Harry Potter and the Founders Vault
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The Goblet of Fire
Halloween was a Saturday and normally the Great Hall was empty earlier in the morning, students preferring to sleep in on weekends, but on this day, it seemed the entire school had come down – not to eat though, as most of the students' plates were untouched; most had their eyes fixated on the Goblet of Fire.
It was in the center of the Hall on the stool that the Sorting Hat was usually placed on in the beginning of the year. A thin, golden line had been traced on the floor, forming a circle ten feet wide in every direction.
"All of Durmstrang put their name in the Goblet," Ron said, coming over to the Slytherin table where Harry, Harper, Hermione, and Neville were today. This surprised the four, since Ron would rarely come over to them when not at the Gryffindor table, "but so far we haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts enter."
"As far as I am concerned, I don't care if all of Hogwarts students 17 and older have the sense not to enter, then good for them," Harry said. He hadn't been thrilled with this tournament when it had just been a deadly tournament – but now knowing it had a Magical Binding Contract connected to it had really put Harry off.
"Make you a bet some people put it in last night before bed," Neville said, seeing Ron's shocked face as there was laughing as Fred and George Weasley entered the hall alongside their friend, Lee Jordan.
"What are your brothers up to?" Harper asked Ron.
"I think they made an aging potion," Ron said.
"Those idiots," Hermione said back. "They can't just get through like that? I am sure Professor Dumbledore has thought of that."
As Hermione spoke the twins had both taken the potion and leaped over the line with all eyes in the Hall on them. Everyone seemed to think it worked for a second but then both twins were thrown out of the circle – to add insult to injury they suddenly grew long white beards with everyone laughing at the look of the two.
"Well, I did warn you," the voice of Professor Dumbledore announced the arrival of their Headmaster, entering the Hall. He sounded amused. "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fewcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff – both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too. Though I must say, neither of their beards are as fine as yours..."
Both twins got up and went to head for the Hospital Wing with Lee Jordan following them laughing. "Sometimes I think our headmaster is as much a prankster as us," Harper said with a laugh herself.
"You know all the Hufflepuffs are talking about your boyfriend," Ron said to Harper. "Think he is entering. Any ideas from you there?" Harper shrugged, unsure herself.
…
Cedric Diggory stood before the age line. His name was on a piece of paper in hand with Hogwarts also written on it. He still hadn't fully decided on whether or not he was entering; all his friends and mostly everyone in the House wanted him to enter. He had quite a reputation in his house from helping Mallory Crusher in his first and second year. Cedric almost wished this competition had happened when she was here, and he could just cheer her on instead of deciding this for himself.
Harper hadn't tried to push him anymore. When he'd brought it up, she said that he knew her feelings but would support him either way. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't bothering him that gave her opinion so much more weight. It was half the reason why he had wanted Quidditch back so much – he had to play to know, and he knew Harper was right. If he destroyed his Quidditch career for getting hurt in this tournament it would upset him for the rest of his life. It was a stupid risk.
He took out his wand and burned the piece of paper in his hand into ashes. He had made up his mind. He was not entering. He scanned the hall looking for his girlfriend and saw her at the Slytherin table. As he moved over, though, he passed Beatrice Heywood.
"Hey Trish," Cedric said to her. "Are you entering?"
"Yes," Beatrice said.
"Well, good luck," Cedric said.
"You too," Beatrice said back.
"Oh, I'm not entering. Why would I risk all this for eternal glory?" Cedric said, indicating his own body when he said all this.
Beatrice gave a small laugh as she walked over the age line to put her name in and Cedric went back to his objective, coming next to Harper and kissing her cheek. "What are you doing over here?" Harper asked.
"I just wanted to be with you," Cedric said with a smile.
"Ah, you two are so sweet," Hermione said. "Dean's not much like that..." Hermione looked around for her sort-of boyfriend; they had gone on a few Hogsmeade dates together, and Dean had tended to come sit with her when she was at the Gryffindor table, and had written to each other over the summer, but it wasn't the same as what she saw with Harper and Cedric.
