Chapter Four - The Goblet Of Fire

*Italics = Different Language*

Three Years Later - 1994

In the great hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the students of three different schools all sat in quiet anticipation as the Goblet Of Fire churned out the first little piece of paper, spitting it out and it falling delicately into the hands of one Albus Dumbledore.

Looking down past his half moon spectacles, he looked back up at the crowd of students with a warm, grandfatherly smile and called out "The champion from Durmstrang… Viktor Krum!"

The crowd of students cheered, the Durmstrang students especially, beating their fists to the long house table at which they sat. The cheering died down as the fire in the Goblet turned an almost violet colour as it spat out another note.

"The champion from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic… Fleur Delacour!" Called out the Headmaster, much to the dismay of many of the Beauxbaton students, some of whom cried amongst the clapping from the other schools.

The Goblet fire changed colours once more, spitting out what could only be the Hogwart Champions name. Once more being caught by the Headmaster, he looked upon the note for a moment before breaking out into his widest, proudest smile yet. "The champion of Hogwarts… Cedric Diggory!" The great hall burst out into its loudest bout of applause yet, with the generally well liked Cedric Diggory getting to his feet, his cheeks red and an embarrassed yet pleased smile on his face. Just as he up and left, entering the small antechamber at the back of the great hall, Headmaster Dumbledore began speaking out to the hall at large, starting the explanation of what will come next, however before he could continue the Goblet of Fire once more changed colour and began flaring rather violently before spitting out a fourth slip of parchment.

Catching the note, the Headmaster visibly paled and looked around the great hall, almost in a panic. Clearing his throat, he called out a name he had thought about a lot in the last few years, yet had not seen or heard from in thirteen years. "Harry Potter!" Silence answered him in the great hall, before the students broke into whispers and murmurs, discussing this new turn of events. The Boy-Who-Lived, who was supposed to come to Hogwarts when he was eleven, had never arrived. He had not even been where the Headmaster had left him, with the Dursleys. In fact, the Dursleys themselves had been found dead, but the body of Harry Potter had never been found.

Only some high ranking officials within the Ministry Of Magic knew about this, along with some members of the Order Of The Phoenix. Albus Dumbledore knew for a fact the boy still lived, due to the several artefacts he had created himself that monitored the boy's health. But he had never in all of these years been able to find him.

He called out once more, in vain and hope. "Harry Potter!" He almost shouted, yet just as he knew would happen, nobody answered.

Just over a thousand miles away, a tall and strong lad of about fourteen years awoke from his slumber, his bright green eyes burning in the dark of his room. He uttered one word into the silence. "Shit."

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The next day, Harry James Potter, or as everyone at Durmstrang and at home now knew him, Hadrian Diedrich Rosier, paced in the office of the Durmstrang Institute Deputy Headmaster, raging at what had happened at Hogwarts the previous night. News travels fast in the magical world, and it wasn't long in the morning before his school friends approached him, practically shoving a copy of the newspaper in his face. Having read the headlines, he quickly marched up to the Deputy Headmasters office, students retreating from him in his towering rage as crackles of electricity sparked off of his clenched fists.

The Deputy Headmaster, Valter Bergmann, was a formidable man in his own right, yet even he looked apprehensive at the student pacing before him. Hadrian was now in his fourth year at Durmstrang, and he had already proven himself a dangerous foe for anybody to have. Even Headmaster Karkaroff trod lightly around the boy, only speaking to him if completely necessary. For a fourteen year old, he commanded a lot of respect not only from the student body, but in the German magical community. He had started winning duelling competitions just after his second year, but that was not what people remembered. It was how brutal the boy had been in them, using borderline banned spells to accomplish his victories. He did not shy away from causing pain, something that concerned a lot of people.

And yet, the boy was well liked and even loved, by many. Coming from a family as wealthy as the Rosier's, he regularly donated funds to causes in need, and even volunteered for charity work within the magical community. What astounded most however was his attitude in doing so, always humble, kind, a smile on his handsome face as he showed young magical orphans extraordinary feats of magic.

