A.N/Hello all! So a few disclaimers before I start this fic. Firstly I've reworked a few dates like Harry's birth so he should be the same age as the other triwizard champions. So in this he'll be born in James and Lilly's seventh year. All other birthdays are the same and the OCs I introduce will be born in Harry's canon birth year. Everything else will remain the same except that the triwizard tournament is the first time Voldemort made any schemes and is reborn...reanimated...brought back? Whatever, so there was no traps for the stone, no basilisk in second year, no Pettigrew in third, you get the point. So we'll start in canon fourth year but Harry is 17 and carry on from there. Also I own nothing in the Harry Potter or wizarding world fandom that all goes to J.K.R. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One- How's This Possible
"And now the moment you have all been waiting for, the selection of the champions!" Dumbledores announcement grabbed Roses attention. She watched as the legendary goblet of fire was carried to the front of the great hall.
"Who do you think is going to be selected Rosy?" Her cousin Neville asked from the opposite side of the table. They weren't really cousins but family is more than just blood and after uncle Frank was killed during the end of the war her aunt Alice brought Neville over everyday while she was at work.
"I honestly have no idea. If I had to guess I'd say Krum will be picked for Durmstrang. I doubt they let any other student even attempt to put their name in. As for Beauxbatons and Hogwarts I couldn't say." She looked over to her cousin. "Any guesses?"
Neville shook his head. "No. The Weasley twins are taking bets though and Cedric Diggory seems to be the favorite bet at the moment." Rose blushed at the mention of the handsome boy. "Still not over that little crush huh?" Neville always did like teasing her over her crush.
"Oh just like you and a certain hufflepuff right? I seem to remember a time when you couldn't even be in the same room as her. Who was it a miss Hannah Abbott?" The boy really was smitten with her, he couldn't even talk around her, he'd just stammer out words.
"Would you two shut up. I can't hear the headmaster." Ron Weasley butted into their conversation as he craned his neck to get a better view of the cup and stuffed another biscuit in his mouth.
"SHHH! All three of you shut up, professor Dumbledore is about to announce the first champion." Hermione, who had finally had enough of them turned around and whispered.
The group put their attention back on the head master as he finished his speech and prepared to announce the first champion.
"And now for the first champion!" The hall erupted in great applause as Dumbledore made the long awaited announcement.
With a wave of his hands the headmaster dimmed the fires lighting up the hall. The goblet flashed with a flash of dazzling red and black flames that danced over its rim. The beautiful flames shot high up into the air but when they receded a small piece of paper was left fluttering down.
Dumbledore extended his arm to catch the small piece of paper. The crowd watched with anticipation as it landed in his hand and he slowly brought his hand back down.
"He's always been one for theatrics hasn't he?" Rose joked with her friends as they giggled.
Dumbledore unfolded the paper and scanned the hall, seemingly making eye contact with each of its inhabitants. "The first champion is...VICTOR KRUM!"
The Durmstrang students exploded in cheers along with the Hogwarts students. Those from Beauxbatons were more reserved opting for more polite clapping than the rowdy cheering of their peers.
As Krum was making his way up to the headmaster Rose watched as he was stopped occasionally as congratulations were thrown his way. "Like I said, I doubt any other students were even allowed to put their name in." The others didn't acknowledge her as they watched Krum shake the headmaster's hand.
"Yes yes we must all congratulate young mister Krum in this astounding time. We must wish him luck in this tournament and we must wish him the best in life thereafter." The headmaster turned back to Krum and whispered something in his ear . The crowd watched as Krum left the great hall through the back room where the champions are gathering.
"It is now time for the goblet to pick the second champion." As Dumbledore said this the goblet flashed again but this time the flames the flames became a beautiful light blue with silver streaks. And just like last time the flames rose high nearly touching the ceiling. Leaving a small piece of paper in the air when they receded. The headmaster caught this one as well.
"The champion for Beauxbatons is...Fleur Delacour!" The cheers this time were much more reserved. The students from Beauxbatons again opting for a polite clapping. The Durmstrang students not really caring at this point were much of the same and the Hogwarts students were much more excited for their own championship to be called next.
It was easy to see why the french girl was chosen. Or at least it was for Rose. The girl was strikingly beautiful, her long platinum blonde hair put in a perfect braid, her curvy figure drew eyes as she walked down the aisle but Rose saw through all this. The girl held power behind her that she kept hidden. Rose felt this power on the few times she talked to the older girl. She would do well in the tournament, Rose was sure of it.
The great hall was buzzing with excitement as Dumbledore gave a few words of luck to Fleur and ushered her into the same room as Krum. "Now it's time for the third and final champion."
The cup spouted a pillar of flames that split into four animals, each one took shape of the Hogwarts houses, a brilliant red lion, a stout golden badger, a flighty bronze raven and a great green serpent. The four flaming creatures danced around the hall before combining into one exploding into a shower of red, gold, bronze and green sparks. Dumbledore grabbed the paper as it fluttered down and unfolded it."The Hogwarts champion is...Cedric Diggory!"
