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 insulted.

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. To use their young to fight for the honor of a school. 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 form 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 she is nearly helpless. 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 in turn give him access to all the secrets hidden in her walls over the years. She would have her vengeance for all her lambs that had been hurt by those who swore to protect.

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. And never piss off a sentient magical object.

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"HARRY POTTER" Dumbledore called the name on the 4th piece of paper that came out of the Goblet. Hermione pushed him forward to stand on the dais with the other 3 champions. Harry gulped and looked around at all the stunned faces several were even starting to turn into angry and accusing glares. Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak again, when the Goblet lit for a 5th time. This time it was a larger piece of parchment that floated into his hands.

"Beware when crossing the Fair Folk, and Beware a woman scorned." the old man read seeming confused. That was until a burst of magic hit the 4 champions surrounding them in a golden aura. They seemed to pulse for a moment before splitting into two. One glow faded relieving the champions confused but unharmed. The other revealed a whole other kettle of fish. There were 3 people there but no one in the room had any clue who they were.

The first to speak was a 6'4" man with slightly shaggy blood red hair and Caribbean blue eyes. He had a light tan and wore a leather tunic over dragon hide boots. He was obviously carrying a hand gun in it's holster, a short sword on his other hip and a wand holster on his arm. "No. I refuse to put up with any more insanity. IF the discussions I was overseeing fall through heads are going to roll and they won't be mine that I swear." He said to the room in general throwing up his hands.

"What's wrong James?" Another beautiful red head asked. Her hair was braided down to her waist and more of a flaming red, her eyes were an icy blue. She was wearing the Beauxbaton uniform standing at a respectable 5'8".

"I was making sure Odin and Zeus don't start a war while trying to get them to negotiate a trade agreement between their worlds and one between Olympia and Earth. And just last week I had to keep Oberon from putting his foot in his mouth and insulting the head of the Seelie court. So what ever mess, what ever this is, causes is NOT. MY. FAULT." He told her obviously frustrated and over worked.

"You should calm down before you have an aneurism." the final newcomer told him. This boy was younger than the other 2 but like the others he had red hair. His was cut short and was much darker red, it was almost black. He also had black eyes instead of blue. He was 6'6" and built like Hagrid. He was broad everywhere with thick cords of muscle that matched his deep baritone perfectly.

"Excuse me children but who are you and how did you get here?" Dumbledore asked with his trade mark twinkle going full blast, even as he was cursing in his head at these unwanted interruptions.

"I am not a child. I'm 27 years old thank you every much." James said looking around. "If I were a gambler I would say Datrys had us brought here, likely with the aid of Lady Hogwarts." The goblet flickered and changed color to green indicating he was right. James nodded to it. He then gave a smile that would worry any teacher that had either the Marauders or the Weasley twins. "I am James Sirius Potter-Black, son of Lord Harry James Potter and Ginervia Weasley." HE said with a bow. Harry and Ginny both turned a spectacular shade of red.

The girl giggled. "I am Rose Weasley, daughter of William Weasley and Lady Felur Zabini nee Delacroix." She told with a curtsey, easily catching on to what her cousin was trying to do.

"Vladamir Krum. Son of Lord Viktor Krum and Consort Charles Weasley." He added with a formal stiff bow. He was also no slouch and knew that his cousins were purposely giving half truths to anger and confuse people.

"Harry would never leave someone pregnant and unmarried especially not Ginny!" Hermione shouted angrily. She might usually be a quite book worm but she had the heart of a true lion when defending her Pride.

The 3 cousins chucked at her out burst. "We have told the truth. Not the whole truth mind you. But we were brought here by the son of 2 of the universes greatest tricksters." James told her.

"Well Mr. Potter-Black you should get on with explaining yourselves." McGonagall said from the staff table.

"I am unsure my lady. I personally was snatched from a whole other planet 30 years in the future so I find myself disinclined to acquiesce to your request." James told her with a formal bow.

Rose giggled. "James some times channels his name sakes and likes to cause mischief. I, how ever, am not so slippery. My father William died during the war against the Death Eaters. He was bitten by Fenrir Greyback and then later took the Killing Curse to save his brother Fred's life. That was a week before he and Mother's wedding. Mother was already pregnant with me even though they didn't know. Mother years latter found my Dad and they married." She explained to the crowd.

