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Chapter 6

Harry looked at each of the faces in turn, then he began to laugh. "Ha-Haa…..Lose my Magic! Bwa-Ha-HaHa…." he laughed again, "Oh, that would solve so many problems," he said wiping his eyes. Then looking around again at the group seeing they were serious, he slowly stopped.

"You're serious?" he asked.

"Absolutely," said Dumbledore, "It is a magically binding contract, for you to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. If you refuse, your magic will be bound, you will then live your life as a squib."

"A what?" Harry said looking around at the group.

"A squib, Harry," Sirius said, "Someone who has magic, but not enough to be a wizard."

"So, let me get this straight. I am being forced to compete, as you say, not participate… but compete, in a tournament I have neither heard of, or know anything about. Being held at a school I never knew existed, in a country I don't even live in, because my name was chosen by a cup and that linked me to some magical contract, that I've never read, or lose my magic…" He looked at Susan. "Is it me or does that sound like a particularly high grade of BULLSHIT!"

He then looked at Dumbledore, as Susan started to giggle. "And just how was my name entered into this farce?"

"Of that we are not particularly clear," Albus replied. "The cup was placed in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and the students were told that this was a dangerous competition, and all of those who wished to participate should consider entering carefully. Then if they chose to compete they were to place their name and school on a piece of parchment and deposit it in the cup."

"Dangerous? How dangerous could a school's sponsored event be?" asked Harry.

Sirius answered before anyone else, he had an angry look on his face and kept furiously glancing at Albus as he spoke. "Very, the last time it was held two champions were killed and the third was seriously injured, that's why the competition was stopped. For some reason it was resurrected, after not being held for 150 years."

At that Harry shook his head, then dropped it back against the wall. "Unbelievable… and I guess any student could enter?"

"Of course not my bo-" Dumbledore started.

"You call me that again, and I'll knock the holy living hell out of you," Harry said in an even tone.

"—um, No, Harry, an age line was put in place, so only those of age could compete."

"And, what age is that?" Harry said looking at the man.

"Seventeen," said the lady Headmistress.

Harry broke out in a smile, "Well there you go, not only was I not in the country, but I'm fourteen. By your own laws I'm not of age to consent. So about that phone..."

Dumbledore placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, Harry glared at the offending arm. If Albus noticed he did not pay it any heed. "I'm sorry, Harry but that is not how it works. Your name came from the cup, therefore you are bound to the contract."

Harry reached up with his left hand in a quick motion and reached over Albus's wrist and slipping two fingers inside his grip pressed down on the nerve cluster in the webbing between his four fingers and thumb then twisted. Albus's arm was flipped over so the elbow was hyper extended, he cried out in pain as he dropped to his knees and Harry stood.

"I don't care for being touched by people I don't like. You've had all the warnings you are going to get old man!" Harry then tossed the arm aside, Albus cried out again and began massaging his arm and flexing his hand.

"So, how did my name make it in this cup? And where is a copy of this contract? By god if I'll be a part of this thing unless I have to," Harry said turning to Amelia. "And I hope someone kept those slips that came from the cup. I want to see them too."

"I think that's reasonable," Sirius said, stepping between Harry and Albus. "Don't you agree?" he said looking at the man on the ground. Albus nodded. Turning he addressed Harry, "Harry can we at least get the school healer to look at you while we wait for Dumbledore to come back down?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I guess… would have been forced to the docs if the crack-up had happened on the track anyway, but I really need to get in touch with my people too."

The man smiled and said, "Tell you what, you give me the number, I'll get someplace to get in contact with them if you get checked out. Ok?"

"How by carrier pigeon?" Harry asked. "Sue said it is a long way to a phone."

"No, I'll floo to a friend, he has access to a phone."

"Well, aren't you Mr. Helpful." He rattled off the number and Sirius wrote it down as they walked to the, now repaired, champions' tent. "You'll need to talk to a man named Tannim. Say I'm alright, but the car is a total loss. Then you'll need to tell him exactly where I am, and then request and I put an big emphasis on the term, request the presence of Lady Ako at her earliest convenience, and for him to apologize for my not being able to contact her directly myself. Then please explain the situation as best you can…" he trailed off thinking for a moment.

"In all likelihood you will end up speaking with Keighvin while they get Tannim, be polite! Tell him what has happened, tell him everything is ok, and I'll be back as soon as I can… and if Shar gets on the phone… I can't help you with her, you'll need to ride out the yelling till Tannim can calm her down."

"Sounds like an interesting group," Sirius said.

"You have no idea."

Harry sat on the examining table while the woman that was introduced as Madam Pomfrey waved her wand around him, She pursed her lips as she worked.

"You seem to be in fine health Mr Potter"

"It's Harry Ma'am."

"Just some bumps and bruises, that I can attribute to your…unusual arrival," she continued. "I would normally give you something for them but it could be seen as an advantage in the competition."

He thanked her as he hopped down from the table and walked back to where the champions were told to wait. Entering he announced to the room, "Clean bill of health!"

"Excellent," said the voice of Barty Crouch as strode across the floor holding out a cloth sack. "The others have chosen their opponent, please take the remaining token, then let Mr Ollivander check your wand while the others begin!"

"Umm... how 'bout, No!" Harry replied, "I have still not looked at the contract for this event! I won't be doing anything till then!"

Barty then spoke in a hushed forceful hiss, "You will do as you are told! Your name came out of the cup therefore you will compete! The event has been delayed long enough!" he said as he thrust an object into Harry's hands. "You get the Horntail Dragon. It is the only one left, besides the first match is underway. Go see Mr. Ollivander!" He spun and walked away. As he flipped open the tent flap Harry could hear the cheers of the crowd only for them to be lost in the roar of a mighty beast.

He looked down at the animated figure in his hands, it was brown and copper with wickedly sharp looking spines on the tail that was whipping around like a cat's, its wings were large and leathery, and from a mouth filled with large jagged teeth spouted fire after every few breaths.

Harry just stared for a moment, this was to be his opponent? He looked over at the two remaining champions. "Umm…Who is this Ollivander?"

"That would be me, Mr Potter," said a man, rising from his seat. He had large blue eyes, and hair styled ala Albert Einstein. "I am a wand crafter, and have been tasked to see that all of the competitors' wands are in good working order."

Harry snorted, "Then we have a problem sir. I don't have a wand."