As of posting, other than editing what I saw as I wrote, this chapter has not been properly edited.

I was contemplating writing another filler chapter, but decided I needed to get on with the story. I will say this now, yes, Jacob is arrogant. But, considering that he has had a lot of training throughout the years, though lazy, he is beyond what most of his fellow classmates are at. He is skilled at practical skills, but still learning theoretical information. His skills have only been challenged by his family. At this point in time, he is better versed than cannon HP, but lacking in being in over his head. No Quirrelmort, no basilisk, no defending off a hundred dementors. The tournament will be his first challenge.


Like with all things, time has passed. For some, it was only just a few short years of living in the excitement of limited time. For others, it was a much, much longer amount of time.

For Jacob Potter, who was just now waiting for the selection of the Tri-Wizards tournament, had three very interesting years in his time at Hogwarts. Just take for instance in his first year. On Halloween night a troll had been let into the school. Yes, yes, he should feel bad about that girl that was in his year that got hurt. But, she was just some annoying witch, always acting like she was the most knowledgable person in the world. Thank Merlin that she had decided to leave the school after that… incident, it would have been dreadful for his whole school to be saddled with being near her.

Along with that, there was the whole Philosopher stone thing. It had almost been stolen from Gringotts, only to be taken out a mere few hours by Hagrid. Ron had wanted to explore everything about it, and Neville helped to curb Ron's over-enthusiastic tendencies in being Aurors. It would have been wicked awesome if he could have held in his hands that had such a fabled story. From what Professor Dumbledore said, Professor Quirell had died in protecting it from an intruder. Scary.

In his second year, it was not nearly as exciting. Other than that imbecilic caretaker's cat being petrified, and a fake warning about the non-existent Chamber of Secrets. Nobody heard anything further after that. It would have been wicked if it was some monster wandering around the school. He was the Boy Who Lived, and he would have easily slain whatever monster it might have been.

In his third year, that was a horrible year. Peter Pettigrew, the person that had betrayed his location to Voldemort, who had supposedly been dead ever since he blew himself up in a muggle street, had been found alive. The whole of the British Auror force had to perform a nationwide manhunt for him. Because of that, that idiot Fudge, who his dad hated with a passion, had placed dementors to 'protect' Hogwarts for whatever evil plans might have for the students. Those were the same dementors that seemed to have an insatiable appetite for him. Thankfully, Uncle Remus, who was the DADA teacher that year, had helped him learn to cast a Patronus. Jacob ignored the fact that he could barely get the beginning of a corporeal form from his Patronus. He was still able to drive off the dementor that had attacked him, when he was by himself near the Black Lake.

Even with the manhunt going on for Pettigrew going on, this year Britain had hosted the Quidditch World Cup. Even though England had not been in the finals, at least Ireland, one of the isles, had been in it, and they had won. It was one of the greatest games that Jacob had ever seen. Even though he disliked Bulgaria, he could honestly admit that Krum, the seeker, was great at his job. Though, Jacob thought to himself that he could beat Krum if he was given half a chance. He was the undefeated Seeker of Gryffindor, after all.

The only problem with this year, so far, was that he was deemed too young to participate in the Tri-Wizard tournament. Even though Jacob was only a fourth year student, with what Uncle Remus, Uncle Sirius, Mum, and Dad had been teaching him ever since he was old enough to start learning magic, he was told he was much further along with his education than what his grades reflected. It was not like grades mattered all that much. At least not when he was the Boy Who Lived, and would be able to do anything that he wished when he graduated from Hogwarts.

As Jacob heard the names called out when they came out of the Goblet of Fire, he used his expert appraisal skills in deciding how much he could defeat the Champions, if he would be allowed in it. Cedric Diggory would not be that much of a problem. Yes, the girls all said he was handsome, but that was the only good about him. As for Fleur Delacour, that half-breed should not have even been allowed to be in Hogwarts, let alone as a champion for the tournament. She only had her allure and her flaming bird powers, nothing to worry about. And for the last competitor, Victor Krum, he could play Quidditch just as well as Jacob could, but he could barely speak a word of English. Krum was obviously just a dumb jock. Powerful, but nothing more than that.

