Harry Potter: Otherworld

Perspectives

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I will keep a running list of male to female names as characters are introduced at the end of each chapter.

***HP:O ***

There were many reasons Harry had been dreading their fourth year. With how the other three had gone he was almost certain something would happen, and likely something involving a certain tournament and perhaps even dragons.

He had out flown one once, and it had been by the skin of his teeth with several years of experience. Now he was out of practice and without a Firebolt. Then there were the other possible tasks all leading up to his own memories of a Dark Lord rising from a cauldron and having to duel his way out of a seemingly impossible position.

And unless Riddle went full homicidal maniac in the next handful of months it meant he had virtually no idea of who would possibly want him dead.

Again, assuming the Tournament was the primary issue with the year.

Maybe it would be something different, maybe it wouldn't be as bad… maybe it would be worse.

Still, he had done what he could and was preparing how he might. It was a waiting game now, and he had to wait and see what exactly would happen. Still, it would be nice to see Krum, assuming he was still a male, and Fleur again.

The thought froze him mid-step. What were Veela like in a universe where the male population was considerably smaller?

He hadn't seen any Veela at the World Cup over the summer, which was odd enough but not pressing at the time for him to put serious thought towards. Still, it did make an unfortunate amount of sense. Fleur had been gawked and stared at from what he could recall, but without men being the way they were in his own world such things wouldn't be common.

Perhaps that meant they were even more despised than before, especially if they drew wizards in with almost hypnotic abilities. With male attention in high demand such a thing probably wouldn't be viewed very kindly.

With such thoughts he considered the other participant, Victor Krum. Was there another school which allowed boys? If so, did it have Quidditch and allow wizards to play?

He would find out soon enough, more than likely, and with a sigh he stepped off the train and made his way towards the carriages which would take them to Hogwarts, allowing himself to hope that the year might be a little more peaceful than he predicted it would be.

***HP:O ***

There was to be an announcement at the feast that night, which was strange considering none of the staff had been let on to what it was concerning exactly. Surely, Dumbledore wouldn't be announcing retirement in such a ridiculous manner even with her advancing age.

Riddle frowned as she made her way down the passage, perhaps it was something from the Minister? Another attempt to save her failing political career through outlandish, and poorly conceived, methods? It was far more likely, but if it were the case why not let them know? It wasn't as if an emergency staff meeting was unheard of, even on the first evening back.

The hall was packed as she strode in and took her seat. There was a moment where she debated looking for her apprentice but rather than trying to search the room, she opted to speak with him after the meal.

After the sorting Dumbledore stood and drew attention to herself. "Quiet down for a moment, I have a few announcements to make. Firstly, Hogsmeade access will once more remain available for students third year or older. Second, the Quidditch House cup will be suspended for this year." Her words immediately had the effect of sending outrage through the students, and even some of the professors Grace noted, before a raising of her hands silenced the room once more. "The reason for this is to focus attention onto my third, and final announcement."

Here, Augustina paused and glanced out into the crowd of students. Following her eyes Grace realized she was staring directly at Harry.

"It has been decided that Hogwarts would be hosting The Tri-Witch Tournament."

The Headmistress, Grace noted, wasn't celebrating or excited like the students and even the staff. No, there was something almost apologetic in the way she said those words, in the way she held a certain boy's attention.

But why? Her mother's voice rang through her mind despite her best intentions to ignore it, "Mark my words, this coming year he will, once more, be the center of attention despite pretending not to want it."

Was this the same? Had Dumbledore struck some sort of agreement with his parents, maybe even with him as well, to further his political career? It certainly would make sense how much the Minister undoubtedly owed his family.

How easy it would be for someone to manipulate the situation for their best interest, a career in politics, fame, fortune, and more.

For a Gryffindor, such as his parents, such a thing would be unlikely, but Harry had been sorted into Slytherin for a reason…

No, no she was just letting the old woman manipulate her as always. Riddle shook her head, even with the Tournament being announced it didn't mean anything. Maybe Harry had just warned Dumbledore about it ahead of time, although he had never mentioned such a thing to her.

Still, it wasn't something to worry about or ponder, at least not yet.

***HP:O ***

"Harry, wait behind for a moment please."

She could see the urge to keep walking, to ignore her, or maybe even tell her where to shove her opinions and 'aid'. Augustina certainly wouldn't blame him for either response.

