"And the Hogwarts champion is… CEDRIC DIGGORY!" Dumbledores voice echoed across the hall. The cheer from the Hufflepuff table was deafening yet Harry could still hear the sniggers from those around him.

"As if that stupid badger could go up against someone who knows the dark arts," Theo quipped.

"That French bitch need only flash her tits at him and he may as well have been stupified," added Blaise, earning him a punch in the shoulder from Tracey. However their jokes were distracted as Dumbledores voice once again boomed across the hall.

"HARRY POTTER?" Harry glanced up, confused and annoyed to be interrupted. He saw Dumbledore holding a slip of paper. Not only the headmaster but a sea of heads were studying him intently. 'What the fuck, I'm nowhere near 17 and I didn't put my bloody name in' Harry thought. Rising, he made his way over to Dumbledore, eyes following him from all directions. Dumbledore didn't say a word, merely ushered him to the small door where the other champions had exited moments ago. Confused, he strolled over to the exit, head held high exuding confidence to the bewildered faces around him.

As expected the other champions did not take the news well, their head teachers, even less so. Slowly Harry tuned out the sounds of both Maxime and Karkaroff verbally assaulting Dumbledore and turned to his now competition. Krum looked thoroughly disinterested, glaring off into space as usual, clearly already having written Harry off as a threat, 'I'll show that idiot how much of a threat I am,' Harry thought with a sneer. Cedric was glancing at him with a combination of confusion and betrayal, 'don't know why that prick feels betrayed, as if he'll get past the first task anyway so it's not like he'll have any game to steal!' Harry turned to his final competitor, Fleur had fixed him with a calculating inquisitive look, assessing why he was there. Sighing, Harry employed his legilimens skills. As expected, Krum didn't even notice the intrusion, or didn't care, he just assumed Harry would be gone after the first task, injured or dead, not really a problem. Cedric was convinced it was some kind of joke still, yet thinking if not he could try and help the younger boy, 'like I'd need help from a fucking Hufflepuff,' he thought, turning his mind to Fleur… nothing. He tried again, applying a modicum of effort this time yet was met with a solid wall. Harry saw her eyes momentarily widen in shock as she realised he was trying to force his was into her mind before they narrowed into a glare. Abandoning his effort for the time being, he turned, letting his state meet hers. Those striking green eyes started straight into her, a cold flame burning behind them. She felt as if he was staring deep into a soul, tearing it apart mentally just for the hell of it. She shivered and turned away, suddenly much more concerned about this younger boy than the rest of her competitors. Harry just smirked.

Turning his attention back to the teachers, Harry was indeed informed that he would have to participate, whether he had entered his own name or not before both Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman began explaining the rules…

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"So you really didn't put your name in?" Crabbe asked dumbly for the third time. Harry gritted his teeth and fought the overwhelming urge to blast the boy against the wall.

"For the last time you fucking moron, no I didn't," he sighed angrily.

"Who cares, my Harry's a hero," Pansy swooned, pissing off Harry even more, yet before he could respond.

"Oh, and what are you going to do when all the witches better looking than you make a pass on 'your champion'?" Daphne smiled sweetly. Pansy paled but didn't dare say anything back. She didn't know Daphne well but she still knew her the best. That time their parents met as kids and they'd gone out to play still made her uneasy. That muggle girl had only ran into them by mistake, and Daphne had pulled out a small knife and cut her till she was unrecognisable and almost dead, a cold gleam in her eye throughout and excited smile. She was lucky her dad had obliviated the whole family, still Pansy never wanted to cross the vicious witch.

"Worried about Krum at all?" Draco asked. Harry chuckled and shook his head.

"He knows some spells sure but he's thick skulled, I looked into his and Diggory's mind and they're both a pair of air heads," he chuckled.

"Did you not look into that French bitches mind?" Tracey asked him. Harry's face clouded over as he responded.

"No, she's an accomplished occlumens. I didn't try too hard as someone else may have picked up on it, but she still felt the intrusion, she knows I'm more of a threat than I appear, as of right now she's probably my strongest competition," he said thoughtfully, a small frown on his face. Harry hadn't wanted to take part in this competition, but someone else had decided he was. Who he didn't know, but he'd find out and destroy them. For now though, he would keep the mask on, fooling his enemies and play ball. After all, taking over the magical community gets easier the more fame you have…

"Massster, are you ready to dessstroy the othersss?" Athena hissed, slithering onto his lap. Harry chuckled, his snake was arguably more bloodthirsty than him. Daphne reached out from beside him and scratched the snakes chin.

"She really is gorgeous Harry," the blonde girl said, slightly entranced by the serpent. "I wish I knew how to speak to her."

"I likesss thisss one Massster, she treatsss Athena with ressspect, not like the ssstupid whore," Athena hissed, gaze turning to Pansy and baring her fangs. Harry laughed out loud, a cold cruel sound while Pansy pales and shrank back from the snake. He turned to Draco, clearing his throat to get his, Theo and Blaise's attention.

"Well, we're going to be using the room of requirement a hell of a lot more," he stated, grinning widely, "I'm in this, and I'm going to win so I'm going to need some practice." The boys all smirked and agreed, eager to expand their spell set. Daphne just looked him up and down analytically. She decided there and then, she was going to start practicing to, all she had to do was convince Harry to let her.

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Fleur lay in her bed in the Beauxbatons carriage. She was a champion now, a Tri-wizard champion. She smiled to herself, her opponents were nothing special, except… except that Potter boy. She had been shocked when she felt him try to invade her mind, taken her completely by surprise. Yes he was young, but he was strong, very strong. And those eyes, cold fury and power blazed in them, there was something cruel and calculating behind that polite, charming exterior. It scared her but she couldn't stop thinking about it. The more she thought, she felt her pussy begin to moisten, becoming aroused at the thought of his power. 'The curse of being part Veela, attracted to all power, good or bad' she thought sighing. Then she grinned, so what, he may turn her on, but she was an older, powerful part Veela. She'd see how strong he was when faced with her allure…