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A/N: there is only one Harry. Harry went to Hogwarts when he was Harry James Pettigrew, but he left and later on got discovered and now he attends Spellwick's as Harry Potter. The Hogwarts students aren't happy about Harry not being what they expected and Sirius Black didn't exactly help with his biased and exaggerated explanation of what happened.
"I'm afraid that we will have to draw names again for a second champion from the three remaining schools." Said Dumbledore emerging from the room. The tables were once again set up as barricades but the fight appeared to have turned playful. Stinging hexes and jelly leg jinxes flew instead of anything particularly harmful. Dumbledore gave his wand a flick and a large phoenix made of flame filed the ceiling of the great hall before exploding in a ball of light.
"I've got to admit that was pretty impressive." Said Persephone before she helped her fellow students push the table back the way it was. Soon the Great Hall was in something resembling order. Someone had stolen many people's shoes though and Ron Weasley had several ties around his head.
"As I was saying we will now three more names from the Goblet of Fire." Said Dumbledore. Once again the goblet began to glow and send out names from different schools.
"From Beaxbaton's we have Danielle Fromage." Said Dumbledore. Danielle, an older girl who looked like she could be family of Galatea's. There was polite clapping and everyone wondered if they would be next. Some people had put their names in only because their friends have put their names in.
"From Durmstange we have Ivan Astronominov!" said Dumbledore as a scrawny looking upper year with an unusually large head went to join the other champions.
"Finally from Hogwarts we have…Ron Weasley." Said Dumbledore. Ron whooped and then ran to the area with the other champions. Everyone eyed the Goblet suspiciously, what if it decided to throw out more and more names until everyone from every school was forced to participate.
"Now I will confer with our new champions while you all enjoy dinner." Said Dumbledore waving his arms. Plates of food appeared before them but they eyed the goblet like it would begin to spit out names at any second.
"Does anyone have any fears? Allergies? Untreated illnesses?" asked Portia as the rest of the champions filled in. Everyone gave her an odd look which she tried to shrug off.
"I'm scared of Spiders." Volunteered Ron. Ron had been too distracted staring at Harry to even think of why she'd be asking him this. The other champions knew that revealing this would hurt their chances of winning and said nothing.
"I'm not." Said Harry tracing patterns in the air with his wand. If he put just enough energy into it he could make them visible for a time without setting the air on fire.
"How do you do that?" asked Ron. Harry was his friend, years ago, then he met him again and insanity happened. He knew that Harry had been raised by dark wizards on some background mark and honestly he was expeting someone closer to a death eater or even Snape then this perfectly normal looking guy.
"I push just enough energy through my magical core and out of my wand to momentarily light the air but not enough to set it on fire." Said Harry
"What do you mean, push it out?" asked Rom taking his wand out. Harry shrugged and gave a demonstration. He said what he did, he didn't describe it in poetic couplets.
"Your wand is an extension of yourself by which you can harness and control your magical core." Said Harry writing his name in script. He waved his hand and then drew an elf riding a dragon.
"So, are you a dark wizard?" asked Ron. Harry gave him an 'are you serious' look.
"No…I'm just Harry." Said Harry. Portia sat down beside him, she didn't like this boy. She knew that Sirius Black was spreading mad rumors but it was the height of rudeness to ask if they were true.
"Oh, well Professor Black said that the guy who raised you was." Said Ron. Portia took offense to that, her father was supposed to be spy for Dumbledore but then he was given the choice between his friends and his family. If someone gave her the choice between her friends or her children she's probably pick her children…unless they were particularly bad children and her friends were particularly good people. Or were you supposed to always pick your children even if they were bad?
"My father only did what the great Albus Candy-Clucking Dumbledore said!" said Portia. She knew this story and she knew it to be true. At least all the time he was living as a rat, part penance and part to protect them from old Moldy-Shorts' followers, he never forgot who she was. Sirius had attempted to flirt with his own daughter. That was wrong, very wrong.
