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Challenge Explanation:
Name of Challenge: Triwizard Reincarnation Blues
Name of Challenger: Scott the Wanderer
Pairings: Harry/Fleur (required)/Multi (latter is my choice)
Summary: Must start during Harry's Fourth Year. Harry Potter is the reincarnation of Luke Skywalker; Fleur Delacour is the reincarnation of Mara Jade Skywalker; Viktor Krum is the reincarnation of Chewbacca; Cedric Diggory is the reincarnation of Han Solo. Somehow the Goblet of Fire accidentally returns all of their memories and abilities (sans Lightsabers, Blasters, etc…). What if some other people are awakened by the accident as well, including people on both sides of the Galactic Conflict?

Authors Note: I am going to house rule a situation where for some unknown reason words and phrases like Jedi, Sith, Galactic Republic, and Galactic Empire (basically things that refer directly to the Star Wars Universe, but not the people from it) are under a customized form of the Fidelius Charm where people can mention these things if it is in reference to the George Lucas Movies, but cannot mention them in direct reference to their own past lives *GRIN*

xXx Hogwarts' Great Hall xXx

"Now the moment you've all been waiting for, the Champion selection." Albus Dumbledore announced to the gathered students, dignitaries and officials.

He dimmed the lights and walked up to the Goblet of Fire; the blue flames of the Goblet burned red briefly and ejected a slightly crisp sheet of parchment which Dumbledore deftly caught. "The Durmstrang Champion is Viktor Krum!"

The students of Durmstrang Academy cheered for the academies star pupil. Viktor stood up and walked into the room at the back of the Great Hall as he had been instructed.

The Goblet flared red again, and the paper portion of a cocktail umbrella (or at least that is what it looked like) flew out of the Goblet. Again Dumbledore caught it with practiced ease saying "The Champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour."

Again there were cheers, only this time from the students of Beauxbatons; though some of them did appear to be unhappy that they were not selected instead. The blond girl who was apparently a Veela stood and followed Viktor to the room at the back of the Great Hall.

The Goblet flared for the third time and issued forth a second piece of parchment. Dumbledore caught this one again without trouble and read out "The Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory."

Again there were cheers, only this time it came from much of the assembled audience as the largest portion of the audience was made up of Hogwarts students. Cedric rose and followed Viktor and Fleur into the back chamber.

Dumbledore threw his arms wide and exclaimed "Excellent! We now have our three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history; only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory; the Triwizard Cup." The last two words he declared while spinning around and pointing at the head table, where a cloth lifted off the trophy that had been brought out by Bartemius Crouch.

Severus Snape who was standing at the head table noticed something peculiar and began walking down towards where the Goblet of Fire stood. This caused Dumbledore to whirl around yet again and notice that the Goblet of Fire was beginning to flare once again.

Mentally thinking to himself "No, this is impossible." Dumbledore hastily caught the piece of squared off parchment that shot out of the Goblet. Dumbledore read the name at barely louder than a whisper, "Harry Potter."

Seeing that no one had really heard him, he raised his voice and spoke it again, though he noticed that his voice was a little shaky.

xXx Gryffindor Table xXx
xXx Same Time xXx

Just as Harry heard his name called a shiver ran down his spine and he was suffered a deluge of memories, memories he instinctively knew weren't his own. He also felt those memories and the personality associated with them merge themselves with his consciousness. Groaning to himself his first thought was "If this is someone's idea of a joke, I am unamused."

Almost subconsciously he noticed that Dumbledore, Snape, Flitwick, Hermione, and Neville all shivered in exactly the same way he had almost a micro-second after he had. Putting two and two together he came to the conclusion that they had all also had memories and personalities dumped into them.

Operating on a hunch, he attempted to access a connection to the force, and was quite pleased when he found that he was able to grasp that connection. Reaching out with his newly enhanced senses, he brushed the other people he had noticed shiver.

He was quite surprised to discover that Snape's aura felt exceedingly similar to Old Ben's, Flitwick's was similar to that of Master Yoda's, and Hermione's aura was similar to one of the many loves of his previous life, Jem Ysanna. For some reason however he couldn't get a clear read on Dumbledore's aura and that rather disturbed him.

Leaning over he whispered in Hermione's ear, "Jem?"

Hermione looked over at Harry and smirked mouthing the word "Skywalker?"

Harry nodded. Noticing the expectant stares he stood and walked into the back room, keeping his force senses active as he did so. He noticed that several other auras of familiar people were present in the Great Hall as well.

Upon entering the back room Harry's enhanced senses immediately recognized the auras of the other three champions. "Han; Chewie; my love? What the hell is going on?"

The Champions who were originally Viktor and Cedric, but were now Chewbacca and Han Solo respectively looked at Harry with the same confusion that he was feeling, but the lone female champion looked at Harry and reached out to him with the Force much like he had been doing since he got those memories. As soon as she had she ran to him and embraced him with all her heart, "LUKE!"

"Yes my love; and it's not just us here, I also sensed Master Yoda, Leia, Old Ben, and a few of my former loves as well. Two of the people I sensed however were either masked, or unknown to me."

Cedric Diggory spoke up, "Luke, as in Luke Skywalker? Oh for crying out loud, this has to have been caused by some of your wacky hocus pocus. I swear; you magicians can't even let the dead rest in peace now can you?"

Both Harry and Fleur snorted, though Harry managed to say, "Han please examine the memories of the body you currently inhabit, I think you might be surprised with what you find in them."

Cedric harrumphed but resignedly did as he was asked, a few minutes later he said "Oh for the love of… why on earth did I have to reincarnate as an abyss be-damned freaking Wizard of all things?"