With a bellowing voice, Professor Dumbledore called out when a fourth piece of paper exited the goblet. "Jacob Potter."

'Yes, Grandpa did it for me. He got me into the tournament. And look, he's having trouble keeping trouble keeping the pride on his face. It's obvious he wanted me to be the champion.'

With all the years of practice of being the Boy Who Lived, Jacob put on his game face, not allowing any of his giddiness from showing. With his face relaxed into a look of worthiness, he rose from his seat and followed towards where the previously selected champions had went. He was a champion, and he would only allow people to see that he knew he would be victorious.

"Jacob? Did they send you to get us?" Asked Cedric.

'These are my enemies from this point in time. I must not show them any weakness,' thought Jacob. "No. Fact of the matter, is that I'm the fourth champion. Even though I didn't even put my name in it, the goblet decided I was worthy enough to be a champion."

The French witch huffed up, in an attempt to try an intimidate Jacob. "Leetle boy, 'ow dare you."

"I dare. You…" Jacob started to say.

"Silence Potter, you insufferable child." Of course it was the sleazy potions professor that interrupted Jacob.

Jacob gave Professor Snape a contemptuous look. "Shut-up Snivelous. Nobody was even talking to you."

"Detention, Potter. You're already making the school look bad by cheating yourself into the tournament. Even your father wasn't this lacking in decorum." Professor Snape sneered down at the boy, trying to intimidate him.

Instead of lowering himself down the Snape's level, Jacob walked away from the over-grown man child, that Professor Snape was. Since there was a lack of chairs in the waiting room, Jacob took to a corner of the room, away from all the adults. Leaning back into the corner, he crossed his arms and closed his eyes while he waited for what was to come.

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"Who has the gall to summon one such as Me?" Dear Lord, was she tired. Being summoned in the middle of the night, with a scant few moments to throw on whatever clothes she could find, was not the best way to be awoken.

Instead of answering Arcad's question, a very old wizard posed a question of his own. "Who are you, young lady?"

'Young lady?' Arcad asked herself. It was then that she took in her appearance. Instead of being summoned and given a bestial form, which was what was a common occurrence when being summoned to the human realm, she remained in her natural form. Her natural form was fairly close to what a normal human was.

"Instead of answering MY question, you pose your own? But,as you were the ones that summoned me, you should already know my name." Although she was annoyed at being summoned, she kept any type of negative tones from her voice.

"I apologize, my girl." The old man said in a voice that was trying to act calm, but it had hints of magic in it that acted as if it wanted to make her feel subservient.

The old man wanted a game of dominance, and Arcad would play that game. With a simple sweep of her hand, she conjured a comfortable, but elegant chair. Even though she had only time to put on a pair of charcoal grey boyshorts, and a sheer midnight black camisole before being summoned to this dimension, she refused to allow that to inhibit her actions. Yes, there were a large number of people here, though mainly children, but she did not allow that to matter to her.

"Listen, BOY. You might have summoned ME here. Yet, I feel no bounds of servitude to you. You are insignificant to once such as I." As much as Arcad did not like to play these types of games, she, a demon, had been summoned to here. Wherever here was.

Dumbledore was shocked when his magic did not work on cowing the little girl. "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Order of Merlin First Class, Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock, and Grand Sorcerer."

'Dumbledore? That sounded familiar, but where did she hear that name before?' Arcad remained silent as she was trying to remember anything about that… "Oh, I know of you."

Dumbledore's face lit up when the young girl recognized who he was. The only person that might be as recognized as him was Jacob Potter. "Don't worry about not recognizing me, my dear girl. I'm sure you are disoriented from coming here."