As Valter Bergmann watched the young man pace, he could not help but admire him. When the lad had first arrived at Durmstrang, he had been tall for his age, with a messy mop of black hair on his head, making the young lad's face stand out, his emerald green eyes making the look quite startling to those who first saw him. Now, the lad had changed in appearance almost dramatically. The pudgy childish fat had gone from his face, having now turned narrow, gaunt even, yet extremely handsome. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, his face looked almost chiselled like a statue. However, Hadrian had made several changes to his appearance in different ways. His once raven black hair was a mess of blonde white on top, with his back and sides shaved into a skin fade.

This lack of long hair at the sides revealed several silver piercings in his lower left ear, a silver horned piercing in his left eyebrow and a silver nose ring in his left nostril. Under his left eye was a small tattoo, a thin chain hanging down from his tear duct, reaching an eight pointed star that looked to be covered in barbs. It was a very small tattoo, yet stood out starkly on the young man's face. When Valter had asked Hadrian what the symbol represented, the young lad simply smiled brightly and said "Chaos, Sir." It was only recently that he learned that Hadrian was a big fan of a muggle sci-fi universe that had been released a few years earlier. Whatever that was, the Deputy Headmaster was not sure.

Interrupting his thought process, the fireplace in his office burst into life, and out stepped a man whose presence alone made him shiver. He only knew the man as Hans Becker, Hadrian Rosiers guardian. The man took one look around the room, nodding respectfully at the Deputy Headmaster before smiling warmly at Hadrian, who returned the smile briefly before he threw over the newspaper he had been holding, which was deftly caught by 'Hans' who took one look before throwing it onto the desk. "Well, I had wondered how they would try to find you but this is not quite what I had expected. I assume you already have a plan in place to deal with this, Hadrian?"

The young man nodded, his eyes determined. "Naturally. I have no choice but to head there immediately, the threat to my magic is not something I will abide by. However I require permission from Deputy Headmaster Bergmann to take along four of my… allies, from here, to escort me to Hogwarts." At this, Hadrian looked at Valter pointedly. Valter, for his part, simply nodded vigorously. He remembered what had happened the last time Hans Becker had come to the office and had shown a portion of his displeasure, and he was not keen for a repeat showing.

Hadrian accepted the nod with a quick and spoke once more "Thank you Sir. Would you mind if I had a moment alone with my Guardian?" Valter replied "Of course Mr. Rosier, take as long as you need." And with that, the Deputy Headmaster took his leave.

Once the door had closed behind him, Hadrian quickly cast a locking and silencing spell on the door, turning back around to face 'Hans Becker' who by now had already changed his appearance, his face now that of Gellert Grindelwald. "Father, with your permission, I will have elements of our Muggle forces relocated to Britain. Should I need the support, I do not wish to have to wait for their arrival from overseas. Would this be acceptable?"

Gellert Grindelwald nodded, finally opening up his arms in a welcoming gesture, to which an eager Hadrian quickly ran, embracing him warmly. A muffled "Thank you, Father." was heard from his shoulder. Gellert sighed. Even with how much Hadrian had grown up, he sometimes had to remember that he was still only fourteen. The way the lad acted sometimes, people thought he was already a grown man.

He looked down once more at the newspaper that lay on the desk of the Deputy Headmaster, the headline staring up at him.

"Boy-Who-Lived chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament, but where is he?!"

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It had been two days since the choosing of the champions, and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was nervous. He had received a letter from the Durmstrang Deputy Headmaster of all people, informing him that one 'Hadrian Diedrich Rosier' formerly known as Harry James Potter, would be arriving at Hogwarts today. How Harry Potter had ended up at the Durmstrang Institute, he did not know, however he would find out.

Now that the boy would return to Britain, he could work on him, make him see his way of thinking. He knew that the boy was key to the defeat of Voldemort, but the boy needed to die, he was sure of it. He hated himself for it, however in his mind it was the only way. Albus Dumbledore did not like or even tolerate the taking of another's life, but it was for the Greater Good, after all.

He sighed as he and the rest of the school and visitors waited for the appearance of the fourth champion. He thought back to the time a few years back when the man he had once loved, Gellert Grindelwald, had escaped from prison. If only Gellert had seen reason and calmed his violence, they could have accomplished so much, and he could have finally convinced Gellert that he too, loved Albus.

