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Chapter 5

Harry followed the young woman back down toward the arena, along the way a particular song played in his head…

A wiggle when they walk, and a giggling talk.

He had to admit, with a smile to himself, it was a nice wiggle, but much to his dismay his thoughts were disturbed by the quote 'adults' still standing where they had been arguing. If it was possible they had gotten louder, and the gathering larger.

Susan did not even seem fazed by it and just walked into the middle, to approach a woman with short cropped salt and pepper hair, and something he did not think existed outside bad movies with Nazis… she wore a monocle over her right eye. Her robes were a deep red and a silver badge was high on her left breast. She struck him as a very serious woman, used to commanding respect.

She leaned close as Sue approached then stood straight with a shock and turned to look toward Harry as he was pointed out to her. He waved and gave her a silly grin.

She fixed a dour expression on her face and moved away from the throng of people, and up toward the young man who was now sitting with his back against the wall of the arena.

"My name is Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE." She presented her hand.

He stood, taking it. "Nice to meet you officer. I'm Harry. Sue said you were the one to help. I sure hope so."

"What do you need Mr. Potter?" she asked.

"It's just Harry Ma'am," he said pulling off his hat and running his hand across his hair, then scratching it vigorously and replacing the cap. "I need to get in contact with Fairgrove Industries, asap, it's in Charlotte North Carolina. Then I guess I need to report the theft of Fairgrove property, or possibly its destruction. Once that's done I'll need to figure out how to get home."

She looked at him strangely. "North Carolina? In the Colonies? asap?"

"As Soon As Possible. Yes'em, Charlotte. I imagine they will be looking for me, and my car," he replied. "A phone will do for the start. Then we can talk about what the whiskered idiot did with my car when he waved his stick at it," he continued, motioning at the old man surrounded by the crowd. "That guy... Black, said he vanished it."

She glanced over her shoulder, then shook her head. "Yes, I saw what he did." she said with a frown. "I take it, it was not yours?"

"No Ma'am. It was Fairgrove property."

"I'm sure something can be arranged," she replied.

"Ma'am, I'm not sure you understand. That was a hand built racer, the engine alone was worth a small fortune. They are going to be a little more than upset," Harry said.

"Mr. Po-"

"Harry."

She sighed at him, "Harry, if it was so important why did you bring it?"

"Why did I bring it?" he asked, getting angry, "WHY DID I BRING IT? Just before my arrival at this nut house, I was in North Carolina! Doing my damn Job! Then in a flash of light I'm here and my car is a twisted mess! Some bozo tells me I'm in Scotland… Some place that doesn't even have a God Damned Phone! Who doesn't have a phone?"

Her mind was reeling, if this was true... "You were in the Colonies, just before you arrived here?"

"YES! I was in the 'Colonies', at the test track outside Charlotte North Carolina! AND, believe you me this place looks nothing like our test track!" he yelled.

"Did you not want to be here?" she asked.

"Why, In the Hell, would I want to come here? My season only has one more race, next weekend! I'm in a tight duel for the championship! I need every second of track time I can get! And now my primary car... well it's gone!" he said waving toward the spot that the car had occupied.

"Then you do not know about the tournament?" she asked hesitantly.

"Oh for God's sake! What is with you people?" he said sitting back down, and reaching into his bag to pull out a bottle of water and take a drink, looking at the power bar again wondering if he was hungry enough to stomach it. Pulling off his hat and sunglasses and placing them to the side, he poured some water over his head and wiped his face with the sleeve of his fire suit.

Amelia watched as her niece blushed as the water coated him and his muscles flexed. When he opened his eyes she was stunned by their vibrant green color, bright as the finest jade, dazzling in the sun. He slipped the hat and glasses on with practiced ease.

"I don't really even know where here is," he said, with a sigh. "The old guy called it Hogwerts, or something, Sue said it was a school." He nodded toward the blushing girl. "The guy in the hat said something about a tournament," he motioned toward the Minister for Magic, "but I have no idea what any of you are talking about."

She kneeled down in front of him, and said, "It is what we are here for. This stadium was constructed for the first task of the Tri-Wizard Cup." Harry looked at her with a blank face. "Three schools are here to compete, each has a champion, Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts, Victor Krum from the Durmstrang Institute and Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Each was chosen to represent their school as a representative or champion, the best of what their school has to offer."

"Great, good for them. What has any of that got to do with me?" he asked.

