Hermione watched as Professor Dumbledore caught the fourth piece of paper from the Goblet of Fire. Catching it, he lifted it to his half moon spectacles, examining it carefully.

"Harry Potter?" He said, sounding quite confused, which Hermione couldn't blame him for. Harry Potter had never come to Hogwarts, not even in times where the Boy Who Lived would be well appreciated.

An explosion of fire came from the Goblet, forcing Dumbledore to leap away startled, before forming into a group of people unconscious on the floor of the Great Hall, including, startlingly, a giant white tiger. One of them groaned, then sat up. A man in his late forties or early fifties, with messy black hair, a small goatee and a single green eye, the other clenched shut with a scar over it wearing a grey and red sleeveless coat.

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Harry's eye flickered around the room as he sat up, feeling his back protest rather strongly. Groaning, his eye scanned the area, leaving him to stop dead as his eyes landed on people he hadn't seen in… So long.

Staggering to his feet, Harry rushed to Mythra and Pyra's sides, lifting them both up and pulling them into a hug, wishing Nia was close enough for him to pull her into one too. Pyra was the first to stir, eyes flickering open to stare up at him, "Harry? Did, it- did it work? Why- you've gotten old."

Harry let out a self deprecating laugh, jostling Mythra awake as he did so, "Yeah, it… It took longer than we expected to get everything going and I went and grew old on you three."

"Mhh," Mythra opened her eyes at that, "Well, at least you aged gracefully, I don't see any gray hairs."

Nia groaned and sat up, her eyes landing on them and rushed over to join the hug. She reached up, hand disappearing into the darkness of his left side and cupping his face, thumb running over the scar over his eye, "What happened?"

"Lost it fightin' Alpha," Harry said.

"Do you want me to fix it?"

"Maybe later," Harry said, reluctantly letting go of the three as a voice groaned from the left and he stood up, taking Pyra by the hand and walking over to Glimmer, "See, Kiddo, what'd I say? Just taking a breather."

"Harry?" Glimmer said, her dark red hair still in thw high ponytail, "Does that mean… They did it?"

"Aye, looks like," Harry said, planting a hand on her head, "listen, I need to tell you something. There was no good time to say it while we were fighting Alpha, but… I'm-"

"-my father. Linka told me, after everything. I'll admit, I was sparking pissed, but I get it. Made a lot more of your behavior make sense, in hindsight."

"Right, well… This is Pyra, she's your mother," Harry said, quite lamely, honestly.

Glimmer stared at Pyra for a minute, especially as Pyrrha spread her arms, before finally sighing and allowing herself to be enveloped in a hug. Harry awkwardly glanced towards Mythra and Nia, before finally deciding to take in his surroundings.

Probably one of the first things he should have done, honestly, but he had been busy having a far overdue family reunion.

They were in a large castle hall that seemed to open up to the night sky, where it was raining, but no rain fell on them. Staring at them were hundreds of kids, sure, some of them were older than he was when they went looking for Elysium, but he had already been working for years by that point.

Most of them wore black robes, though a few wore red with fur cloaks or blue. Landing on the old man standing in front of him, he sized him up as the man did the same.

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Albus watched the (apparent) family reunion carefully, not intervening until the man stood up, gesturing for the teachers to do the same. He was a large man, muscular and talp, with messy black hair and a scar over his left eye, his other, open one an emerald green.

Good lord, it looked like he was staring at Fleamont Potter. But that wasn't possible, so who was-?

Albus's eyes landed on a faded scar on the man's forehead, heart stopping as he realized it was shaped like a lightning bolt. That wasn't possible…

"Sorry about that," the man said, "Didn't mean to ignore you, but that reunion was a long time coming.

"No, no, I understand completely," Albus said politely as his mind raced, "to be reunited with loved ones after a while is blissful."

"You can say that again," the man agreed, holding out his hand, "Harry."

It actually was him, wasn't it? But how? And why?

"Albus Dumbledore," Albus said, taking the hand and shaking it, "Is your last name Potter by any chance?"

"How'd you know?" Harry asked.

"Intuition," Dumbledore said, "and may I ask the identities of the girls behind you?"

"Ah, right," Harry gestured to the woman with animal ears, "This is my wife, Nia."

"But I thought-" Albus started, before trailing off as Harry continued, gesturing the the blonde.

"My wife Mythra."

"Ah," Albus said, understanding dawning. Well, at least whatever had happened, however this insanity had been born, Harry had been loved.

"My wife Pyra and our daughter Glimmer," Harry finished, "now, if you don't mind me asking, where are we?"

"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," Albus said.

"Never heard of it," Harry said, before shrugging, "not that that's surprising, given things. So why are we here?"

Given things? Whatever did that mean?

"Your name was just selected for the Triwizard Tournament," Albus explained, "it's an interschool contest. We don't know how your name came out or why, it just happened and then you all appeared."

"Bit old for schooling, I'd say," Harry said. Well if that wasn't true…

"Unfortunately," Barty Crouch said, stepping up, and looking just as confused as Albus felt, "this leaves us in a bind. Being chosen for the Triwizard Tournament represents a binding magical contract. You must compete, Mr. Potter."

"Well if that isn't just my luck," Harry said with a shrug, "How's this tournament work?"

"There will be three tasks, set throughout the school year. We can't tell you what they entail."

"Bloody Hell," Nia sighed.

"Hmm, I'll do it on one condition," Harry said.

"You don't have a choice, Mr. Potter," Barty said, "the goblet will cause excruciating pain if you don't participate."

"That said," Albus cut Barty off, "So long as it's within reason, we can try it."

"Try to find my friends, family, really? I'm sure they're somewhere around here."

"That's reasonable," Albus nodded, "can you give us a description of them?"

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