"My father broke 2/3 of the bones in his body during the Quiddich World Cup." Vladamir told them. "after that he retired and worked with Uncle Harry. He met Dad and they shared a love of large dangerous creatures." He shrugged lightly after his description.

"Oh fine fine. By laws of time travel since we were seen that means we have created and alternate time line to the one we were pulled from." James said. "My mother and Dad were given love potion to make them fall in love. When they missed a dose they started to fight the potion. Once they were no longer under the influence they broke it off. Dad took me and Regulus Severus, my brother, and mother left the country to sort herself out. She is currently dating Natasha Romanov of the Avengers. Dad remarried to Theodore Nott and later Padma Patil. They have several children together."

Every one was in shock form all the information over load. To the surprise of most everyone Professor Sprout was the first to speak up. "What about Mr Diggory?" She asked indicating the spot by him that was empty.

"Cedric Diggory?" James asked looking at him. Cedric nodded. "He was murdered by Peter Petigrew during the last task of the Tri-wizard Tournament."

"James! Use a bit more tack. I know you can." Rose abolished him

"Yes I can but I don't want to. What would you have me say? You don't procreate due to the undead's inability to get it up?"

"Now your just being crude?" She said with a huff. "You should say something tactful like: You passed on long before your time."

"If you hadn't noticed we are in the Tri-wizard Tournament which means your tact could get him killed AGAIN in 8-10 months." James told her.

"James has a point. We should be blunt to prevent disaster." Vlad said with a mischievous smirk. "The fact that my father is out smarted and maneuvered by a man that spent 6 years in Azkaban then 7 years under imperious sounds terrible any way you phrase it."

"Add to the fact he was bat shit crazy before prison and that makes your family seem laughable." James told them.

"Yes and uncle Harry tried everything outside of sitting at the entrance to the third task to lose and still ended up winning." Rose added. "My mother didn't really have a fighting chance. She is a fire based creature in an outdoor tournament in the middle of a Scottish highland winter."

"Yes but she is the best of Beauxbaton that entered. The true best and brightest of the school refused to compete." Vlad added.

"The brightest student at Beauxbaton in father's time is a half werewolf, half muggle. She would have been drawn and quartered if she so much as thought of coming to a bigoted backward country like Britain." James informed them.

"How do you know that off the top of your head?" Ron asked out loud.

"I have an eidetic memory and am a genius. Regardless of what his test scores and the rumor mill says Harry Potter is the smartest student in this school. IF he were to apply himself he would easily fight Aunt Hermione for top score. My mother is second in her year right behind Aunt Luna. My mum, Padma, and my Papa, Theo, were top 5 all 7 years of school. Even when there was a war going on and ¾ of the school was destroyed." James explained.

"And it's your job to know everything about everything." Rose added.

"That too." He shrugged.

"What does she mean Mr. Potter-Black?" McGonagall asked them.

"I'm a negotiator with SHIELD and British Intelligence. I am called in when a delicate situation needs to be dealt with. Such as when Odin king of Asgard has a hissy fit because Thor and Loki want to spend an Asgardian holiday on Earth with their friends. Or when Thor and Dyanisus have a drinking contest and then think it's fun to play with the lives of 'Those puny mortals.' I kid you not I have the worst job ever. I would trade with Coulson any day. I'll babysit Earth's mightiest heroes and he can watch the rest of the freaking universe." James ranted.

"You have to forgive James he's had a very stressful few weeks and when he's off planet he doesn't get laid and a horny James is an angry James." Rose told them calmly. Though there were a lot of people blushing.

"So you try having the most mind blowing sex then have to do without for weeks at a time. It sucks." He whined.

"Yes and blows too." Vlad added with a smirk. The Weasley twins bust our laughing.

"Boys." Rose said with a sigh.

"You don't seem anything like I would expect Mr. Krum's child to be like." Hermione said to the laughing boy.

"2 Reasons for that." James replied. "one you don't know the real Viktor Krum."

"And Forge are my favorite uncles." Vlad added with that look the twins often get when planning a massive prank.