both turned to the arena and realized they just made it in time to watch it begin. The arena looked like something out of an apocalyptic scene; The floor was flat and mixed with ash and half warmed coal, the cracks in the ground glowed from the heat under the earth and coal. It looked like something an inner volcano would look like that was slowly coming out of dormancy. You could see ash and small flames no bigger than a firefly in the air. again, it looked like a picture out of the apocalypse.
Coming out like a snake was the Chinese Firebolt. It was red from tip to tip, the only hair it seemed to be was the six whiskers on its face but even the whiskers could be made of something other than hair so that statement could be wrong. The eyes were like a snakes with glowing yellow coloring. Its feet were curved into the sided of the body while it slithered around.
"Fidis, how well do you know Ms. Delacour?" Harry asked.
"Quite well, Why?" Without looking away from the scene in front of him he said "Will she come out better than the other two?".
Harry heard a sound but didn't know what to make of it, "Harry, relax and just watch. Youll soon find out". And with nothing else to do Harry did.