Tooru Oikawa and the Triwizard Tournament

by Killthespares

The Triwizard tournament has come to Hogwarts! Plus, Noya and Tanaka try their hands at something new, the rest of the Crows suffer, a Quidditch rebellion is staged, and the Wizarding World awaits a champion. Meanwhile, some are still more worried about the Yule Ball. Through everything, Oikawa and Hinata are reminded of the worth of pride. Fourth story in series. Contains Slash.

9. From the Fire

The life of Keiji Akaashi was not a simple one.

It couldn't be.

His life was filled with visions and futures layering on top of each other. Images, words, even feelings. The things that would happen and could happen and could not be allowed to happen and even the things that would never happen (not anymore)….and perhaps, most terrifying of all, everything was threaded together with the invisible strings that fate had not granted a warning to, not even for its prophet.

If Akaashi had to liken it to anything, he thought of it as a maze-stretched out endlessly like a finely woven spider web-where not even Akaashi could see the full of it, just sometimes enough to get a shape before the walls shifted once again.

So, no, his life could not be simple. No matter how much he wished for it.

However, there was a comfort in the normalcy. The same maze that held him in also held him up. Predictions formed the ground under his feet, a steadiness of near inevitability that he had never realized how much he depended on, how much he needed, until it was lost to the darkness and chaos of a time turner and a pounding in his brain.

Seeing the future should never be a comforting thing. Akaashi knew that more than most.

He needed it anyway.

Which is why when Akaashi was sitting in the Great Hall only to be suddenly bombarded with images and feelings hitting him sideways like a flipbook flickering too fast to make sense of anything, he felt abruptly like he was going to be nauseous.

He closed his eyes tight, trying to stem the visions the best he could or at least to order them.

He couldn't. They were all different.

A thousand different paths with a single nexus.

"Hinata," he called out.

"Huh?" Hinata stopped in front of him, blinking down at Akaashi before shaking his head, almost like he was waking from a trance. "Oh, hey, Akaashi, what's up?"

The visions swayed back, allowing Akaashi to breathe.

"Is your headache back," Hinata asked, sitting on the other side of the table.

"...Not quite," Akaashi answered, blinking back at Hinata and trying to pick up what was changing, "just motion sickness, I suppose."

"Motion sickness?" Hinata tilted his head.

"Don't worry about it." Akaashi watched him. "It's fine now."

"Oh….okay." Hinata wasn't smiling, perhaps it was a small thing but in the light of the morning sun it felt jarring.

"Hinata...what are you thinking about," Akaashi asked.

Hinata didn't answer, not immediately, and the possibilities behind Akaashi's eyes flickered and smoldered with the sun in Hinata's hair.

"Do you believe in walls, Akaashi?"

Akaashi frowned. "What?"

Hinata grimace. "Sorry, I guess I asked that wrong. I mean….," he leaned in and, at once, Akaashi was caught in the burn behind Hinata's eyes. Hinata spoke slow, voice barely above a whisper, "you see the future, Akaashi. The future's supposed to….it's supposed to be about possibilities, about change, right? It's not supposed to be….," Hinata swallowed, "do you think there's some paths we can't make, futures we don't get to have….no matter what we do?"

"Yes," Akaashi said, blunt and immediate.

Hinata jerked his head back. "What?"

"Some futures we don't get to have," Akaashi repeated seriously. "No matter what we do."

Hinata stared at him and, as if in silent answer, the visions behind his brain hissed and cracked like a building inferno, moving fast.

"I don't believe that," Hinata said quietly.

Akaashi gave a small smile. "Hope doesn't change the future, Hinata. Not always."

Hinata shook his head firmly. "I'm not talking about hope."

"Then, what are you talking about?"

"Something more." Hinata scrubbed a hand through his hair. "I don't know yet, that's what I'm trying to find out."

The futures had boiled back down, simmering, even as Hinata was still holding himself too stiff, something wild held back with a too short match.

Akaashi held up his hands, not in agreement but neutrality, a refusal to rise to the fight. "Alright."

Hinata's eyes snapped back to him, fire raising and eyes burning to argue back and Akaashi could almost see it, could taste ash on the back of his tongue and see the explosion that was-

Hinata sighed like the exhale of rising smoke, the fire dying back down to embers swiftly contained.

And, then, he stood, smiling down at Akaashi. "Okay, I'm going to prove you wrong, though."

Akaashi was fairly sure he couldn't. Not about the future.

