Chapter 5: Unwelcome Surprises.
Harry sat in a well appointed bedroom, his Goddaughter in his lap. He looked down at little Nikki with a sad smile as the three year old played with her hair, curling the long blondish hair through her fingers. She looked up at him with wide eyes and grinned toothily, and he smiled back at her sadly. He bounced her on his knee, and lifted her high in the air, chuckling sadly at her shout of glee as she was lifted up. He played with her a long time, before pulling her back into his lap from her position on the couch next to him. They were sitting by the fireplace in the drafty old mansion that was far from creepy, being a rather endearing old chateau.
She giggled as he nuzzled her cheek, his slight stubble tickling her face. With wide, innocent eyes, she asked "Corrie, when's mummy coming back?"
A tear leaked out of his eyes as he hugged her close to him. She had called him 'Corrie' for a while, being unable to pronounce 'Corvai' or 'Levicorvus'. She was a beautiful, cute child, standing at the imposing height of two feet and nine inches. He had green eyes like Harry's, with features that painfully reminded him of Vance and Heras, the aquiline eyes and the cute nose of her mother, and the blondish hair with random streaks of black and her pouting lips from her father.
She seemed a little sad by his tear, and she reached up a pudgy hand to wipe it away gently, and her arms circled his neck to hug him. He was her favorite 'uncle' in the world, and now, unknown to her, her new guardian along with Luci. She quietly said "Don't cry, Corrie, mummy and daddy come back. They play toys, okay? You play with me. No crying, Corrie."
He smiled at her again, and held her close to him, seating her sideways in his lap. With a broken voice, he whispered "Nikki, can you listen to me? This is serious."
He laughed when she studiously tried to put on a serious face, and she scowled slightly when she failed. Finally, she composed herself, and he whispered again "Nikki, love, mummy and daddy had to go somewhere. They won't be coming back, Nikki, but one day, when everything is nice, you will see them again, okay? Until then, baby girl, you're gonna stay with your old uncle Corrie, okay?"
She seemed put off, and turned to him with wide eyes. "Mummy and Daddy gone? Only Luci and Corrie now?"
His body was wracked by a sob, and he nodded through his tears "Yes, baby girl, only Luci and Corrie now. But mummy and daddy are in a nice place now. Do you think they would like to be in a nice place, Nikki?"
She screwed up her cute face in thought, before nodding and saying "Yes, Corrie. Mummy and Daddy likes nice places. Nikki likes them as well! Can I go there also?"
He shook his head sadly, and said "Nikki, we can't go there. But one day, you, me and Luci will all meet them, and we will have lots of fun, okay? Until then can you be a good girl for me, Nikki? Will you stay with me and Luci until then?"
She pouted and replied "But it's a nice place! Nikki also wants to go to nice place!"
Harry smiled at her, and whispered again "Nikki, will you please stay with me? I love you, Nikki, and I'll show you many nice things, okay? You'll live with me and Luci, just like you lived with mummy and daddy, okay? But they can see you, baby girl, and they want you to know that they love you very much."
She looked into his eyes for a long time, and finally nodded. She asked with wide eyes "Corrie and Luci gonna be my new mummy and daddy?"
He wept, tears streaming down his face rapidly as he shook his head. "No, baby girl, you can only have one mummy and daddy. But Luci and I will be your aunty and uncle, okay Nikki? We both love you very much, baby girl, and we'll try very hard to make you very happy."
She nodded, and hugged him tightly, at which he sobbed again, and pulled her against him tightly. She was standing in his lap, and was still barely the same height as him, which made her giggle when her uncle hugged her like that. She said "Corrie! Can you make me big as well? I wanna be big like you!"
He laughed through his tears and said "Of course! In fact, that can be the first thing we do, unless you want to play?"
She thought a bit and said "First playing, Corrie. After that you can make me big!"
He nodded to her, and kissed her cheek gently, and raised his head slightly to press a kiss against her forehead. She squirmed slightly, and he grinned at her, and gave her a slobbering wet kiss on her cheek, making her squeal loudly. He laughed, and wiped the drool off her cheek, and said "Okay, baby girl, first you have to sleep, then we can have fun, okay? I love you, Nikki, I'll always be there for you, baby girl."
She nodded, and he lifted her up easily and took her to the bed. He changed her out of her clothes into a light green set of pajamas, and tucked her in next to her bunny toy. She curled up and drifted off to sleep with a small smile on her face, her arm wrapped around her bunny and her tiny fingers gripping his index finger gently. For a long time, he simply sat by her bed, just allowing her to hold his finger while she slept.
All the while, he wept softly, thinking 'My baby girl shouldn't have to go through this. She's so young, so innocent. How could people do things like this?'
Finally, he extracted his finger from her gentle grip, and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so that he would know if she woke up. He sat down on a couch in the next room right beside a snoozing Luci, who awoke when he sat down. Her face was tearstained, as was his, and she gently slid into his lap, and hugged him tightly. He leaned her head up, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, his fingers stroking her cheek. No words were spoken apart from the three words that they simultaneously said to each other: "I love you."
They moved to the couch inside Nikki's room, and Luci fell asleep in Harry's lap, her head leaning on his shoulder after the trying day. Harry grimaced slightly as he remembered what had happened after Severus was killed.
-Flashback-
There was pin drop silence in the Great Hall, as teachers and students alike gaped in horror at the tragedy that had just played out in the center. Harry was staring at Severus' body in shock, the tears that were once cascading down his cheeks having dried up. This was the first time in memorable history that he had cried, of course, he had let out a tear or two at a few points in his life, but he had never wept before, except for when he had been touched by Peter Pettigrew.
Luciana slumped to her knees in shock as she gazed at the body of her uncle's best friend, being so startled by what had just happened that she couldn't even cry. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, her temporary catatonic state meant that she did not know what Harry was doing.
He had stood abruptly, and stalked towards Ron after putting the most powerful Parseltongue shielding spell that he knew on Luciana. He had an evil expression on his face, and the red-haired bastard was shrinking away from just punishment. He wanted to kill him, to torture the boy for hours until his mind snapped. For a human to kill a Vampire was a crime; and if the chance arose, Vampires would avenge their kin. However, Levicorvus knew that he could not kill the boy, or torture him, since his alter-ego Harry Potter would suffer a loss of image and clout. It broke him from inside that he could not avenge the Potions Master, but he had to think ahead.