She let out a small breath. "I'm coming to that." Taking another breath she continued. "The selection is made by a magical lottery, students that could qualify placed their name in the Tri-Wizard cup and at the Halloween feast the names were chosen. Your name was selected after the other three."

Harry just sat there and stared at her, then…"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard, and it still doesn't explain how I got here."

"When a name comes from the cup, it's considered a contract, one that binds the participants to the competition…" She let the statement trail off.

"So this 'contract' pulled me here? Five thousand plus miles to participate in a tournament I know nothing about?" Harry asked. "How was my name entered in this farce? How in Hell could I get entered into this damn thing?"

"I- We, Mr. Black, Remus Lupin, and I have no idea, but we have been looking for you for quite some time," Amelia said quietly.

"Looking for me why?" he asked. "Are you sure I'm the Harry you are looking for?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You look very much like your father, but you have your mother's eyes. I'd know those eyes anywhere," she smiled at him, "and with the cup pulling you here... It's kind of hard to ignore."

"But why would you be looking for me?" he asked. "I mean I haven't done anything that extraordinary yet."

She looked down at the ground. "Harry, that's not true. You survived an attack on your home when you were an infant, it's where that scar came from," she said pointing toward his head, at the lightning bolt shaped scar over his right eye.

"This?" he said raising his hand to touch it. He chuckled, "No, this came from the car crash that killed my parents..." He slowly dropped his hand. "Or at least that's what Vernon said." He almost spat the word.

"Vernon?" she asked.

"Yeah, Vernon and Petunia Dursley," he said with spite. "My oh so loving family. I lived with them and their bloated son Dudley, in Surrey outside of London till I was six." He leaned his head back against the wall. "Let's just say they weren't the best role models."

"From what Sirius, Mr. Black, has said Lily had a sister named Petunia. We looked for them but the only address we had was old, we could never find them," Amelia said.

Harry scoffed, "Then you couldn't have been looking too hard, last I knew they were both in prison." Amelia gasped. "When I was found in Charlotte I was not in the best of shape," Harry said quietly. "It took almost two years but they were convicted of child abuse and neglect. Lily? Was that my mother's name?" Harry looked up at a now crying Susan and Amelia's eyes were full of unshed tears.

"Yes and your father's name was James," she said in a shaken tone.

"James and Lily Potter… I wonder what they were like." Susan gathered the young man in a hug.

"They were good friends," Amelia said. "They were always there when someone needed them. I hadn't seen them since just about the time of your birth. Lily helped me get prepared to take care of Susie after her parents passed away. If I'd known…" She gathered both of them in a hug.

He smiled a lopsided grin at her over Sue's shoulder. "Could you tell me about them?" he asked as they both let go of him and dried their eyes.

"I'm sure there are a lot of people that will have stories they will be glad to tell, Ha-" She was cut off by the approaching group of people, all trying to speak to at once.

"We need to get started, people will be getting restless!" said Minister Fudge.

"We have not... the champions have yet to choose their individual obstacles for the first task, and Ollivander still needs to check Mr. Potter's wand," stated Ludo Bagman.

Sirius stepped in front of them to block their path. "First he needs to be looked at by Madam Pomfrey, he was just in a rather nasty accident."

Amelia stood and turned her rage-filled eyes at the group, raised her wand and with a quick flip the sound of a cannon rang though the arena. "You will all stop as of this moment!" she yelled. "I have spent some time speaking with Harry, while you lot argued about the same things. AGAIN!"

"Harry," she said, while turning her gaze on Dumbledore in particular, "has no knowledge of this tournament! And just prior to his appearance here, was in North Carolina. He has told me that people there will be searching for him as we spea-"

Fudge broke in, "No matter, the tournament must get underway. Take him to the champions' tent, Ollivander can check his wand there. Let us get this underway!" He turned and was immediately joined by Ludo and the blond man as they returned to their seats.

"Come along Harry, my boy," said Dumbledore, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. "We'l-"

"Get your hands off of me!" yelled Harry, pulling away. "And don't call me boy! I have no interest in your little game, and I definitely DID NOT enter my name to be a part of it!"

"But you are entered Harry," Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly tone. "You must compete."

Harry laughed out loud. "Why? Because you say so? What are you going to do if I say no? Expel me? I don't go to any of these 'schools', Hell I don't even live in this country! As far as I'm concerned this is Kidnaping! On top of wilful destruction of property!"

"You have no choice Harry, when your name was chosen it was part of a magically binding contract." He heard Susan gasp. "If you do not compete…You will lose your magic!"