Hello Sinners, I hope everyone is doing okay. We are going to be seeing the two other schools, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and Drumstrangs Institute this chapter. It will go with like the books with more twists in them. But let's get to some reviews.

CaioCoia: Thank you for understanding. I don't want this to be a big Harry Harem story, but also for Charlie to have a relationship besides Vaggie, maybe. As for the golden fiddle, I think I can squeeze that in somewhere.

Princess Asuna: Thank you, it seems everyone loves the ferret scene.

ric castle: That's a good question, I didn't think about that. It should do the same when going to hell. So thanks.

Joanne Frances Tiano Cajilig: Yes and she was super nice. But Hellborn animals will be in future chapters.

Bromega2477: Her I'm familiar with.

Nathair1: It was also in the books. Snape is good to Harry in this story because Harry is the son of the Devil and the Mother of Monsters. So Snape does not want to face the wrath of those two.

Perseus12: The best part of the chapter. Plus Fleur would try to be flirty with Harry. Not at first glance but as time passes and to certain points.

KeyBlade Warlord: Spoiler territory but let's just say Voldemort regresses it very much. Also, it would be a 12.

Daniel. Santiago.4545: There is going to be a fight scene so no worries about that.

Nintendo-Marvel64: it's going to be the calm response.

Supersandman86: A demon could do that, but I want to leave that plot because that made Neville who he is. And Harry can't always keep coming to his father for a problem.

Punk627(Guest): It was a vote that people would like. I don't know about a wedding but let them go to first base for now. Also why no love for Verosika? She's dating Harry too.

Fire turtle(Guest): No, Harry has a holy sword, he has a ring that can deflect curses, and no Harry hasn't met his blood parents yet.

Anyway, let's dive into Hell!

Chapter 41: Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and the Goblet of Fire

The next morning, Harry noticed that both Fred and George were in the corner muttering to themselves over a piece of paper. "No, no, no. If we do that, then it'll seem like we're accusing him," muttered Fred to his brother.

"That won't do either," muttered George.

The Prince of Hell didn't want to eavesdrop on the twins, but he knew they did sound pissed off since they were usually the center of attention. Deciding to leave them be, Harry went on his way because he knew the twins were always planning something. Some days passed and Harry was doing his schoolwork like normal. While there was no Quidditch tournament this year, the teams were still allowed to ride around on their brooms to keep up with their practice. Harry wrote to his parents, Sirius, and his girlfriends daily to tell him how he was doing and that classes were normal so far. He also mentioned to Verosika, Loona, and Octavia that his new Dark Arts Teacher turned Malfoy into a ferret and bounced him on the marble staircase like a slinky. The girls wrote back about how funny the idea of that was and wished they saw it for themselves.

During one of Professor Moody's classes, he announced that he would be using the Imperious Curse on the class. This made everyone in class worried since they saw what each curse did to somebody. Not only that, but they were forbidden to use.

"Professor Moody, I thought you said that it was illegal to use on anyone," Hermione spoke out.

"I did, but Dumbledore wants you to know what it feels like," he growled as his magical eye swiveled onto Hermione as he looked at her with an eerie unblinking stare. "If you'd rather learn the hard way when someone else is using it on you, be my guest. They'd control you in whatever way they want you to do. If you don't want to know what to expect, fine by me. You're excused. Off you go," Moody pointed to the door. Hermione looked pink from embarrassment and muttering that she didn't want to leave.

Harry and Ron grinned at each other as they knew Hermione would rather eat Samael's shedded skin than miss such an important lesson. One by one, a student was called on as they were put under the Imperious Curse. Harry saw each one of them do extraordinary things. Dean Thomas hopped around the room while singing 'God Save The Queen', Lavender Brown acted like a squirrel, Hermione was tap dancing like she was in a musical, Ron started to hoot like an owl, and Neville performed gymnastics that everyone thought he would be incapable of. Not one of them was able to fight off the curse and only recovered when Moody removed it. "You're next, Magne." Harry got up from his seat and walked to the front of the class. He made sure to remove his ring and place it in his pocket so Professor Moody's curse didn't rebound on accident. Some small bets were made at what Moody was going to do to him under the curse. Moody pointed his wand at Harry and shouted "Imperio!"

Harry felt a warm sensation as his mind was cleared of all thoughts. He heard Moody say into his mind to jump onto the desk. But for some reason, he heard someone else say to not do it. Harry thought Moody's instruction was a stupid idea as he listened to the second voice. Surprisingly to the class, Harry didn't do anything that Moody attempted on him with the curse. Instead, the Prince of Hell shook his head and turned away, walking back to his seat.