Reaching the boy, he punched him in the gut painfully, but was careful not to use too much strength. He punched him again, and nearly grinned as he heard and felt a rib snap. The boy let loose a howl, despite all the wind being knocked out of him. Harry knelt next to the boy's form, and proceeded to punch him in the face twice as he shouted "You IDIOT! Do you know what you've done?" He had his wand hidden in his sleeve, and he surreptitiously cast a spell on Weasley which changed his scent just slightly. This new scent was one that Vampires associated with the slayers commissioned by the Ministry in the olden days, and the next time Weasley came near a Vampire, he would be in serious trouble.
Finally, he allowed Seamus and Dean to gently lift him away from Ron's body, which now suffered a broken rib and a broken nose, as well as a loss of two teeth. 'Hah,' thought Harry, 'a vial of skele-gro and he'll be fine. He deserves to be beaten to death!'
He squeezed the shoulders of the two Gryffindor boys, and they stood him up, gazing at him with sympathy as Seamus muttered "He was a git, but he didn't deserve to die. Smart as hell, that one. Sorry, mate."
Harry nodded, and turned back to Luci, gently pulling her into his arms to hug her again. She sobbed "Now it's my fault that Severus is dead! If I hadn't blood-jumped in here, then no spells would have been fired!"
Harry caressed her cheek gently as he held her sobbing form tightly to his chest, and whispered in her ear "Luci, his time was up. Don't worry yourself about it; you were not to blame, okay? The whole blame lies on Weasley for casting the spell, and Dumbledore for showing him how. Listen to me, Severus was already terminally ill. He's been working on a solution for the silver problem, and it seems that he accidentally ingested some silver. It corroded his heart, I doubt he had any more than two weeks to live."
She looked up with wide eyes, and he smiled at her lightly, and wiped away her tears. She finally nodded, and ducked her head back against his chest. Harry stood up, and walked to Dumbledore. The old man had been healed, and he at least had the grace to look guilty and sorrowed. Harry couldn't tell whether it was because his spy had died or because he was indirectly the cause of the death.
Harry said "Headmaster, I apologize for my actions earlier, even though they were warranted. Luci has been a friend of mine for years, and she was turned a few years ago. Right now, I must go with her, I need to speak to her Sire as well as help to arrange Professor Snape's funeral, which he would prefer to be held with his friends in the Vampire Community. I will be with Luci, so there will be no threat to my health or safety."
Dumbledore nodded slightly, and Harry turned around and walked back to Luciana. He gathered her up in his arms, and walked over to Snape, where he grabbed the man's hand. He turned to Luci and said "Can you blood-jump us away?" She realized that he could not reveal that ability in the middle of the Great Hall, and nodded. There was an explosion of blood that originated from Luci, and it covered Harry and Snape for a split second until it imploded, and there was nothing left.
A few teachers looked green, and some of the students had even thrown up at the display.
Harry returned a few minutes later to pick up the potions from Severus' rooms, as well as take the recipe for it.
-End Flashback-
The next day, the Vampire council met in the early hours of the morning, and Levicorvus and Luciana were present, as were Darrin's older brother, another of the commanders, and Denifer, the last of the commanders. Despite Harry's potion, most Vampires were still semi-nocturnal since that was the best time to feed. There was a heated debate as to what should be done about the Drow, and finally, the head of the council, one of the oldest Vampires on earth, shouted "STOP!"
The babbling died away instantly, and the man stood. In a calm, collected voice, he said "This squabbling does not help things. We need an effective and useful solution to the problem. Firstly, we need to find out how these Drow came to be. We were assured by King Vornalus that all the Drow were accounted for. Therefore, I am going to ask the opinion of those who fought the battles the last time. Saerificus, what say you?"
Levicorvus stood easily, his impressive form making the council look on appreciatively as other Vampires in the court stared at him in frank admiration.
"Council Members, I, without doubt, advocate war. The Drow are a menace that need to be eliminated, and I will stand for nothing less than taking my full vengeance on those that have come close to breaking the Vampire community. That said; we still need to think this through. We cannot simply attack, since we do not know where they camp. We need to capture a few of them, and force them to divulge their secrets as to how they came to be, and where they camp. Secondly, it is my opinion that we need to contact the Pure Elves. We have always been on good terms with them in the past, and it is high time that we ask of them to aid us. The last time we fought the Drow, we lost thousands. We must ask the Elves to make sure that there are no more portals from Elvendom to Earth. Perhaps arrange for some regulation in Elvendom that exterminates the Drow before they can be allowed to leave. If it is necessary, I will place my skills at your convenience to help the Elves create Wards that stop the Drow from leaving Elvendom. We are fortunate that we live in collective communities rather than interspersed with the rest of the population, so we can take advantage of that and deploy security troops in each Vampire section."
As Harry finished, there was a small escalation in whispers, and the Council members silently looked at each other, and as one, nodded. The Head said "Very well, Saerificus, we shall do as you recommend. I myself will contact the Elves, and I will have something done about the portals. Your idea of the security troops is a good one as well; I will arrange for five warriors and forty infantry for each community, as well as begin the warding process again."
Harry nodded, and before taking a seat, said "Council, I helped Potions Master Snape to create a defense against silver over the past few weeks. He recently finished the last phase before his death yesterday, and I have brought a sample of the potion as well as the recipe to make it. I, along with the other three Potions Masters and their apprentices, will proceed to mass produce this potion, and we will distribute it among our people. Also, I have something, a gift of sorts, for the Warriors. I have recently found what has been called in lore the 'Founders' weapons room', and I will place all these weapons at your disposal for use in the war and afterwards. They are of the highest quality, and most of them magically adjust to the user's needs and preferences."
There was a swell of conversation as people grinned and whispered to each other, and the Head broke out in a wide grin as he said "Corvai, this is brilliant. Master Snape will be remembered for his unbelievable contribution to the Vampire Community."
Harry nodded, and sat back down next to Luciana. The meeting ended half an hour later when the security plans were drawn out, and Luci and Harry headed back to her place, relieving Leander of his watch over Nikki. When they got back in the room, she squealed and jumped into Corvai's arms, and grinned as she said "I played dress-up with Leander!"
Corvai and Luci burst out laughing as Leander scowled at her, and theatrically brandished his fist at Nikki and muttered "This is not the end, Nikki! I'll be back!" She giggled, and Harry nuzzled her face with his cheek, lifting her up.