"Yeah…" Harry mumbled, looking at his sister and her boyfriend and knowing his relationship wasn't like that. He would never go seek out Enola the way Cedric just did to Harper. When they were together, she tended to annoy him more than anything lately. He wouldn't ever just hold her close the way Cedric did Harper and he couldn't picture the kind smile on Enola face or the joy the way Harper lit up when Cedric approached.
Harper, the Flamels, Uncle Mato, and even Tim had all told Harry to break up with Enola and he had cowarded out, but looking at Harper, he knew he was going to have to figure it out. He wanted what she seemed to have and the closest relationship he had to that was Hermione, not Enola. Harry looked over at Hermione as he thought this but then shook his head. They were just best friends, nothing more. Hermione had Dean anyway.
"Hey, it looks like everyone from Beauxbatons has entered," Neville said, shocking Harry out of his thoughts as he saw the line of the students from the French school had come in and all dropped their names in the Goblet. They were now going to sit back at the Ravenclaw table.
"Well, I don't know if I should say I hope Fleur gets it or not," Harry said making eyes look at him. "The part-Veela student. She came up to talk to me yesterday to ask if I was really Harry Potter. Really nice girl. I assume being part-Veela might give her an edge on the Goblet choosing her."
"True, but I bet you Krum will be champion for Durmstrang," Cedric said. "I can't believe he is here. You should have seen him at the World Cup. He was amazing the way he flew. It's the type of Quidditch player I want to be some day."
"Should I be jealous?" Harper asked as Cedric gushed over this foreign student.
Cedric blushed at the comment himself. "No, just, I admire his skill, obviously," Cedric said.
"I was joking Cedric," Harper said. "But speaking of Quidditch, we did say we would invite both schools to make their own teams for our club."
"I'll go…" Ceric started but paused as Harper put a hand on his knee.
"Maybe someone a little less fan-boying should do it," Harper said, and Cedric gave a slow nod. "Harry, why don't you go over to Beauxbatons since you know this Fleur and I'll take Durmstrang."
"Sounds like a plan," Harry said, shoving the last of his food into his mouth and getting up as Harper did the same.
…
Harry walked over to the Ravenclaw table.
"Good morning, Fleur," Harry said to her.
"Good morning, 'Arry," Fleur said, seeming to not have expected him to come on by.
"I see you all entered. Good luck, although I'm not sure if that means getting picked or getting spared from this madness," Harry said, and received a giggle from several of the girls nearby. The guys of Beauxbatons were glaring at Harry though; possibly it was because Harry was talk ingto Fleur. "I've come over here for a different reason, though…" Fleur tilted her head and gave a nod. "Normally at school we do an inter-house Quidditch tournament, but that got cancelled for this Triwizard Tournament. Instead, we are having a small Quidditch club, and we'd like to invite your school to make a team and join us."
"Zhat is very nice," Fleur said. "I am sure zhere are many of uz 'ere who would love to join." Fleur looked over at the others from her school who all seemed ready.
"Well, you can submit a team or teams, since you have enough people for more than one team," Harry stated, "to Professor McGonagall." Harry looked at the staff table and pointed her out. "She will then register you up and give you a schedule and a list of rules we made for this club to work."
"Zhank you 'Arry. Are you playing?" Fleur asked.
"Unfortunately, I am," Harry said. "Quidditch isn't my favorite sport, but my friends suckered me into it. My team's name is 'Fourth Year Griffins' and we're considered a moderate team. Maybe we will compete if you are on the team and considered the same level as me."
"I am a very good seeker," Fleur said.
"Apparently, so am I," Harry said, giving a smirk and then a nod. "Until next time Fleur." Harry backed away and noticed Fleur and several of her classmates started chatting the minute he walked away. More than likely planning their team.
