Four CFBs appeared around a birdbath like Fountain in a shaded vale. It is not often four of the Eight Cosmic Face Beings of the 'Verse Came together.
All four were only dressed in toga style dress. Little more than a sheet pinned with a broach with their sigil and a braided belt about their waist and hips.
Destiny and her twin Fate in matching but reversed togas moved in unison were never more than five metres from each other.
The Busty and Ample Avatar of Magic strolled like a Sex Model… and it worked for her.
The Fourth was dressed in a silky black, and did not give a thump about her appearance… and it only raised her appeal.
"Lady Death." The twins chorused. "Thank you for answering our invitation."
"One of your Chosen has drawn our attention." The husky voice of the Mother of Magic purred. "He is kissed by Fate, Touched by Destiny and is a Child of Mine."
Death peered into the pool. A youth with black messy hair and green eyes swam into view. "Yes. The Last of my chosen Bloodline. What of Him… that reminds me, I need to reclaim those items."
"The Wand we agree needs to be reclaimed. Everytime it surfaces, holes appear in the Tapestry. The Stone is completely within your Domain." The twin chorused. "But the Cloak has been in play with the Potter Peverel Bloodline so long that it has gained Heirloom Status."
Magic shifted her hips. "It has allowed Potters to do our work for centuries. Their work alone has eclipsed their Rivals. And their Rivals have pushed the boundary of every branch of Magic in an attempt to best them and their Cloak."
Death hummed. "Should he survive the School Year, I will bind the Cloak to his Bloodline. But I need you three to twist it that should the Wand be used against him, it will fail. As for the Stone… as soon as it comes into his possession it will turn into sand."
"Another request." Magic leaned on the fountain rim. "Barring sickness and accident, we request that he live up to three hundred years."
"Natural Life Expectancy." Death peered down into the pool. "Okay, but I get to Request his services once per Decade."
"To our once per Century." Fate spoke alone.
"Done." Death smile.
"Done." Magic grinned.
"Done." Chorused the twins as they smirked.
APLB
"Harry Potter!"
Between his feet hitting the floor as he climbed off the bench, Harry Potter vanished from the Great Hall into a shaded vale with a large birdbath on a paved patio.
"Champion. You are summoned before the Four of Us to receive a Boon." A very 'healthy' Woman of what looked like Italian Descent grinned at him.
The Twins, who had a Persian cast to them. "Hello Harry James. It's good to see you again." Chorused the twins.
"My Champion." The pale female in black silk nodded her head at him. "We have need of your Services. I am Afraid that you must accept the Contract of the Goblet. The Task I place before yee; Release the Soul of Tom Riddle. My Boon; I release your Animagus Forms and Grant you Mastery."
"My Warrior." The Hefty and Busty Beauty smiled. "My Task; Ease the Suffering of my Children. My Boon; Your Familiars Will reach their FULL potential." She chuckled.
"Our Little Bitch." The Twins chorused with sad smiles. "As with most of our dealings, our dealings are two fold. Our Task; Remove the One Who has Done the Most Harm to the Tapestry. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Our Boon; … The Cursed Blessing."
As one One, they snapped their fingers and Harry returned to the Great Hall.
"Fuck Me."
APLB
Daphne Greengrass was sitting with her sister and cousin as the Champions were selected.
"Krum!" And they applauded the beefcake.
"Delacour!" They clapped politely, as many males lost their shit.
"Diggory!" They applauded their School Champion.
"Potter!"
"Yes!" Tracy exploded from her seat. "Pay Up Bitches!"
"Fuck Me!" Potter roared at the Ceiling.
"Harry! Language!" The Muggleborn at his side exclaimed.
The Whole Hall had a Laugh.
The Bell of the Great Clock Sounded as Potter's Robes Morphed. Gone was the Black robe with red and gold trim. Moss Green robes now graced his shoulders with an emblem of a Triangle on his back in silver-white.
"Mister Potter. Please join the other Champions." Dumbledore was trying to regain control.
Potter just sighed, before he complied. As the door slammed shut, McGonagall swung into action and sent everyone to their dorms.
And almost everyone obeyed.
Something kept the Greengrass girls at the table.
As Daphne's eyes swept the Hall, she noticed that someone was at each of the House Tables.