Luci stroked her cheek and grinned at her as she said "Hey, baby girl. You want to play dress up with Corrie? I'll help you!" Nikki squealed in happiness as she nodded her head, and Harry scowled at Luci, who grinned at him. He pouted, and stuck his tongue out at her childishly, making her swoop down and capture his lips with hers. They were lost in the sensation of the kiss until they jerked apart when Nikki got bored and left an extremely wet and slobbering kiss on Harry's cheek. He grinned at her sheepishly, and she pouted and demanded "Dress up! Corrie wear makeup!"
Harry sighed and resigned himself to look like a woman for Nikki's amusement. Thirty minutes later saw Harry sitting on the couch with a scowl on his face. His lips were a bright red in color, he had streaks of makeup all over his face, and some even on his shirt. Luci was rolling on the floor in laughter, making Harry scowl more. Finally, he picked Nikki off his lap and grinned at her as he muttered "Watch this, baby girl."
He pounced on Luci, who squealed and tried to get away, only to have Harry trap her in a vise-like grip, and kiss her deeply on the lips. She struggled at first, but finally relaxed in his arms, and deepened it. His hand stroked her cheek gently while she threaded her fingers through his hair. Suddenly, he snapped out of the kiss, and wiped his face all over hers, making her groan in protest. When he withdrew, smirking, her face looked even more comical than his. His lipstick had smeared all over her mouth, and the excessive makeup on his face had smeared all over hers.
She pouted at him, and pounced, pinning him to the ground as she devoured his mouth with hers. When they withdrew, breathing heavily, she laid on top of him, and Harry drew Nikki close to him so that she could lie on top of Luci, who was lying on top of Harry. He grinned at them and muttered "Well, isn't this fun?"
Luci giggled, and Nikki grinned at him, smearing some mascara on his cheeks while she put rouge on his forehead. Harry effectively looked like a clown, and he groaned as he realized that he would need a long shower to get this off. Finally, the clock struck eight, and Harry groaned as he realized that he had to get back to school. Forgetting the makeup for the time being, he got dressed completely, kissed Luci goodbye and left a slobbering kiss on Nikki's cheek before he blood-jumped back into his room in Slytherin Tower. As he strode past Daphne on the way to the shower, she burst out laughing, and he scowled at her and muttered "Don't even ask, Daphne."
He opened the door to one of the stalls, and jumped in, taking a good twenty minutes to get all the grime off his face. Another ten minutes later found him down in the Great Hall for breakfast. He sat down next to Daphne, who snickered at his scowl, and muttered "My Goddaughter. She finally found the wonders of makeup."
Daphne burst out laughing, startling a few people nearby. She usually didn't interact with many people, so it was a sight so see her laughing. Harry finally grinned and got down to eating. A few minutes later, Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.
He cleared his throat and said "Students, attention please. Thank you. Now, after the events of yesterday, Mr. Weasley was nearly arrested and sent to Azkaban. However, it was taken in to account that he did not intend on harming Severus Snape, and was let off with a heavy fine. He will resume school this year; and will work in the Ministry over the summer break as punishment. Now, as a replacement for our esteemed Potions Master who sadly died yesterday, an old friend of mine, Charles Morgan will take up the position as a favor to me. He will only be here for one year. Please, welcome Professor Morgan!"
The students applauded, and Harry saw a man walk in through the large doors of the hall. He was looking straight, and Harry took the time to use passive legilimency on him. He found respectable walls and vague surface thoughts, and withdrew. Morgan blinked, and looked around, trying to find who was snooping in his head, but found no-one.
Dumbledore continued once Morgan had taken a seat "Now that that is over with, there is something of great interest to be spoken of. I am sorry to inform you that this year, the Quidditch cup will not take place. I am afraid a rather extensive occurrence will be happening, so there will be no Quidditch this year."
The hall was filled with shouts of indignation, and Dumbledore had to silence them. He continued "As you might remember, two years ago, the Ministry was planning to re-install the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but after the scare of the Death Eater attack at the Quidditch World Cup, it was postponed. The Ministry has finally deemed it safe to have the tournament, and it will take place this year. Hogwarts will play host of the Tournament, and we will host the Witches of Beauxbatons, and the Wizards of Durmstrang!"
There was an almighty cheer from the students, and Harry narrowed his eyes when he saw a fleeting expression of triumph in Morgan's eyes. He then turned to look at Harry appraisingly, and looked away a few seconds later, apparently pleased with what he had seen. The doors to the Hall opened again, and two people walked in. Harry knew the first to be Ludo Bagman, and the second to be Bartemius Crouch. They were then followed by Cornelius Fudge, who prattled on about the great honor that Hogwarts would receive from hosting the first Tri-Wizard Tournament in three hundred years.
Harry looked up in interest when Dumbledore spoke. He said "Students, the Tournament is open only to those who are seventeen or older by the time that the Goblet of Fire, our impartial judge, is unveiled. This has been decided by the Ministry since the Tournament is not to be fooled around with, it is extremely dangerous, and competitors have been known to die before. I will be drawing an age-line around the Chalice, and even aging potions and such will not work. Thank you and I hope that you will be admirable hosts to the foreign students who will arrive here tomorrow. Please be in the Entrance Hall by 6 PM tomorrow evening to welcome them."
Harry inwardly nodded, he was glad for the age restriction. There were too many idiots in this school who would die for such glory that the Tri-Wizard Tournament could bring. Since the only person in the school that knew that he was actually eighteen and a half was Selene, and she would tell nobody, he could simply pretend that he was not old enough to compete. Daphne looked at him inquisitively, but he shook his head, and she nodded in response, knowing that the last thing he needed was to be more conspicuous.
Harry dragged his way through classes that day, attending Charms, Defense, Arithmancy and Runes. Tired as hell, he took a nap in the afternoon, and woke up feeling rejuvenated. He went to train, spending an hour training in the Room of Requirement with swords and daggers. He was fighting against many opponents, and by the end, was physically tired once more, though far from sleepy. A shower would do wonders for him. He then spent thirty minutes in a magical duel with an opponent who had the same knowledge and capabilities as him, and barely managed to win in the duel, outwitting the dummy with a tripping hex, and firing a stunner at its head as it fell. Fifteen minutes firing a conjured replica of his pistol later, Harry finally headed out of the room, pleased with the fact that his capabilities had not dwindled in the least. Tired and sweaty, he showered, and headed to Grimmauld place. He had a long chat with Bella, and spent the night with her pleasurably.
He picked his way through the next day as well, and spent the afternoon with Selene. He walked up to the Astronomy tower two hours after lunch, and knocked on the door to her office. She opened it, revealing a desk cluttered with papers, and grinned when she saw him. He said "Hi. Are you free now? I've got only free periods left."