"Oi, don't ever insult Dumbeldore!" said Ron standing at his full height. Harry got up and put himself between Ron and Portia. This got everyone's attention but they decided not to get in the way. If they injured each other, their odds of winning would be greater. Cedric wanted to stop them but knew that he was outnumbered in that fight and by the other champions.
"Don't you ever insult my father!" said Portia jumping to her feet. He pulled out her wand and help it to his head. Harry pushed them away from each other.
"Portia, are you mad?" said Harry. Portia struggled against him. She couldn't cast anything because she might hit Harry. Harry didn't want them to fight because if Portia injured herself her chances of winning would be lower, also he really didn't want to get in trouble.
"Yeah, she's mad alright!" said Ron. Harry threw his weight into Ron knocking him down. Ron then turned his wand onto Harry.
"You can't fight girls you moron. Also, did you forget that the competition hasn't started yet? Then we can kick each other's arses!" said Harry. Portia made a lunge at him and Harry held her back. That was a low move, insulting Peter.
"You're just afraid that I'll beat you!" said Ron going to the other side of the room next to Cedric. He had to show school solidarity. They all spent the rest of the time with the other champion from their respective schools. Eventually Dumbledore came in and explained about the tasks, the rules, and how this tournament was about fostering international cooperation and friendship. Portia muttered something about how exactly a competition was supposed to foster cooperation and friendship.
"If this works we will have the potential for limitless energy." Said Galatea to herself as she threw a large circle in the ice below where the aurora would appear. She would only have one shot at this and she had to do it right, she had sent for her son to activate the circle in a few months-time when everything was perfect. She was going to have to break through the schism, a gap in the fabric of reality that was stressed by the earth's natural radiation, in order to harness the energy from within. The problem was that it would take massive amounts of energy for the initial opening. She had to time that part right, soon a man from another world would open the schism on his side which would make it much easier to open it on her side, and she wouldn't have to kill anybody. She would have to draw energy straight from the earth though and she hoped her son could handle it.
"Letter for you, Lady Black!" said one of her underlings handing her a heavy packet of parchment sealed with the emblem of the House of Potter.
"Oh Harry." Said Galatea as she went back to her massive tent to open it. He had taken the time to write it with a quill on parchment, not an easy task, and then send it through the actual mail and hope it made it to her. She opened it and skimmed over the declarations of love. She had made a rather large mess out of that one, that was for sure. She didn't know why she did it, maybe there was a part of her that loved him like that. There was also the part of her that wanted to be held, to be made love to, to be loved. Aside from Portia, Persephone, and Timothy Harry was all she had. Four people. In this world she had four people she could trust. Five soon. She put a hand to her mid-section. She could feel a small bump. Celeste. She read down to where he talked about the tournament. News of it hadn't reached her all the way at the north pole.
"What the bloody hell?!" exclaimed Galatea as she read about how there were now eight champions. Eight. All because the goblet had spat out his name as well as Portia's. Hmm… she sensed foul play. Most likely on Dumbledore's part. That man sure did like to stick himself into everyone's business. Well, this certainly changed her plans considerably. She'd have to resurrect Voldemort, but not by herself. The man had lots and lots of followers, she'd just have to pick one out and give him a nudge in the right direction. She'd also have to pen a letter to Addie, Harry and Portia would have to know exactly what was to become of them. She didn't lie to herself, she was going to miss whatever it was she had with Harry but it was for the greater good. Bloody hell, now she was starting to sound like the Light Lord himself, Albus Dumbledore.
"Peter, Harry and Portia are both entered in the tournament." Said Addie reading and rereading the letter several times. She checked the date at the top, this was from early September. It was almost November now. Where had this letter been?
"What?" asked Peter rushing over to the table holding a much stronger Bertie Bott. Peter went to take the letter from Addie and bumped into their latest unborn child. He read it and read it and read it again. This was no coincidence. Albus Bloody Dumbledore was playing chess with his the lives of his daughter and false son. This wasn't right.
