Datrys (Solution: Welsh) was an ancient. HE had done his duty and served faithfully as he was created to do for centuries. No one knew that now though. They had forgotten his story as well as the tales of his creators. Datrys was once called the son of the great kings, and others called him the bringer of peace. He was a sacred chalice who held the flame of destiny. He was created by the 3 rulers of Annwvyn. These 3 as they are not spoken of today outside very select circles are Gwynn ap Nudd, Hafgan and Arawn the lords of the Tylwyth Teg, also called Fair Folk, or now to add insult to injury are referred to as faeries. To say the Fair Folk are nothing more than faeries is a good way to find yourself in a mess of trouble. The brownies, doxies, moxies and bogorts might not mind. But the selkies, the sidhe and especially the Seelie and Unseelie would be highly offended. And they are dangerous when they're not upset.
Datrys wasn't an angry creation. HE was as his name implied a peace maker. He was crafted by the kings to settle arguments and find peace between the different factions of Annwvyn. Each side would state their argument or issue and Datrys would fire giving out a written solution. Though since the Fair Folk are not all sun shine and flowers, like people today seem to think, he would often choose champions who would fight to determine which side was correct.
But over the years Datrys fell into the hands of humans. HE was in Rome for a few centuries being used to choose gladiators. That was a noble use. But now.. NOW he was being used by these... these ignorant mortals. How dare they?! To use him, HIM, to choose children to compete against each other. It was an outrage. To use children in such a way. Datrys is no fool there are those of the fair folk who eat children, but none the less that was human children not their own. You should never place children of your own kind in harms way. He felt sickened.
At first it was mild annoyance. The younglings were placing their own names and all were above age and aware of the consequences. But when that mortal dared to enter the name of a young child not even old enough to grow a beard. He became enraged. Datrys knew he would have to call out the child because he was the only entry from a fictitious fourth group. So he sat and seethed, he decided to play a trick. A trick that would be worthy of his creators.
When Datrys learned the drawing of champions was to be on Samhain, he was ecstatic. When better to call on the old magics of the world than on the day the veil between this world and the Otherworld was the thinnest.
Datrys was also calling on the castle around him. Lady Hogwarts knew just what was in her walls. She had neither the power or the capability of communication that Datrys had. She was of course created by mortals, powerful mortals but still. The Lady had tried, as she always did with her wayward children. She tried to help poor Tomas, and Severus but there is so little she can do. While in her walls those who are weary and abused are safe and cared for but out side her walls there is little she can do. She knew and was outraged at the things she had witnessed the current Headmaster do. But now she had an ally. Datrys would help her protect her flock and she would add give him access to all the secrets hidden on her walls over the years.
Together the ancient chalice and castle would show the world. Don't mess with those whom are older, more powerful, and more knowledgeable than you know.
Hermione had to push Harry forward when his name was called. Mortified he walked up, head down, and stood beside Cedric Diggory. He was so close. HE almost made it to Halloween with out anything weird happening. But that was just not his luck.
All the sudden the Goblet's blue flames turned Green, then Red, then a much lighter blue, then orange, and finally black. The black flames rose till the nearly touched the enchantment on the ceiling. The flames then fell into themselves and the goblet went silent. A strip of paper slowly fell from the ceiling into Dumbledore's hand.
He read it off. "Tread not into waters who's bottom you cannot see, for you my find yourself swimming." He looked confused until a bust of energy knocked him to his arse. When looking up he, and the rest of the hall saw the 4 champions glowing. They seemed to pulsate for a few moments, they then all rose in the air. They hung in the air for almost a minute before being gently lowered again. When they were released each staggered forward. In their place were 4 men that barred varying resemblances to the champions.
The one behind Viktor looked to be closer related to a bear than a man. HE stood as tall as Viktor, 6'3", but at least twice as wide he looked about as broad as Hagrid. His huge shoulders and massive bulk was accompanied by an equally large battle ax on his back. He was dressed in thick fir-lined armor and boots. His black hair was also unruly, and it and his beard were adorned with beads and braids. The mans jet black eyes surveyed the hall looking for threats.
The man behind Felur was the polar opposite. He was only 5'6" and rail thin. He wore a harlequin's uniform. His costume was blue, white and green. With white face paint an bright green makeup. HE looked around in shock his bright blue eyes widening and then looked a bit frightened.
Behind Cedric was an very average looking man. He was 6' with long brown hair to his shoulders that was tied back, large brown eyes behind half moon spectacles. He was neither large, slim, or muscular just average. His clothes were at least normal, being a white shirt, tan vest, and dark brown trousers, boots and robes. He was just blinking around not worried, scared or hostile.