She nodded, and pounced on him, straddling him as he stood. He groped behind his back for the door, and slammed it shut, before responding to her, attacking her mouth with his tongue. She moaned, and he swept the papers off her desk, and laid her down on it, sliding on top of her. He kissed her for a while, until his hands wandered up, and ripped her shirt open. She gasped as his mouth descended on the creamy skin above her bra, and sucked on it pleasurably. He massaged her breasts through the fabric of her bra, gently stimulating her, and trailed his hands down to her waist., grabbing her lightly while he licked and kissed his way down from her chest to her navel. He pulled her pants off, and revealed her underwear, a satin, flimsy piece of clothing that barely covered her, and he ripped it off. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she moaned, and he began rubbing her, interspersing the strokes with light flicks of his tongue over her folds. She cried out at the sensation, and he slid his tongue in to her, stimulating her. Her gasps were getting louder, and he pushed in a finger and started stroking her from the inside, gently teasing her clitoris before she came with a cry. She was still breathing heavily, and she pulled him up for another kiss, groaning as she tasted herself in his mouth.
Standing up, she sat him down on the table, and knelt before him, taking him into her mouth. She stroked him with experienced hands as she sucked and licked him, and fondled his balls. She was stimulating him greatly, and he was moaning softly as the feeling of her hot mouth on his member drove him wild. With a gasp, he came, pouring himself into her mouth. She cleaned him off with her mouth, and rose, leading him into the bedroom, where they enjoyed themselves for another hour.
Finally, it was nearing 5 PM when Harry decided to get out of bed, and he moved to get his clothes on. However, he was stopped by Selene, who smirked and pushed him back on the bed. She crawled on top of him facing his feet, with her sex positioned above his face. She took him in her mouth, and began stroking him to hardness, making him groan, and pull her down by the waist so that he could stimulate her as well. Stroking each other to ecstasy in tandem, they came within a few seconds of each other, and Selene slumped on top of Harry after turning around. Harry finally slid out of bed, and got dressed fifteen minutes later. He gave her a deep kiss, and stroked her nipples, tweaking them slightly and grinning at the squeak it elicited.
He hurried back to Slytherin Tower, and took a shower. He dressed quickly, but took the time to make sure he looked good, wanting to make a good impression on the visitors. Thinking twice, he placed a charm on himself to suppress his scent, just in case there were any Vampires, Werewolves, Giants or Veela in the group that was coming. It would not do to be found out in such a stupid way. He made his way down to the Entrance Hall to await the arrival of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. At precisely 6 PM, the students watched as a huge ship broke the calm waters of the lake, and rose out of the waters. It looked dark and imposing, and Harry gazed at it appreciatively. He had always wanted to own a yacht, to be able to take a vacation on his own boat in the ocean, and the imposing look of this ship made him look on in appreciation. The ship slowly approached the shore, being aided in its movement by the Giant Squid.
As it approached, there was a swell in conversation as a speck in the sky grew larger and larger as it approached. Harry snickered with Daphne as some nearby students made appalling guesses as to what it was. It was finally revealed to be a huge carriage, drawn by fiery stallions that were at least ten feet tall. The carriage itself looked like it would house a giant, and this was proven somewhat correct as the door opened, and an absolutely massive woman walked out. Harry immediately smelt the giant-blood in her, and knew that Madame Maxime, the Headmistress of Beauxbatons was a half-giant. However, it was what followed her that took his breath away.
The ladies of Beauxbatons were hot! There was no other way to describe it, every single one of them was beautiful, and had tantalizingly sexy bodies. Harry's eyes were drawn to a blonde who walked past and goggled at him for a second, and smelt the partial Veela blood in her. She was utterly gorgeous, and Harry would have gaped if it weren't for his powerful control over his emotions. As it is, most of the Hogwarts male population was currently drooling at her exquisite form, and Harry inwardly smirked as he realized that his chances of scoring with her were just upped. Veela tended to feel more attracted to those who showed less reaction to their allure, and the fact that Harry's gaze was even, and his face completely masked must have made her feel all hot and bothered. The girls were standing nearby, and a few came over to introduce themselves to Harry, including the Veela girl, whose name, he learned, was Fleur Delacour. They were quite shocked when he replied in French, and smiled at him. He smiled at her, introduced himself, and took her proffered hand, placing a light kiss on her knuckles, and nearly grinning when she blushed. The effect of the blush was that Crabbe spilled himself in his pants, Weasley following him a second later as males with a slightly higher tolerance neared their climax as well. Harry simply felt something battering against his shields with mild force. The Headmistress frowned at her, and Fleur ducked her head in embarrassment, straining herself to pull back her charm as far as she could. Harry felt sympathetic; he knew that it was very taxing for Veela to suppress their charm.
He turned as the students of Durmstrang approached in the slight darkness, and felt a flash of dislike for their Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, who was an ex-Death Eater. The man looked at him appraisingly for a fleeting second, and turned away when he was confronted by Harry's stony gaze. The three heads of schools made their pleasantries, and Karkaroff ushered one of his students nearer to the fire, insisting that the boy might get a head cold. Harry inwardly sneered; the man was showing blatant favoritism, and that simply annoyed him. He understood why a second later, when a duck-footed, burly boy entered the light of the fireplace, recognizing the boy to be the International Quidditch star Viktor Krum. He had apparently caught the snitch at the final of the World Cup two years ago, as a gawking Weasley was currently whispering to those standing nearby.
Krum's eyes flickered over those nearby, and paused when they stopped on Harry, or rather, his scar. He lowered his eyes to Harry's, and they stared into each other's eyes for a second, before Krum looked away, apparently impressed and slightly thankful that Harry was not throwing himself at his feet. Harry nearly scoffed at the boy's vanity, but realized that as a star Quidditch player, he probably received a lot of unwanted attention as well. He could see this through the admiring stares on most of the nearby males' faces, the same stare that Harry had suffered since coming to Hogwarts.
The whole group moved indoors to the Great Hall, and took their seats. The Beauxbatons girls sat with the Ravenclaws and the Durmstrang boys with the Slytherins. Maxime and Karkaroff sat on either side of Dumbledore, McGonagall moving to sit next to Flitwick. Dumbledore himself stood to make an announcement that stopped Krum from introducing himself to Harry, as they were sitting opposite from each other.