A loud noise of raging fire woke him from his inner thoughts as the fireplace the entire school had been watching erupted into green flames. He held his breath as four imposing Durmstrang red uniformed students stepped out of the fire, each taking a position on either side of the fireplace and standing to attention, like soldiers. Behind Dumbledore, Igor Karkaroff made an attempt to look cool and collected, but anyone who looked carefully could see he was sweating.

After another moment of wait, another young man stepped out of the green flames, wearing the same uniform as the rest of the Durmstrang students, but in black with silver trims. The young man made a show of dusting himself off before withdrawing his wand and holding it to his side casually, looking around the milling crowd of students and teachers, before looking directly at Albus Dumbledore and speaking English but with a strong yet clear German accent.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I understand that I have been chosen to be a champion of the Triwizard Tournament… I must ask how this has happened, considering that I was in a completely different country?" His voice was laced with what could only be described as bored tiredness, as if he could not be bothered with the conversation.

Albus Dumbledore did not answer right away, instead he, like everyone else present, took in the young man's appearance. Short white blonde hair, in stark contrast to the black hair he had when he was younger and in the several books that had been written about him, he was almost as tall now than even James had been in his seventh year. Silver piercings in his ear, eyebrow and nose, even tattoos on his face! He would have to convince the boy to rid himself of the silly jewellery and have the tattoo removed, it did not look good to have the Hero of the Wizarding World looking so unruly! Harry looked like a common criminal in his eyes!

"I have asked you a question, Headmaster Dumbledore. Please do not make me repeat it, I am not a patient man." Harry's voice broke everyone from their stupor, and some of the teachers gaped at the audacity of the young man.

Clearing his throat, Dumbledore started to speak. "First of all Harry, I'd like to welcome you to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry-" "Stop." He was cut off before he could continue.

The lad had a hand raised imperiously, shaking his head with a frown. "I will stop you right there. My name is no longer Harry James Potter, it has not been for some years. I have taken my mothers family name, which many of you if any of you do not know, my mother was an orphan child of the Rosier family. My name is Hadrian Diedrich Rosier, and you would all do well to remember it." Hadrian twirled his wand around his fingers effortlessly, before finishing his little speech.

"But you Headmaster, will address me by my title. It is Lord Rosier to you, nothing more, nothing less. To forget this would be… very bad for our budding relationship." Hadrian finished with a hungry, almost predatory grin on his face as he then turned to Headmaster Karkaroff, who let out an almost inaudible squeak.

"Headmaster Karkaroff, how…thrilling, to see you again. You will show me where we Durmstrang students are staying, yes?"

Karkaroff, now a sickly pale colour, nodded emphatically, rushing past the crowd as Hadrian and his fellow arrivals marched through. As they exited the castle through the main gate, Hadrian's voice called back to them. "Once I have settled, I expect a good explanation for this, Headmaster Dumbledore. A very good explanation."

AUTHORS NOTE

Hey guys! As you can see, going for a sort of badass bad guy Harry, people are gonna be shit scared of him. But he is actually a nice guy, really.

The tattoo on his face is literally the 8 pointed star of chaos from Warhammer 40k, I love the design of it and thought the idea of Harry being a fan of the universe, especially considering that it is muggle, was entertaining.

The tattoo is there for a reason as well, but that will come later on.
He decided on a full name change to better fit in with his surroundings, keep in mind, they live in Germany and he goes to Durmstrang. He did not drop the Potter name out of hatred, he has simply been practical, taking up the Rosier family name due to their apparent prestige and fortune.

Now, vote time!

I have stated from the start that Harry / Daphne will be the pairing, however I am at the moment more inclined to either change it from Daphne or add in Fleur Delacour, as her family will prove very important to Grindelwald/Hadrian's plans.

So, to vote Daphne, simply reply with Haphne!
To vote Fleur, simply reply with Flowerpot!

I shall hopefully decide before the next chapter, as I plan on doing the introductions then.
Hope you guys enjoy the chapter!