Harry Potter got trained

by Driver1985

On the night Harry would have been dropped off by his Aunt, Dumbledore had someone else in mind. What if Harry was taken in by other strong people and they even decided to train him? Trained to be a Warrior by Wolves and the UNSC, he will change the world. OP, smart, trained Harry, small harem double cross with Witcher and Halo

94. Chapter 94

A/N: I present you with another chapter of my story, with the help of HowInMadeHowie.

I will have a bigger A/N at the end of this chapter, so enjoy reading it.

The next few days were rather uneventful in Harry's eyes. He noticed that Moody took up on Crouch Junior's classes, but Moody's teaching methods were just different enough that Harry noticed it.

For example, instead of casting the Imperius curse on them, Moody explained in great detail what the students had to look out for in case their friends were under the spell and how to break it.

Moody sat on the edge of his desk as he explained a simple method to break a performance from the Imperius. "A good hit on the head normally does the trick; if the caster was a moron and left the victim out of sight. You would not believe how many Aurors I had to give a whack over their head, so they would wake up again. Just. Don't tell Bones when you see her, or she will come after me with some very nasty stinging hexes."

Harry was laughing at the dry humor that the real Moody seemed to possess. Unlike Junior who had perfectly copied Moody's personality and mannerisms he lacked the real life experience that Harry was seeing before him. Moody's anecdotes spoke of real life experience that comes with veterans in the field. Life lessons that taught him to always be vigilant. Unlike Geralt and John, Moody has the scars that reinforced that lesson every day of his long life as an Auror. While both Moody and John were veterans of war, Harry could not deny Moody's ability to stay alive was living by his motto: constant vigilance. In that regard he almost sounded like Geralt or John, when they had trained Harry in the woods around Kear Morhen.

After the class, Moody asked Harry to stay behind and help him store the foe-glass that he had shown this class today. As Harry carried the items back up to the office, he heard how Moody closed the door and put up a privacy charm. Harry placed the foe -glass on the small pedestal next to Moody's desk and turned around to look at Moody.

Moody watched the young man in front of him, looking for a sign that Potter was not comfortable in the present situation. Noticing how calm Potter was, Moody also relaxed his posture and walked over to his desk, opening it and taking out a bottle filled with Firewhiskey. While Moody sat down, he also pulled out a glass from the same compartment that the bottle had resided in. "I would offer you a drink boy, but you are still a bit too young for that, even if you could handle it with your mutation as a Witcher. Albus told me that I have you and the Chief to thank for finding out about that bastard and that led to my release from my own trunk." Moody took a swig from the small tumbler as he needed the fire to cool his nerves from that memory. Shaking his head Moody continued. "And I am really glad that you were able to do it, or else I would have laid in there for the rest of the school year. And that would have sucked major ass."

Taking a slower sip this time Moody regarded the young Witcher before him. "Albus also showed me his memory of what had happened in the antechamber after the Champions were chosen." For the first time Moody had a grin on his face as he thought of that memory.

Moody's normal eye bored into Harry's, showing the Witcher the glee that the old Auror felt. "I have to say, while your bravado in taunting Junior was certainly from a true Gryffindor, your plan was as cunning as a true Slytherin. If I had to guess, during your sorting in your first year the hat took a while to decide where to put you. Am I right?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want to know that Professor? This has nothing to do with the current circumstance." Callie was trying to read the teacher while Harry looked at him, but Moody just chuckled.

Moody took another sip from his glass. "It has nothing to do with what happened in the antechamber or Junior's reaction but call it professional curiosity. It might surprise you to know that during my own sorting, the hat also was not really certain where to place me, but in the end it sent me to Gryffindor like you. I was curious if the hat also took its time with you, but if you do not want to talk about it, we are finished here. So, how about you go on to your next class, even if your training as a Witcher can supplement everything you would be able to learn in Hogwarts."

Harry laughed as he began to explain why the hat took its time to decide to which house Harry would be sorted. "You see, Professor Moody, the sorting hat took its time because, at least according to it, I would have been suitable for all four houses, not just two. But in the end, I was sorted into Gryffindor because of my courage it seems. Is that all?" After Moody nodded with a thoughtful look on his face, Harry turned towards the door, noticing that next to the privacy charm was also a small trap that would shock someone trying to open the door. The small rune that was the base for the trap was right on the door handle, glowing very faintly while it was activated. if he had placed his hand around the handle, it would discharge something similar to a stinging hex.

Looking back at Moody, Harry grinned and pointed to the door handle. "If this was a test from you, Professor, if I learned anything from your lesson, you are not the first one who told me to keep an eye out for something like that." Harry then waved his hand over the door, dispelling the privacy charm and using a small Quen shield to envelop the rune to remove it safely from the door handle to disable the trap in one go.

Moody was surprised at first, but then laughed and slapped his desk. "Boy, you are already better than some Aurors that I know. We will see each later in the Great Hall, but in the next defense class I will be pushing you.. Prepare yourself."

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Before long the day of the Wand Weighing ceremony was upon Harry. While Callie informed Harry the need to attend is more a formality than actually presenting his wand; the problem was the ceremony also took place during his Potions class. This left Harry with a bit of a dilemma: should he at least attend the class, knowing he will be summoned during it or skip it altogether. Callie pointed out that the only reason he knows about the timing of the ceremony is she informed him, by way of Cortana and they could not make it look like he was a Seer and saw this coming. Harry thought dryly to her, 'If by Seer you mean having access to AI, then I suppose I am one at times.' In the end Harry decided to show up with his friends to the dungeons and inform Snape of the likelihood that he may be summoned during class.

Harry leaned against the wall on his shoulder as he stood behind Daphne and Hermione as the two girls talked quietly about a recent class lecture. As Harry was listening to his friends discuss the last Ancient Runes class he heard Malfoy's distinct strutting walk as the pompous boy strutted into the hallway outside the Potions classroom. Callie told him to take a closer look at a badge Malfoy and his goons were wearing. Harry glanced over at the after- mentioned blonde and noticed the new addition to the boy's robes.