Arcad scoffed at the old man. She was just too tired to put up with these games. "Listen here, you geriatric imbecile. I am not your girl, or your dear, or young lady. Stop with your platitudes, and let's just get on with this conversation. Why did you summon ME?"

All throughout the Great Hall, a good chunk of the students gasped as the woman acted rudely to their esteemed headmaster. Even the most vile of free death eaters acted within propriety towards him. Everybody always gave him respect, enemies and friends alike.

"Hogwarts, here, is hosting the Tri-Wizards tournament," Dumbledore explained to Arcad. "A fifth and final name was called out, in which caused you to be summoned."

'Hogwarts? Damn it, I had given up any thought of returning to this dimension. And now, I'm summoned to it? Is this good or bad luck?' Arcad kept the annoyance off of her face when she asked her next question. "And what was the name that was called out?"

Dumbledore, one of the smartest wizards in the world, found pride in himself when he had the answers that people wanted. But instead of just answering the girl's question, to regain control of the situation, asked a question of his own. "Young lady, you do know it is wrong of you to go around dressed like…?"

"Like a whore?" Arcad finished the statement for Dumbledore. "It was you who summoned ME here. Be glad I am even dressed at all, for you called ME here while I was still asleep. NOW, answer my question."

Arcad had not raised her voice at all during this brief dialogue with Dumbledore. But, as she had not slept for over forty-eight hours, and had only fallen asleep merely two hours prior to being summoned, she close to lashing out. Damn Marlene for making her learn to keep being polite no matter what.

"Now, my dear, there is no need to act like that. I will ignore your rudeness and answer your question." Dumbledore, of course, had to input more than was asked, just like Marlene had intimated about. He glanced at a piece of parchment, reaffirming the name on it. "The name was Harry Potter."

'Damn. I haven't thought about that name in forever. If it weren't for her, I'm not sure I would even have remembered that name.'

"Yes, yes. I've heard that name, my dear boy. And if I recall correctly, it was you that diagnosed him as a squib." Harry Potter, that is how she was summoned here, and not bearing a demonic form. They had summoned the human Harry Potter, not the demon Arcad.

"The poor boy." Dumbledore nodded in sadness. "It's such a shame for him. His parents did so much for him, before they sent him to live in the muggle world. I have so much sympathy for that dear boy's parents."

"Ha ha ha ha ha." Arcad broke down in laughter hearing the faux sympathetic words coming for the old fool. "You are an idiot. You think a magic object can create a contract with a squib, and then summon that same squib from somewhere?"

"But, but…" sputtered Dumbledore.

"Lord, what fools these mortals be? I had heard this society was full of illogical idiots, and you just proved it." Arcad could see Dumbledore trying to process this simple thought process. Before he could interject anything, she finished on. "I now know why I was summoned. So, since this I was summoned for the Tri-Wizard tournament, let us just finish whatever you have to say to me and the other... challengers."

The other two headmasters, along with the ministry representatives agreed with Arcad's sentiments. The selection ceremony had already become a disaster, and had gone on for too long already. Headmaster Dumbledore had not been helping the situation, either.

Arcad got up from her summoned chair, and vanished it as easily as she had summoned it. She followed the organizers into the antechamber where the other chosen champions had been waiting. Of the four children in the room, one was relaxing into his chair impassively, another boy was acting with anticipation, constantly tapping his foot. The final of the three boys, the one leaning into a corner, stood up straight and beamed at all the new arrivals. The only girl, though mostly hiding it, was fuming.

Dumbledore, who looked over at the boy in the corner, approached him and asked loudly, "Jacob, did you put your name in the goblet?"

The boy stared at his headmaster imperiously, "No, sir."

"Did you have an older student put your name in it?"

"No, sir."

"Of course that boy is lying." Venomous words came out of the Durmstag Headmaster's mouth.

An old man, with a fake eye and a wooden peg leg stepped forward. "Someone's try get him killed. Was it you, Karkoff? Or maybe it was one of your old buddies?"