APLB
As Harry entered the Room, the three Champions turned to look at him.
The Witch moved to talk to Potter when Cedric started laughing.
"Again Potter?" The heavy boy stepped forward to clasp hands with the smaller lad. "Can't go a Year without some drama, can you?"
"I try, Ced. I swear on my Magic, I try, but somehow I end up just trying to survive." Unnoticed by Potter, but he flashed white, Magic sealing the vow.
The Door exploded open as the Headmasters stormed in, Madam Maxine swatting aside the hanging light source. Behind the Headmasters, came the Ministry Minions and a selection of Professors.
As the door slammed open, Harry, after spending two months of Moody yelling about 'Constant Vigilance', had his wand in hand.
Albus grabbed Potter's Arms. "Did you put your Name in the Goblet? Did you ask someone else to do so?"
"No Sir." He shrugged off the man's grip.
"Just like his Father…" Severus trailed off as a wand appeared in his face, a pale blue burning light at the tip.
"James is Dead. Lilly is Dead. I ask you to leave them in the Ground and stop Digging them up every twenty minutes." Harry hissed. "And just what function does this meeting need a Potion Master?"
"Harry, my boy, he has my complete confidence." Albus tried for 'disappointed grandfather'.
"Good. The Great Albus Dumbledore now needs an advisor. He must be slipping." Harry sneered.
Both Albus and Severus stiffened.
"Sprout needs to check on Diggory. Moody is the Defacto Master of Arms. McGonagall is your Deputy and my Head of House. But this Greasy Dung Bat has no Purpose but to annoy me. Remove him or I will."
"Severus." McGonagall sighed. "We both have seen that look in his eyes before. Walk away. You remember what She did to Mister Thornedyke. ( pronounced as Thorn-Dike) And that was without her Wand."
Severus looked again at Potter's eyes… and left as quickly as he could without running.
"Professor. You are going to tell me that story." Harry put away his wand as he turned back to the room.
Fluers eyes burned with a fire of a different kind.
"Well, that was exciting." Bagman buzzed in. "We are here to give you the clues for the first task. Because it is a test of the unknown, your only clues are Fire and Air."
"Remember, no help from your Professors." Crouch sneered. "This is a test for the Champions."
"Speaking of Champions, why does Hogwarts get Two?"
Harry's eyes flashed green as something appeared in his mind. "But I am not of Hogwarts. She set me aside when she changed my robes."
Albus and Minerva frowned.
"And your Headmaster?" Crouch asked, as Percy Weasley readied his quill.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well I do have a man who fills the bill with another to deal with actual teaching. But they have issues working in England. They would require certain garnities that they can act as my Headmaster and Professor until the Trophy and purse is awarded to the winning Champion."
"Done!" Bagman hammered his fist into his palm.
"I will need that in writing, signed by Everyone of Authority in the Room."
Percy was quick to write up the Writ. As Crouch and Bagman were quick to sign, the sheet was handed to Harry. Harry was Quick to pass the sheet to Madam Maxine and then to Karkarov. He had McGonagall sign for Hogwarts, and Albus as Chief Warlock.
He then had Sprout sign as Witness.
Once all was set he named Lupin as his Professor. Black was named as his Headmaster.
Albus rared back in shock but there was a glint in his eye.
Crouch glared at the lad, before he sneered.
McGonagall stiffened.
Sprout swallowed. "Black and a …?"
"My sworn Godfather." Harry grinned. "I trust him further than I trust McGonagall, and I trust her above my relatives."
"Harry, my boy…" Albus tried but Harry's Wand appeared an inch from his nose.
"Chief Warlock. My Godfather waited twelve years for you to do your job. We waited another five months after we uncovered proof of his innocence and the real person who Betrayed us to the Dark Wanker. Now Either the Great and Powerful Albus is slipping, hiding behind the Curtain, or is Working against my Interests!"
"Mister Potter!"
"Headmistress. Until my Headmaster Arrives, I will only deal with you. I will also need new quarters. As it will be inappropriate for a Rival Champion to bunk with your little well behaved angels who even now are not trying to out party the rowdy party animals down stairs."
Sprout and McGonagall both went wide eyed.
"Mister Potter. I will leave it up to you. You know the Rules. I will assign a House Elf to you. I am needed elsewhere." She strode out of the room.