But, Hinata's smile was still familiar even as it was edged with something new.

"I look forward to seeing it," Akaashi agreed.

Hinata grinned. "I think I need to talk to Oikawa."

Akaashi's brow furrowed. "Try tomorrow after breakfast, the classroom left of the east stairway"

"Yeah?" Hinata cocked his head. "Why then?"

"Just trust me," Akaashi said even as that particular conversation blinked out like a dying light.

"Of course!" Hinata waved as he headed off.

Akaashi watched him go.

A new body sat quietly beside him.

Akaashi didn't bother looking over to know who it was. "Kuroo planning another study session?"

"I think he's waiting until after the champions are chosen," Kenma answered.

Akaashi nodded before hesitating. "What happened to Hinata?"

Kenma immediately looked up. "Something's wrong?"

"Not like that, nothing dangerous." Akaashi frowned, trying to catch any of the visions still burning up too fast. "He's changing."

Kenma trailed his line of sight before his lips pursed. "He's been worried about Quidditch lately."

Akaashi shook his head. "No. It's more than that."

ooooooo

If there was one lesson Yachi felt like she had truly learned in her three going on four years at Hogwarts, it's that it paid to be prepared.

….well, that and she probably should be at least a little wary about any and all Defense teachers.

….and that she really hated snakes-even more so, when they were giant and could kill with a single look.

…..alright, and also-

"Hitoka."

Kiyoko Shimizu-the smartest, kindest, and most beautiful girl in the entire school and, no, Yachi wasn't biased at all, thank you, these were facts-sat down at the library table across from her.

Shimizu's smile was tilted just a little in the way of fond teasing and Yachi kind of wanted to sigh or melt on the spot or possibly compose a sonnet even though she'd never been particularly good at poetry.

Yachi made a mental note to check into the possibility that her small, most likely hopeless, little crush had somehow gotten even worse over the summer.

"You were staring at that Quidditch book like you wanted to start a fight with it," Shimizu teased.

Yachi smiled, puffing out her cheeks for show. "I think I could take it!"

"As a library assistant, I believe I can let one book maiming slide if it's a fight for your honor," Shimizu offered.

Yachi fought off her blush with every fiber of her being as she closed the book gently. "I suppose I'll let it live another day."

"Very noble," Shimizu complimented.

"It's the Gryffindor way," Yachi said solemnly and her heart fluttered quickly as Shimizu giggled in return.

She'd made Kiyoko laugh and hadn't spontaneously combusted into a pile of nervous magic. This was officially one of Yachi's best afternoons.

Shimizu tapped the Quidditch book. "For your friends?"

"Yeah." Yachi nodded. "I think Hinata's still worried about not being good enough at playing on his own so I thought I could help." She pasted on a smile. "Not that he'll still be doing it on his own, of course. Kageyama and him are playing on the same team again."

"Are they?" Shimizu smile grew slightly. "That's good, then. I watched when they played against each other and it, well," she ducked her head down trying to find the words, "it's not like Hinata played badly. But, watching it, I guess….it's a bit hard to describe…"

"Yeah," Yachi finished, fighting against the uncomfortable feeling she herself had in her stomach at watching Hinata constantly stretch for the Quaffle and dive, only to be a little bit too short, a few hairs off.

It hurt, like a phantom pain even if Yachi wasn't the one up in the air.

It didn't quite make sense to put it into words; but….

"Hinata's the kind of person you want to root for," Shimizu said quietly. "Like you're winning a part of it for it for yourself, too, so when he's struggling…."

"It's awful." Yachi sighed. "That's why I'm happy he has Kageyama again."

Shimizu smiled. "I'll bet Hinata's relieved, too.

The light feeling in Yachi's chest suddenly chilled, thinking of the oddly focused look Hinata had worn all morning, like he was thinking of something else no matter how much they tried to distract him.

"He….he will be," she managed. "I think he's still just thrown off from the last time."

"Nothing wrong with wanting to improve," Shimizu suggested.

"No." Yachi tried to laugh and it was only a little stilted. "No, you're right and Hinata, well, I suppose he can always get a little bit intense about the things he thinks are important. I just…..," she traced her finger along the book, "I guess I'm still trying to figure out what makes this one of them. He's always loved Quidditch; but, once he found a way to improve with Kageyama again, I thought….I just thought it would be back to normal."

Shimizu's hand came to rest on hers and the warmth was a comfort for a fear Yachi was just now realizing she had.