"I think I should go up there and watch the first task." Said Addie. Peter shook his head.
"No, it's too dangerous for a woman in your condition." Said Peter. Addie didn't care how dangerous it was she was going to be there for her daughter and pseudo son.
"I don't care, I have to be there." Said Addie. She turned around to go and get herself packed. If she left soon she might make it for the first task. Peter grabbed her hands and she stopped. He pulled her in and kissed her, Bertie Bott squished in between them.
"I'm not going to lose you again, you hear me? Never again. I love you Addie." Said Peter. They separated when Bertie Bott began to cry out in protest.
"What do you prose then? We leave them to the manipulations of that man?" said Addie. Peter shook his head.
"They're not idiots Addie, they know something's up. Look, they've decided to ask Galatea for help." Said Peter. Addie scoffed.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say that Galatea was that man's daughter. After all, everyone's a pawn in her chess game." Said Addie
"Yes, but she's on our side." Said Peter. Addie clasped his hand in hers.
"So was Dumbledore." Said Addie solemnly. She hated the man and all he did to her, her husband, and now her children.
"And so is Galatea." said Peter firmly. He had faith in her. She wasn't like Sirius, she was more like Margaretta. Or maybe she was just like herself. Addie began to fish through the pile of mail.
"Speak of the devil." Said Addie handing him a thick sealed envelope form Galatea. She could have sworn that it felt cold.
"Your mother?" asked Peter playfully. Addie gave him a tap on the head with the letter and then began reading.
"Peter?"
"Yes Addie, my dear wife mother of my children?" said Peter running his hand up and down her back. Addie relaxed her shoulders. She couldn't let herself be distracted, what Galatea wrote about was important.
"It seems that Harry it quite taken with Galatea." said Addie. Peter let his hand drop to his side. What did she just say?
"Taken?" asked Peter. Galatea was older than him and married with children. Married. With. Children. Maybe he wasn't the great parent he thought he was.
"Yes, and Portia is taken with him." Said Addie. That was…odd. They had an upstanding marriage contract but they had been raised as siblings. So then it wasn't odd? Her head hurt.
"What a mess." Said Peter. Addie cocked an eyebrow. First the tournament and now this? All that was left was for Lily and James Potter to not have been dead at all. Yes, that would be an interesting development in the soap opera that was their lives. They were alive and were raising Harry's twin brother who was the real boy who lived but in a dramatic twist it was Harry who truly was the boy who lived! And he had a half elf twin sister who was the heir of all the Hogwarts founders. She needed to stop reading before bed.
"We'll, we just have to tell Harry and Portia that they are to be married." Said Addie. Peter nodded in agreement. It would save them a lot of grief in the long run.
"And Galatea will help them out in the tournament." Said Peter. Addie got a pensive look.
"We could all go together. You, me, and the children." Said Addie. Peter Looked at her like she had grown another head.
"And then we could kiss some snakes." Said Peter. Addie turned away from him.
"Peter…"
"Yes, we'll hug and kiss some poisonous snakes!" said Peter. Addie threw her hands up in frustration.
"It was only a suggestion. I meant that it would a show of solidarity if we all went to support the children." Said Addie
"And so was the snake thing." Said Peter
"Alright, how much of the dragon do you think we'll get after we slay it?" asked Portia as she sat with Harry in the competitor's tent. Harry made shushing noises, they weren't supposed to know about the dragons and they might get disqualified or something for cheating.
"Quiet! You want to get in trouble or something?" said Harry pulling her close to him. He threw his arm around her and she leaned into him. Then they were momentarily blinded.
"Remember me? Rite Skeeter, here to get yet another scoop on our youngest competitors." Said Rita Skeeter, her quick quotes quill hovering in the air.
"Weasley's our age, go bother him." Said Portia still resting herself on Harry. Rita tsked.
"He lacks a certain something…" said Rita. Portia smiled.