…
Harper was quick in getting over to where the Durmstrang students were, and she would be honest in saying she had no idea which one was this Viktor Krum everyone seemed obsessed with was.
"Good morning, welcome to Hogwarts," Harper said, deciding to address them all. The members of the school seeming shocked as Harper came up
"Good morning," one of the students said. "You are American?"
"Yes," Harper said. "Me and my brother are the only Americans in the school. But I will cut to the chase. This year we are doing a small Quidditch Club, and we'd like to invite your school to participate." The shocked looks on the faces of the students were very obvious. "If you would wish to join, you just need to register a team or teams with Professor McGonagall." Harper pointed out the teacher as she said this.
"Thank you," one of them said.
"Although I know one of you is something of a professional Quidditch player," Harper said.
"That vould be me," one of the boys said; he was burlier than the rest, with dark eyes and a somewhat permanently dazed expression. "You do not recognize me?"
"American… we don't do much with Quidditch. It's why I came here; more levelheaded than your fan boys and girls," Harper said, and could see that amused Viktor Krum. "We won't forbid you from joining but know this is mostly novice players playing for fun. Some of our normal House Players are on teams, but it's nothing professional – not even close to our inter-house Quidditch tournament we usually do."
"Understood, I think I vill be happy to coach our team. But we play to vin, know that," Krum said.
"Well good luck then. With this and the tournament," Harper said.
"Are you not on a team?" Krum asked.
"My boyfriend convinced me to join his team – we're the Marauders," Harper said, giving a smile before moving back down the table to where her friends were sitting; she and Harry arriving at the same time. "They seemed interested."
"So did Beauxbatons," Harry said.
Before anyone could say anything else they heard a loud hoot and looked up as the owls entered the hall.
"Mail's in," Neville said, as a familiar white owl approached them. Hedwig had a box with her, Harry disconnecting the box from his owl right away.
"Hedwig, I was going to go up to the owlery and see if you were ready to send a letter to Newt. If you are too tired from the search and delivering whatever this box is, I can ask Warwick…" Harry said, to an angry hoot from her and her holding out her leg. "Sure, thing girl," he chuckled.
Harry had written the letter the night before, so he already had it on him, so easily attached it to Hedwig's foot. "To Newt Scamander girl," Harry said, and Hedwig flew off right away.
"What is this?" Hermione asked of the parcel and Harry shrugged, taking the letter off the top.
"Huh?" Harry asked reading it. "Find a new excuse this year." Harry read the letter out loud to his friends and turned it around. There was no name on it or anything. Just that line.
Harper had already cut the tape on the box and opened it, taking out a candle. Hermione, Harry, Harper, and Neville looked at each other before bursting out laughing, understanding who sent this and why they sent it right away.
"Do you get it?" Cedric asked, having made himself a plate for breakfast, realizing he hadn't eaten yet when Harper walked away. Daphne and Tracey, who the question were directed at, shook their heads.
"Must be a Fab Four thing," Daphne said with a shrug.
"You know we don't have to do anything tonight for the you know what," Harper said after she calmed down her laughter. "Why don't we really do it? Some type of memorial for Uncle James and Aunt Lily."
"I'm down for it," Harry said. Even though he considered Tim and Cassidy his parents now, he did love his birth parents in his own way. He had enough photos of them in his trunk he could take out to do something. "I am sure we can convince Dobby to get the House Elves to give us a nice picnic. We can do something nice by the lake."
"It is kind of tradition now we skip the feast," Hermione added; the three turned to Neville. Neville had always been the one over the last two years a little more reluctant to skip the Halloween feast.
"Ah, why not? I'm down for it," Neville said. "I got some pictures of my parents and your parents together. Maybe we can include them as well."
"I love it," Harry said. "I'll go get some pictures ready and grab Lucy."
"Me too," Neville said.
"I got some studying to do but I'll take the candles and get them ready," Hermione said, taking the box.