"You really care about each other, don't you," Shimizu said gently

"They were my first friends," Yachi agreed. "And, they're my best friends now, too, of course; but, I think….," she paused, "I think part of me is always just going to be grateful that they found me and saw someone they wanted to stand beside before I even saw it myself."

"There's a lot about you worth standing for, Hitoka," Shimizu's eyes were soft. "I find more every time I see you."

Yachi did blush this time, she couldn't help it. "Thank you and….well, the person I am now I think I can believe that and I think a lot of the reason why is because they helped me see it." She sighed. "You know, I guess Hinata and I were Kageyama's first friends, also, so he probably gets it, too."

Yachi looked up.

"They stood by me when I needed them the most, they helped me stand, so now," she smiled, "I want to protect them, too. Whatever it takes."

Shimizu hummed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear even as her hand stayed warm over Yachi's. She smiled, shaking her head absently. "That's not how I thought you'd end that."

Yachi frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Nevermind, I suppose the sentiment's still the same, it's just the wording that caught me off." Shimizu's cheeks went just a little pink and Yachi watched transfixed. "You can ignore that, Hitoka, mine was just a silly thought. What you said was really lovely. I'm glad you have friends like that."

"What did you think I'd say," Yachi asked anyway.

"Well…," Shimizu looked down, "it's just with how you started, I thought you were going to finish 'help them stand' not 'protect.'"

Yachi stared, unsure what to say.

Shimizu waved the thought away. "Like I said, it was just an observation. I think, with this, it means the same thing anyway."

"...right," Yachi said, still thinking as the sun shone through the window to chase the shadows from the library.

ooooooo

The flame of the goblet lit a brilliant orange, eating away at the slip of paper, before finally burning back down to blue.

The sound of a single person clapping, loud and offbeat, echoed across the Hall still mostly empty between classes.

Ushijima gave a small nod of acknowledgement as Tendou continued to be outrageous, letting out a high whistle as Ushijima returned to his side.

"Ahhhh, and our hero has finally thrown his gauntlet down in the ring!" Tendou skipped lightly in front of him. "The crowd goes wild for the one, the only, Miracle Boy Wakatoshi-Champion of Durmstrang!"

"There is no champion yet," Ushijima corrected stoically. "Champions are chosen tonight."

Tendou snorted. "Don't be modest, it doesn't suit you. Everyone knows you're Durmstrang's favorite to be chosen."

Ushijima inclined his head. "Have you entered yet?"

"Hmmmm, this morning." Tendou cackled, tilting on the back of his heel and throwing out his arms in the way of his that always made him look a second away from falling. "Not that it matters! Monsters don't get chosen as champions, ToshiToshi!"

Ushijima frowned-weeeelllll, alright, Tendou supposed "frowned" was the wrong word, but his mouth twitched down and brow furrowed the way it always did when Tendou used his favorite moniker.

"It's not an insult, Wakatoshi." Tendou's grin widened enough to show his canines. "The world's full of monsters-quick monsters, strong monsters, smart monsters. I just happen to be a terrifying monster."

Ushijima gave him a look. "You're not terrifying."

Tendou tossed back his head and laughed, slinging an arm around his boyfriend and hanging off his shoulders. "Well, you would think that, wouldn't you, Toshi? That's why you're the hero of our story, right?" He hooked his chin off one side and spread his arm wide like a ringmaster. "The Miracle Boy, tamer of monsters and hero to all!"

Ushijima let out a small puff of breath in what would have been a laugh or maybe an eye roll on another person. Tendou's grin grew.

He rolled off of his perch, skipping back forward to walk backwards. "Poor little Goshiki, you know. He's a bit of a monster, too, isn't he? A baby one, I mean, all that fire to grow; but, still getting all torn up on his own claws." Tendou made wiping motions with his hands, turning his fingers in like talons. "Too young to even try at the tournament. Almost mean of Washijo to bring him along, don't you think?"

"It's a good learning experience," Ushijima defended. "The Headmaster's training him to be Durmstrang's next student representative. It's better that he starts learning to interact with other schools now rather than later."

Tendou's eyes grew sharp as they both stopped, leaning out over the bridge and eying the courtyards below. "Hmmmm, and that's yet another interesting riddle now, isn't it?" He tapped his chin. "Now, what do you suppose Washijo's thinking agreeing to the tournament after all these years refusing to even consider coming back here? Curious, very curious."