Daphne and Hermione also stopped their discussion to glance over at Malfoy. Daphne rolled her eyes and shook her head in exasperation. "Really, Malfoy? You went ahead with this ridiculous idea? You do know you're setting yourself up to be humiliated?"

Malfoy ignored Daphne's jibe at his attempt to make a dig at Potter, smirking when he saw Potter giving him a bored look Malfoy decided to garner a response. "Like the badges, Potter? They also do this." With that prompt Malfoy and his friends pushed the front of the badge and the message that once read "Support Cedric Diggory, the REAL Hogwarts Champion" now read "Potter Stinks!" To Malfoy's annoyance Potter did not even blink an eye in anger or react in any way but continued to look bored at him.

Daphne sighed and shook her head. "I would have thought for a Slytherin you would possess some ability to understand basic things but I forget you are still behaving like you are five." Daphne frowned when she saw Hermione with a thoughtful look. "What are you thinking about anyway?"

Hermione spared a glance over her shoulder to Harry to see if he was listening. "Oh, I was just wondering if A.D.D was not limited to the muggle world." Hermione noticed Harry and even Dean Thomas took an interest in their conversation. Hermione noticed Harry now sported a small smile seeing that he picked up on her subtle dig at Malfoy.

Daphne blinked in confusion. "What's A.D.D? I don't believe I have heard of that before."

Hermione nodded in understanding. "You would have, if you went to muggle primary school. It stands for Attention Deficit Disorder. Very common with young children who get so easily distracted in class." Hermione gestured at Malfoy. "As we all Harry make his oath on Halloween we know he is not participating in the tournament as a Hogwarts student."

Harry's mock sympathetic voice had few people snicker. "Could be worse, he could have ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. Last thing we need is a hyper Malfoy."

Malfoy scowled, he did not understand the entire point of this "disorder" but he understood he was being compared to a filthy muggle! But before Malfoy could draw his wand and retort, Snape swept into the hallway and opened the door to the classroom with a wave of his wand.

Snape took a glance at Malfoy and sighed in exasperation. "Mr Malfoy, are you trying to embarass Hogwarts or worse, Slytherin? If you had paid attention on Halloween Mr Potter made it quite clear he was not participating in the tournament as a Hogwarts student. Now, take those ridiculous badges off before I give you detention. And need I remind you that any detention you serve is with Chief Wulf?"

Malfoy flushed at the threat and quickly removed the badge from his robes. Scowling even more he now realized that his Head of House just made it clear to the class that Malfoy was indeed attention deficit.

As the students entered the Potions classroom Harry approached Snape at his desk. Speaking quietly, Harry offered an apologetic smile. "Professor, I don't mean to interrupt your lesson but I have a feeling I may not be staying long. I got word that there is a meeting soon for the champions and my presence will be required."

Snape gave Harry a subtle nod and also responded quietly, so quietly that he knew the Witcher did not have to strain to hear him. "I'm aware, Dumbledore had passed that tip onto me during lunch but until you are summoned you will take part in the class regardless." Harry nodded and took a seat next to Hermione.

Snape made sure everyone was seated before he began his lecture. "Today we will begin brewing antidotes. And to that end I have on my desk" Snape paused to gesture with his hand at the various phials. "different types of poison for you to try to determine what antidote they will need. Whilst a bezoar will counter most poisons they are not to be counted on as a means to completely counter said poison. Hence the need for antidotes."

Snape paused to let this information sink in. "This will also be one of those rare times where you will need a wand to discover what the makeup of the poison is to determine what you will need to make the antidote to tailor that poison." Snape looked around the classroom making sure he had everyone's attention. "I trust that I do not need to explain what charm you will need to use? Yes Miss Greengrass?"

Daphne promptly spoke up for the class to hear. "Scribbus revelio, professor."

Snape nodded in approval. "Correct, Five points to Slytherin. That being said, come up here and collect a phial to take back to your table."

When Harry went to grab a phial of poison, Snape held his hand up to stop Harry. Seeing the other students' surprised faces, Snape explained to them why Harry had another task, because Harry was a Witcher, brewing an antidote would be too easy for him. "Now, some of you may already wonder why we do not just use a bezoar as a common antidote, because said bezoar is a natural antidote, it will only weaken the poison in your body until you receive the antidote designed for said poison. Of course, if you leave the bezoar long enough inside your mouth, your body will work through the poison on its own, but under certain circumstances that can be painful. Of course, as Mr. Potter is a Witcher, being incapacitated by pain from an unknown poison would hinder his fighting ability and he would have to make an antidote as soon as possible to complete his contract, if he ever agrees to one that is. So, to that end, I will give him the task to make an antidote for a random poison that I had whipped up in my office. Also Mr. Potter, as I want to see how you will accomplish this task, you will not use any magic to do so. Is that agreeable?" Snape's dry humor made many wonder if Harry had the easy assignment or hard one.

Just after Snape had said that, the door to the classroom opened and Colin Creevey looked into the room and soon found who he was looking for. Almost running to Snape, the young Gryffindor stood in front of the potions master and looked up to Snape. "Professor, I was asked to bring Harry Potter to a meeting with the other champions. They told me that he should be there because of the tournament." Colin nervously looked between Snape and Harry, hoping the professor would not bite his head off for disrupting his class.

Snape looked at Colin and nodded before turning to Harry. "Mr. Potter, you can take your things and go to this appointment. But I expect you to study this topic and write me a foot long essay. Dismissed."

Harry nodded and picked up his bag and shouldered it. Following Colin out tHarry classroom, he noticed that Ron tried to speak with Dean, who was sitting next to the redhead. Using his heightened hearing, he listened in just in case it was something dangerous.

But Harry was relieved when Ron was trying to ask Dean for help with his antidote and Dean told Ron that they just had to read the recipe not even five minutes ago. "Seriously mate, how did Harry and Hermione deal with you during your study sessions? It seems that you only copied others and hope that you skim by. I would suggest that you read the part in the book again and then try for yourself." Dean turned back to his cauldron before lighting the fire and muttering to himself in an undertone, "Honestly I wonder if Hermione is onto something with wizards and A.D.D." Harry heard Callie snickering at Dean's comment when Harry closed the door to the classroom behind him and Colin.