"I'll go talk to Dobby," Harper said.
"You're really going to skip the feast? The champions are going to be chosen," Cedric said at that.
"You can tell us all about it later," Harper said, giving him a kiss as the Fab Four stood to leave.
…
Later that day at the Feast, the students seemed more impatient than ever for the food to leave and the feast to be over. The students' eyes kept going to the Goblet of Fire and everyone seemed tense.
At long last the golden plates disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"Well, the Goblet of Fire is almost ready to make its decision," the headmaster said. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" – he indicated the door behind the staff table – "where they will be receiving their first instructions."
Professor Dumbledore took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semi-darkness. People kept checking their watch and multiple people said 'any second now'.
The flames of the goblet suddenly turned red, and sparks began to fly from it. The next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air; a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it and the whole room gasped. Professor Dumbledore easily caught the paper.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, his voice clear and strong, "will be Viktor Krum."
There was a round of loud applause, and some whoops from the students.
"No surprises there," Ron called, very loudly, as Viktor got up from the Slytherin table and went up towards Professor Dumbledore. He turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.
"Bravo, Viktor!" Boomed his headmaster, Professor Karkaroff, so loudly everyone could hear him. "Knew you had it in you!"
As the clapping died down, the attention went back to the Goblet as it turned red once more. Another piece of paper came out of it. "The champion for Beauxbatons…" Professor Dumbledore continued, "is Fleur Delacour!"
Fleur got up and followed Viktor's example of heading towards the staff table, walking along it, and disappearing into the room as the room clapped for her – besides some of her classmates who seemed disappointed they didn't get selected.
With Fleur leaving the Great Hall, the fire in the Gobet turned red once more and a third piece of paper came up. "The Hogwarts champions…" Professor Dumbledore called after he caught it, "is Beatrice Heywood!" Penny Heywood was up with the staff today, cheering her little sister very happily.
The Hufflepuff table went crazy as they stood up to clap as Beatrice got up from her seat and followed the cue of the other two champions, disappearing into the side room. The other Houses clapped but there was some disappointment from all three Houses that someone from their House wasn't selected as champion.
"Excellent!" Professor Dumbledore called happily as the last of the turmoil died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real–"
Professor Dumbledore stopped as the flames of the Goblet turned red again.
"Is it supposed to do that…?" Ron whispered to his brothers, who shrugged, now beard-less. Another flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.
Professor Dumbledore seized the parchment. He looked at it and there was a long pause as the hall remained quiet, everyone wondering what was going on.
"Harry Potter?" Professor Dumbledore finally spoke out, looking around. "Harry Potter!" He called louder now.
"Um… sir," it was Cedric standing up. "He's not here. None of the Fab Four are. They mentioned earlier they would be skipping."
It only took a moment for Albus Dumbledore to scan the room and to see Cedric was right.
"Find them," the headmaster of Hogwarts called.
-Harry Potter-
The Fab Four were glad the weather wasn't too cold. Even though it was later in the evening, they could get away with a small coat outside. They had a picnic blanket out, under them, and a large basket filled with food. Dobby had made sure to go all out with the food and sweets. Lucy was with them, and the dog was happily running around in the fresh air.
Harry and Neville both supplied photos of Harry's parents, and Hermione had made the photos and Professor McGonagall's candles float – everything at different levels. The flames of the candles added a little more heat, and the display was very beautiful. They all then said some words; Harry thanked his parents sacrificing themselves for him. Harper thanked them for the best brother she could ask for. Hermione said something short and sweet.
Neville had tears in his eyes as he mentioned both Harry's parents and his own.
"Nev…" Harry said putting an arm around him. "Hey, I am sure both of our parents are looking down at us proud. We are one step away from achieving something no one has in a thousand years."