The Hufflepuff table had never been so boisterous before as they screamed and shouted for the fact that one of their own being selected. At the griffyndor table the Weasley twins were celebrating as they won a large sum of gold from their betting pool.
"Well that settles it." Ron sat back down at the table ignoring the headmaster as he gave his good luck speech to Cedric. "So now that the champions are picked, who do you think will win?"
"Krum seems the most likely. He's an international quidditch star and a fair dueler from what I've heard. What about you Hermione?" Neville questioned the bookish girl.
"Well I for one doubt quidditch will be a competition so his skill on a broom will do him little good. His dueling skills will no doubt come in handy if he's as good as you claim." She looked at each of her friends. "But you're forgetting that Diggory is one of the top students in his class. He's smart and brave an-"
"And he's also average in power." Rose cut in to the conversation. "These competitions are going to be more than just about smarts or skills. It'll be about who can outperform and out last the others. Diggory can't keep up with the other two. Personally my gallion's on the french girl."
"Where's your school pride at Rose? I can't believe this." Ron was shocked by the girl's dismissal of the Hogwarts champion.
"Guys look the cup, it's lighting back up." Neville was pointing at the cup as it lit up in violet and green flames. Green flames that were the same color as a certain curse that haunted her dreams for years. Dreams of when she was little, dreams of her older brother Harry jumping in front of the killing curse for her.
Everyone watched as the flames went from a low smolder to a wild blast of fire. These flames didn't dance putting on a show for the students. They didn't feel comforting with warmth and magic. No, these flames were ice cold and promised nothing but pain and death. With baited breath the hall watched as the flames spat out a piece of paper. This one was not folded neatly as the rest were, this one was crumpled up haphazardly and tossed to the ground.
Dumbledore walked towards the paper hall slowly. As he grabbed it he felt the lingering affects of the magic in the fire. As he unraveled the paper he saw a name that shouldn't be possible.
Everyone in the great hall watched as Dumbledore read the paper and his eyes swelled with tears. "H-H-Harry Potter." He'd barely managed a whisper, taking a deep breath he tried to compose himself. "Harry Potter." This time louder.
Not a sound was heard when the name was read. Everyone knew the name Harry Potter. The Boy Who Died they called him. The boy who ended the war at just three years old by destroying the dark lord. Whatever magic was done that night destroyed both bodies and left no magic trace to study. The only thing left of either was the dark lords wand and young Harry's glasses. The only survivor that night was young Rose, left with a small cut on her cheek.
Four people stood at the professors table behind the headmaster once the name was heard. Three of them were fighting tears of their own but one was furious. The defense against the dark arts teacher, one Lord Sirius Black marched around the table and stood in front of everyone.
"WHO DARES ENTER MY DEAD GODSONS NAME INTO THIS TOURNAMENT!" Everyone knew the new lord Black. A legend in the wizarding world for his power and skill with a wand. When the war ended thirteen years ago Sirius Black went on a rage after learning of his godsons death. He single handily brought in or killed over one hundred death eaters the month following the end of the war. "WHEN I FIND OUT WHO DID THIS THERE'LL BE A BLOOD FEUD!"
Gasps followed at the angry lord's statement. Blood feuds were unheard of in this time, but here the Lord Black was threatening the first one in over 200 years. "Sirius please calm down." Dumbledore put his hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm sure nobody meant any harm, this is just a prank that wasn't thought out." Dumbledore wiped the tears from his eyes. "We all miss the boy very much. But violence isn't the answer, it would sully the sacrifice the boy made by resorting to the very thing he died to end."
Sirus's shoulders sagged, the Dumbledore was right after all. Not to mention how his outburst would affect Lily or little Rosy. "I'm sorry everyone I just lost my composure there for a second." He could see Rosy being comforted by her friends so he turned to check on Lily.
The muggle studies teacher had her hands in her face obviously crying. Luckily Severus was there to help try to calm her down. "I'll send a patronus for James headmaster. The DMLE should be aware of this regardless of the fact that the heads dead son was the fourth name to come out of the goblet."
Ludo Bagman decided this was the perfect time to remind everyone of the champions waiting for them. "If we're quite done we still have to brief the three champions about the events involving the tournament."
"Is that seriously what you're worried about right now?" The Black lord marched over to Ludo. "Not the fact that a dead boys name just shot out of that goblet."
"The tournament happens regardless of whose name comes out of the goblet Black. We might as well go on with it and figure it out later." Ludo left the hall to join the champions.
"You know headmaster." Barty Crouch rose from the table. "There is a way we can find out who put the name in the gob-"
The doors of the great hall blew open and the head of the DMLE marched into the hall. The magic was rolling off the man so thick you could taste it in the air, streaks of magic lighting crackled off his back. "WHEN I FIND OUT WHO'S DONE THIS, THERE'LL BE A BLOOD FEUD!"
Sirius ran to his friend and grabbed him by the shoulders. "James calm down." He gave James a light slap across the face. "Calm down, I've already threatened a blood feud already I've got it covered. You have to threaten something else we both can't go the blood feud route."
James chucked as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Well mom was a Black so maybe I can join your feud by claiming I'm half." He wrapped Sirius in a hug. "How's Rose and Lily?"