The final man was awe inspiring. He stood an impressive 6'8" with a long black braid that fell all the way to his hips. He was build like a soldier but seemed refined like a lord. He was wearing thick black hide armor under a tunic with the Ravenclaw crest on it. He also had on a green, black and dark blue kilt and matching effects and black dragon hide boots up to his knees. He carried a staff and had a sword on his hip. His bright hazel eyes scanned over the crowd.
The whole hall was in shock. What had just happened. The man in the kilt broke the silence. Though no one in the hall understood a word the man said. This did set the bear of a man off asking his own questions in another language no one spoke. The harlequin and the bookish man said nothing. The kilt tapped his staff on the ground calling for silence. He then tapped himself, the 3 other visitors and then Harry on the head. He then waved the staff in a small circle before returning it to his side.
In a heavy highland accent he said. "Now that we can speak the same language. What in the name of the great mother is going on here?"
"I'd like to know the same thing Saxon." The bear asked.
"I am a Pict not a Saxon, Dene." He replied with a raised eyebrow.
The man glared for a moment before both formidable men broke out in laughter. "Good to know one man makes sense. What do you think happened?"
The man looked around, his eyes landing on the goblet. HE approached it carefully. "Datrys child of the kings, what have you called us here to do?" He said with a deep respectful bow. The bear like man made a choked noise in his throat at the name.
The goblet flared again. This time the warrior in the kilt took the note that was expelled. He read over it.
"What do the undying ones wish of us?" The bear asked.
"It seems these children are our descendents. We are all the 1st lords of our lines and have been sent here to offer aide to our kin. It would seem a mortal has tried to trick the child of the trickster kings and we are the price."
"Someone is foolish enough to mess with a kin's object? They are fools indeed." The bear replied. "Childe of my line what year is this and where are we?"
Viktor looked at the man is shock. He was amazed at the stock he came from. "1994, in Hogwarts castle Scotland. Sir." He replied
the 2 older men just raised eyebrows. The one in the kilt said. "And that is? Where is the King? I must speak to his majesty."
"There are no kings anymore. Not here in the British Isles." McGonagall said finally regaining her composure. Though a handsome man in very traditional highland dress was making that difficult. There was just something about a man in a kilt that fried a woman's brain.
The man seemed to become angered by this. "Then why my lady is the kings banner displayed right there?" Motioning to the Ravenclaw banner. "And why is Slytherin hanging along side it as an equal?"
"Ravenclaw and Slytherin are 2 of the four houses here." Flitwick explained. "The other two are Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. They are representative of the 4 founders of the school. Rowena Ravenclaw, Salizar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuff."
He nodded, "This must be one of the future Princesses pass times. What sort of school is this?"
"We are a magical school. The finest in the country." Dumbledore said finally regaining some ground. "I think it would be beneficial if you all introduced yourselves."
They nodded in agreement. The man in the kilt started. "I am Ignus Potter. Battle mage commander for the King. It is the 37th year of King Sigus Ravenclaw's reign. The year is 126auc" He stated while standing at attention.
"I am liege lord Dan Krum. Lord of the Farog valley. It is the 5th year of Tzar Aung. Or in Saxon terms the 23rd year of King Ditius Ravenclaw To the Romans it would be 573AD. Putting you 1200 years before me Pict." Ignus nodded in acceptance of that time line.
"I am Charles Delecore. Harlequin for King Louis the 4th. It is the year 946." HE jester said in a french accent.
"wow. I seem kind of pathetic compared to you." The bookish Diggory said with a small laugh. "I'm Mathew Diggory, Cryptographer and scribe for Lord Perciville. I was just in 1732. Part of me can't believe my line has lasted this long. For my decedent to be along side a Potter, as an equal, makes me so proud." The man looked like he was going to bust from said emotion.
"You do not know of the chalice?" Ignus asked. "Datrys chooses champions that must compete, in my time to the death, against one another to prove something."
The man gulped. "Can we withdraw? To even enter with a Potter in the running is shear stupidity. You don't send the son of a scribe against the son of a famous warrior line."
"You would have to accept the punishment." Dan told him.
"anything less than the certain death fighting one of your line would mean and I'm fine with that."
"I am descended from a coward?" Cedric asked embarrassed.
"Potter and Longbottom are both known even to my people as on there own defeating an entire Roman Legion. Can you compete with that?" Dan asked.
Cedric gulped and paled. Looking at Ignus and then Harry as if seeing them for the first time. "No sir. But Harry Potter is 3 years younger than me and likely didn't even willingly enter."