"My parents aren't dead," Neville said at that, shocking the three. They had always assumed, considering Neville lived with his grandmother, that his mom and dad had died, too. "After you survived, several Death Eaters, looking for their master, tortured my mother and father with the Cruciatus Curse. They held it on for so long… they are in long term care in St. Mungo's."
"Oh Neville," Hermione said, bringing Neville into a hug.
"So, that's why that curse bothered you so much," Harper said, remembering when Professor Moody had showed them the curses on the spider. "Glad I cursed him now…" Harper knew the Professor must have known this history.
"You cursed Professor Moody?" Hermione asked, glaring at Harper.
"Strictly speaking, my wand did," Harper said, and Harry gave a laugh at that knowing what Harper meant.
The group remained quiet for a moment, just letting Neville think, and then Neville changed the topic himself.
It was a while later, when they were about ready to pack it up when they saw Professor McGonagall come toward them with speed.
"What are you lot doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, seeing the candles.
"Holding a little memorial for my parents," Harry said.
"Like we said we were trying to do the last three years," Harper said.
"Thanks for the candles," Neville added.
"Professor, you didn't think we were lying all these years?" Hermione added, innocently.
Professor McGonagall took a breath and took out her wand waving them at the still-floating candles and photos. The candles went out and were packed away, the same with the photos. Their food and picnic blanket also got packed with speed.
"The House Elves will clean the rest up and return the photos to you," Professor McGonagall said. "Potter, come… actually all of you should follow."
"Professor?" Hermione asked at this, but didn't receive an answer.
"Lucy," Harry called, so his crup would follow them. The four were confused but followed the Professor back to the castle, bypassing the Great Hall, and to a room they knew was the Trophy Room. They could hear some arguing as they walked in and saw Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum, and Beatrice Heywood standing by the large fire of the room, as well as all the headmasters of the schools, Professor Snape, Professor Moody, Ludo Bagman, and Barty Crouch.
"I will not stand for this!" Karkaroff was shouting.
"We cannot allow it," Madam Maxime added to this.
"Ah, Harry," Professor Dumbledore said, noticing them walking in with Professor McGonagall and the room suddenly fell quiet. "There seems to be a problem. Did you happen to put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" He asked calmly.
"What? No!" Harry stated. "Why the hell would I want to enter this death trap?"
"The problem being, your name came out," Professor Dumbledore said, stunning Harry.
"Are you… are you saying Harry is Hogwarts' Champion?" Neville asked.
"It seems Hogwarts has two champions," Ludo Bagman said, indicating Beatrice. The three champions must have been told the news before the Fab Four arrived because they seemed over whatever initial shock they were in.
"WHAT?" Harry finally yelled out, shocked. Lucy gave a growl, sensing her master's anger. "I'm being put in a competition I don't even like against my will because there is a freaking magical binding contract, and I will lose my magic if I don't compete?! How…?"
Harry calmed as both Hermione and Harper put a hand on his shoulder.
"Deep breath," Hermione said to her friend, and her voice was comforting.
"Harry, you didn't put your name in so maybe the magical contract didn't connect to you," Harper reasoned.
"Like I can risk that," Harry said.
"Remember what Uncle Mato taught us? How to feel magic," Harper said.
"Feel magic?" Hermione questioned and could see others in the room were curious too, but neither of the two answered.
"You know I have never been any good at that. Neither of us are," Harry said.
"True, but we were pretty good at finding our own magical cores within ourselves. Check your magic, see if a connection has been made," Harper said. "On the floor." Harper sat on the floor, crossing her legs and Harry followed her lead.
"What is…?" Karkaroff started but Professor McGonagall interrupted him.
"If he finds out the contract has not connected with him, he doesn't need to compete like you want," Professor McGonagall said. "Like we all want… So, give him some quiet."
"Close your eyes, look into yourself, find the center of your magic," Harper was saying, repeating words Mato had said to them many times as kids. Harper voice repeating it did a lot to calm Harry down and concentrate on the task at hand; it had been a long time since he had done this with his uncle, finding his magical center. As he'd grown older, he hadn't wanted to sit and do this, but it did bring back good memories; memories he tried to ignore as he found his core. "Are you there?"
