Harry Potter and the Founders Vault
Disclaimer: As per usual, I am not JK Rowling…
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Important Note:-
Due to a couple of reviews on Harper training with Hogwarts on sword fighting, I think I need to explain this choice a little more in depth. There are a few reasons why I choose to go this route...
One: Obviously, the Slytherin task. When I planned what Harper's mission would be to get the Slytherin Key, I knew she couldn't just challenge Harry in anything; the pair have been partners their entire lives. The idea of using sword fighting was perfect, though, since it would surprise Harry and throw him off course. Remember though, while Harper needs to beat Harry, she doesn't need to beat him fair and square. She needs to CHEAT. Harry will always be better than her.
Two: While the dream training is great for the first four years, as I continue on to Harry being older, the dream training just seems pointless to continue. But, if Harry doesn't have someone to practice with in real life, he would lose the skills he has gained in the dreams, so to make the entire dream training not irrelevant, I needed someone else who could hold their own at least with him – and that someone is Harper. Someone which he could train himself, while keeping his skills on point.
Three: Honestly, it's kind of pointless to include sword fighting if only one person in the story can ever do it.
I hope this explains more my thinking, and everyone can now wait and see where I am going…
Beauxbaton and Durmstrang
Over the next few weeks, the Quidditch Club was up and running smoothly. Hermione and Neville had both joined their own teams, even if they weren't the best on the brooms. Harry had done several rants against Quidditch, of course, but after a lot of begging from his friends in Gryffindor 4th year and Harper and Hermione nudging, him he'd agreed to be the Seeker for the team called the 4th Year Griffins.
Hermione's teams, the Female Ravens, was Ravenclaws females from several different years, all of whom were just looking for some fun and weren't anywhere near professional players. Similarly for Neville's team 'Huff and Puff', only that team included both boys and girls.
The group had learned the Bludgers and the Snitch could be set to different levels and each team was considered a different levels, depending on who was on it. It was agreed that depending on performance of the team would depend on if they moved up and down and the team could only go against people of the same level. Harper's team had been considered moderate right away, since they had two players from actual school teams on it, even if Ginny wasn't playing her normal position. They had managed to keep that status with Harper not being amazing but not being a bad Keeper, and Edward being a decent Chaser. Their two Beaters were average at best, as well as Luna, who wasn't great but held her own.
Harry's team had been at beginner but had been quickly moved up when Harry caught the Snitch in the first few minutes of their first ever match. Meanwhile, Hermione and Neville were happily in the beginner stage and the team had no intention of moving up.
The club was causing a lot of joy and fun around the school, even for people who didn't want to play but enjoyed watching. Fred and George had started a betting pool on matches, the two telling Harry privately they were also trying to earn money to get their business idea up and running and planning on doing bets for the Triwizard Tournament as well – if they didn't manage to get passed the age restriction and get one of them in as champion.
Classes went along as normal. In Fourth Year, they were being assigned more work than previous year classes due to next year being their OWLs. Harry had a lot of work to do – even with only two NEWTs since he'd already taken the others, and he was kind of thankful he was so far ahead, since it would mean having two less exams when he actually got there. Harper herself only had one, having dropped Herbology after her second year. Hermione was very interested in their work and taking notes and considering Professor Moody had tried to put both Harper and Harry under the Imperius curse and failed, no one was that surprise when he started making the class try to fight it off.
There was also a delightful joy as Professor McGonagall announced Animagus training for 4th years and up, using the skills she had learned from Tanathan over at the Grand Canyon Academy of Magic, with many whispering about joining as Harry and Harper smirked to themselves.
The biggest thing for Harper, though, had been figuring out what to challenge each of her friends to and how to trick them. Neville had been an easy decision; she was going to use one of her favorite games ever: poker – she had already started to insert talk about it into conversations and shuffling cards in front of her friend, finding out Neville did have some knowledge on the game was good, too, since he was more likely to accept a challenge than if he didn't know anything about it. She just needed to figure out how to challenge him without it looking weird.
She knew what she wanted to do for Hermione and Harry too, but it would take more time to organize her eventual cheat on the two than Neville. Plus, she still needed more training on sword fighting from Hogwarts when the building didn't bring Harry into the dream as well, to train them how to use their connection.