He said "Welcome, students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, to Hogwarts castle! I hope that you have a pleasurable stay here, and I wish the champions of either school luck during the competition. It seems that the Durmstrang students will continue to live in their ship with headmaster Karkaroff, and the Beauxbatons ladies will stay in a dorm that has been created for them on the seventh floor. I ask that you give them privacy unless invited to visit, as they will continue their education here. In a few minutes, the Goblet of Fire will be unveiled, and it will be the impartial judge that decides who can enter. The students that wish to enter as champions will have to do so over the next day, as the names will be removed from the Goblet tomorrow night. Thank you. Please enjoy the feast!"
He clapped, and the tables were filled with food. Harry sat next to Daphne, Krum sitting across from them. They served themselves, and Harry noticed Malfoy scowling from the other end of the table. He seemed miffed that Krum would choose to sit away from him, but finally gave up on his attempts to attract Krum's attention, and turned to his food. Krum finally talked after they had finished serving themselves, and spoke in a gruff accent. Despite his behavior, Harry did not underestimate the boy, knowing that if Krum were to be a champion, the Hogwarts champion would certainly have their hands full with him.
"Harry Potter, it vas not known to us that you haff come back to the Wizarding World. May I ask vhere you vere?"
Harry swallowed his potatoes, and replied easily "I lived with a mentor, who died a few months before the school year started, and then decided to go to Hogwarts."
Krum nodded, and asked "You lived in this country?" At Harry's nod, he said "You must haff tried very hard to not be noticed; after all, people vere looking for you, no?"
Harry grinned slightly, and muttered "Yeah, the whole Boy-Who-Lived thing is quite irritating. You probably know what it's like; people gawking at you everywhere."
Krum grinned at him and nodded ruefully, muttering "True…it is quite a pain. I haff come to dislike it very much."
Their conversation dwindled away, and Krum began to chat quietly with his friend Oleg. Harry finished at about the same time as Daphne, and waited for the rest of the students to finish. Finally, the Heads of the schools stood, and dismissed their students, and the students began streaming towards the doors. Harry politely allowed Karkaroff to walk ahead of him, and the man nodded his thanks, only to stop when he saw Harry's scar, which had been shrouded by the darkness earlier. He gaped, and stuttered "H-Harry P-Potter!"
Harry nodded curtly, and Karkaroff looked a bit horrified and angry. He opened his mouth to say something, but Harry just sneered slightly and muttered so that the other students could not hear "I know what you were, cutie, so you should probably keep your mouth shut."
Karkaroff glared, and stalked away before Charles Morgan could say something to the ex-Death Eater. Morgan wore a slight sneer on his face, but his mind was closed, so Harry refrained from scanning the man's mind to see why exactly he wanted to get into his good graces. He returned to the common room with Daphne, thinking that it would be harder for him to train, now that the French ladies were living on the seventh floor as well, relatively close to the Room of Requirement.
He went to bed later that night after visiting Luci and Nikki for half an hour and finishing his homework. Nikki had been overjoyed to see him again, and wanted to play dress-up once more, which Harry had to plead against until she finally conceded, and went to bed herself. He then spent a few minutes on the couch with Luci, just holding her, and running his fingers through her dark tresses, and leaving playful kisses all over her face. She had giggled beautifully, her breasts quivering with each laugh, and Harry had felt a huge sense of love and security while he held her, enjoying the feeling of being free and in the company of one of the most important people in his life.
Harry trudged through the next day as well, finally having his first Potions Class. Charles Morgan, though inexperienced, made up for it with quality. He was a good teacher, and went in depth with each Potion before he made the class brew it, lecturing the students on the properties of various ingredients. Harry still thought something was off with the Potions Teacher, but said and did nothing about it. In the afternoon, he had a free period, and he took that time to train, using Slytherin's sword for a change. The blade felt like an extension of his arm, fitting perfectly into Harry's hand, the weight being perfectly balanced.
He trained in an urban environment, creating a situation where he would play the assassin at a manor. There were twenty guards, all armed with guns, and the main target, who was holed up in his study, which was guarded by two of the guards. Harry used all of his advantages in the fight, sneaking through the shadows to make his kills. The first two guards were standing by the door to the mansion, framing it. He took out the first by sprinting out of the darkness and diving like a swimmer to push his sword through the man's throat, while his left arm flung a dagger through the forehead of the other man. He then snuck in through a side window, knowing that it would be stupid to go through the door. He systematically took out the other guards, getting one of them by lowering his body from the ceiling, and jamming his dagger through the man's skull. The two that framed the doorway to the study died as Harry appeared in the shadow between them, rising quickly and pushing a fist into both men's foreheads, the three claws plunging out from between his knuckles to penetrate their brains. They 'died' immediately, and Harry gently slipped in from the door, knowing that he had made no noise outside. Still, he had a throwing knife in his hand, and when he entered, he saw his target, who was sitting facing the door, rise with a gun in his hand.
Harry rolled forward with Vampiric speed, and hurled the knife with his right hand, and it embedded itself into the man's throat and exploded, taking half his head with it. The man had not even had the chance to lift the gun higher than waist level. Getting rid of the layout, he asked for a dojo, and called up an opponent, who he fought using the Ninja Sword. For forty minutes, he battled with the other, easily slipping into the "Meuchelmörder Kunst." Finally, sweaty and tired, he showered in the room itself, and used cleaning spells and deodorizing spells to get the dirt and sweat off his clothes. He returned the sword and his other weapons to his trunk, which he now carried around with him, shrunken and stashed in his waist-pouch. He then headed down to the Great Hall for dinner, intent on doing his homework later that night; he only had Potions work to do.
The knowledge from the wands/staves were slowly seeping into his mind, and Harry had covered some of the powerful and ancient battle arts from Slytherin, and some brilliant Transfiguration spells meant for Dueling purposes from Gryffindor. He found one of the spells extremely useful, except for the fact that only exceedingly powerful wizards and witches could use it. It had been created by Gryffindor himself, after a rather impressive scientific insight.
Gryffindor had correctly surmised that the air must be made of some invisibly small particles, although he did not name them. The spell, which had the incantation "Transmutatio Necrena", basically transfigured an atom into a physical shield for extremely powerful curses. The modification "Necrena" created a physical shield that looked like a Battle Shield to be used with a sword, and it would hover in front of the caster until it was struck by a curse of any strength, at which point it would disintegrate into nothingness. Harry was able to do this wordlessly, which was quite a feat.