"Yes," Harry said, feeling his core. It was a lot bigger and more powerful than when he did this as a kid, but that was to be expected.
"Look for connections," Harper said.
Harry found one right away but knew this was the connection between himself and the magic of Hogwarts. It felt warm and comforting like he always felt it. And he knew the feeling from his dream lessons with Hogwarts on how to use it. He moved away from it, looking for another connection and he found it. This one was not warm. It was cold and had a death grip on his magic, ready to take it should he break he contract.
"Damn it," Harry said, opening his eyes.
"Well, it was worth a try," Harper sighed, knowing Harry had found the connection from his swearing.
"Well, that's it. He has to compete," Crouch said.
"This is insulting!" Karkaroff spat. "Hogwarts gets two champions! I don't believe for a minute this boy didn't put his name in and this is all just an act."
"I believe 'im" it was Fleur who said this, making the Fab Four pause as the student of Beauxbaton was quick to Harry's defense. "I have talked to 'arry several times sinze we got here. 'e 'as no love for zis competition. 'e would not enter on 'is own and I feel sorry for 'im he is being forced."
"I don't think he did it either," Krum said, giving Harry and Harper a nod.
"Harry has a way of getting himself into dangerous situations," Beatrice spoke up. "But I don't believe he would willingly put his name in for this game. It's not him." Harry was relieved the three real champions were on his side.
"There, the students are right. Besides there is no way Potter could trick the Goblet into thinking there were four schools," Professor Moody said, and as he said it Harper and Harry looked at each other – a light bulb going off between them.
"Wait… what was that about four schools?" Harper asked, getting off the floor fast.
"That is how Harry has been selected. As a champion for a 4th school," Professor Dumbledore stated, "it is the only way the Goblet could be tricked."
"Four schools," Harry said, jumping up himself. "You think…?"
"I think!" Harper said.
"Oh, gees they are doing their thing where only they know what they are talking about again," Neville said.
"Mr. Potter, you seem to have gotten some type of idea," Professor Snape said. "Would you care to share?"
"Well, it is unfair if Hogwarts has a 50 percent chance of winning, but since neither me nor Beatrice want to lose our magic due to that Binding Magical Contract," Harry practically hissed out the words, "the only way to make the competition fair is if I represent a different school."
"You go to school here," Barty Crouch pointed out, Harry looking at him and noticing the man looked very pale and thin, not that he knew how Barty Crouch looked like normally. "What other school could you represent?"
"I go to school here during the normal school year, but during the summer I take classes at the Grand Canyon Academy of Magic back home in Arizona," Harry said and he saw Professor McGonagall's face light up for a short moment but then she regained her composure. "This is a competition as much between countries as it is between schools. I'm an American, not British."
"Technically a dual-citizenship," Hermione pointed out.
"True, but if I am being forced to do this, I would like to be champion for Grand Canyon Academy," Harry finished.
"Is zis possible?" Madam Maxime asked.
"If both the American government and Grand Canyon Academy of Magic would agree to enter the competition with Harry as their pre-selected champion," Crouch mused. "Yes, it is possible."
"Then call them!" Karkaoff demanded.
"I agree. My country felt we should have invited America to participate anyway," Madam Maxime said, and eyes turned to Albus Dumbledore at this.
"I think it's a wonderful idea," Albus said, giving Harry a nod which Harry knew meant 'thank you'. This idea of his would solve a lot of international problems. "I have met the headmaster of Grand Canyon Academy. I can make the call myself."
"And I'll get the American government on board," Crouch mused. "If you excuse me, I better head to my office..." with that, Crouch turned and left.
"With that settled, I do believe we still need to give our champions their instructions. Bagman, since Crouch has left will you do the honors," Professor Dumbledore said.