Hermione, for her part, had been trying to decode the fake clue in the Vault book. On the morning the two schools were scheduled to arrive, she came over to the three in the Great Hall, very excited.
"I found the language!" Hermione said. "It's an old dead language – older than Latin. There is no direct translation into English, but I might be able to translate it into Latin and then into English… too bad we don't take Latin as a course."
"You know, I always wondered why Latin was not offered as a course in Magic Schools. Very few even in America offer it," Harry mused.
"Why would we?" Neville asked, seeming confused.
"Because most of our spells are just Latin for what the spell does. Like Expelliarmus, a rough translation is drive out a weapon," Harry said, and could see Neville seemed shocked by this knowledge.
"Very good Harry. You know you could have been a Ravenclaw yourself," Hermione said with a smile.
"Oh, high praise from Mione," Harper said, and Harry laughed.
"Thanks, but I'm a happy Gryffindor," Harry said, and Hermione gave a nod at that as the owls came flying into the Great Hall.
Harry and Harper looked up to see the familiar white owl coming and resting in front of Harry, she seemed exhausted, and Harry took the letter attached to her to realize it was the letter he and Harper had sent out for Ominis Gaunt. The poor girl had been looking for weeks for him and obviously hadn't found him. Harry could tell his owl was frustrated at failing.
"It's alright, girl," Harry said giving her some bacon and some water to drink. Harry knew right away this relative of Voldemort's must have some powerful protection on him to not be tracked down by an owl. It was probably how he was still alive.
"What was that?" Hermione asked, intrigued by Harry and Hedwig. "Come on?"
"Remember when we showed you our family tree we made?" Harry decided to spill the beams, and Hermione nodded. They had looked for books on the Founder's children and found little to nothing in the library.
"Well, there is a distance relative of ours still alive on it we wanted to try to contact and failed," Harper continued for her brother and that seemed to placate the two as they gave a nod and didn't ask more.
"We got Care of Magical Creatures again today," Neville pointed out changing the subject. "Harry, any new idea on those Blast-Ended Skrewts?"
"Urgh," Harry sighed at that; Hagrid had surprised Harry with a creature he had never heard of before, causing a bit of amusement from Hermione and Neville who treated Harry as their creature expert – even Harper found it amusing, but also confusing, since she had never heard of them either. Harry had looked through Fantastic Beast and Where to Find them backwards and forward but found nothing.
"Surely they've got to be… something," Hermione added in for that. She had been a little scared of the Skrewts but had hoped Harry would know more of them.
"Sadly no," Harry said, turning his attention back to his owl, "You know, once Hedwig is rested up, I am sending a letter to Newt," Harry received a hoot from his owl; Hedwig probably happy she would be sent to someone she could actually find.
"Oh Harper, Warwick returned with the book you wanted," Hermione now said, taking the book out of her bag. "He brought it to me by accident..." Harper took the Quidditch book from Hermione and gave her friend a smile as she tossed it into her bag. The book was later than she wanted as she needed Harry to give her to catalog, and she couldn't look too eager to get it, so Harry didn't get it to her until the end of September. Then Warwick needed to fly all the way to America to order the book and since he was flying there anyway, they had also sent him some letters for family and friends as well, so now it was October 30th, and she had finally gotten it.
"Anyway, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang arrive today. That means Snape's class will be cut short for us, Harp," Harry said, changing the subject, just not caring much about the Quidditch book; while he was playing for his friends and he was enjoying it more than he would ever let on, he still wasn't a fan of Quidditch and knew once this year was over, he wouldn't play again.
"Fine by me. I'm not the biggest potion fan," Harper said.
"You know, I actually don't understand your allergies," Hermione said, making Harper raise an eyebrow. "It's not about an ingredient in the potions, since the potions you have listed don't all share the same ingredient… Any idea how it works?"
"From what the doctors said, when I was a kid it's a reaction of my magic to the magic in the potion," Harper said. "My magic reacts badly, causing the same reaction you would get from a food allergy in my body. Luckily, too, since muggle medicine for allergies work to counteract the systems."
"So, magic can react badly to each other? Interesting," Hermione said, seeming to want to ask a million more questions but didn't have the time as they had to rush out to their classes.
The entire day had a pleasant feeling of anticipation as everyone waited for the arrival that evening of their guests. Over the week there had been a lot of talking and guessing on the Tournament itself. While the castle itself had been beautifully decorated overnight, having had been going through a cleaning the last week or so. After classes, all the students went to drop off their bags and books in their Dormitories then ran to the front hall.