"I know you're upset but…"

Harry merely shook his head, frustration obvious on his face, "Just another year. Even when I give warnings nothing changes, nothing is done, and as always it won't be you who must deal with the consequences or suffers for your decisions. No, it'll be teenagers and children again."

She wanted to argue, wanted to say things would be different this time, but considering how the past years had gone…

"I'm tired of this Headmistress, tired of fighting, tired of everything being dropped on me unless I stand aside and let everyone get hurt."

His words focused her attention, and for the first time she could see it. Harry looked old, what she imagined a retired soldier would be after decades of combat. It was horrible, awful, and she wanted nothing more than to tell him everything would be okay, to make everything okay and protect him.

But deep down she had the dreadful feeling he was right, and she had no way to truly get him out of what might be coming. "I'll do everything I can to keep you out of it." She suddenly promised, unsure if that was what concerned him but assuming it was. "Wards, rules for the Goblet, we can even have a constant monitoring spell and…"

"It won't matter." He replied sullenly, staring off into the distance, likely remembering his own life, when he had already done this same thing before. "It didn't matter before, didn't matter how much I prepared, how much I tried to stop what was coming. It came anyway, in the end it is coming."

The lights seemed to flicker, seemed to dim, and a sense of terrible foreboding fell upon them until the boy took a step, before another and soon the elderly woman was left alone with her own thoughts and worries.

***HP:O ***

While she was not quite as focused or deductive as others in her house, Daphne considered herself a decent judge of moods and intentions behind them. Case in point, the situation taking place in the Slytherin common room.

The announcement concerning the Tri-Witch Tournament had been shocking, and with rumors now beginning to circulate it was only a matter of time until the school became consumed by the excitement and speculation.

Some were not as happy about the decision as others, and it was very apparent both their Head of House and resident prodigy were members of this secondary group. The moment in which the doorway had sealed Riddle had called a meeting, usual for the first evening of Hogwarts.

"Despite the Tournament being open to anyone of age I want anyone eligible to think long and hard before they throw their name into that cup. The Tri-Witch Tournament has a very bloody past, a past which led it to being outright banned for centuries. It is not for the faint of heart, nor anyone who doubts their skills or is willing to risk anything less than their very life for fame and fortune."

Those words undoubtedly had their desired effect, as several of the seventh years flushed red with embarrassment or turned their eyes to the ground, clearly feeling called out and not quite having what it would take to go through with such a thing.

But Daphne's attention was on the professor herself, and the fact of her own gaze being focused on their resident celebrity.

Harry Potter.

He had been involved in every single confrontation or calamity since their arrival. At least contributing to the capture of a dangerous thief in their first year, although the details of such a thing remained shrouded. Then something happened during their second, something which sent him to the Mediward longer than all the other petrification victims, something which seemed to follow him and Riddle herself like an ominous cloud, striking at those closest to them. As for the previous year? Well, no one could deny his actions, especially when so many had borne witness to him on the train, heard the reports following the outing at Hogsmeade, and read what Aurors and reporters and written about the final confrontation with the beasts.

Add into all this his own willingness to help others and… well it wasn't hard to connect the dots. Perhaps Harry was thinking about entering, perhaps he wanted to enter for his own sake or to keep others from putting themselves in harm's way. After all, who else among the students would have more experience in life-or-death situations than the person who had possibly been in several over the past few years?

When Daphne looked at said boy, along with Riddle and many of their classmates, they saw him staring back, not in defiance or outrage, not in anger or challenge, but something else.

He looked… she wasn't quite sure what he looked like in that moment. Tired perhaps, or maybe 'strung out' was a better term. It reminded her of when her mother would work long weekends, putting so much effort and time into a project at the Ministry that when she returned, she would look ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Harry didn't look ready to fall over, but there was a strange fatigue in the way he looked.

Almost as if he was just tired of the situation itself.

***HP:O ***

She was excited. Knowing, deep down, she shouldn't be, but it was hard to help. After finding out what the Tri-Witch tournament was her imagination began to run wild. How amazing would it be to have all the eyes on her? To have her name being chanted and cheered not just by her fellow Quidditch players but students from other schools!

So yes, Amaryllis Potter was daydreaming a bit more than she should be, and it was beginning to show in her grades and participation in class.