Sprout and Diggory were on her heels, but their destination was different.
Fluer and Krum nodded to Harry as they followed their Head of School from the Room.
The three Stooges from the Ministry shook Albus's hand and left.
Moody snorted. "The Lad has not twitched, Albus. Exit the Room. I will handle things here."
Albus nodded and silently exited the room.
The Wand turned to the scared face. "Please forgive me, Sir, but over the last three years, my DADA professors have tried to kill me or attack my mind. Please keep your hands in view and leave ahead of me."
Moody nodded. He grinned his twisted grin. He turned and stumped from the Room.
Harry followed three steps behind.
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Granger had turned from the table and noticed who was now in the Hall.
The Greengrass sisters and the Carrow twins were waiting at the Slytherin table.
The Patil Twins were sitting with a younger blond at the Ravenclaw table.
A red head sat beside Her. She turned slowly to see who it was. Seeing Susan Bones sitting there, she raised an eyebrow.
"Something is happening around Potter." The Hufflepuff began. "If the last four years have shown me anything, Harry will turn to you. When he does. Tell him to report to Manager Barchoke of Gringotts. It could save his Life." Susan then departed.
Shortly people started exiting the back room at a speed that was not a run. When Dumbledore exited the room he was not happy. Then Moody exited with his one hand in the air and the other on his crutch. Moody swept both eyes across the Hall as he too left.
Then Harry returned to the Hall.
Everybody converged on him.
"Merlin, Hermione, am I glad you are here." Harry sighed.
"Before anything else." Hermione went Swot-mode. "In the Morning, you need to contact Barchoke of Gringotts." That drew most of the witches around him up.
"Do it Potter. We will convene Friday night after Dinner. Plan on yourself and ten witches." Daphne Greengrass paused. "Include Longbottom, but don't include Weasley."
They exited with only Hermione and the Blond remaining. Harry dropped onto the nearest bench with Hermione sitting beside him. The Blond sat opposite of them.
Harry gave her a blank glare. "And who are you?"
"Lovegood. Luna Lovegood. Ravenclaw third year, and Ace Reporter for the Quibbler. A Bimonthly Paper that covers a wide reach of subjects." Luna cocked her head, "Do you mind? Daddy is running a little light this week."
Harry blinked, "Okay."
Luna dug a fedora hat with a card with the word 'PRESS' stuck in the hatband, a short blue quill, and a roll of parchment from the pouch at her side.
After activating the quill, over the sheet, "Testing one two peekaboo. This Ace Reporter Luna Lovegood recording with a tru-blu quill. Having just witnessed the Selection of Champions for the Triwizard tournament, I am with two students who have just witnessed the Selection and this is their take. I have already reported what I saw above. This is their take on the events. Please identify yourselves. Name, age, and House please."
Hermione leaned closer to inspect the writing. "Granger, Hermione. 15. Gryffindor."
Harry smiled at the Witchling. "Potter. Harry James. 14, and formally Gryffindor. As I was chosen, not as the Hogwarts Champion, who is Diggory, Cedric of Hufflepuff, Hogwarts has judged me no longer a Student of this Grand Old School. My Headmaster and Favorite Professor should be here by Friday."
The Witches just stared at him for a minute.
The Blond shook her head. "Are you a Seeker, Mister Potter?"
Harry cocked his head, " In Quidditch, yes. But I doubt you are referring to my ability to catch a small golden winged ball. So let's go with maybe."
"For those not in the know, a Seeker is one who hunts for the whereabouts of the Deathly Hallows. The emblem on your back and crest Patch resembles our logo." She drew a pendant from under her blouse. "The Wand," her finger traced the line down the center. "A wand that can't be beaten. The Stone." She traced the circle. "To Command the Dead. And the Cloak." The Triangle. "A gift of perfect invisibility."
Harry leaned over and traced the Triangle. "The Tapestry. The warp and weave of Fate and Destiny." The Circle. "The Circle or Cycle of Life. It begins as it ends." The bar. "The Wand or Staff. The Gift of Magic. APLB. Now is a Q and A forum or are you wanting us to tell you what we saw and did?"
The silver eyes blinked at Harry. "Yes."
Harry nodded. "Then let's start with what the Non Chosen saw. Hermione, tell us what you saw tonight."
TBC