"That's more like it. You see? Magne resisted perfectly. He fought it," Professor Moody smiled as both eyes were on Harry. Everyone's jaws but Charlie's were wide open as Harry easily resisted the Imperious Curse. "Let me try it again, Magne," Moody said as he pointed his wand to Harry. "Imperio!" Again, Harry resisted the spell as the voice wanted him to do jumping jacks. Moody was very impressed with Harry's willpower and Charlie gave her brother a thumbs up before she volunteered to be under the spell. Just like her brother she easily resisted the curse and everyone was impressed. After another few failed attempts to make the Princess of Hell kick somebody in the face, Moody couldn't help but be impressed. "That's all for today. You're all excused," he said before he went to drink from a flask he had.

"Bloody Hell, Harry. That was amazing," Ron said at lunch. "You took that curse on like it was nothing."

"Yeah, I just have a very strong will," Harry said as he didn't know if it was because of his training or if was it some invisible force that prevented him from getting controlled like a puppet on a string. Or it could be that he was in Hell for most of his life that it built up an immunity to various dark magic.

"Charlie also was able to resist the Imperious Curse as well," Hermione pointed out.

"Mom and Dad did train us at a very young age," Harry pointed out as the two agreed since both knew how powerful his parents were, even if they still thought they were human.

The weeks passed and the trio was bombarded with a lot of homework. Since their O.W.L.s were coming up. Harry and Hermione were making sure their grades were some of the best, but Ron was barely passing as he made up stuff for his Divination homework. They did get a good laugh when Hagrid threatened to turn Malfoy into a ferret during Care for Magical Creatures when he insulted the animals yet again. Soon enough, the weekend arrived and the three friends went to Hogsmeade. Thankfully, Harry had his permission slip signed and handed in this time, so there was no troubles for him. With the three making their way into the village, they soon met up with Verosika, Octavia, and Loona again. The girls said they wanted to stop by after a few of Harry's letters and the group all got drinks at the Three Broomsticks Inn. Verosika was the only one of age, so she got herself a Fire Whiskey while the teenagers all had some Butterbeer.

Verosika sat across from Harry and showed him her new tattoo, which was a white snake wrapped around a heart. "You like it?"

"I do, Vee. Is that snake supposed to represent me?" The Prince of Hell asked the disguised succubus.

She gave a cheeky grin as she nodded her head slowly. "Because you're wrapped around my heart."

"Anyway, let's focus," Octavia said. "From what Harry told us in the letters, there won't be any Quidditch this year because of this Triwizard Tournament. Are any of you going to participate?"

"I'm afraid we can't even if we want to," Hermione explained. "They're only going to let seventh years compete because they've got the most magical experience."

"Well, that sucks. But I doubt that's going to stop you," Loona said as she looked at her phone. Everyone looked at her with a raised brow, which made her scowl at their reactions. "Don't give me that look. Ever since Harry went to this school, you three have always been involved in some crazy shenanigans. I bet you 10 bucks that he's somehow going to be in that tournament."

Both Verosika and Octavia had to agree with the disguised Hellhound. Harry did get into really odd situations. He killed one teacher who was looking for a stone to create an elixir of life, killed a giant snake that petrified people in the school, and found out that his best friend's pet rat was a human in disguise while helping clear his godfather's name of a crime he didn't commit.

"As much as I would like to disagree with you, you are right," Harry agreed with Loona. As much as he wanted to have a normal school year, he knew it would be far from it.

It was now late October and Dumbledore had announced that the other schools were arriving at Hogwarts. Everyone rushed to see how the visiting schools were arriving on the night before Halloween. The sun hadn't set just yet, but the full moon was already shining brightly. Because of the school's protection against Apparition, everyone was told that the guests would be arriving around the lake. Hearing that news, the Prince of Hell figured it was either by some ship or by something in the air.

"I see that Beauxbatons has arrived," Dumbledore announced as he looked up at the sky. Everyone followed the headmaster's gaze and saw something getting closer, passing over the Forbidden Forest. As it got closer everyone could make out that it was a powder blue carriage the size of a large house. The carriage was being pulled by a dozen pegasi, each the size of an elephant. The horses descended lower and lower until they landed with a thunderous crash that made Neville fall backward. The fourth-year Griffindor quickly stood back up, hoping no one saw. Even with that thunderous landing, the carriage landed perfectly a few yards from where the students stood. The door to the carriage flew open and a boy in power blue robes stepped off the carriage first, followed by a shiny black shoe as the owner stepped forward to a very tall woman that would make Harry's mom look up if she was here. The woman had olive skin, black liquid-looking eyes, and a beaky nose. Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. She dressed from head to foot in black satin and also wore opal jewelry around her throat. As she walked further, more students in powder blue robes followed behind her.