He was lost in his thoughts as he walked through the doors and sat next to Daphne for the meal, not realizing that his life was about to take a rather odd turn. He ate well after casting the customary detection charms, enjoying the food that the House Elves had prepared, and waited with the rest to hear the names of the champions. Daphne seemed excited, and he grinned at her as he told her to calm down, and she stuck her tongue out in response. Crouch, Bagman and Fudge were present as well, obviously to hear the announcement of the Champions.
Finally, Harry looked up as Dumbledore said "Attention! The Goblet of Fire has been lying in the Hall since last night, and students have had the chance to put their names in if they wish to compete. Now, it is time to find out who the three champions will be."
He walked up to the Goblet, which was steaming blue smoke, and placed his hands on it, and mumbled softly. The smoke grew red, and with a flourish, flames exploded into existence at the mouth of the cup. A few seconds later, there was another explosion, and a singed piece of paper flew into Dumbledore's hands, and he smiled as he read out "The champion for Beauxbatons will be Ms. Fleur Delacour!"
There was a host of applause as the beautiful girl stood, and was ushered into an adjoining room. Dumbledore then prodded the cup, and a few seconds later, another piece of parchment was emitted. Dumbledore grinned and announced "The champion for Hogwarts will be Mr. Cedric Diggory!"
Harry saw a young man get up from the Hufflepuff table and flash an endearing smile as he stalked up to the other room. He had heard that of all the Hogwarts students trying to be Champions, there were two Gryffindors, one Hufflepuff, a Ravenclaw and no Slytherins. For some reason, Harry simply knew that Karkaroff would have prevented his other students from putting their names into the Goblet, so that Viktor Krum would be the only contestant from the school.
Sure enough, a minute later, Dumbledore read "The champion for Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum!"
Krum got up from his seat on the Slytherin table, and stalked through the door at the end of the hall at the receiving end of huge applause. Harry just clapped politely, and got back to his dessert. Dumbledore stroked the Goblet of Fire, and started "Students, can we have another round of applause-" but was cut off as the Goblet burst into flames once more.
The whole hall stared, transfixed, as a singed piece of parchment flew out of the brim. Dumbledore grabbed it, and stared incredulously at the piece of paper for a second, and then cleared his throat. In a shaky voice, he said "Harry Potter…"
Harry, who had simply been looking on in interest, gaped in shock for a second. Dumbledore announced once more "Harry Potter", which unleashed a flurry of conversation and heated arguments between the Heads of the school and the three Ministry personnel.
Harry stood up fluidly, and glared at Dumbledore as he said "Headmaster, will you kindly tell me why the hell my name is on that paper when I did not put it there?"
Dumbledore said "Mr. Potter, did you ask an older student to put your name in? Did you cross the line yourself? How did this happen?"
Harry, who was completely incensed now, snarled "How should I know? I am far from interested in competing in this tournament!"
Dumbledore asked "Mr. Potter, are you sure? You must be completely truthful."
Harry rolled his eyes at the old man, and said clearly through the hall, changing the minds of those who disbelieved him. "I, Lord Harry James Potter, Lord of Potter, do hereby swear on my life and magic that I did not submit, or ask another to submit my name into the Goblet of Fire. I also swear that I had no interest in competing in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and have no knowledge of how my name was entered. So it has been sworn, so mote it be."
There was an intake of breath as those who did not believe Harry realized that if he had been lying, then he would currently be dead. Dumbledore nodded shakily, but still motioned for Harry to follow the other champions. Harry did so, a scowl marring his face as he stalked away, muttering obscenities under his breath. He followed the twisting passageway into a room filled with trinkets, and disgustedly slumped on a chair, ignoring the inquisitive glances of the other champions.
Fleur walked over and asked "What iz eet, 'Arry? Do zey need uz back zaire?"
He shook his head, a scowl still on his face, and muttered "Somehow, my bloody name was chucked into that infernal Goblet, and the stupid thing came out a few seconds after you left. I don't understand how an artifact that has chosen only three champions for the past seven hundred years suddenly chooses four for a change. What the hell is this bullshit?"
The others were shocked, and were about to ask him more when Crouch, Fudge, Bagman, Karkaroff, Maxime, McGonagall and Dumbledore walked in, arguing furiously. Finally, Dumbledore called for silence, and turned to Crouch, asking "Bartemius, what do the rules say about anything like this?"
Crouch looked back at the others, and replied "All names that come out of the Goblet are Champions for their respective schools."
Harry interrupted "Whatever. I am not competing, so I am hereby withdrawing from this whole shindig, okay?"
Crouch chuckled wryly, and turned to Harry and said the damning words. "Sorry, Mr. Potter, but when your name comes out of the Goblet, it constitutes a binding, formal Magical Contract. You are now bound to competing in this Tournament, whether you like it or not. Unfortunately, you cannot even concede the different tasks by not attempting them, or making a shoddy attempt. The contract states that each competitor must try to win to the best of their abilities, and try to score as high as they can."
Harry gaped at him, and protested "But I didn't put my name in! Cast a revealing charm on the paper or something! Maybe it'll tell you who put it in, and you can force them into my position!"
Crouch replied "Sorry, Mr. Potter, but it does not matter who put it in, all that matters is the name on it. We did cast a revealing charm, and it positively identified the handwriting as yours. It is my impression that whoever put your name in must have stolen a piece of homework or some such scrap of parchment that had your name on it, and cut out the bit that had your name on it to use."
Harry buried his head in his hands, and breathed in deeply, before turning to Karkaroff and Maxime. He asked "Headmaster and Headmistress, what do you think?"
Maxime seemed pleased by his genuine dislike for the situation, and the politeness which he showed them, and said "Mr. Potter, I zink you should compete. Alzough eet eez unfair zat 'ogwarts 'az two champions, zaire eez nozing we can do about eet."
Karkaroff scowled, and said "I see I have no choice but to agree. Personally, I think this whole thing is disgusting!"
Dumbledore then said "Very well, then. Mr. Potter will compete as a second Hogwarts champion. I am terribly sorry about this; it was never intended to happen."
Harry groaned and said "Fine. I'll do this, its not like I have a choice anyways. Oh, Headmaster, could you kindly inform the others outside that I did not enter my own name? I have no wish to be treated like a liar."
Dumbledore nodded, and the Ministry people explained the basic rules of the tournament. Dumbledore left to tell the students about what had happened. When it was time to leave, Fudge tried to pull Harry to the side, to have a word, but Harry repeatedly had to refuse. Finally, he got pissed off, and snarled "Minister, is it so hard for you to understand English? I do not wish to speak to you, so kindly take the hint that I have been forcing to you for the past five minutes, and bugger off! Jesus; with leaders like you, it's no surprise that Voldemort is such a big deal!"