"Not curious," Ushijima disagreed.

"No?"

"He chose to come for the same reason I chose it." Ushijima swept his gaze over the grounds. "He wanted to see if enough had changed."

Tendou hopped up to sit on the bridge railing, propping his head on his hands as he watched Ushijima closely. "And has it?"

"No," Ushijima said simply, the fossilized seed that hung around his neck once again making its way to his hands, "not enough to warrant the cost."

Tendou's gaze softened. "I'm sorry, Wakatoshi."

Ushijima didn't answer, eyes scanning the grounds absently until they suddenly stopped, Tendou looked down to see what he'd caught on.

Both their eyes drew across the courtyard, eyes finding a figure with dark brown hair, moving his hands in wide gestures as he talked to a group of four other teens.

"Satori," Ushijima asked slowly, "if the world is full of monsters, then what kind of monster do you think Oikawa is?"

Tendou sniffed, turning his nose up in the air as he hopped down off the railing and hooked his arm through Ushijima's, leading them both away. "The kind that doesn't get thought about. And definitely not the kind that heroes should need worry about"

Ushijima hummed, neither agreeing or disagreeing.

"He's made his own choices, Toshi." Tendou bumped his shoulder against his, waiting for Ushijima to look back. "Trust me, this story's about the hero and the smart, wonderful, handsome, and, yes, the terrifying monster that guides his way." He waved his hand down at the courtyard. "The story doesn't get to be about him anymore."

"No?" Ushijima tilted his head.

"Nope! What kind of monster is Tooru Oikawa? He's not one." Tendou rolled his shoulders, making a show of thinking before finally he let his grin go wide. "He's just the spare."

ooooooo

"PLACE YOUR BETS!" Makki shouted. "LAST CALL! BETS FOR THE CHAMPIONS!"

"EVENT OF THE CENTURY! DON'T MISS YOUR CHANCE TO BECOME THE REAL WINNER!" Matsu added. "TRIPLE OR NOTHING IF YOU BET ALL THREE!"

No one was quite sure where or how Makki and Matsu had gotten a scoreboard for odds….or actually the odds in the first place; but, the two resident pranksters were nonetheless very successfully working the Great Hall as students from the three great schools slowly made their way into their seat.

"Do you ever get the feeling those two only stick around at Hogwarts for a willing pool of victims," Kuroo asked.

"Every day of my entire life," Oikawa said flatly before considering. "Every other day, the odd days I think they're here to torture me specifically."

"Conceited," Suga teased.

"I'm worth it." Oikawa blew him a kiss.

Iwaizumi still had his eyes on the goblet, clenching sweaty palms as he rolled his shoulders.

"Wondering if it's too late to change your mind," Oikawa asked.

Iwaizumi gave him a look. "It's not terrible to want to be chosen, you know?"

"Weeeeeelllllll….."

"Oikawa," Iwaizumi said in exasperation.

"Fine, fine." Oikawa's smile was small and almost shy. "If it helps you're my favorite. For the champion, I mean."

"Hey," Bokuto protested as Kuroo gave a fake pout. Suga elbowed them.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi ignored them all.

Iwaizumi smiled back. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm, against my better judgement," Oikawa rolled out, "since you don't want to make things easy."

Iwaizumi snorted. "Yeah, I'm the one that makes things difficult."

Oikawa fluttered his lashes guilelessly. "I have no idea what you're implying, Iwa-chan." He smiled. "I'm very easy, you know."

Iwaizumi huffed, fond in disbelief. "Sure, you-"

"STUDENTS!" Deputy Headmaster Takeda's voice rang over the Hall. "TO YOUR SEATS!"

The group shifted.

"Good luck," Suga said sincerely, looking at Kuroo, Bokuto, and Iwaizumi.

Oikawa gave them two thumbs up. "Make good choices!"

Kuroo swiped at his head, which Oikawa dodged merrily while dragging Suga off to the Slytherin table.

Makki and Matsu joined them a second later, counting up their earnings.

"Who's in the lead," Oikawa asked.

"Hmm," Makki paused in counting, "Ushijima for Durmstrang-by a lot, actually."

"Ugh," Oikawa said in absolute disgust. "No accounting for taste then."

Makki didn't bother acknowledging it. "That Sakusa guy's still the Beauxbatons favorite, but Shinsuke Kita and Aran Ojiro are pretty high in the running."

"What about Hogwarts," Suga questioned.