Dumbledore approached the giant woman as she smiled at the old wizard and held out her hand and he went to kiss it. "My dear Madam Maxime, I welcome you and your students to Hogwarts."

"Professor Dumbly-dorr," she said in a thick French accent. "I 'ope I find you v'ell. Has Karkaroff arrived yet?"

"Not yet. You have arrived right before him," Dumbledore told the giant woman. "He should be here any moment," he said as he looked at the lake.

Harry and some of the other students and staff looked out onto the lake as Harry figured they were going to travel by water. Suddenly, the water started to rumble and ripple, getting louder as a ship emerged from the water as if it was a submarine. It reminded Harry and Charlie of the Flying Dutchman from Pirates of the Caribbean as the vessel looked like a ghost ship. It had a strangely skeletal look with lanterns that gave it that haunting feeling like a shipwreck resurfaced. As it pulled up to the shore, the anchor lowered and a plank was thrown as a very tall thin man with a goatee and dark eyes walked off the ship first. He looked like a thinner version of Ivan the Terrible, wearing a dark brown coat and a brown ushanka hat. He walked to Dumbledore as he flashed his gingivitis yellow teeth. "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," he said, shaking both hands with the Headmaster of Hogwarts and turning to Madam Maxime. "And a good evening to you, Madame," he greeted as he politely kissed the giant woman's hand.

"It is a good evening to you too, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"It is good to be here," Karkaroff said as he turned to the ship. "Viktor! Bring the others in to get warm!" Coming off the ship was Viktor Krum leading the others onto the lawn.

Ron was ecstatic that Viktor Krum was there leading the Drumstang students to the school grounds. Some of the other Hogwarts students were just as excited when they saw Krum. The only ones who were not thrilled seeing the Bulgarian were Harry and Charlie since they knew his secret. As the girls went through their pockets to search for something for the Seeker to sign, the Prince of Hell and Hermione rolled their eyes as they saw him before.

"Harry, do you have a quill on you? I want Krum to sign my face," Ron asked him.

"No, they're all at the dormitory," Harry told the red-haired wizard. "Besides, you'll your chance."

"Right. I'll be sure to get you one too," Ron said as the Prince of Hell gestured to him no. "You don't want one?"

"No, thanks. This is your idol, not mine," Harry said politely.

"Suit yourself," Ron said with a shrug.

Soon, everyone sat in the Great Hall with the students of Beauxbatons sat with the Ravenclaws while the Students of Durmstrangs had settled in at the Slytherin table. Harry saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looking very smug about sitting at the same table as Viktor Krum. Harry's only response was to flash the pureblood his middle finger with a bored look on his face. The Durmstrang students looked in awe at the starry sky ceiling while Filtch added four new chairs to the teacher's table besides Dumbledore.

The Golden Trio figured that two of the seats were for Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff, but were confused who would take the other two seats. They didn't have to wait for long since Dumbledore stood at the head of the table. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Ghosts and guests," Dumbledore said, beaming at everyone in the Great Hall. "I welcome you all to Hogwarts. I hope that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable. The tournament will officially open at the end of the feast. I now invite you all to eat, drink, and be merry," he said as he sat down and food appeared at all of the tables.

When the feast appeared and everyone took a plate of their favorite food, Harry saw some dishes that were not usually at the table. He recognized them from his trip with his mother and Verosika for their European concert tour. He took some steak tartare and French onion soup.

"Excuze me. May I 'ave some macarons," a tall and slender girl in the Beauxbatons blue robes asked. She looked to be seventeen with long silvery-blonde hair, blue eyes, and rosy cheeks.

"Bien sûr, vous pouvez en avoir autant que vous le souhaitez, (Sure, have as many as you'd like.)" Harry said in perfect French as he held the dish of macarons to her.

This surprised the girl and her eyes widened. She shook the shock out of her system and took some macarons on her plate. "Vous parlez français? (You speak French?)"

"Oui, je parle plusieurs langues, (Yes, I speak many languages.)" the Prince of Hell told the older French girl, offering his hand to her. "Je m'appelle Harry Magne, quel est ton nom? (My name is Harry Magne, what's your name?)"