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Colin lead Harry to the classroom he was told to bring Harry. On the way, he asked Harry many questions he was curious about. Harry answered his as best as he could, but Harry could not, for the life of him, tell Collin how to fight against a vampire.

Harry shook his head and smiled ruefully. "I do not have any experience fighting a vampire, but normally we would first try talking with them to see if they really are guilty or if they were just framed. In this day and age, it is normally the latter, according to my mentor. But if you see Lambert, you could ask him and see if he can answer your question."

While Harry was walking towards the unused classroom Callie was getting an update from Cortana about people to watch out for inside the room. In the digital space where the two sisters were meeting Cortana gestured with her thumb towards the wall showing her and John's Encounter with Rita after the Quidditch World Cup attack. Cortana warned her sister. "You might want to give Harry a heads up before he enters the room, security picked up Skeeter entering the grounds with a Daily Prophet photographer. Also keep a sharp eye on her quill, especially if it starts writing on its own."

Callie frowned as she watched the memory. "Surely Dumbledore would not allow her to cover the tournament."

Cortana shrugged helplessly. "He doesn't have a say in which reporter the Prophet sends. Even he doesn't trust Skeeter to report honestly. Odds are high Skeeter might do something to provoke Harry just to get a story. And you know as well as I do that Harry does not have that level of self control as John does. He may be a good actor but Skeeter is well known for pushing people; pushing them to react."

Callie nodded grimly. "I'll remind Harry to try to keep his cool, but I can't stop him if she writes something that will set him off. You know how Witchers are about their pride."

Just before Harry reached the classroom Callie urgently passed on what Cortana had warned her about. "Harry, heads up, Rita Skeeter is in the room and she's looking for a story and you being a Witcher will be like angling a juicy bone to a hungry dog." Harry gave her a quick acknowledgement of the update and will be on his guard.

They soon arrived in front of the classroom and Colin waved his goodbye when Harry opened the door. When he stepped through the door, the first thing he noticed was a bright flash from the camera that a photographer was holding. Blinking away the temporary blindness, Harry focused his glare at the photographer and right next to him Harry saw a woman that Callie ID'd as Rita Skeeter.

Lambert walked over to the photographer, who was identified as Bozo, according to the name on the press card, and grabbed the camera to inspect it with a frown.

While Bozo tried to get his camera back, Keira looked at the two Skeeter angrily. "Please do not attack my student, unless you want to have the camera smashed into pieces. Witchers have very sensitive eyes after all."

Skeeter perked up at this remark. Her surprised expression was soon replaced with a smug grin. Standing up from her seat Skeeter ignored Keira's warning and approached Harry. "We were not attacking YOUR student, we just took a picture of him."

Skeeter was now standing in front of Harry hoping to get the scoop of the century. "But it seems that the rumors that Mr. Potter being a Witcher were true. Perhaps you would like to give me an interview until Professor Dumbledore arrives? So we could inform our readers about the youngest Witcher in living memory? Like why did you feel it necessary to become one in the first place?" Skeeter grabbed Harry's arm to try to lead him to a corner of the room only to realize she was not going anywhere, it was akin to trying to move a heavy statue, Harry was not budging from his position.

Lambert handed the camera back to Bozo after Keira told him to do so. Keira then turned towards Skeeter who was trying to pull Harry and drag him out of the room. Keira had to suppress a laugh when Skeeter was not even able to move Harry's arm.

Harry looked down at Skeeter. "You should stop now Ms. Skeeter, or you will hurt yourself. And I will not be alone with you for this interview, as I know how you seemingly twist every word spoken to blow up the story to sensationalize it. So if you want to ask me something, I only answer with a witness listening too." Harry broke away from Skeeter's grip to cross his arms to show he was not negotiating on this.

Keira walked over to Harry and Skeeter, now glaring at the reporter. "And we did not give you permission for an interview in the first place. Since Harry's guardians are not here right now, I speak on their behalf when I say to you that we will never give you permission to Interview Harry alone."

Skeeter huffed and glared at Keira before she walked to the side of the room where some chairs were placed. She sat down and opened her handbag. Taking out a sheet of parchment and an acid green quill floating out right next to her head. Harry watched the quill already start writing something down on the parchment and began to growl lowly in his throat. Lambert heard Harry and was now looking at the quill and the parchment. Lambert's eyes widened when he saw what was being written.

In the blink of an eye, Harry had pulled out his wand and summoned the quill and parchment into him while Lambert snatched the quill Harry grabbed the parchment and stowed his wand into his holster and pulled out his blade from the pocket of his robes and changed it to a katana with a dragon head on the hilt before putting the bladed edge close to Skeeter's throat as she ran forward to try to grab her property back. Skeeter froze in place when she saw the blade inches from her neck.

Everyone in the room was surprised at what had just happened while Harry confirmed what he had read on the parchment. Keira stepped over to him and asked Harry what had caused him and her husband to react this way. Harry handed the parchment over to her so she could read it too.

Keira was becoming angrier with every second before she calmed herself down and turned towards Skeeter. "You must really have a death wish, Skeeter. You see, insulting a Witcher by saying that he is untested when Harry has the largest monster kill on record, is one thing. But accusing him of being a monsters without feelings and also discrediting Harry's honor by saying that he had cheated his way into this tournament, even after he had sworn that he did not do such things is suicidal. I would suggest that you stop with your damned poison quill and take one from our esteemed students to write your story, or you can think what will happen afterwards. I will also leave Lambert by your side so you will not write something like this piece of crap."

Just then, Dumbledore entered the room with a smile together with another man. His smile turned to a frown when he saw Harry with his sword drawn and its blade very close to Skeeter's neck.

Before Dumbledore could ask what was going on, even if he already knew, thanks to Cortana's warning, Skeeter blurted out, "Dumbledore! Call him off! He's going to kill me!"