Nearly shouting, Professor Dumbledore said, "Enough. Barty, Jacob says he didn't enter, and I believe him. Is their any way out for him."

One of the men in the room, the one with a toothbrush moustache was the one that replied. "No. It is a binding contract. Anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must compete."

More words were said by nearly everyone in the room. Arcad had remained silent throughout the whole ordeal. She was summoned, and had a contract attached to the summons, so of course she would have to follow the contract. Anything they were discussing, other than the tournament itself, did not matter. They were all trying to posture to make themselves seem more important.

"...a test of courage," said one of the people.

Fed up with all the people arguing, and just wanting to go back to sleep, Arcad stepped in to ended this fiasco. "Alright, there is a test of courage on November 24. We five are the champions, and must compete. Anything else?"

A few people said something, but nothing of meaning.

"If that is all, can I get a copy of the contract. I don't care what the events are or are not. I just need to know what is allowed for me to do."

Barty, the man with the stupid moustache, agreed to give her a copy. She should receive it tomorrow. Arcad was thankful of that.

With that, everyone started to quickly exit the room. When it was just Arcad and one other person, the older red-headed woman came towards her. "I'm sorry that you were brought here. Miss…?"

"Technically, it's mister," explained Arcad.

The old woman queried the girl. "Okay, then mister…?"

"Potter." And that was all Arcad said.

Confusion and then realization was what went through the woman's head. "Harry Potter?"

A tired grin was on Arcad's face as she nodded. "Long story short. I have magic, and I have always had magic. I accidentality apparated… I think it this word, as young child, which led me to get cursed into my current form. From there things happened. Keep that between us for now, if will. I, however, can change back into my original form. But, seeing what my state of wardrobe is… You can see why I am not."

"Well, then, Mister Potter. Since you are going to be here for the next year, I can give you a guest quarter to live."

"That would be perfectly fine, Mrs…? I'm sure someone said it, but I was zoning out for most of the insanity."

"Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and professor of transfiguration," the woman offered.

Like before, when Arcad summoned up the chair, she waved her hand and summoned a simple, but comfy looking robe and slippers. Professor McGonagall, while watching the summoning, looked impressed with Arcad's skills.

"Summoning, I'm good at. I have enough power for it. But as for transfiguration, I'm horrible at it. I have too much power and have yet to learn to control lesser amounts at a time." That was Arcad's explanation as she donned the summoned items. "And they last long enough for what I need."

As the deputy headmistress lead Arcad through the door, back into the Great Hall, the two started to make small talk, feeling out the personality of the other woman. General topics, were the prime topics of their conversation. Though, Professor McGonagall did try to broach the subject on where Arcad had been living ever since she left the Potter's, to which Arcad answered by switching topics.

Arcad was led to a portrait of an angel leading a group of wizards into a confrontation, on the third floor. "This will be your room while you are our guest, Mister Potter. I will send a student to get you tomorrow, to show you around the castle."

"Thanks, professor. I do have one final question for the night, and then I'll let you be. Would it be a problem for me to send for my…" Arcad did not have a specific word for what Marlene was to her, and had to pause to think about how to describe their relationship, without being offending. "friend, I guess would be one word for her."

"That should be perfectly fine, Mr. Potter. And, have a nice night." With the words, Professor McGonagall parted from Arcad's presence.

Arcad had been in the human dimension for slightly over an hour, which if converted over to the Netherverse, was around four to five days. Marlene, who had centuries ago paid off her sins, had remained with Arcad ever since they had met in the dingy bar, randomly. Other than a day here or there, neither had left each other for that amount of time without letting the other know they were going to be gone for a while, which at times they needed their own freedoms. With Arcad being gone for so long, Marlene was going to be upset with her. The longer Arcad left the situation alone, without summoning Marlene, the worse it would be for her.