"Fleur Delacour," she said, shaking his hand as she sat next to him. "Votre nom de famille est Magne, êtes-vous en partie français ? (Your last name is Magne, are you part French?)"

"Non, mon vrai nom de famille est Potter. J'ai été adopté et j'ai pris le nom de ma nouvelle famille. (No, my real last name is Potter, but I was adopted and took my new family's name.)" He said to her as he pointed to the staff table. "Tu vois cette femme aux cheveux blonds et à la robe rose? C'est ma sœur. Elle est l'assistante d'un professeur.. (Do you see that woman with blonde hair and in the pink robes? She's my sister. She's a teacher's assistant.)"

Fler saw her and examined Charlie from afar. "Is she…how you say… strict?" She asked in English.

"HA! She doesn't have a mean bone in her body. But she still knows when to put her foot down. Especially when people don't show the respect they should," Harry said before he glanced at the Slytherin table.

"You do not get along with zhe people at the zhat table," Fleur asked.

"No one does, they think they are better than everyone else because of their 'Pureblood status.' It gets annoying," Harry explained.

"On dirait qu'ils sont nourris de merde par leurs parents, (Sounds like they're fed shit by their parents.)" Fleur said in French, making Harry chuckle.

"You have no idea how much I agree with that statement," Harry said as he had some steak. "So are you entering the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Oui. I will be entering zhe Tournament for my school az I would like to show everyone my skills," Fler said.

"Well, I wish you the best of luck. Right, Ron," Harry turned to his best friend. "Ron?" After looking to his side, he noticed Ron staring at Fleur and was starting to drool. "Ron!"

"Huh?" the red-haired wizard shook himself as he noticed he was drooling slightly. "Sorry," he muttered whipping the drool off his sleeve.

"Well, I better go to my schoolmates. Iz waz nice talking with you 'Arry. Au revoir," Fleur said walking back to the Ravenclaw table with a slight sway of her hips as some other boys and girls looked at her.

"Bloody Hell, Harry? How do you do it," Ron asked the Prince of Hell.

"How do I do what," the Prince of Hell asked innocently.

"Being able to get a lot of attractive girls to talk to you," Seamus chimed in as he, Ron, Neville, and Dean huddled in. Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes at the boys.

"Um… natural charm, I guess," Harry said as a question as he couldn't even understand it himself. Maybe being part of the Morningstar family rubbed something off from his parents and sister.

"There has got to be more than that," Dean Thomas said, not believing his classmate.

"Besides harassing Harry, how about taking a look at who those two other seats were for," Hermione pointed to the staff table and the ones who were taking the remaining two seats were Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman.

Both Fred and George gave a dirty stare at the staff table when the two arrived. Harry noticed this as he figured it had to do with Bagman not paying the twins any of their winnings because of the chaos that happened at the Quidditch World Cup. But once everyone was settled down and the plates were all cleaned off, Professor Dumbledore stood up from his chair. "The moment has come. The Triwizard Tournament has started and now we will bring forth the Goblet of Fire."

"The what," every student said in unison. Filtch the caretaker brought a wooden casket with some jewels on it and placed the chest in front of Dumbledore.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts took out his wand and tapped it three times as the chest opened and he took out a very large wooden cup that was the size of Hagrid's dog. Fang. The goblet spat out blue flames, but wasn't burning at all from the colored blaze it held. "The Goblet of Fire will choose the champions of the three schools. One student from each school will participate in the tournament after they write their name and place it into the goblet. I shall personally draw an Age Line so that nobody under the age of 17 may enter their name and enter the tournament. For those of you who wish to be in the running, you have 24 hours before the champions are to be announced. But I must warn you, once your name has been selected, you must participate til the end. And with that, I bid you all a good night."

The next morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched as many students put their names in the Goblet of Fire. "I have a bad feeling about this," Harry mumbled as he picked at his bacon.

"That your name is somehow going to be put in the Goblet of Fire somehow? Well, it is Halloween and something always happens on Halloween with us. That troll, the message about the Chamber, and Sirius showing up," Hermione pointed out as she wouldn't be surprised if Harry's name did come out from the Goblet.

"I bet Durmstrang's champion will be Victor Krum," Ron said as he finally got what he wanted, an autograph from the Bulgarian Seeker. "Did anyone from Hogwarts put their name in yet?"