Keira ignored Skeeter's cry for help and turned to Dumbledore. "You might want to read this first before you decide to interfere." Keira handed Dumbledore the parchment Skeeter was using to "report" the ceremony.

As Dumbledore read down the parchment to the point where it was abruptly cut off, which he assumed is when Harry summoned it, Dumbledore shook his head sadly as he regarded Skeeter. "Ah Rita, I warned you that you have to watch your quill on what it writes. But I am afraid I cannot help you here, the ICW prohibits wizards from interfering in Witcher affairs, what this caused." Dumbledore holds up the parchment for Skeeter to see. "I thought you knew the dangers of insulting a Witcher like this, Rita. Surely you knew you could not go unpunished if you were not caught before you sent this to the press."

Skeeter's eyes widened in shock that Albus Dumbledore was refusing to help her. Glancing between Potter and Dumbledore she looked to Keira for help. "What- How can I get him to- to back off?"

To Skeeter's surprise it was Lambert who explained what she had to do. Lambert shrugged as if the answer was simple. "Easy, just swear on your magic, your life, and your honor if you have any, that you will not write lies about Harry or Witchers in general." Lambert grinned at Skeeter as if daring to do otherwise.

Skeeter gulped, thinking hard how she could resolve this without compromising her usual work by making such an oath. And this was very stressful with the blade close to her neck. She gulped again and began to speak. "I swear on my magic and my life that I will not write anything about Harry Potter and his order that would compromise your honor while the Triwizard tournament is held in Hogwarts." Skeeter thought with an internal smirk, 'If I set a time limit to the oath it won't last when the tournament is concluded, then I would be free to write again!'

Harry and the other occupants in the room knew that Skeeter's oath had so many holes in the wording for her to write just what she wanted anyway, but Harry took his sword from Skeeter's neck and changed it back to its storage form, a folded knife. He then addressed the reporter, who seemed to relax a bit. "Ms. Skeeter, do not test our patience. We will be watching you writing future articles, and if the published piece does even diverge just a bit from the oath, we will come after you. We may not kill you, but you would wish that you had not crossed our path." Harry's tone was cold as steel which sent shivers down Skeeter's spine.

Keira walked next to Harry and incinerated the parchment that she had gotten back from Dumbledore with a fireball that she had conjured in her hand. Keira then glared at Skeeter. "And just for a reference in the future, if I had worn something as scandalous as you have written on this piece I just turned to ash, even you would have a hard time to find your words to describe me truthfully without asking your own sexuality." Keira then turned to her husband. "Lambert, you can stand close behind Skeeter and check what she is writing."

After Lambert had taken his place in the room just behind Skeeter, Dumbledore called for attention. "Now that the drama of the afternoon is resolved, we should continue with the matter at hand. "Garrick, if you would." Dumbledore gestured towards a seat behind the old teacher's desk.

Everyone in this room of course knew Garrick Ollivander, who also smiled at the other occupants in the room. Bagman began to speak with his joyfull voice to lift the mood. "Good-d! Everyone is present. Now we begin with the wand weighting and afterwards, I will explain when the first task will take place. And of course all the rules that come with the Triwizard Tournament. Ah and-" but Bagman was interrupted when Dumbledore walked over to him.

Dumbledore smiled his grandfatherly smile when he approached Bagman. Looking at the photographer and Skeeter, he began to address the room. "As you may have noticed we have more guests here as we had during the choosing ceremony, so let me introduce everyone here." Dumbledore lifted his hand to show who he wanted to introduce. "While I do not think that our esteemed Wandmaster needs any introduction, let me present to you Garrick Ollivander. He will check over your wands to see if they are in working condition for the tasks ahead." Harry smiled at the old wizard who sold him his wand three years ago. Cedric also smiled, while both Fleur and Krum looked curiously at the old wandmaker.

Dumbledore then turned around to move the attention to Keira and Lambert. "And here we have Keira Metz, the Headmistress of Kear Morhen, School of Magical Combat. With her is her escort Lambert, who is also her husband." Harry noticed that Karkaroff was stroking his goatee and twirling it. It was a sign that the Durmstrang headmaster was extremely nervous to be in the presence of two Witchers.

Harry now turned his focus on Dumbledore, who stepped back behind Ollivander. The Wandmaker then called Krum to hand over his wand to be inspected.

Ollivander took Krum's wand in his hand and inspected it thoroughly. Twirling it, he soon began to speak. "Hornbeam and a dragon heartstring as its core, 10 and a quarter inches in length. Thicker than usual and very rigid. The design reminds me of someone. Is this a wand from Gregorovitch?" As Krum was nodding, Ollivander flicked the wand and let out a small explosion which caused Harry and Lambert to flinch. Ollivander apologized sincerely as he explained that a Gregorovitch wand was always very temperamental. "I wanted it to make a small sound like a whistle, but it seems that the wand wanted to show me that it would not follow my command." Ollivander then handed the wand back to its owner. Ollivander then called Cedric to hand over his wand to inspect. Ollivander hummed when he inspected the Hufflepuff's wand. "Ah, yes, I remember this wand. Ash with unicorn hair, 12 and a quarter inches, pleasantly springy. Oh, this unicorn was a very feisty one, almost gored me with her horn when I collected the hair, I had not seen that her foal was with her. I see that you take good care off your wand."

Cedric nodded with a smile, telling Ollivander that he had just polished his wand last night. Harry heard Lambert chuckle and saw Keira glaring at her husband. The other occupants in the room did not notice it, but Callie also laughed in Harry's head,

Ollivander, who had learned from before that his spell should not make any loud sounds, just used Cedric's wand to conjure some sparks from its tip before handing it back, telling Cedric that his wand was in perfect working order.

Harry looked at Skeeter while Fleur was called to Ollivander next, seeing that Skeeter was a very fast writer even if she uses a normal quill to take notes. With Lambert just standing behind her, Harry was sure that she would refrain from writing in her usual style, but Harry could think that Skeeter was writing with a hidden meaning behind every word she was putting on the parchment. When Harry noticed Skeeter writing something about Fleur and her heritage, he was almost back at her throat if not for Lambert placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking his head when Skeeter looked up. She then furiously crossed out the lines that were offending in Lambert and Harry's opinion.