"They're both fine, Rosy has her friends and Severus is keeping Lily calm. We need to figure this out somehow."
"Well before I was so rudely interrupted I was about to say there is a way we can figure all this out." Crouch walked up to the pair. "The goblet is a very powerful artifact, it can tell who puts their name in just by magical signature. If someone enters the name of another person that person is still obligated to compete. However I believe that since the person entered is deceased the contract transfers to whoever put the paper in."
"So you're saying that we can find out just like that." Sirius was bewildered. "Why the fuck didn't you say anything sooner?"
Crouch shrugged his shoulders. "All this has been good entertainment."
"Here here!" A few shouts from the slytherin table shouted.
"What are they still doing here anyway. Bugger off the lot of you, prefects make sure they get to bed." Sirius shooed the students away. "Wait wait, Rosy your and your friends stay. The rest of you shoo."
"Now Barty, why don't you lead us through this since you seem to know what to do." Dumbledore gestures to the cup.
"The cup has several security measures to help with situations like this." Barty walked over and drew his wand waving it around the cup. Runes various languages appeared in the air. "This one here is the rune responsible for transporting either the person written on the paper. It will open a portal and pull that person in. Since that person is deceased I believe the contract transfers to whomever put the paper in. So all it takes is a touch of my wand and..." Crouch touched the rune with his wand. Nothing happened. Crouch looked confused and turned back to the group.
"We'll nice going crouch, way to get everyone's hopes-"
BANG!
The goblet exploded as a giant fire ball shot from its rim. The violet and green ball burst and spread over the gathered people and fell around them. The flames of the goblet smoldered out and dark smoke poured out covering the floor. Everyone watching watched as the smoke rose into what looked like a doorframe. They gasped as two orbs peered out from that doorway. One violet like pure amethyst, the other, a sickly green the same green that broke their family all those years ago. In the middle of those orbs were pure black pupils. Whatever was standing on that smoky doorway made eye contact with each person in the room. Poor Neville couldn't take it anymore and fainted when the thing looked at him. The poor boy didn't even get a cushioning charm set on the floor as nobody wanted to risk taking their eyes off whatever or whoever this was.
"Well well well." The group jumped as the smooth low voice came from the smoke. "What an assembly made for little ole me. I must say Rosy you've grown since I last saw you, all those years ago." The voice was unnerving, predatory like how one would imagine a lion talks to a lamb right before it pounces.
Dumbledore pulled out his wand getting ready to address their guest but was beat to the punch by the Lady Potter. "Don't you dare talk to my daughter! Now tell me, why did you enter my dead son's name into the goblet you bastard."
The thing in the smoke laughed. Though it wasn't a joyful laugh like you get from a good joke. No, it was sarcastic. "I didn't enter your son's name Lady Potter."
Barty took a step forward. "Impossible. The only people that can be summoned by the goblet are the person entered and the person who entered said person. Since the person entered is deceased that means you had to have been the one who entered the name.
"Oh you are so close to the answer Crouch. It's right in front of you ready for you to grasp. You just have to take it." The person, yes it has to be a person smiled. Sharp white teeth filled its mouth.
Hermoine pulled in Roses sleeve. "Rose think about it. Take what Mr Crouch said and what this person said. If Mr Crouch is right and this person really didn't enter your brothers name, then there's only one possibility about who this is."
"Don't be ridiculous my dear." Dumbledore looked at Hermione. "Young Harry died, there's no way he could've survived that night."
Another laugh came from the smoke. "The muggleborn seems to have come to a conclusion that none of you are prepared to accept. Allow me to ease your minds on this matter." Everyone stared as a silhouette formed in the smoke. Breathes were held as two hands grasped either side of the smoky doorframe. Slowly the figure crossed and the door of smoke fell the moment he was fully through. Standing before them was a man that was at least six and a half feet tall. His messy black hair just reached his shoulders, his green and violet eyes seemed to pierce your very soul. Three scars ran down his face over his left eye like claw marks just missing his violet eye and his ear stopping at his jaw. He wore very nice cloths but not overly so. A gold necklace hung from his neck, a trinket hung at the bottom in the shape of a bears paw. He had to have been some kind of warrior because the man was very well built. Not huge and bulging but sleek and powerful like a large cat. On his back there was a large sword, the pommel had the same symbol as his necklace carved into it.
The man gave them a low bow. "Greetings, my name is Harry Ignotus Prowler. Lord of the most ancient and royal house of Prowler, king of the great forest of Avolon. You may know me better by my previous name Harry Potter. Now if you would be so kind I have one question for you all." He looked over the group with a scowl. "Why the fuck have you summoned me here."
A.N/ Well I think that's a good enough place to stop. I want to apologize now because clearly I'm not a writer. I'm not very good with filler or conversations but I'm sure I'll get better, maybe. We'll just have to see. Anyway to any and all who read this thank you for taking the time out of your day for this. If you liked it please follow it as I'll be trying to update weekly. If you didn't like it I'm sorry maybe I can make it up to you by recommending some better fics with better writers. Please leave a review if you'd like, good or bad they'll do nothing but help me get better at this whole writing thing.
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