More than once had she received an elbow from Harriet with a hissed, "Pay attention" and Hermione was looking at her in that worrying manner, the same one she gave whenever talking about electives.

Speaking of which, classes weren't exactly thrilling, and while they weren't terribly difficult, they also failed to hold her attention.

"Amaryllis Potter" Shit, her mind had been elsewhere again, and this time McGonagall wasn't happy. "Would you like to answer the question?"

She… didn't and answered as such, earning more of the woman's ire.

"Five points from Gryffindor, and I expect you to pay attention for the rest of class." The redhead gave a grumbled acknowledgement and counted away the minutes until her next free moment.

***HP:O ***

"This is important Amy. You need to take class seriously."

Her friend shrugged and Hermione Granger frowned in response. She wasn't sure what the problem was, but it was clearly bad enough for her grades to already be shaky.

The bookworm's concerns didn't go unnoticed, and at that moment the girl's brother, and one of her best friends, spoke. "Amy, stay out of the Tournament."

His two sisters, along with the bushy-haired girl herself stared at him in surprise. It hadn't been a gentle or nice request, but the type of demand that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.

It was almost… threatening.

"But…"

"No Amy" The redhead shrunk back, shoulders slumping. "I get it, I do, I thought something similar in my own fourth year. You think it might be fun, might be exhilarating, a chance to prove yourself. It isn't, this isn't a game of Quidditch where mistakes are laughed off and you just try a bit harder next time. The reason they don't have these competitions every year is because the participants used to die. And this year…"

He trailed off and she felt that uncomfortable tension in her chest, the same kind that always emerged whenever Harry talked about his prior life, hinting about what he had been through.

It was bad, they all knew it was bad but none of them knew just how bad. First, second, and third years had been rough, it was rather obvious even without him doing a bit of explaining after certain events had resolved.

This year though, this year seemed different. Harry seemed tired, almost depressed, and she wasn't sure what exactly the cause was. They weren't supposed to ask, because knowledge of the future was either irrelevant or even dangerous, but it also meant they didn't know how to help.

Surely there must be something they could do other than staying out of trouble and studying hard. What use were grades if their friend's life was at stake? What was the point of finishing homework assignments when monsters and dangers lurked around every corner?

Were they supposed to just pretend like everything was okay? Keep on going to class and having lunch while ignoring what could send him to the Mediward next?

Seeing him injured and unconscious had been devastating every time and the thought of having to go through it for another year…

They had to do something, and maybe taking more proactive approaches would help Amaryllis as well.

***HP:O ***

It started with a ship bursting from the waters of the lake, and an impressive display even with the near limitless possibilities Magic offered. Next was a carriage flying through the sky, drawn by winged beasts. And again, it was a striking show, even if Harriet couldn't help but think it was just a tad overdone.

If the Tri-Witch tournament had been hosted in another country would Hogwarts have insisted upon magically flying the Express? Hard to say, Dumbledore could be quite extravagant at times, especially with her wardrobe, but at the same time there was a voice which protested her friends and classmates wouldn't agree to something so theatric, even if she knew a great deal might.

To her left the young witch could spy the expressions of her friends and siblings. Hermione looked in a mix of awe and contemplating how such things were done. Amy was clearly impressed, along with Ginny and Luna, and Harry… well he had a certain fondness in his eyes.

This caused her to do a double take. Clearly, Harry had been in this situation before, did it mean he knew members of the other schools in his previous life? Was he friends with them? Something more? Such a concept had her more than a little uncomfortable. Yes, Harry had other friends, but they were mostly around the same age and younger, were just friends.

What if he knew someone who could be more? What if this person went to another school, lived in another country? What if this time around he was closer to them, close enough to make plans to leave after Hogwarts?

It was unsettling, terrifying really, to think of such a thing but the more she contemplated it the more real it seemed. What would happen after all three of them graduated? Her sister might not have found her desired career yet, but it likely wouldn't be in anything she herself would be interested in.

As for Harry? She couldn't imagine him wanting to stay in England with a research or office job, even if such a thing appealed to her.

Would they go their separate ways? Split up and only occasionally talk or write letters? No, no she wouldn't let something like that happen, wouldn't sit idly by, and just let their family break apart. Maybe it wasn't worth worrying about, maybe it would never come to pass, but 'maybes' were good enough, not for something so important.