Ollivander examined Fleur's wand with great interest, as if something had surprised him about it. "Rosewood, 9 and a half inches long, inflexible and is that? Oh my." Ollivander looked up from the wand towards Fleur hoping she would confirm his suspicion.

Fleur smiled when she told Ollivander what the core of her wand was. "The 'air of a Vella, it was my grandmuzzers."

Ollivander was now smiling and twirled the wand in his hand. "Ah yes, that is a very special wand core. I always wanted to try it for myself, but I never was able to ask for a hair from your people myself." Ollivander then conjured a small bouquet of flowers and handed it and the wand back to Fleur.

Ollivander was now looking at Harry with great curiosity, because Harry did not move toward him with his wand. Harry nodded towards Keira who explained the circumstances to Ollivander. "You see Mr. Ollivander, Harry had agreed to hand over his wand before every task. So there is no need for you to check it over."

Ollivander raised an eyebrow when he turned back to Harry. "Is that so? Very peculiar. In that case, how about I just look at it unofficially to see if it still works well enough for your classes as I am here right now and have nothing else to do?"

Harry just shrugged and pulled out his wand to hand it over for a short inspection. "No offense Mr. Ollivander, it has been a very useful wand since I came to Hogwarts but I want to show people that as a Witcher, I do not need a wand for those tasks. It would give me too much of an advantage and that would be rather unfair to the other champions. But if you want to examine it, I do not mind giving it to you to inspect."

Harry walked over to the desk and handed his wand over to Ollivander, who nodded gracefully and looked at the wand now in his hand. "Ah yes, another one I remember vividly. 11 inches, Holly and phoenix feather core. How long did we need until we found one that has chosen you Mr. Potter? Two or Three hours?"

Harry laughed. "As far as I remember, it felt like days until you gave me that wand. And I am still satisfied with it." Harry just hoped that Ollivander would not mention the story his wand had with another one.

Ollivander smiled at the memory and waved Harry's wand to produce a few smoke rings and handed it back to Harry. "As you should be, Mr. Potter. This wand has chosen you for a reason, and I am still curious what you will accomplish with it. And as it is still in perfect working order, I think that concludes my reason to be here." Getting up from his seat he turned towards Dumbledore and Bagman, Ollivander nodded. "If there is no other business I shall take my leave and return to my shop.".

Bagman thanked Ollivander and then stood in the middle of the room to address the champions and their respective heads. "Well, now this is out of the way, I will announce the date of the first task is November 24th, that means in three weeks. As for what it is, that will stay a secret until the task starts. Also, the teachers and Heads are not allowed to help the champions in any way or form. This should test your resourcefulness in the face of the unknown. Are there any questions?"

Harry looked over to Keira and Lambert, both shaking their heads. Looking at the other champions, he noticed that Fleur and Cedric were getting nervous while Krum seemed unaffected. But listening closer to the heartbeat of the Durmstrang champion, he heard the fast beating of a heart that was afraid of what he could encounter in the first task.

Bagman then clapped his hands together with a nervous smile. Harry guessed it was because Harry and Lambert were looking at him curiously. "Very well, that concludes this part of the Triwizard tournament. But as this is an event that gathers enough attention in the wizarding community, we thought that we should allow the press to interview the champions to give the magical community something to be excited about before the first task. Ms. Skeeter, if you would."

Skeeter stepped in the middle of the room, while Lambert stood behind her to watch what she was about to write down. Skeeter felt his presence behind her and talked with a shaky voice. "Thank you Ludo. Now, I have some questions that I am sure that my readers would like to read the answers for."

While Skeeter asked her questions, the champions and their respective heads answered as honestly as they could. Harry watched the quill like Lambert did behind Skeeter, and he was glad that Skeeter seemed to have the warning Keira had issued before being taken to heart, as she was only writing what was said and nothing else added to it.

After the interviews, it was time to take some photos. While the champions tried to stand naturally, with Fleur in the front of the others as she was the only witch in their lineup, Skeeter wanted Harry to stand in the front as the youngest wizard, even if Harry's frame would block all the other champions. After they had taken the photos the photographer wanted to take for this occasion, he put the camera back in his bag and thanked the champions and their heads for their time.

A short while later, Skeeter was walking out the gates of Hogwarts, when she told her photographer that she would need the photos he had taken as soon as possible. He just nodded and disapparated to his home to develop the film. Skeeter also disapparated to her apartment, but only to grab a bottle of firewhiskey and took a big swallow. She was still shaking from the experience today, as she was sure that she could still smell the oil on the steel sword when the bloody Witcher held its edge at her throat. She took another large swallow as she remembered the cat-like eyes boring down at her in anger for even daring to write something bad about Witchers. Now she knew the reason why her mentor told her to never anger those damned mutants, but she would not back down. Reading her notes, she grinned when she saw that she could use even a normal story to write an article as she is used to. But first she had to calm her nerves even more and took another swallow from the bottle. 'Once I can calm down I still need to sober up enough, can't show up in the office looking drunk.'

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While Skeeter is heading home trying to get through her ordeal with help from Ogden's finest, Yennefer was walking through Diagon Alley with a clear goal in mind. Callie and Keira had "written" to her that the reporter covering the Triwizard Tournament was Rita Skeeter. As this was almost a guarantee for a libelous article; and that prediction held true when she read what Skeeter was caught writing about Harry. Yen had decided that she would visit the editor of the Daily Prophet and prevent such an article from being printed in the first place. 'Skeeter may have made a very loose oath to not write such but I don't trust that bitch,' Yen thought angrily. Luckily Winky would watch over Katrina during this endeavor back in Kear Morhen.

Yen soon found the building where the Prophet was printed entered the Lobby before stopping in front of the receptionist working on the front desk. "Hello, I would like to speak with your Editor please." Yen's tone was polite but she was keeping a tight rein of her anger.

