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It was a night and at a manor of a known Death Eater, a young man was at the door. He wore a black bodysuit with armor, gloves, boots, shin guards, and a black trench coat. He had short black hair and red contacts in his eyes that allowed him to see in the dark. He went to the door and picked the lock, with a toothpick stuck in the lock, and charged it with some kind of energy making it an explosive blowing the lock. He knew there was some kind of spells protecting the manor so he pulled out his bo staff and pressed a button on it one end of it fired out some kind of harpoon tethered to a steel cable and the other end did as well but it was lodged into a tree.
He grabbed onto the bo slid up to the wall safe and blew it open, inside was a box with a highly expensive diamond necklace in it, British pounds, and documents on strategic attacks on Wizard Britain. He stole them all and left his calling card; a red and gold Ace of Spades. Then he headed back to the door and started to leave the manor, as he was making it to the door, some beat him to the door. It was the owner, Lucius Malfoy, in all of his glory. "So, you thought you could steal from me huh?" He said.
"Ah, mon ami." The thief said, "You should've expected this. I guess you have de bad kharma non?" Malfoy pulled out his wand and was about to attack him when he quickly tossed a card at his feet blowing him out the door and the thief took off. Lucius slowly started to get up and saw the thief on his surrounding wall with a scowl. With that, he took off never to be seen again that night.
The next morning, Harry Potter was slowly waking up in his bed, he slowly got up and went to start his day. Today was a big day, Hogwarts was hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament, a very dangerous tournament where only the best of the best wizards and witches who are of age would compete. This year the other two schools were Durmstang from Eastern Europe and Beauxbatons from France. It was going to be a great tournament.
Harry went down to the Great Hall for breakfast when he saw his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasely waiting on him. Hermione was reading the paper trying to hide the blush on her face from Harry. Somehow Harry filled out, he was still short but he was very well built now and was looking good for his age. What she didn't know was when the Durselys took him with them to France they had met up with a man who unknown to them was the head of a guild of assassins and thieves. So when Vernon ran his mouth, as usual, talking about Harry the man walked up to him and told him to leave him alone but he had seen how Harry was treated and in the middle of the night, kidnapped him. During that Summer, Harry was trained as hard as he could. He wasn't as healthy as he could be but he was getting there.
The man; Jean Luc Delacour, had seen that Harry was a natural and named him his heir the Thieves Guild. He started to teach him all he knew, he had a Time Turner he had 'liberated' from the French Ministry of Magic. Then he used it to train Harry in everything he knew about theft, stealing, and not getting caught. He was the greatest apprentice Jean Luc ever had. Harry also was a great swordsman, Jean Luc was impressed with his talent. He set Harry up with a manor, an account, and his own assassin and thieves guilds. Surprisingly they were all female, he had a great summer. Then it was time for him to go back and so he did and that's where are right now.
He went to his table and sat down. He was in his normal outfit for class and started on his breakfast. That was when Dumbledore started to make his announcement. "May I have your attention please?" He said everyone looked at the headmaster of Hogwarts. "It is time to choose names for the 'Tri-Wizard' tournament. If you would please put your names into the cup please." So students put their names into the cup so they could be chosen for the right to be in the tournament.
Harry was playing some cards with Pavarti, Alicia, Ginny, and Neville as this was going on. "Brave people dere non?" He said Neville looked up from his cards.
"Huh?" He said.
"Last time, this Tournoi Tri-Wizard had happened 3 champions died and the last one was sent to St. Mongo's Psyche ward." He looked at his hand and smiled. "Gin." The others just groaned.
"Harry," said Pavarti. "How the bloody hell do you get so lucky?"
"It's a gift chere." He said, as he reshuffled the cards and dealt them out.
"Names will be drawn at dinner tonight, now finish your breakfast and head for your classes." Said Dumbledore, so the students did and on the way, Hermione was stopped by Draco and his goons.
"Well, well, well look who it is?" He said, "The 'Mud-blood'." He slapped her books down, "Oh I'm so clumsy." Just then he hit her with a spell that knocked her down and out. "That should teach you 'Mud-blood'!" He was about to do something to her when all of a sudden four lavender glowing squares appeared on the floor between them and Hermione. Just then they exploded knocking them back. Just then Harry leapt in glaring at them.
"Back away bâtard!" He said.
"Potter!" Malfoy growled, "Crabbe! Goyle! Get Him!" Harry smirked and started to fight, he was throwing kinetic playing cards at them sending them flying away.
Then he leaped into a 15-hit combo on each of them and then with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him, he tossed his staff into the air, pulled out handfuls of cards, and started flinging them saying, "ROYAL FLUSH!" The cards landed on them and exploded on them. Then he caught his staff and glared at Malfoy, "You are next Malfoy!" But the Slytherin just smirked, and Harry rolled his eyes. "Let me guess why you are smirking. Snape is behind me?"
"POTTER!" He said, "Starting fights? 100 points from Gryff-." Then Harry turned around and grabbed him by his robe.
"If you take one point from my house, I will let every other country know where you are." Said Harry.
"Potter, you were in a fight with my charges!"
"Do you not see Hermione on the floor? Injured?" Malfoy just smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
"It's not my fault the 'Mud-bloods'..." Just then a kinetic charged card was flung at him and blew him into a wall.
"SAY IT AGAIN! QUE JE T'Y VOIS!" Harry started to calm down, "any way you're always saying that I am always living off of my celebrity zen I shall because if I or ANY Gryffindor has taken points away from them for defending themselves or even breathing hard, all of Europe, hell even ze world will now where one of the most hated Death Eaters are." Then he picked Hermione up to take her to see Poppy.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
"Oui, I can why? I'm ze 'Garçon qui vivait'." With that, he took off to the medical side of the school. Snape was turning white in fear because he knew Harry would do it.
Later Harry was in Dumbledore's office with his feet up on the headmaster's desk, shuffling cards. Snape was in the other chair glaring at him. "Harry, why are you trying to destroy all of our hard work?" Dumbledore said, Harry raised an eyebrow.
" 'Our' hard work?" Harry parroted, "What do you mean Our hard work? If you mean me keeping myself alive as being hard work, you are right but it wasn't all that hard."
"I mean you are going to press charges on Snape and reveal his unfortunate past."
"Let me guess, you are going to say my parents would be so disappointed in me if zey saw me right now?" Harry shot up out of his chair, "Vous avez un fils de pute, comment osez-vous même suggérer une telle chose?"
"Harry calm down," said Dumbledore.
"Calme, calme? Vous avez dit que mes parents seraient déçus en moi si je ne suis pas agir comme votre peu marionnette!"
"Alright, at least drop the charges."
"No!"
"Mr. Potter, if you don't drop the charges then I will have to expel you from this school."
"Go right ahead Headmaster, we'll see if Beauxbatons wouldn't mind having the 'Garçon qui vivait'." With that, Harry left a very pale Dumbledore and Snape, scared that he would call their bluff.