The Heads of Houses were getting their students into lines; Professor Flitwick was busying himself with the First Years, who were the only members of Ravenclaw that didn't line up perfectly. Hermione stood with Padma and others of her year as they whispered to each other about facts on the other schools they had read.
Professor Snape gave a look over his House, walking back and forth and the Slytherins knew better than to mess up under the eyes of their Head of House – and the entire school. They knew when to look good and how to look good. They were very nicely lined up. Harper was with Daphne and Tracy.
The Hufflepuffs were a little more laid back than the other two houses – they weren't a mess, but Professor Sprout was trying to get them all in order. Cedric, as Prefect, was helping and gave Neville and Susan a smile before he went to line up with the other 6th years. Some of his friends whispered to him, asking him if he had decided to enter or not. Cedric just gave a smile but not an answer.
The Gryffindors were probably the most unorganized of all the houses and looked like an utter mess; Harry wasn't sure whether to shake his head or laugh, but he thought that is what you got for putting the bravest of the brave together. A lot of Gryffindors were very high energy, especially with this Tournament rousing them up.
"Weasley straighten your hat!" Harry wondered for a moment which Weasley Professor McGonagall meant. "Miss, Patel take that ridiculous thing out of your hair," Professor McGonagall called to several of his classmates. "Potter, do you need to wear the baseball cap?"
"It says Gryffindor on it," Harry said, pointing to the red cap he currently had on that did indeed say 'Gryffindor' on it. Harry liked wearing baseball hats as much as possible, so had commissioned several Hogwarts-related ones to go with his uniform. "It's nicer than my hair." It was true the hats seemed to keep his wild hair under control.
"Harry," Professor McGonagall said, not unkindly, and Harry knew by using his first name she was really asking, so deciding not to be a pain to his Head of House so he took the hat off and shoved it into the pocket of his cloak; luckily the cloak had big pockets. "First years in front… No pushing," Professor McGonagall called once Harry had taken the hat off, but Harry could see the small smile and knew she was thankful he hadn't been difficult. He tried to flatten his hair with his palms, but to no avail.
The school filed outside in their lines, led by their Heads of Houses to wait in front of the castle. Harry shivered. While both him and Harper had gotten used to the coldness of Scotland, it still wasn't something they liked after growing up in the warmth of Arizona.
"Nearly six," Ron said, who was standing next to Harry, checking his watch. "How do you reckon they will come? The train?"
"Doubtful, they would have had to get to London to catch the train going through a muggle train station. From another country it's not that pleasant. Trust me," Harry said.
"Maybe by broom?" Dean, who was on the other side of Harry, asked.
"That's possible," Ron agreed looking up at the skies.
"Little far to travel by broom," Harry instead said. "Maybe something like the Knight Bus."
"Or what about a Portkey? Don't you and Harper use one to get back and forth from America? They are closer," Ron continued. "Or maybe Apparate? Maybe you're allowed to do it under 17 wherever they are from?"
"Wouldn't everyone coming be 17, since you can't enter the tournament unless your 17?" Dean added and Ron blushed.
"Besides, neither Portkeys or Apparting work inside Hogwarts grounds. Harper and I have to leave the grounds before we can activate our Portkey," Harry said, but was interrupted by a cry from their Headmaster.
"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches," Professor Dumbledore called out.
"Where?" Many students said, eagerly looking in all directions.
"There!" Yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.
Something larger, much larger than a broomstick – or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks – was hurtling across the deep blue sky towards the castle, growing larger all the time.
"It's a dragon!" Some first year yelled, losing her head completely; Harry had to roll his eyes. That was most definitely not a dragon.
"Don't be stupid… It's a flying house!" Dennis Creevey said back.
Harry, though, wasn't sure either guess was right and as the thing got closer, he had to give a smile as he noticed six, gigantic, winged horses were pulling a carriage the size of a house through the sly.
"Abraxans," Harry stated, trying to catch Harper reaction as the Gryffindor house and Slytherin house were separated by both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. He could not see his sister. He was smirking though, thinking about Abraham, the Abraxan that lived in the field near the Forbidden Forest. He would have some company.