It was then that Viktor said… something… "GHHRRRAAARRRRAAAHHH…"

Harry blinked, Fleur blinked, and Cedric simply said, "Yeah, you said it Chewie."

"Why is he speaking Shyriiwook?" Harry asked.

Cedric looked at Viktor expectantly "Raw."

"He says it's so he can frustrate Igor Karkaroff. I would assume it has something to do with the man fawning over him, but don't really know for certain. Was Igor one of the aura's of people you know, or didn't know?" Cedric asked.

"No, he was not. From what I could tell he is still the same man he was before I got my past life's memories." Harry answered.

"Then it will be funny, see?" Cedric said with a smile, he then frowned and asked "So, care to enlighten us as to which of your many girlfriends Fleur Delacour happens to be?"

Fleur smiled and said "Wife actually."

Cedric smiled and said, "Mara Jade Skywalker in the flesh, so nice to see you again."

"And you as well Han Solo." Fleur said, "I am exceedingly happy to have awakened these memories, prior to gaining them, I had such a horrible accent it would have made interacting with everyone rather difficult. But now, I have regained use of fluent…" Fleur stopped speaking looking as if she were choking on her words and brought her hand up to her throat, after a few moments she regained her composure and said "What the hell? I can't say the original name of the language I am currently speaking fluently."

Harry frowned and attempted to say a few other words and phrases and with each one of them he discovered that he was unable to say those words. "Well, it looks like some of the information about our origins have been magically hidden in some way. I wonder what could have done something like that."

Fleur, Cedric and Viktor all contemplated their new body's collective knowledge of this world's magic and almost as one all three said "Fidelius."

"What's that?" Harry asked

He was unable to get an answer because at that exact moment several people entered the room, among them were Ludo Bagman, who looked entirely too pleased with himself; Bartemius Crouch, Igor Karkaroff, Olympe Maxime, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, and Alastor Moody.

Dumbledore, whose new identity Harry was unsure of rushed up to Harry grabbed him by the shoulder and asked "Harry, did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"No sir." Harry responded.

"Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?"

"No sir." Harry responded.

"Are you absolutely certain?"

"Yes sir."

Madam Maxime, shouted "But of course 'e is lying."

"Headmistress, Harry would not do such a thing. I trust his honesty." Fleur responded matter of factly.

"But you 'ave known 'im only a few minutes." Madam Maxime said in confusion.

In French Fleur responded ["He is my one, Headmistress. You know Veela mate for life, you know we are extremely good judges of character. Trust me when I say he is not lying."]

Madam Maxime frowned but nodded curtly at this information.

"And what of you Viktor, do you not protest his entry into the tournament?" Igor asked in a simpering tone of voice.

"GGGGRAGHRAANNROOGHHH" The newly re-awakened Wookie responded with an amused look on his face.

Igor looked at his champion with confusion, "What?"

"GGGGRAGHRAANNROOGHHH" Victor repeated

"I do not understand you Viktor…" Igor pleaded

"GGGGRAGHRAANNROOGHHH"

Throwing up his hands in exasperation, Igor left the room without another word.

Cedric looked at the assembled adults and said "I know I have to compete in this fiasco, but I am already almost certain that Harry here is going to win the tournament. Ultimately it is going to either be him, or Fleur who wins this thing. Neither Viktor or I are really any match for the two of them."

Headmaster Dumbledore frowned at that, while Madam Maxime beamed in pleasure that this young man thought her champion and Fleur's young mate would have the best chances of winning. Even if he thought that the young man would have the better chance of winning, which seemed preposterous.

"Well gather round champions, and I will explain what is required of you in this tournament…" Ludo Bagman started off by saying.

xXx Little Hangleton xXx
xXx That Same Evening xXx

The Homunculus which currently served as the body of Tom Marvolo Riddle felt a shiver run down his spine as a series of foreign memories entered his mind and the personality that belonged to those memories merged with his own.

Tom looked down at himself and couldn't help but groan in agony. "Oh wonderful, I go from being an 80% cybernetic monstrosity to this horribly deformed baby. Can life get any more horrible?"

A small rat-like man entered the room and said "Master?"

"It's nothing Pettigrew. I was just contemplating the depths to which my greatness has fallen." Voldemort who was actually the reincarnation of Anakin Skywalker said with no small amount of disdain.

xXx Wiltshire England xXx
xXx That Same Evening xXx

Lucius Malfoy shivered and began screaming as the awareness of his past life's last moments came to him… being blown to thousands of itty bitty pieces while being consciously aware of it happening was not something he wanted to ever experience again. Yes, Lucius Malfoy was the reincarnation of one Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin.

xXx Azkaban Keep xXx
xXx That Same Evening xXx

The incessant screaming that her master would be coming for her that normally issued from Bellatrix Lestrange had finally ceased for some unknown reason.

Bellatrix looked around confusedly for a moment and practically subconsciously began applying a force technique to protect her mind from the nerve wracking influence of the Dementors.

A huge malicious grin began to appear on Bellatrix's face as she slowly stood up and walked over to the door to her cell, raising her hands, she pulled them back towards herself, and then forcibly thrust them forward, projecting a massive wave of telekinetic force that blasted the cell door off of its hinges and into the opposing wall.

Bellatrix then began walking out of Azkaban completely unhindered by any of the Dementors which were surprisingly the only guards present on the Island. Upon arriving at the docks, she activated her Tutaminis ability so that she would be protected from the severe cold of the North Sea and began the long swim back towards civilization.

The terrifying Bellatrix Lestrange had now gained the powers, and memories of the possibly even more terrifying Asajj Ventress!

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