"Your dam right I didn't. I have no use for fame, glory or 1000 galeons. I have all that in doves and I don't want more." Harry said with conviction. He looked up at his ancestor for help.
"You are the trick." Was what Ignus said. "Entering a boy's into competition that should be reserved for men. It is sickening. Pitting children against one another. I will teach any of you all that I can to keep you alive. I cannot say the same for your tutors who encourage this." He turned an icy glare on the professors.
"I will aid you and aid the Peace Keeper as well Pict." Dan told him. Ignus nodded.
Charles spoke up. "I am not truly a harlequin. I am a spy for the resistance. We cannot stand the unjust tyranny of the kings any longer. I will use my skills to aid my future as well. At least it is a son you would be losing a daughter is far to valuable to let die in a silly game."
"I thought you were far too calm to really be a court jester. And you are correct a lady's life is worth the life of all our sons." Ignus told the Frenchman shaking his hand.
"I was never much good at Defense or fighting but I can aid them in keeping up with their studies. I will teach all the Runes, Arithmacy and History well up till my time I suppose." Mathew offered with a chuckle. The other men nodded in acceptance.
"Zo we are now working togezer?" Felur asked.
"Yes my young lady. We wish for our children to work together to try and survive. I am sure you will compete against one another but we will prepare you all we can." Charles said
"That would be great. I haven't got a clue what I'm doing most of the time." Harry admitted.
Ignus looked down at him. "Have you not read the ways of our clan? I placed them in the Potter vault."
"All's in my vault is money." Harry said.
Ignus looked to Flitwig and McGonagall. "Why does this boy seem to have no knowledge of my family? If we have survived this long and my sons raised their sons as I did he should know something."
"Mr. Potter's parents died when he was a year old. He lives with muggles now." Minerva told him.
"What of the Ravenclaws and Slytherins? Both families owe me. And the Longbottom's if they live there is no way they would abandon my line. It is impossible. They would lose their magic for eternity."
"You swore eternal fidelity to the Longbottom's?" Flitwick asked in shock.
"Yes. Archie and I swore our lines would always stand with each other from now until the end of all ends." Ignus replied without hesitation.
"The Ravenclaws have all died out. And the only remaining Slytherin is Voldemort." Dumbledore told them.
"Flees form death?" Charles said curiously. "Why would someone name their child that?"
"His name is Tomas Marvollo Riddle. Lord Voldemort is an anagram." Harry said. "He's a dark lord that killed my parents. And has tried to kill me."
Ignus looked over Harry. "Was his mother fine boned with a heart shaped face and brilliant eyes?" He asked the teachers.
"Yes she was." Severus admitted in a quite voice. "Why do you ask?"
Ignus ignored him and began drawing runes on the floor. He made a runic circle around Harry. When he was done he waved his staff around Harry and finally slashed his hand letting a few drops of Harry's blood hit the floor. There was a flare of magic before all the runes condensed into a small piece of paper. Which Ignus picked up read and them incinerated. All without saying a word.
"Harry a wizards blood is the most important thing he owns. Don't ever let anyone take it so freely." He warned the boy. "This Voldemort is of little threat or importance to you."
"What do you mean?" Harry shouted. "How can you say that? He killed my family, be tried to kill me." He raged showing that infamous Potter temper.
Ignus just whacked him up side the head. "He is of Slytherin blood he can no more harm you than Longbottom can. The Slytherin and Perciville families are sworn allies. To attack you is to attack himself. If this man really wishes to kill you he will be incredibly pissed off when he realizes that his very magic will stay his own hand. You say he killed your parents yet you live." Harry nodded. "Your mother was second. She is obviously the Perciville. When he killed her he killed himself."
"So what your saying is Mr. Potters scar is from the magical backlash of a broken bond?" Flitwick asked.
Ignus took Harry's head in his hands and looked at the scar. After a moment he jerked anyway and started pacing obviously fuming in anger. HE stopped after a moment and pointed at Harry. "I've seen this before. I saw it years ago during Archie and I's travels. You are accompanying me to have that dealt with. At dawn tomorrow." HE told Harry.
"I can't allow you to do that." Dumbledore said in his sage grandfatherly voice.
"I have been raised to respect my elders. But if you stand in the way of me caring for my family I will turn you into fine sand and conjure a shit storm. Am I in any way unclear?" Ignus replied in a authoritative voice filled with power.
Dumbledore for the first time in decades felt fear. He quickly shook his head no. He did not want this man as his enemy.