Harry was more focused on the beast pulling the carriage as it landed; he didn't really pay attention to the carriage itself, not until a large woman, as big as Hagrid came out of it. Harry had long ago figured Hagrid must be half-giant and knew this woman had to be too. Professor Dumbledore started to clap and that was the signal for the rest of the student body and professors to clap as well.
"My dear Madame Maxime," Professor Dumbledore said to the obvious Headmistress of the France school. "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Ah, Professor Dumbly-door," Madame Maxime said, with a very heavy accent. Harry trying not to give a chuckle at the way she pronounced Dumbledore's name. "I 'ope I find you well?"
"In excellent form, I thank you," Professor Dumbledore said.
"My pupils," Madame Maxime stated, waving one of her hands carelessly behind her the students coming out of the carriage.
Harry looked at the them – there were about a dozen boys and a dozen girls, all appeared to be the correct age to enter the competition, so they had only brought students who could enter. It didn't surprise Harry, since like England, France only had one school so had to have a large student body. It must have been hard to figure out which of age students to take, let alone who could just come to view the tournament.
The students appeared cold, shivering and Harry couldn't blame them. France was warmer than the United Kingdon and Hogwarts was all the way up in Scotland, so it was even colder. Their uniforms appeared to be made of some blue silk and none of them were wearing warmer cloaks or jackets. Harry remembered back in First Year when the weather got colder and knew exactly how these students felt.
"'as Karkaroff arrived yet?" Madam Maxime asked.
"He should be here any moment," Professor Dumbledore said. "Would you like to wait here and greet him, or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"
"Warm up, I zink," Madam Maxime said, "But ze 'orses…?"
"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them," Professor Dumbledore said, and Harry himself had to hold himself back from volunteering. "At the moment he has a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other – er – charges..." Harry rolled his eyes, knowing that had to be the Shrewts. "But we do have some students here who have a lot of experience with Magical Creatures. They grew up with Newt Scamander." Harry smirked as it seemed Professor Dumbledore had read his mind. "I am sure they would love to take the horses back to where they will be staying."
"Good," Madam Maxime said.
"Potter, Evans…" Professor Dumbledore called out, and Harry could see the shock as his name was called by the headmistress and the students. "Step forward," Harry waved bye to his classmates and met up with Harper right near Professor Dumbledore, Harry seeing the eyes on him from the students of the visiting school. "Will you take the Abraxans around towards Hagrid's hut, make sure they are well cared for and have food and water?"
"Yes, Headmaster," the two said together.
"20 points for each for the help," Professor Dumbledore said as the two took a reign each and indicated for one of the large horses to follow them; the other four horses followed the lead – they seemed well trained.
And, as they rounded the corner, they just caught sight of a large ship mast coming out of the Great Lake and an audible gasp from the students by the castle.
"I hope Sasha wasn't in there," Harper said once they were out of ear range of the entire school.
"I'm sure she wasn't," Harry assured her, but was smiling at the horses they were leading.
"Seems the Headmaster trusts us with larger creatures now," Harper added, and Harry had to laugh; he had to admit these Abraxans were really good as they followed the two easily and didn't try to pull away. They were well-trained.
Once by Hagrid's hut they took off the equipment on the animals and got out some food.
"What do you think?" Harry asked his sister, glad to be by her now to chat. "Of the school, I mean?"
"Kind of stupid of them not to bring warmer clothes," Harper reasoned. "But besides that, we didn't see too much."
"Hey! What're you doing 'ere?" It was Hagrid coming up from the outskirts of the forest. "You should be over 'ere ter greet ter schools."
"Professor Dumbledore asked us to bring Beauxbatons' Abraxans around here," Harry said.
"Ah, I told him 'ow good yer two are with ter creatures. I think Newt 'as too. Yer know, 'e and Dumbledore are ol' friends," Hagrid said, giving one of the horses a pet and helping the two complete making sure the six horses would be alright while they were in for the feast. "Old Abraham will be 'appy. Bin so long since 'e has seen another of 'is kind."
"Maybe we should call for him," Harper said.
"Lovely idea," Hagrid said, and the group yelled out for Abraham. The large-winged horse came a moment later and the three could see even on the horse how happy he was. The six horses looked up as a seventh of their kind joined them, but made no move to attack and seemed to welcome the newcomer in. "Well, Durmstrang should 'ave arrived by now and ter feast is starting."