The Minister went red in the face, and shouted "How dare you talk to me like that? I'm the Minister for Magic!"
Harry sneered "Yes, you idiot, you are. And if you don't shut up and piss off soon, I'll make it so that you used to be the Minister for Magic! Stop bandying your title around! This is harassment and Minister or not, I can sue you. So, get the hell out of my face, I have better things to do than to talk to the obvious result of a drunken night and a burst condom!"
He savagely finished his little tirade, and turned away, stalking back to Slytherin Tower wearing his 'Demon Face'. Truthfully, Harry had never been quite so angry before, and he stormed in to the common room, people around him backing away slightly as he walked past. He pushed open the door to his room, and tore off his clothes, tossing them into the hamper nearby. He was interrupted by a knock on the door, and he opened it up, wearing only his boxers.
His temper shrank down when he saw Daphne, and he invited her in, and flopped down on his bed with an exasperated sigh. She shut the door behind her, and straddled his body, wearing a light blue set of pajamas. He put his hands on her hips as she leaned over him, and she lowered her head to kiss him gently. He gave in to the kiss, and reciprocated, gently massaging her hips while he sucked on her lower lip. She withdrew from him and unbuttoned her top, taking it off to reveal her breasts, her nipples hard from the slight chill in the room. Lifting up his hands, she placed them on her breasts, and closed his fingers around the perfect globes of flesh, shuddering as she felt his warm touch envelope her nipples. He gently kneaded her breasts, and stroked her nipples while they kissed, tongues dancing together. She shifted her neck to give him access to it, and he bit down gently, without breaking the skin. She gasped both in surprise and pleasure, and her grip on his chest grew tighter. He moved her body up so that he could kiss her breasts, and he took great pleasure in running his tongue over her cleavage and between her breasts. She moaned into his ear, making him shiver, and he placed his warm mouth over her nipple, licking it and sucking on it pleasurably while he cupped her breast. She moaned again, and gripped his hair in her fingers. She withdrew from him, and pulled down her pants and underwear, helping him to pull off his boxers as well.
Harry's eyes roamed her body appreciatively, making her blush, and he eyed the amazing example of womanhood in front of him. His hands reached up to take her into his arms, and they gently ran over her body, starting from the neck to slide down over her chest, running over her breast and grazing the nipple before sliding over her smooth stomach and down through the small, trimmed growth of dark hair above her crotch, to finally cup her sex. She moaned in pleasure at his touch, and he rolled them over so that she was on her back, and he was straddling her. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply as he held her hips, and kissed her neck gently. She nearly screamed when Harry's fingers began touching her most sensitive spot, rubbing and stroking for a while before his finger penetrated her, causing her to give a short cry.
Still kissing her neck, he mumbled "Do you want me, Daphne?"
Through her gasps, she cried "Yes, Harry, please…oh god! Please!"
He teased her for a few more minutes, playing with her breasts with his left hand while his right stroked her, asking her how much she wanted him. Finally, he kissed her lips gently, and positioned himself above her entrance. He pushed in to her gently, wincing at her slight cry of pain, and waited a few seconds. Then, he began moving in and out of her, slowly getting faster and faster. With each thrust, he pushed himself into her all the way. Burying his full length inside her, and enjoying every cry of passion that erupted from her mouth. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent scream until a few minutes later, when that scream was vocalized rather loudly when she climaxed a few seconds before Harry, who spilled his seed into. He cleaned it off easily, and kissed her once more, and rolled them around again. When he became hard again, he told her to take control, and so she did, bouncing up and down on him, riding him pleasurably. Harry reached up to hold the bouncing globes of flesh in his hands, kneading them as she moved, and rubbing her nipples. Her moans filled the room, as did his, and a little later, they cried out together as they came. She slumped on top of him, and he withdrew from inside her, using his wand to cast a variant of the contraceptive charm that worked even after the act.
Still breathless and sweaty, they cuddled up together in the bed, sliding underneath the covers. Harry held Daphne in his arms as they fell asleep together, his arm wrapped around her to rest against her flat stomach. She was spooned against him, and his head was nestled into her dark tresses, his breath playing across the back of her head as they slept together in peace.
The next morning saw Harry and Daphne wake up at seven. She awoke, feeling slightly sore, and smiled as she remembered what had happened last night. She turned around in Harry's arms and snuggled into his front. He stirred lightly, and held her tightly, nuzzling her cheek with his. They lay there for a few minutes, just holding each other, until Harry finally opened his eyes. He looked into Daphne's eyes, and kissed her nose, making her giggle. He was amused, and he nibbled on the tip of her nose, and then licked the side of her face, making her shriek with laughter, and buck around in his arms. He grinned, and rolled them over so that he was on his back. She snuggled into him, and he held her tightly under the sheets, his palms cupping her rear.
Finally, they crawled out of bed, and Harry watched, transfixed, as Daphne stretched. Her body was beautiful, and in the early morning light that was thrown across her front, she looked divine. He cupped her cheek, and kissed her gently, playfully tugging on her lower lip as she moaned into his mouth. She pushed him backwards onto the bed, and crawled on top of him, her breasts hanging above his face. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it lightly, before he pulled her down, and hugged her. They lay there cuddled together for a while, until Harry finally lifted her up, and indicated that it was nearing 8 AM. She nodded, and gave him a passionate kiss on the mouth, and playfully tugged on his manhood, lightly rubbing it against her crotch. He groaned, and she giggled in response, but they finally separated and took off to shower. They met again at breakfast, sitting together and munching on their cereal.
Classes that day were boring, and Harry trudged through them in annoyance, repeatedly cursing his decision to go to Hogwarts. Daphne just laughed at the disgruntled expression on his face. People from all houses chose to stop by Harry and sympathize about the situation with the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Harry came by Cedric Diggory, who seemed friendly enough, and he knew that the boy would definitely try his hardest to win. Although he was reputed to be a playboy and a bit of a dunce, Harry knew that this was far from true, and that the boy was actually quite smart. Cedric did not seem to be in awe of either Harry or Krum, and he was simply a pleasant person. While they were in Defense with Moody, a mousy looking boy from Gryffindor interrupted the class, looking oddly similar to Peter Pettigrew with his mousy face and watery eyes.