This year, she vowed, actions would be taken to ensure Harry, Amy, and herself would stick together for the rest of their lives, would raise future children together, would be best friends no matter what happened. Or who got in their way.

***HP:O ***

When the announcement had been made Pandora had been of very mixed emotions. Yes, it was an opportunity to expose oneself to the world outside of England in a very prominent way. Even without entering, because she had absolutely no intentions of doing so, it was a way to make connections to those throughout Europe, to expand the Malfoy family name and influence beyond the shores.

So, in such a sense it was positive.

However, this tournament, and the arrival of foreign students and their families, also meant exposure, most importantly exposing them to Harry.

While there was very little threat to her future relationship at Hogwarts, there did exist the possibility of some from other schools. Harry might be brilliant, but even the most talented could be swept off their feet by an exotic foreigner.

An affair or two was of no consequence, but if he found himself lured in by the promise of far-off palaces, riches, beautiful oceans, and sunny locals, well it did not take much to imagine his parents wholeheartedly agreeing to a union for the expansion of the Potter name and fortunes by including those of other countries, perhaps even continents.

Already she had seen the focused attention, the wandering eyes, and heard the comments directed towards her future lover.

There had been some Durmstrang wizards who were flirty in kind, undoubtedly looking to marry into a rich family to be taken care of, and while they were decent looking none of them even came close to Harry in terms of potential or ability.

The problems rested with the French, Veela in particular. Why the Headmistress even entertained the idea of having the perverts wandering the halls was beyond her. Even worse was how they flocked towards Harry.

But therein lied a very interesting discovery, for both her and everyone else. Harry Potter, her beloved, was apparently immune to The Allure. Rumor had spread fast after the first time one of them had approached him, smiling, and swaying her hips in their usual way. Harry had merely smiled back and had a normal conversation, clearly throwing everyone into confusion.

Within a day her mother had sent yet another letter, this one all but demanding her focused attention onto Harry, despite it being her last year. Any and every free moment should be spent in pursuit of his hand or studying for N.E. .

As if she was preparing to do anything else.

This would be her last real chance to spend the months influencing and courting him. Every second was precious for both her ability to provide for him, prove herself to him, and to encourage their own relationship.

Still, perhaps the situation was better than she originally thought. With the Tri-Witch Tournament in full swing it would be a welcome distraction for the rest of the students from Harry and give her time to show him that such things meant nothing to her.

Regardless of the outcome, he would always be the primary focus in her life, as a good relationship should be.

***HP:O ***

It was the perfect opportunity to help reclaim her family's honor. Mistakes may have been made during the previous year. Decisions that had good intentions, but poor execution and planning. While it had started after the holidays it had never truly stopped, that being the whispers.

She had brought a younger boy into a dangerous situation. She had failed to heed safety concerns and engaged in poor planning. She needed rescue.

While the last wasn't directly confirmed, few students believed that Harry had simply sat back and watched her fend off the Lycan attack without participating. They knew he had outdueled her before, and his own efforts on the Express and later in the year only cemented his competence and brought question to her own role.

The Black family name had suffered a blow, and it was up to her to repair the damage. What better way than a multi-national competition?

It wouldn't just be dueling skills to be shown off, but rather overall strength of will, intellect, resiliency, intuition, and more. If, or rather when, she proved to be the superior champion it would show not just England but the other countries, perhaps even the entire continent, what family was superior to all others.

Still, she was on thin ice as it were, and needed to inform her mother before drastic actions, such as signing a magically binding contract, were taken. A letter, short and to the point as she had been taught, was written, and sent out which only left the waiting.

By the time dinner had begun, she had sent the letter just prior to lunch, an owl swooped in to deliver a golden embroidered envelope, one bearing the Black family seal.

Delphini,

Should you decide to submit your name to the Goblet I expect you to be chosen and emerge victorious. Anything less will be seen as a failure and will result in disciplinary action being taken.

-Bellatrix

So, her mother had given approval, just so long as she could come out victorious. The vague threat at the end wasn't necessary in the least, however. If the heiress of the Black family were to end up as anything less than superior in a preplanned and prepared tournament it would call for more than just 'disciplinary action'.

She would not lose.

She could not lose.