With that, the two walked with Hagrid towards the Great Hall and, once inside, went their separate ways. The Fab Four had agreed to sit with their own tables for this Feast as well, with encouragement from Professor McGongall. Harry saw the group from Beaucbatons were sitting at the Ravenclaw table; Hermione was nearby some of them but was with her own classmates. The students Harry assumed had to be from Durmstrang were at the Slytherin table, wearing red robes and thick fur coats which they looked a little over-heated in. Harper took a seat with Daphne and Tracey, not far from the group of foreign students.
Harry took a seat with Ron and Dean at the Gryffindor Table.
"You will never believe who is a Durmstrang student," Ron said instantly. "Viktor Krum!"
"I don't know who that is," Harry said, but was smirking as he looked at the table. The Hogwarts meals were always good – the House Elves had made sure of that, but the menu was very same-y all year. It seems today they were including other food from France and wherever Durmstrang was from; Harry was not proud to say he wasn't sure where that school was located. Harry started to grab some of the newer dishes, curious though about them.
"Of course, Harry doesn't know who Krum is," Dean said, laughing at the look on Ron's face to Harry's confusion. "He's a professional Quidditch player! Played at the World Cup and caught the Snitch. His team lost though."
"That's nearly a miracle," Harry said as he started to eat. The French food was interesting and very good. "You know it's like a 90 percent chance the team who Seeker catches the Snitch wins." There was a sigh as, even though Harry was playing in their club team, he still could rant about the sport in general.
"Excuse me," a French voice said from behind Harry, and he turned to see a beautiful woman standing next to him. Harry mind blanked for a moment, and he felt an increase in magic; a protection similar to how the protection to him when under the Imperius curse, but not as intense. Looking at the drooling faces of his male classmates, his mind automatically knew the girl in front of him had to be part Veela – a species who had an alure over men and some woman. "Are you really ze 'arry Potter."
"I am," Harry said with a nod.
"You do not look like…" the girl said and paused seeming unsure how to ask.
"I don't look how you expected," Harry guessed.
"Oui, yes," the girl said.
"Let me guess… green eyes, glasses, lightning bolt scar, British accent?" Harry listed off the things that everyone assumed he would look – and sound – like. The French student nodded. "It's color contacts for the eyes and sorry, but the scar was a myth. I never had it."
"And ze accent?" She asked.
"I was raised by my adopted parents, my mom's cousin, who are American. I live there," Harry said.
"Ah, zhat explains it. Thank you. We were all curious," the girl said.
"You asked me a personal question, mind if I ask you one?" Harry asked.
"Zhat is fair," she said back.
"Are you by any chance part-Veela?" Harry asked.
"Oui… yes, my grandmother was a Veela," she said, obviously surprised by the question. "'ow did you know?" Harry pointed at his friends who were still just staring and not able to get a word out. "Ah, zhat does 'appen. Surprise you are not…"
"Good self-control," Harry said, not wanting to give away his protection. Anyway, he was sure now that he knew he could defeat the alure of a part-Vela. "Anything else?"
"Are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?" The girl asked pointing at one of the dishes only Harry had touched.
"I seem to be the only one adventurous enough to try it and I can't eat it all so go for it," Harry said, and the girl smiled, taking the bowl. "Oh, what was your name?"
"Fleur Delacour," Fleur said.
"Nice to meet you, Fleur," Harry said.
"You too, 'arry Potter," Fleur said, giving a nod and walking away.
"Oh man Harry. That was awesome!" Ron said, seeming out of his funk as Fleur went back to the Ravenclaw table. "I just couldn't stop looking at her. I don't think I could have had a conversation with you."
"Focus your mind on something else and you should be able to get pass the Vela power," Harry said with a shrug, even though that isn't what he did.
There was some talk for a while, with Ron constantly gazing over the young man called Krum, while some students kept looking to Fleur.
"The moment has come," they were interrupted as Professor Dumbledore stood at the head table, smiling around at the sea of faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation," – there was a moment of polite applause as an elderly, tired, looking man gave a nod from the table – "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.'
The applause for Bagman, an overweight blond man who had the look of someone who was once athletic, was a lot louder than for Crouch. Harry had no idea who either man was, though. "Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Professor Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."
Everyone seemed on edge as the words 'champions' came out. "The casket, then, if you please. Mr. Filch." Dumbledore stated.