The young witch looked up from the letters sent to the Daily Prophet and fixed Yen with a curious look. "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Cuffe?"

Yen shook her head, but grinned when she leaned closer to the young witch. "While I do not have an appointment with Mr. Cuffe, he will see me when he hears that I want to give him a warning before Rita Skeeter comes back from Hogwarts with her article about the Triwizard Tournament later today. If he needs an even bigger incentive, tell him that Yennefer of Vengerberg will give him an exclusive interview about Harry Potter." Yen grinned when she saw the young witch's eyes widen at that last statement.

The young witch's eyes were wide in shock, but nodded; she used a small notepad to write down on it, tapping the note it folded into a small paper airplane sending the note to her boss. The receptionist then turned back to Yen and pointed at some seats in the lobby. "If you would like to sit down while you wait, you can do that over there. Would you like something to drink?"

Yen thanked and asked for a cup of tea while she walked over to the chairs and took a seat and waited until she was called. She did not have to wait long, until Mr. Cuffe came out the door next to the front desk, panting as if he had run a mile until he arrived here in the lobby. "Where is Ms. Vengerberg?"

The receptionist pointed towards the waiting area, where Yen was sipping at her tea while looking around in the small lobby. Cuffe breathed out a sigh of relief, while he composed himself, fixing his tie and walked over to the sorceress. "Welcome to the Daily Prophet Ms. Vengerberg. If you would please follow me to my office, so we can speak about your proposed Interview?"

Yen smiled her best neutral smile and placed the cup on the small table next to the chair she was sitting on before standing up. "Thank you Mr. Cuffe for your time. And of course we can talk in your office. Please lead the way."

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When Cuffe closed the door to his office, Yen looked around and had to admit that the office was much more modest than she had anticipated from the Editor in Chief of the only magical newspaper in Britain. Granted she knew about Xeno Lovegood's Quibbler, but she was led to understand Lovegood prints his magazine at his home. Still, the various framed photos of known celebrities was an impressive sight; especially since some of them were signed. Yen hid a small smile when she noticed the place where she assumed Lockhart's photo used to sit.

Cuffe walked around Yen and sat down behind his desk, offering Yen to sit down. After she had taken the seat. He then pulled out a notepad and his white dictaquill, explaining that this Quill was unable to write anything else then what will be spoken in this office. "It also cannot be altered after the fact without the agreement of both parties taking part in the interview. Now, the receptionist's note mentioned that you want to talk about Harry Potter?"

Yen nodded and leaned back on the chair. "As you may have heard, Harry Potter has become a champion of the Triwizard Tournament after his name was admitted to the Goblet of Fire, even after Hogwarts already had chosen champion. Now what you will not know is that Harry Potter will not compete in the traditional sense as a wizard, but as a Witcher." Yen grinned when she saw the surprise on Cuffe's face. "Yes, you heard me correctly Mr. Cuffe. Harry Potter has become a Witcher just before he started his second year and has become a member of the school of the wolf." Yen paused to let that bombshell sink in. "But as a Witcher, you understand, they are very sensitive to insults, especially to their honor and reputation. I was informed not too long ago this afternoon that Rita Skeeter came close to losing her head because she was caught writing very…dangerous things about Harry." Yen hid her smirk when she saw Cuffe pale.

—-

Rita Skeeter woke up the next day, massaging her head before looking for a potion to fight against her hangover headache. After she had downed the small vial, she walked over to the kitchen in her apartment to brew her a fresh cup of coffee. She soon would write her article about the champions of the Triwizard Tournament and then meet Mr. Cuffe in his office later today. She would still write in her usual style while avoiding the things that would cause her to lose her magic. That should be enough to satisfy the oath until the tournament is finished. 'But as soon as this bloody tournament is finished, I will write everything I think my readers want to see, even if I have to use another name so these brutes would not find out that it was me.'

She soon was interrupted by a tapping sound from the window over the kitchen sink and looked up. A Daily Prophet delivery owl was sitting on the window sill and waited for Skeeter to open the window.

Skeeter wondered what would be written on the newspaper this morning and opened the window to pay the owl her knut and took the paper in one hand and her cup in another. When she read the headline, she let the cup fall on the ground where it shattered while she read the headline again.

Harry Potter: Competes in Triwizard Tournament as a Witcher

By Barnabus Cuffe, Editor in Chief

It might surprise you all to learn that Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, is a Witcher, a student of the Kear Morhen School of the Wolf. He was forced to reveal his hidden status when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire is the unbiased judge that determines the champions that will compete in the Triwizard Tournament. On Halloween last Harry Potter's name came out of the goblet and this set in motion a revelation that shocked his peers at Hogwarts.

A Witcher, as recently reported two years ago, is an individual who has taken a special ritual to gain abilities to help them deal with monsters. Normally the Ministry of Magic would deal with such monsters themselves but some monsters are just too dangerous for Wizards to handle, even in groups.

But why would Mr, Potter take this great risk to become a Witcher? To answer that question I have the woman who has raised this brave young man. Yennefer of Vengerberg. "Harry grew up watching his mentor, my husband, Geralt of Rivia, train in our courtyard. He has also seen fellow Witchers train and heard the stories growing up. But also, he does not want children to grow up like he did, an orphan." Ms. Vengerberg explained with a sad, but proud smile.

When asked why Mr. Potter would sacrifice his family legacy to become a Witcher as it's well known that Witchers have to accept the price that they cannot have children. Imagine my surprise when Ms. Vengerberg smiled and shook her head. "Oh that was true in the past, but not anymore. We are not so hindered in our beliefs to look to the miracles of muggle science to find ways to work around the ritual. We found that workaround and proved we can have children. The proof is the fact of my daughter, Katrina. She's 6 months old now."

When I asked if Mr Potter has any monster kills on record Ms. Vengerberg nodded proudly. "Oh yes, the largest monster any Witcher has sought to take down and he did it alone. A thousand year old basilisk. We even contracted Gringotts to harvest the carcass." Ms. Vengerberg even showed me a photo of large basilisk skull, see photo below, that sits on their mantle place in their main hall.