It was an intense night of emotions. Anger, frustration, relief, and a number of other emotions were visited by the two of them. If it were not for it being relatively early in the night when Arcad was summoned, neither Marlene nor Arcad would have had enough sleep to greet whoever would be their guide in the morrow.

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"I'm not going to allow you to go out looking like that, Arcad." Marlene, who was not nearly as strong as Arcad, still wore the proverbial pants in their relationship. And one of the main tasks that she took over when she met Arcad, was to work on her wardrobe. She rarely, if ever, relented on what Arcad should wear when going out in public.

"But, you saw what I was wearing when I got here. It's not like I can shock them any more than that," countered Arcad.

"That is no excuse for you to going around in a sports bra and short shorts. Yes, you can pull them off, but these people would call that public indecency." Marlene was going to make Arcad do what she says, or else. "Just put on the outfit that I gave you, or no fun time for a week."

Although it was a threat, it was one that both Marlene and Arcad knew that neither would follow through with it if they did not want that. Begrudgingly, Arcad slipped on a deep violet dress, nearing black, of something resembling crushed velvet. It accentuated the ample curves of her body, while complimenting her dark black hair and vivid green eyes.

Marlene, who had flaxen hair and bright blue eyes, and even more generous curves than Arcad, went with an identical dress. The only difference was the colour. Hers was of fiery red at the bottom of the dress transitioning in an amber yellow colour towards the top.

With the way that Marlene wanted them to dress, they were there to make a statement. Arcad had made one the previous night by being unperturbed with how she was dressed when she arrived. Now, though, it was for them to be seen as wealthy, well bred, and all the was of importance to the exclusive nobility society of Wizarding Britain.

"Remember, Arcad, while you are in your female form, we cannot be public amorous. This society has more equality between men and women, compared to the muggle world, same sex relationships are to be hidden behind closed doors."

The had planned for Arcad to remain in her female form, while in public, just until the first task. Between the two of them, they wished to see how the public would react to Arcad being summoned when it was Harry Potter that had been summoned. As for Marlene's identity, they were not going to publicize it, but they would not going to hide it either. She currently looked similar enough to what she looked like when she was alive, but just enough changes that she was not the Marlene that had died.

Even though they had only awoken at 07:00, they were both perfectly put together by 08:00, when their guide announced herself. "Morning. I'm Angela Johnson, sixth year prefect from Gryffindor."

"I'm Harry," Arcad introduced herself. "And this lovely lady, is Marlene."

"Harry? Is that short for Harriet?" Asked Angela.

"Alas, no it is not. And, just for that, I'm... not... going... to... share." Lying without saying anything that is an actual lie, is a skill that Arcad had personally developed throughout her years of haggling with merchants and customers alike. So what if you said something was touched by a unicorn, when it was only been stepped on my one.

"Meanie," joked Angela. "And before I forget, those dresses are beautiful. Where did you buy them? How much did they cost?"

"Thank you for the compliment." Marlene gave a small curtsey. "And as for where I bought them? I'm glad you like my craftsmanship."

Just about anybody could feel the excitement coming off of Angela. "Oh My GOD! That is so brilliant. No wonder they work so well for the both of you. Custom work."

After Angela's excitement, she began her grand tour of the school. First, by bringing them to the Great Hall for breakfast. Not the best food that Arcad ever had, but it was better than much of the food she had to survive on, early in her career.

Even though it was a Tuesday, Angela did not have any classes until after lunch, so she had time to leisurely show them around the school, pointing out where each class room was, any interesting places, and places to avoid most of the times. The only thing she did not share with the pair, was where each of the common rooms were. While it was new to Arcad, it was a refresh, after many years, for Marlene.

From Arcad's perspective, other than just being a draughty old castle, it was the lack of enhanced illumination elements that annoyed her. It was not like it was the difficult to create a rune sequence on a disposable item that could project and diffuse enough light to eclipse what was produced by dozens of candles. Five properly linked, runes, would be enough to produce more than sufficient light for the Great Hall, and it would last for a century without even being recharged.