"Ah yes… the first task…" Ludo Bagman began, a little distracted by the turn of events. "The first task is designed to test your daring, so we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard… very important. The first task will take place on November the 24th, in front of the other students and a panel of judges. The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament. The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Also, owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year test."
"What? That's ridiculous," Harry said, surprising everyone. "It's three tasks from what I have read in the past. I have two NEWTs to take this year. I am doing them."
"Zis boy is taking advance tests?" Madam Maxime asked.
"He is," Professor McGonagall said. "And if Mr. Potter wants to take his tests despite being excused from them, I see no reason why not."
"Thank you, professor," Harry said.
"And if that is all, I think it's time for the students to return to their beds," Professor Dumbledore said. "I am sure both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting for you two to celebrate," he said to his own students.
"I am sure Slytherin and Ravenclaw are waiting for us," Harper mumbled to Hermione, who had to agree with that statement, but they left with the other three champions as Professor Dumbledore started asking around if anyone wanted a night cap.
"Look, I really didn't put my name in," Harry said to the three one in the Entrance Hall, turning to them as he made sure Lucy was following Harry; the ever-loyal and well trained crup was.
"I vas not lying when I said I believe you," Fleur said, giving Harry a kiss on the cheek before heading to the doors to go to her carriage. "Good luck 'Arry," she called to him.
"Just because you are young doesn't mean I vill go easy on you. You are my competitor," Krum said, but gave Harry a nod and Harry knew he believed him. He, too, followed Fleur out – to go to the Durmstrang boat, instead.
"It's scary someone put your name in," Neville said once it was just the Hogwarts students.
"Considering the only reason to put it in would be to see you die…" Hermione reasoned, making eyes turn to her. "I can't believe all of our minds didn't go there."
"Well, we will have to make sure it doesn't," Beatrice said. "Harry, even if you represent your summer school instead of Hogwarts, as far as I am concerned you are a Hogwarts champion as well. I will do everything I can to make sure you get through this."
"Thank you," Harry said, genuinely thankful to Penny's sister.
"Neville, I think we should go back together. Me and you will have to be strong to defend Harry to our House," Beatrice said, and Neville gave a nod, ready for a fight at that.
"I am sure Cedric will help you. He better…" Harper said, moving off with the two since the Slytherin dorms were in the same direction at Hufflepuff.
Harry walked in silent with Hermione until Hermione had to go a different direction to get to Ravenclaw. Having Hermione had been comforting and now he was just worried. Lucy rubbed his leg as he got to the Gryffindor common room. He had to go in and prepare for what was inside and convince them he didn't enter his name and also maybe deflate them when he told them he would possibly not be representing Hogwarts.
-Harry Potter-
Harper stood in her dream waiting and Harry joined her soon after.
"Gryffindor was a mess," Harry said.
"Slytherin wasn't much better. Daphne and Tracey are helping me defend you and weirdly, Draco Malfoy has in his own way," Harper said, and Harry frowned at that.
"Draco has grown, hasn't he?" Another voice spoke as Hogwarts appeared as Rowena Ravenclaw, as usual. A smirk on her face told them she knew why but wouldn't tell them. "And before you ask, yes, I know who entered Harry's name and how. But no, I cannot tell you. The Founders have put privacy protocols in place – it's the reason I just can't tell you everything. I cannot tell you secrets of others."
"You were going to tell me about the Chamber in year 2," Harper said knowing only her dream catcher stopped her.
"I was going to tell you where it was and to claim your rightful place as heir. Not who was opening it," Hogwarts said. "But now Harry is in this deadly competition, I think being able to use me well will be helpful. More practice."
Harry and Harper looked at each other but nodded as they started focusing on learning how to use their unique connection to the castle.
Post Chapter Note; I hope you like my little twist here, with Grand Canyon playing a big role in the story they had to play a big role here. But more on that in later chapters...
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