"Well, why don't you go bother him and see what exactly it is?" said Portia making shooing motions. Rita was undeterred. These two were the most interesting champions. One, a rich socialite and heiress to a man once believed to be dead but now know to be a filthy traitor and the other Harry Bloody Potter. And they appeared to be together. Quite the juicy scoop.
"I'd rather be over here with you two; you have much more…charisma." Said Rita. Harry still looked bored and annoyed but Portia perked up. Now all Rita had to do was reel her in.
"Well, we're fine here just awaiting this task. We hope we get good marks. We don't really care who wins, as long as our school looks good. That's all I have to say to the press." Said Portia. Rita pursed her lips. Harry though it looked like she was trying to eat them.
"Surely a fine young lady such as yourself would have something else to say? About the school maybe." Said Rita
"Well, Hogwarts is just as I remember it. Lots of people marching in tandem to the great Albus Dumbledore." Said Portia. Harry nudged her, it would do no good to say bad things about Dumbledore. Everyone loved him here.
"Oh, you are against Dumbledore?" asked Rita. Harry cut in.
"No, she's saying nothing of the sort." Said Harry. Portia finally caught on and mentally kicked herself. She didn't need to bring the hammer of the god's upon herself now.
"Hmm…quite quick to defend your girlfriend aren't you?" said Rita. Harry shook his head, he got his false mum's letter and knew that he was supposed to marry her so technically her was her fiancé. Or something. He still loved Galatea but he wanted to reenter the Pettigrew family more. And so that was what he would do.
"We don't do that, all marriages are arranged. Well, for our class anyway." Said Harry. Before Rita could continue she was chased out by Barty Crouch Sr. the task was explained by everyone seemed to already know that it was dragons. Portia almost cried out in protest when it was revealed that they would be stealing an egg from a dragon and not slaying it. Well, she decided to slay the dragon anyway. One by one the champions left the tent to face their dragon, and there were all different kinds. Hers was a two headed dragon species that was quite common in the north. They were raised for their double heart strings and meat so it was alright if she slayed it. Harry got a very Vicious Horntail. He was planning on taking the egg and running away without dying. And people did die in the competition. One of the Beauxbaton's champions was eaten, not Fluer. Something with a 'D'. they both felt sacred.
"Harry, if I die-" started Portia before Harry shushed her. If she talked like that than she would anticipate death and she would die.
"Nobody's going to die." Said Harry. Portia glared at him.
"Danielle died!" said Portia. Harry held her close.
"No one else is going to die." Said Harry. Portia buried herself into him and he held her until her turn came. He kissed her chastely because people were watching and she felt like she was walking on air. He felt like he had swallowed a lizard and it was attempting to escape. Or something. He accepted that things with Galatea could never come to fruition, her last letter made that clear, so he decided to be with Portia. After all, how many people fell in love with the first person they had ever…no, he had to keep his mind sharp for this. There were a series of explosions and the tent he was in was coated with dragon guts. A very filthy Portia came in with a bloody egg. There was stunned silence.
"I hit the dragon with a bunch of reducto maximas and a few other spells to make it come apart easier and I slayed the dragon!" said Portia, the bloody egg slipping out of her grasp and rolling on the floor. He didn't have time to help her with it because he was ushered out to face his dragon. Gross. There were dragon guts and bones everywhere. The dragon was chained back but it lunged at him. He attempted to run but slipped. He got a brilliant idea blinded the dragon. There were murmurings of dark magic. He supposed that nobody had actually thought to fight the damn things. He heard enthusiastic clapping and saw Galatea and Timothy in the stands. He was momentarily distracted and felt his back burning. They were allowed only the clothes the school provided for them and their wands. Well, there goes his disguise. In pain he ran, collected the egg, blasted a chunk out of the dragon, and ran back. He and Portia sat amongst the other champions, minus Ron Weasley who was busy having his arms and legs regrown, but were given off looks. The cream on his back helped with the pain but he eagerly awaited his final scores. He and Portia were above Fleur, the girl who died, and the other combatant from Durmstrang. Well, it could have been worse, they could have died.