***HP:O ***

Pathetic

That's all she saw upon arriving in the dull gray castle in the dull gray country. Pathetic students, pathetic teachers, and a pathetic nation.

Their food was bland, their weather gloomy, and the people were just… boring. Although the French witch wasn't expecting much from a nation which allowed men to receive a formal education rather than keeping them in their rightful place.

It was bad enough to be in a school with some wizards, but when Durmstrang arrived… well she was surprised when her own Headmistress hadn't outright withdrawn them from participating and departed for home.

An all-male school, how contemptible.

Still, it did serve as a somewhat unique opportunity for one of her natures. With men being so closely guarded in France her inner Veela was often left unsatiated and borderline ravenous. Here though it was different, there were so many meals. It was like a herd of sheep, happily frolicking and prancing about without a care in the world, completely unaware a predator now walked among them, looking for the most delicate or beautiful of their kind to sink her teeth into.

Most would be… easy. Seducing her way into a brainless dolt's bed would be a simple task, so simple it might even be unbecoming of a witch of her status, even with the Veela blood coursing through her veins demanding sex.

Appetizers, that was all they would be.

No, she needed something more, a true challenge, someone to use who might give her satisfaction, perhaps even to seduce back to France, to keep as a consort. Yes, that would be the most ideal, but the question remained of who?

From Hogwarts there would likely be few of value. Durmstrang would be better for such a thing. It had a larger population of candidates as well as the stereotypical masculinist. Those would be the most fun to use, to listen to them preach about the rights of men, about how men are 'just as good' and how they shouldn't be viewed as objects and then treat them as such after fucking them.

It was certainly one of the only reasons she even bothered attending the event in the first place, that and the prestige which would follow her utter destruction of the other contestants. Her victory would be just another example of why Beaubaxton was superior, of why trying to educate the weak only served to weaken everyone.

During one of her more sexist musings, the Delacour heiress had overheard talk from one of her classmates, talk which may have solved one of her imagined dilemmas.

A boy who was seemingly immune to The Allure.

No, impossible. Men did not possess the willpower to resist such magical influence, and even if they did it took years of development and training. It certainly wasn't something acquirable by a mere schoolboy.

She would determine the truth for herself, and if this was some sort of prodigy… then her target would be confirmed.

***HP:O ***

Victor Krum wasn't sure if Durmstrang attending the Tri-'witch' tournament was to help further equality, to try and make a political statement, or to just deliver a slap to the face of misandrists everywhere. Either way the wizard was all for it.

He could already see the looks of disdain in many of the eyes of the rival students, the idea of men being allowed to participate so clearly anathema to them it was probably causing panic attacks in some.

Good, he couldn't wait to see the headlines when he, a student from an all-wizard school, took first place. Obviously, there was a slim possibility he wouldn't be the only wizard involved, at least this had been his first thought. He, like every other student from his school, had heard about Hogwarts' attempt at slowly integrating men into schools, but even after so many decades they had barely scratched the surface at fixing inequalities.

So yes, while it was possible for one of the pitiful examples of wizards from England to be chosen, the likelihood was abysmally low. This left only Durmstrang, and Victor knew he was the best from it.

All the overconfident women would be staring in disbelief when his victory came, when he outperformed all the others, when he and his classmates manipulated them, made them into fools.

He would be seen as a shining example worldwide for what men could achieve, for what men would achieve. All those other institutions which had turned away simply for the fact that men were allowed to participate would be foaming at the mouths.

He could almost hear the disbelief, the outrage. Women would call it unfair, would claim it was rigged, would do anything and everything in their power to keep the status quo as it were.

But they would know, deep down they would all know. The tides were turning and soon there would be no stopping the change that would sweep across the Magical world.

It would be his first week at Hogwarts that Krum would hear rumors, as many others did, of a certain boy among the home school, one who was hailed as a prodigy, who had performed miraculous actions, who had even resisted The Allure.

But he gave such claims little credence. It was likely little more than boasting, a sort of 'we have the best of both worlds, see our male students are better than yours' type of nonsense. Either way the truth would come out, and he would soon be a celebrity on the world stage.

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Ginny Weasley was nervous, not just because for the past three years there had been some sort of terrible calamity to occur at Hogwarts which endangered lives and required a certain best friend of hers to throw himself into harm's way and save everyone's miserable arses. No, it wasn't just for that reason, there was also the fact that two additional schools were now at Hogwarts.