Gringotts has indeed confirmed this feat! To think, a basilisk had laid hidden away in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets for a thousand years, but when the Chamber of Secrets was reopened two years ago Mr. Potter and his mentor Geralt were on the case and they were able to find the hidden Chamber of Secrets!

But why was Mr. Potter sent in alone you wonder? The answer is simple. Harry Potter is also a parselmouth! That's right readers, Harry Potter can speak the language of snakes. What is not well known about basilisks is that if a person is a parselmouth they are immune to their deadly gaze. It's no wonder that he was the only one willing and able to face this monster and defeat it!

When we reached out to Hogwarts Headmaster for any comments on Mr. Potter's participation in the Triwizard Tournament and the slaying of Slytherin's basilisk, Albus Dumbledore offered this statement. "While I wish Mr. Potter did not have to compete; I understand why he chose to reveal himself. He felt it was a matter of honor and as I have come to understand, honor means a great deal to Witchers. And yes, Mr. Potter took it upon himself, not for glory or gold, to slay the basilisk. He stepped up to the challenge to protect the students of Hogwarts. Because he was not formally contracted he had all rights to claim the carcass as his property."

There you have it readers, Harry Potter went down into the Chamber of Secrets to protect his classmates and school. To even slay this mighty beast at the tender age of twelve speaks of his training and courage.

Now, we all hope that Mr. Potter will survive this tournament he was put into against his own will and that he will show us how a Witcher would do all the tasks.

I will ask the DMLE when we can know more about the person that had submitted Mr. Potter's name, as Ms. Vengerberg had hinted that Mr. Potter had already found and captured the individual responsible.

(For more information about Witchers and sorceresses, see page 2)

(For more information about basilisks, see page 5)

Skeeter almost stormed out of her apartment before she remembered that she still was in her nightclothes. She grabbed her wand and transfigured her night gown to her normal green dress before going to the Daily Prophets.

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The receptionist at the front desk was sorting all the mail before delivering it to the respective recipients when she heard that the door to Diagon Alley was opened and looked up. Seeing Skeeter storming towards her desk with an angry look on her face, the receptionist sighed and did already write a note to Mr. Cuffe to prepare for Skeeter.

Rita just walked past the desk and through the door right next to it that led to the offices of the newspaper. On her way, she passed many cubicles that housed all the younger reporters that were now looking curiously at Skeeter, storming past them until she arrived at the entrance to Cuffs' office.

Skeeter knocked on the door, but she did not wait until she heard that she could enter before opening the door and walking into the office. Cuffe was sitting behind his desk and looking over different articles that would be printed the next day with his approval.

Looking up, Cuffe scowled when he saw Skeeter's angry face. "Rita, care to explain why you just entered my office without me granting you the permission to do so? And I heard you knocked, but as you can see I have much work to do." He then waved his hand dismissively towards Skeeter, which only enraged the witch even more.

Skeeter stepped closer to her boss's desk and slammed her hands on the stack of papers on it. Cuffe looked back up with an equal anger before she began to speak. "I would like to know why you stole my story, Barnabus. You know very well that you have assigned me to the Triwizard Tournament and everything that has a connection to it, and that includes Potter being a bloody Witcher. So maybe you want to explain to me why I read that interview with Vengerberg in today's issue of the Prophet without you calling me in to make this interview myself, in which she seemingly told you everything that I had found out yesterday?"

Cuffe stood up and glared at Skeeter. "Because, at first I thought that she just wanted to tell something about Mr. Potter, but before she got into details about Mr. Potter's history with her family she also informed me about your behavior at Hogwarts yesterday. Were you going to tell me you came close to losing your head due to your wild imagination? Imagination, I will admit, sells papers but it does not sell papers when my reporters lose their heads!" Skeeter paled when she realized her boss knew more than she had bargained. But the threat did not stop there.

Cuffe shook his head and sighed. "Sometimes I really wish you would rein in your stories' tone. Do not forget the power Ms Vengerberg wields in the Wizengamot. After the Interview was finished she warned me and to the extent the rest of the Daily Prophet. Ms. Vengerberg knew that you were not impressing with how you conducted yourself at Hogwarts yesterday. And quite frankly, so am I, especially after I had confirmed it with Bozo, when he came back to the office after developing the photos for the article. In any case, she warned me that if I ever let you write about Witchers or their friends ever again, she would use her position as the regent of House Potter to drown us in legal proceedings for libel and everything else her solicitor could think of. So, I took you off this tournament and I will cover the tournament myself to keep them off our back. I may even take one of our new reporters with me so they can learn something. Since you did manage to get something with a dictaquill yesterday I expect you to turn in your notes to me; I was expecting it yesterday anyway. Now, you will leave my office and look for another story to write about, and I would suggest, for your sake, that you find something that does not catch their interest." He then pointed to the door of his office and waited for Skeeter to leave his office.

Skeeter huffed, wanting to argue that most of the readers wanted to read what she had written, when the letters that were sorted by the receptionist before landed on Cuffe's desk. But he did not react to it until Skeeter decided to walk to her desk to read the letters that would be undoubtedly written to her from her fans, asking her why it was not her who conducted the interview with Vengerberg. Just as she opened the door, she saw a young reporter team waiting just outside the door. The young witch smiled and thanked Skeeter for holding up the door for them. This angered Skeeter even more and she all but stormed out towards her desk, leaving the other three behind. And Skeeter promised herself that she would dig up every secret that the sorceresses and Witcher's were hiding and reveal it, legal proceedings be damned.

After Skeeter had left his office, Cuffe was breathing in deep to calm himself down as the two reporters walked into his office and closed the door behind them. Cuffe thanked them for coming so fast. "Well Kent, Lane, I took Skeeter off the assignment about the Triwizard tournament and took it over from her. But as I cannot go out whenever a task will be held at Hogwarts, I will send you two to write your reports and then I will make an article out of it. Of course, your work will be credited to you. Will you be up for this task?"