The boy knocked on the door, and opened it, telling Moody "Professor Moody, the Champions are requested to come down to the wand assessment ceremony and the photographs for the Prophet. Can Harry come?"
Moody grunted his acknowledgement, and Harry groaned audibly, and banged his forehead on the desk a few times, making the gnarled Auror and the rest of the class laugh. Weasley had a jealous look on his face, and Malfoy just glared at Harry. He slung his bag over his shoulder and followed the mousy boy, Colin Creevy, out with a defeated look on his face. The whole way down to the same room that the champions had been in last night, the mousy boy kept irritating him with annoying questions and an extremely irritating star-struck look. Harry cursed inaudibly, and thanked all the gods he knew when they got to the room, and the boy left.
Before leaving, though, he called "Bye Harry! I'll see you around, I guess!"
Harry groaned, making Cedric, who had just got there as well, laugh, and muttered "Not if I can help it, mousy."
They walked through the door and took seats, and Harry noticed a woman gazing at him with an almost predatory expression. She was ugly, and had the most obnoxious sense of fashion, unlike Harry who always looked like a model. She wore these odd glasses that made her look like an insect, and had what Harry recognized to be a Quick-Quotes Quill. She had the distinct aura of an Animagus, and he could literally smell the insect in her. He knew her from Dumbledore's memories to be Rita Skeeter, and she approached them soon enough. She spent no more than thirty seconds taking a group photograph, in which Harry cast a charm to obscure his face, and then pounced on Harry.
"Ah, the famous Harry Potter. Would you mind terribly to give me an interview? Thanks."
Harry just sneered at her, and she began talking even without getting any consent from him. The quill began writing on its own, and Harry stared, horrified, as it wrote something about how his eyes were glistening with tears because of the memories of his parents. It all got too much for Harry, and he wandlessly sent a fireball at both the parchment and the quill, incinerating them immediately. She was appalled, and puffed herself up to shriek at him. Harry, practically floating on the power coursing through him, did something that he had seen in an old movie. He made a choking motion with his right hand, and she gasped and clawed at her neck due to her inability to breathe.
The others weren't watching, and he leaned close to her, and his eyes glittered maliciously as he said "Skeeter, you do not want to piss me off. If I find out that you've written any bullshit about me, I will tell the ministry about a certain bug that has been flying around. Secondly, you will stay far away from my private and public life, and report only the truth, not the drivel that you usually print, understood? Not a single photograph or article about me. Even if you register, I can still get you a year in Azkaban for going through the learning process by yourself without Ministry supervision. As long as you take a Witch's Oath to do as I said, I see no reason to get you in trouble. Now, piss off, and do only what you are supposed to do."
She had gradually paled as he talked, and he grinned at her evilly, and released his hold on her neck, making her collapse against the wall, breathing heavily. She looked at him and nodded, scared, and inched away. She whispered, holding her wand in her hand "I, Rita Mary Skeeter, do hereby swear upon my magic to follow the rules laid down by Lord Harry James Potter, Lord of Potter. So it has been sworn, and so mote it be."
Harry nodded and turned away to face Ollivander, who had come in at that moment. The man had heard the last bit of the conversation, namely Skeeter's oath, grinned at Harry. Although Harry had obliviated the man a long time ago, Ollivander was a Vampire, and an elder as well, so he knew who Harry was, and he had had his memories returned to him by a sheepish Harry. He had been running his wand shop since 382 BC, and had made staves for Merlin and the Founders. He walked over to Harry and hugged him tightly, an embrace that Harry returned with equal fervor.
They separated, and Harry grinned as he muttered "Sir, I have recently been given two wands that you might recognize. You made them oh, a thousand or so years ago. You know these? The Sorting Hat was kind enough to give them to me."
Ollivander gaped as Harry took out the wands of Slytherin and Gryffindor and held them out. Ollivander knew of the protective runes and charms on them, so he did not try to touch them. He stared at them, and then at Harry, whispering "Dear boy, everything seems to happen to you! These were some of my best creations ever, apart from the wands that you and Tom Riddle carry. Although, I would say that your wand is probably the best one ever, especially after the runic work that I did on it. You are the Founders' Student?"
Harry nodded, and Ollivander grinned at him, muttering "Corvai, you never cease to surprise me. Oh, and that Potion did wonders for my wands; I can finally use Silver in my wands. It was very sad what happened to Severus, though, and I found it distasteful what the Ministry did, or rather, did not do."
Harry nodded, and Ollivander turned to the other champions to start the inspection ceremony. As Harry was tucking away his wands, Ollivander said "Well, lady and gents, why don't we get down to business?"
He took Cedric's wand first, and muttered "Hmm…Dragon Heartstring and Ebony. Nice, flexible wand…and in excellent condition. Avis!" A flock of birds came out of the wand and disappeared a few seconds later, and he nodded. Then he moved on to Fleur and took her wand. He examined it and said "Nine inches…Oak…and hair of a Veela? Good condition as well. Orchidaeous!" Krum was last, and Ollivander took it, muttering "Ah, a Gregorovitch creation. He is a good wand maker, but his wands are somewhat temperamental. Let's see…thirteen and a half inches, dragon scale and griffin's wing feather. Decent condition, you should polish it sometime. Flammere!" The wand emitted a fireball that left a small scorch mark on the roof.
He handed the wand back, and said "Well, that's done. Thank you and I'm pleased that you have taken such good care of your wands."
Dumbledore cleared his throat and said "Uh, Gustav? You have not checked Mr. Potter's wand yet."
Ollivander shook his head and said "No, Albus, I would not have to. The work that I did on that wand is my best, and the charms and runes inlaid into it would prevent me from touching it, let alone ever letting the wand fall apart. I doubt anything less than the Killing Curse could damage it in any way. I presume you have not lost your wand or broken it somehow, Harry?"
He grinned in response and replied "Come on, sir! You know me better than that!"
Ollivander smiled, and Dumbledore said, having some trouble controlling his temper, "Gustav, I am shocked that you would not inform me if you knew of Mr. Potter's whereabouts for the past few years!"
Before Ollivander could reply, Harry said "Headmaster, if I asked Master Ollivander to keep my information a secret, I do not see why it should be any of your business. I will repeat once more; do not presume to act like you have some sort of claim over me. I tire of constantly having to remind you that I am not one of your possessions!"
Dumbledore had to try extremely hard to keep himself from shouting, and he simply kept quiet. Ollivander winked at Harry, and took his leave through the Floo. As the champions left, Ha