Did that mean more danger? What about the other students? They had been given brief overviews of the other schools before their arrival and both had been quite the culture shock.

One school was entirely male, the other entirely female. One pushed for the equality of men, to show that wizards weren't just objects to push around, own, and put on display, that they were just as competent, just as worthy as women.

This she already knew, having both an older brother along with male friends and a father who had a job apart from raising children.

Beaubaxton, however, seemed to have a different approach, and viewed men in more archaic ways. Take, for instance, the first time she and Ron had been walking to lunch together and a group had begun 'catcalling' him.

She had sent them running but, despite her 'punishment' for the bitches, could still see the discomfort in her brother's eyes, the humiliation, and it boiled her blood.

It had taken a few hours, and some time spent with Luna, to calm her sufficiently to the point she wasn't considering roaming the halls, hexing any bright blue wearing witch she could find. The blonde had reminded her how easily it was to pick up such habits when you are raised in such a way, when everything you are exposed to enforces it, when every adult in your life simply confirms the action or belief.

Still, she wasn't going to let them off so easily with a wave of a hand and a 'oh they didn't know any better' even if it wasn't entirely what her friend was suggesting.

***HP:O ***

There was excitement in the air for all but a few as the three schools gathered in the Great Hall for the beginning ceremony, and the choosing of Champions by the Goblet itself. The students were abuzz, while the Hogwarts staff seemed to have settled for a mixture of hopeful optimism.

One, naturally, hadn't looked up since arriving, hadn't wanted anything to do with the tournament, was dreading every moment of the next few minutes because deep down he knew, he knew, what was coming.

The artifact was lit and soon flames conjured a paper with a name, "Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced, earning cheers from Beaubaxton students.

Seconds later a second note, "Victor Krum!" This was met with a mix of cheers and boos from both visiting schools.

A loud bang interrupted all and earned an almost embarrassed silence from a sternly gazing elderly witch. For the next, and supposed final, paper Augustina hesitated, almost afraid of what name would be hers to read. Upon opening it, however, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Delphini Black!"

Again, there were more cheers, and the woman was about to continue with directions when she froze at the sound of flames once more, further in the room a single individual flinched.

The Goblet sparked and burned before casting out one last piece of parchment, one last name to compete, but this time Dumbledore didn't grab it from the air, in fact she didn't even reach for it.

Instead, it fell to the ground, folded as if to taunt both her and the staff, daring them to look upon what they, deep down, already knew. The room had fallen deathly silent, and for once it even lacked the usual mutters or whispers.

No one spoke, no one moved, it is possible no one even breathed.

Slowly, as if fearing the paper would strike like a serpent, Dumbledore reached down to pick the paper up with trembling hands and a heart full of anxiety.

Please not him

She unfolded it, but her prayers went unheeded as a single name lay written.

"Harry Potter" she whispered, and yet it seemed magnitudes louder than the spell she had cast mere moments prior. The confusion in the room lasted for only a split second before something far louder echoed throughout.

Two hands slammed against the wooden table, the sound of anger, rage, misery and the one whom they belonged to rose before storming out, not caring about the stares, not caring about listening to whatever else had to be said.

He had heard it all before, lived through it all before.

"Someone wants a war, and I'll give them a war."

***HP:O ***

Previous Name**************New Name

Tom Riddle*****************Grace Riddle

Albus Dumbledore***********Augustina Dumbledore

Draco Malfoy***************Cleopatra (Cleo) Malfoy

-*************************Harriet Potter

-*************************Amaryllis (Amy) Potter

-*************************Pandora Malfoy

Blaise Zabini****************Bliss Zabini

Theodore Nott**************Theresa Nott

Severus Snape**************Serena Snape

-*************************Marie Rosier

Percy Weasley**************Paisley Weasley

Bill Weasley****************Billie Weasley

Charlie Weasley*************Charlene Weasley

Fred Weasley***************Frankie Weasley

George Weasley*************Georgie Weasley

Remus Lupin***************Remi Lupin

-************************Sylvie Rosier

Gilderoy Lockhart***********Gordana Lockhart

Oliver Wood ***************Olivia Wood

-*************************Carolyn Ricci

Cornelius Fudge*************Cornelia Fudge