"I think Angelina Johnson put her name in," Harry said as he watched a Beauxtons boy put his parchment in the Goblet. After him, he saw a Slytherin girl put her name in before Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff put his name in. The captain of Hufflepuff's Quidditch team gave Harry a friendly wave before he headed on his way.

Suddenly, both Fred and George came running down the hall with Lee Jordan and a bottle of aging potion they made themselves. "Here we go," Fred said as he and George drank the aging potion and proceeded to put their names in the Goblet of Fire.

"It won't work," Hermione said as the twins stepped into the aging circle and they both put their names in the goblet at the same time. Suddenly, the Goblet's flames turned a bright red and both of the twins were flung backwards a foot and slid onto the floor. "Told you."

Once the twins got back up, everyone laughed at them as their red hair turned gray with matching beards. Fred and George looked at one another and they laughed at each other as they tugged on the other's beard.

"I did warn you," Dumbledore said with an amused look. "I suggest you two go to Madame Pomfery. She's tending to two other students as we speak."

Fred and George decided to go to the Hospital Wing, followed up by Lee Jordan who ran behind them.

"Still think you're name is going to be pulled out of the Goblet," Ron asked his best friend.

"I'm afraid so," Harry sighed as he tried to finish his breakfast. After he had finished breakfast, the Prince of Hell was pulled out of his seat and was hugged from behind by Charlie.

"Happy Gotcha Day, Harry," Charlie said in a cheerful tone with a smile on her face.

"Thanks, sis. This is probably the only thing I can like about this day," Harry said, giving his sister a small smile.

Charlie noticed this immediately. "What's wrong?"

"Bad gut feeling," he said looking towards the Goblet of Fire.

"You think you're going to have your name pulled," Charlie guessed as she could sense why her brother seemed down a little. Fortunately, she knew something that would cheer him up. "Guess what? Since you have no Quidditch coming up, Mom and Dad are going to visit."

"Mom and Dad are going to be here," Harry asked as Charlie nodded. "That makes me feel so much better. I think I need them more than anything today."

"Good to hear. Because we're going to be meeting them in Hogsmeade this afternoon. Then later, we'll all have dinner when the champions are chosen," the Princess of Hell said to her little brother, making the 14-year-old smile.

It was early in the afternoon when the Morningstar siblings went to Hogsmeade together. When they reached the village, they went to the Hog's Head Inn and met up with their parents, who were already inside with an assortment of luggage with them and nobody else in the inn. "Harry! Charlie," Lucifer said as he wrapped his arms around both of his children. "It's so good to see you two," he said as he was squeezing their spines.

"Can't…. breathe," Charlie gasped as her back was going to break. Harry's face was turning blue from the lack of oxygen he was getting.

"Honey, save some for me," Lilith said. Lucifer let go of his kids, letting them recover from their father's bone crusher of a hug. "It's wonderful to see you, kids," the Queen of Hell said as she embraced her children more gently than her husband. "And Happy Gotcha Day, my son."

"Thanks, Mom," Harry said, feeling much better than before.

"I got you a little something, specialty-made by Carmilla herself," Lilith said as she held a case for him. She opened the box and it was a shiny angelic 1836 Colt Paterson with carvings on the the gun and a pentagram stamped on both sides of the handle. On the barrel of the gun, the words 'Mors venit pro peccatoribus' were engraved into it.

"Death comes from the wicked," Harry translates it as picking up the gun, feeling how the weight was compared to his pepperbox pistol. "This looks like a heavenly version of The Colt that was used in Supernatural."

"It is. I originally wanted to give it to you for your birthday, but there were some complications. So when I received it, I thought I would give it to you on your Gotcha Day. Go ahead, try it out," the Queen of Hell encouraged her son.

Harry examined the gun and saw that it had no bullets in the cartridge. Both his parents encouraged him to test it. As he aimed the pistol at a pitcher that was two tables away, he pulled the trigger and suddenly the container exploded with water splashing all over the place. "What th- H-how did it do that?!"

"That's the air pressure to the gun. Even when it's empty, it will give off a powerful air-pressure shot that could kill a human," Lilith explained to her son. "Unless you put the safety on, it will knock them down a few feet. Remember to use it wisely. It is still an angelic weapon."

"I will, Mom. Thank you," Harry said as he put the Colt away and hugged her once more.

"Hey! Who is going to clean this mess up," said the owner of the Hog's Head when they returned inside.

"I got this one," Lucifer said with a snap of his fingers. The pitcher soon repaired itself with the water and ice in it. "And for the trouble," he tossed a gold Galleon to the owner.