Lois Lane, the witch of the team, smiled happily and leaned a bit forward to her boss. "Of course Mr. Cuffe. Kent and I here will not disappoint you. We are not the star reportes from your American cousin, the Daily Herald, for nothing after all."

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In Malfoy Manor, a new house elf was cleaning up the shattered glass on the floor of Lucius's office since his master had let it slip out of his hand in surprise. Lucius had read the Daily Prophet article and suddenly remembered the letter that his son had sent him the day after Halloween. And of course, he knew Vengerberg, as he was one of the few survivors that had fought at Kear Morhen when his master tried to punish the Witchers for refusing his offer. The name of her husband caused him to stiffen in fear, before he threw the newspaper next to the house elf and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill to write to his son.

My son.

I hereby order you to keep your distance from Harry Potter and to not anger him in any way. See to it that your entourage also does nothing that would cause Potter to seek out revenge. You do not understand the danger an angry Witcher represents!

Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius regarded the letter and shook his head. 'This is a very precarious time for Draco, and the tragic part is, I cannot get Fudge to do anything lest I have the Witchers attention directed on me!' Lucius grimaced at that thought.

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In a manor in the countryside, Voldemort was sitting in his chair in his temporary body, that his servant had made for him when he had found his master in the woods off Albania. Voldemort was thinking about the article he had just read before he placed his order to his servant. "Potter becoming a Witcher is indeed troubling. But it should not impact my plans we have made for the next summer solstice. But to be on the safe side, you will find out everything you can about Witchers, most importantly their weaknesses. Ask our spy in Hogwarts if he could help you with that. But do not forget that I still need your assistance on a daily basis, so you will return every night to me. Is this understood?" Voldemort glared at his kneeling servant.

The Death Eater nodded and left the room, determined to fulfill his master's wishes.

Voldemort turned back to the fire and contemplated this new development. 'I do not know which troubles me more: the fact that Potter found the Chamber of Secrets or he was bold enough to become a Witcher. Perhaps there is some use of him competing in the tournament as a Witcher; it would give me some insight into his abilities.' Voldemort grimaced as he thought back to his last encounter at Kear Morhen. 'I wonder if I have gambled too much when I challenged the Witchers in their own home. No, I was not truly prepared to face them. I will not make the same mistake twice!'

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In his newly renovated flat, Sirius was reading the Daily Prophet headline with great interest. 'Well, this explains why Harry still lives with the Witchers and sorceresses in Kaer Morhen instead of visiting me in my home. Speaking of which, I think I will write him a letter and ask if he would like to spend some time with me in Hogsmeade during a visit.'

Sirius was glad that his blood adopted heir had not become infertile by the mutation, or else Sirius had to look for another solution for the Black family. But since this was a moot point, he just shrugged and flipped the paper to the next page, where he read the article about Witchers.

Under the article was the photo of the basilisk skull and Sirius let out a whistle. 'Damn, that thing is really huge. I wonder how Harry defeated it and if Amelia knows something about it.' He grinned at his rekindled romantic relationship with the head of the DMLE. And as he was no longer in the force, they finally could be open about it.

Just then, Amelia came out of the bathroom while she was drying her hair with a towel. Sirius turned his head towards her and whistled. Amelia laughed and walked over to Sirius with an open bathrobe on. Looking over his headliner, she read the article about Harry being aWitcher. "Ah, I see Yen has gone public with Harry being a Witcher." Amelia frowned at the lack of reaction from Sirius when she saw him ogling her assets. Rolling her eyes at his boyish antics she closed her robe to get his attention. "I think we may need to talk about Harry."

Sirius pouted at the loss of the lovely view and shrugged. "I did wonder why he would rather stay in Kear Morhen after I was released but-" Sirius stopped himself when he brain caught up with him. Snapping his gaze from Amelia's reduced cleavage to her face he pointed a finger at her. "You knew he was a Witcher?"

Amelia smiled sadly and nodded. She took the Daily Prophet from Sirius to read the article before she responded. Amelia was somewhat surprised to see Sirius waiting for her patiently when she finished the piece by Cuffe. "Before you start, I never was directly told Harry is a Witcher. Mind you Susan knew before I did and she did not say anything to me either. And even when I did know it was not my secret to share. It would be like you betraying James being an animagus, or Remus not revealing you were an animagus." Sirius nodded conceding her point. Amelia smiled graftefully for Sirius' understanding. "As for the DMLE aspect of the article I cannot comment much because it is part of an open investigation, but yes, the culprit who submitted Harry's name was caught that night. Only those who were present when he was revealed, and by revealed I mean he was using polyjuice to hide as Moody."

Sirius frowned in confusion. "But Harry has the Marauder's Map; how would he have missed that?" Sirius saw Amelia's curious look he explained. "One of the features of the map is that it can't lie. If someone is using polyjuice the map will show who they really are. Same thing with animagi, which is how Pettigrew was caught."

Amelia frowned as she hummed thoughtfully. 'I wonder..I will have to ask the Chief about that.' "But did you tell Harry that was a feature of the map?"

Sirius had a sheepish look as he scratched the back of his neck in thought. "Er…no? Never had a reason to bring up the map. Guess I'll have to mention it when I send him an owl." Sirius shrugged. Sirius regarded Amelia with a cocked head. "So..witchers can have children now?"

Amelia nodded slowly. "I have not met Katrina but Yen told me she was pregnant when I visited Kear Morhen summer before their third year. And no, I do not know the details of how it was made possible." Amelia looked down at the Daily Prophet with a frown. "What does puzzle me is why is Cuffe writing this and not Skeeter. Perhaps I will send Yen an owl to ask about that."

A/N: And here we are at the end of this chapter. Now, credit where it is once again due, HowInMadeHowie was again a big help with describing certain scenes and helping me with some timing issues again. Also, for example during the ceremony, in my first draft there was a giant plot hole that he had found and then was filled by his suggestions.

Also, the article in the daily prophet came from him, as my version was not even close to be this good.

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