The caretaker of Hogwarts, who had been lurking, unnoticed, in a far corner, now approached Professor Dumbledore, carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old.
"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," Professor Dumbledore continued as Filch placed the chest carefully on the head table "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways… their magical prowess – their daring – their powers of deduction – and of course their ability to cope with danger."
The Great Hall was intensely silent and Harry himself was curious but not overly invested. To him, this tournament was something that belonged – and should have stayed – in the past.
"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Professor Dumbledore continued, "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."
Dumbledore tapped his wand three times on the casket and the tip slowly opened. Dumbledore reached in and took out a large, roughly hewn, wooden cup. It would have been unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue-white flames. Professor Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it so all could see it.
"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," Professor Dumbledore said. "Aspiring champions have 24 hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their school. The goblet will be placed in the Entrance Hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete. To ensure that no underage students yields to temptation I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of 17 will be able to cross."
"Finally," Professor Dumbledore continued, "I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."
"Seriously, a binding magical contract?" Harry said, not believing it; he had heard his father once talking to a client who had entered one and wanted to find a way out. Unfortunately, Tim had told him there was no way. So, not only was this competition insanely dangerous, if someone came to their senses and wanted out, there was no way.
"An Age Line!" Fred, however, said. "Well, that should be fooled by an Aging Potion, shouldn't it? And once your names in that goblet, you're laughing – it can't tell whether you're 17 or not."
"Think hard before you do that," Harry said to the two, doubting an aging potion would work against Professor Dumbledore's magic anyway. "Professor Dumbledore is not wrong. A binding magical contract is unbreakable and trying to break it has severe consequences. People debate which is worst to break: a binding magical contract or an unbreakable vow."
"Breaking an unbreakable vow means death," Ron said. "What could be worse than that?"
"Losing all your magic," Harry said back at that, remembering his father's client, and Ron seemed stunned, but Harry telling the group the downside to a magical contract didn't seem to back anyone down from wanting to enter, even those underaged, much to his chagrin.
-Harry Potter-
That night, Harry was dream-training with Godric, as ever. Harry stopped as he disarmed Godric in his dream.
"You are very well trained, young heir," Godric said, an obvious smirk on his face.
"I have good teachers," Harry said back.
"You do," Godric said, indicating for Harry to take a seat next to him. "What is on your mind?"
"A lot of things," Harry said. "How I am going to miss you when we are done with all these training sessions..." Harry would admit seeing Godric in his dreams was something he looked forward to; the Founder had become somewhat of a father figure to Harry as well. "The Slytherin task this year. We seem to be going very slow and I am worried about Harper."
"Slytherin is a difficult task," was all Godric would say. "But I do watch your sister a bit. She might not be my heiress, but she is to two friends of mine and she is my heir's sister as well. She can do it."
Harry gave a smile on Godric view of his sister but moved on. "This tournament. I can't stop a feeling of doom coming over me about it," Harry admitted now.
"Well, if you are having a feeling of doom, I think we should train more," Godric said, snapping his fingers and the surroundings changed. "Pick up your weapon, young heir," Harry gave a smile as he picked up his sword.
-Harry Potter-
Harper was experiencing a similar dream with Hogwarts, this time as Rowena Ravenclaw instead. The two going toe-to-toe and Harper ending up on her back.
"You will never defeat Harry like this," Hogwarts said, a sword pointed down at her.
"Who said I need to defeat him like this?" Harper said, taking a deep breath and pulling herself up, taking back her sword. "I just need to be able to hold my own."
"Your plan makes me curious," Hogwarts said. "What are you hoping to do against Harry?"
"Well, I can't just beat him flat out anyway. I need to be cunning," Harper said. "I will need to let him think he won until the last moment," Harper decided not to give her whole plan away. "But it will be a while before I can get any of this in play. Harry will take time."
"But you do need to move forward. Neville and Hermione…" Hogwarts said.
"Neville is all set. After the champions are selected and some of the excitement of that has worn off, I should be able to get it done," Harper said, and Hogwarts gave a nod. "Again."
"Again," Hogwarts nodded, as Harper got up and they went back to training.
Post Chapter Note: Well, as you could tell, part this chapter was a lot of rewriting JK, but that couldn't be avoided. Hope you like my minor changes and updates.
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