After spending some time with their parents, the Morningstar Family went back to Hogwarts where they saw the Durmstrang students in front of them. In the front was Victor Krum as he was followed behind by Karkaroff. The King of Hell looked at Krum and could clearly see the marking only seen by demons. Once they were out of sight, Lucifer spoke aloud to his wife and kids. "So, that's the boy that made a deal? Well, Zestial will be adding a fresh soul to his collection."

"Wait, he made a deal with Lord Zestial," Harry asked his father, who nodded."Wish I could see what it looks like. I know not to mess with him. That man's respected and feared for good reasons."

Zestial was one of his father's closest allies. He was the oldest known Overlord in Hell still active. He was known as the Spider or the Overlord of Information as he had eyes and ears across Hell everywhere. If there was anything that was planned on targeting their royal families of Hell, Zestial was on top of it. The only other Overlord who had equal power in acquiring information was Rosie, who ran Cannibal Town in Hell. The spider demon owned many souls that he took from other demons or humans, catching whoever he could in his web, but honoring his deals fairly and only collecting human souls when they arrived in Hell. Because of Zestial's power and influence, even Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, was justifiably afraid of him.

"In due time, Harry," Lilith stated as she also could see the markings on his body. The Queen of Hell strolled in beside her husband as their children followed suit. As she strolled into the castle, many Beauxbatons and Durmstrang girls whispered and point as they reconized Lilith from her recent concert tour. Even some of the boys gawked at her as she and Lucifer took a seat for the feast. As everyone enjoyed their meals, Harry saw that Fred and George were now cleanly shaven and back to their original ages.

After everyone had their fill, Professor Dumbledore got out of his chair and walked over to the Goblet of Fire. "The Champions will now be chosen by the Goblet. Those who have been chosen, please processed to the chamber behind the staff table," the Headmaster told everyone as they were anxious to see who was chosen. Harry still had a bad feeling that his name was going to be called, even with the age limitations. The Goblet's normally bluish-white flames turned a vivid red as a piece of paper shot out. It drifted in the air without so much as a flake of ash on it before Dumbledore caught the parchment. Harry sat in his chair tensely as Dumbledore looked at the name of the first champion. "The Durmstrang champion is…. Victor Krum!'' The Durmstrang students and even a few Hogwarts students cheered as the Bulgarian Seeker got out of his seat andpassed by the staff table with the Morningstars giving half-hearted applause as they gave him knowing glances. After a minute, the next piece of parchment shot out of the Goblet's red flames and once again, Dumbledore caught it. "The Beauxbatons Champion is…. Fleur Delacour!" Another round of applause was heard, this time from Beauxbaton students as Fleur stood up and flipped her silvery hair as she walked to the chamber behind the staff table to join Krum.

After seeing the other two schools had their champions picked, Harry gulped as his dreadful gut feeling felt unbearable. "Please not me. Please not me. Please not me," Harry whispered to himself, not wanting any problems this year aside from regular school issues.

Another minute passed and a third piece of parchment was caught by the Headmaster of Hogwarts. This got Harry nervous as he expected it to be his name. "The Hogwarts Champion shall be… Cedric Diggory!"

Harry sighed in relief as he released the breath he was holding. He was grateful that it wasn't his name called and watched the Hufflepuff table cheer as Cedric stood up. Harry and his friends all applauded the 7th-year as he headed to the chamber behind the Morningstars. "Congratulations," Charlie said as she watched Cedric pass by.

"And with that, our champions have be-" Dumbledore was caught off as the Goblet of Fire started to spark up again, turning from blue to red as it shot out another piece of parchment. Catching it when it drifted down toward him, Dumbledore took a look at the name before reading it out loud for everyone to hear. "Harry Potter."

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

And that wraps it up! Harry's name got pulled out of the Goblet and this is where things are going to get off canon. I can't say what will happen next, but this is where things turn as the gloves come off. Thanks again for WaterDragonMaverick for editing and beta reading.

Now, why am I giving Harry a heavenly version of the Supernatural Colt? Why not? It's an awesome gun that could kill anything but 5 things. Note that it's designed like the gun and had no proper powers like the Colt. Also congratulations to the 12 people who guessed it right. The Reason why it's Zestial is that for starters, we know he is the oldest Overlord in Hell. He is most likely Hellborn as we know Sinners can not go to the other rings of Hell, so I'm sure the same rules apply to Earth. And oh boy things are gonna go to Hell now. Speaking of, I will see all of you in Hell!