"No clear leader," Matsu admitted, grinning at Oikawa. "You still got a few votes, by the way."

"I didn't even enter," Oikawa complained. "You two know I didn't enter!"

"Yeah, well, we didn't exactly tell them that. Bad for business." Makki rolled his eyes. "Surprisingly, few takers for the Matsu-Makki's name gambit, though."

"Imagine," Suga said dryly.

Matsu grinned at him. "Still don't want to change your bet, Suga?"

"I'll be fine." Suga smiled sharply.

"There's love and then there's business, Sugawara." Makki waved the chart around. "Not too late!"

"I'm keeping my seven galleons on Daichi," Suga assured.

Matsu stuck his tongue out. "No fun."

"What's Iwa-chan's odds," Oikawa asked curiously.

"One in ten," Makki replied. "Our boy's not doing too bad, all things considered."

Oikawa propped his head on his hand. "Of course, he's not."

"Did you mean it," Suga glanced over at him. "You really want him to be champion? Any of them, actually."

"'Want' is a strong word." Oikawa fiddled absently with his cuff before he sighed wistfully, "but, unfortunately-despite all our better influence-Iwa-chan is still annoyingly Gryffindor, they're stupidly chivalrous like that. He's always been."

"Has he?" Suga bumped his shoulder.

Oikawa glanced back at the Gryffindor table, Iwaizumi grinning bashfully even as he was squeezed in between Kamasaki and Asahi.

Oikawa smiled softly. "A bad habit, no doubt."

When he turned back to the table, Suga was watching him with a small frown.

"What," Oikawa asked, schooling his expression back to nonchalance.

Suga shook his head. "Nevermind."

Oikawa almost pressed further before sparks broke out along the Hall-the sky on the ceiling erupting into fireworks.

There were "oohs" from a few students, a scattering of applause echoing around the schools.

"Meh." Matsu was unimpressed. "Ours last year was better."

Suga snorted. "If you consider more potential property damage better."

"Which I don't see why we wouldn't," Makki answered.

"STUDENTS!" Headmaster Ukai's voice broke out among the applause and everyone turned raptly back to the front, eyes drawn immediately to the goblet.

The Headmaster rolled his eyes. "You all can relax. We still have a few more minutes, if I had to guess, before the old cup does much of anything." The Hall slumped back into their seats. "With that, I'll take that time to remind you of a few rules."

Ukai brought out a piece of rolled parchment and a few of the older students groaned. The Headmaster gave them a single look and they immediately straightened in their seats.

"First," Ukai began, "a champion may only expect help from his fellow schoolmates. No help should be expected or asked for from any member of the staff." His look was heavy on the Hall. "Upon discussion of the staff from all schools, it has been decided that any solicitation of help from adult wizards will result in an immediate forfeit of points from either the previous event or the coming."

Makki let out a low whistle. "Looks like they're really cracking down on cheating this time."

Oikawa frowned. "It's cheating, wouldn't they already?"

Matsu snickered. "Nah, in the old days, it was apparently tradition."

"Second, any intentional harm between champions outside events will also result in an immediate forfeit of points," Ukai continued.

Makki suppressed a yawn.

"And, third and final," Ukai rolled up the parchment, "once a champion is chosen by the Goblet, there will be no second guessing, no replacements, no bowing out, nothing." He eyed the Hall carefully. "Once a name comes out of that Goblet, even Merlin himself could not stop it."

"I really think we underestimate the sense of drama our dear Headmaster can work up when he's really feeling it," Matsu whispered to Makki.

Makki nodded eagerly. "Very true, poor Headmaster Ukai really lost his calling for theatre. I'm sure he'd have been very happy."

"Another tragedy of the war." Matsu mimed wiping away a tear.

"Will you two shut up," hissed Daishou from further down the table.

"Shh!" Makki admonished, holding a finger to his lips. "We're trying to listen!"

Daishou looked a second away from strangling him.

At the front, Headmaster Ukai had continued onward to the schedule for the tasks, a quick wave of his wand revealing a finely wrought glass chalice that sat elegantly at the middle of the table.

"-the winner, in addition to what the Ministry has reminded me is untold fame and glory," Headmaster Ukai continued by route, a new parchment laid out in front of him, "will be awarded the Triwizard Cup, made by the much esteemed goblin metal workers, to stand in their school until another champion is chosen."

"How's that different from the Goblet," Oikawa whispered to Suga, completely ignoring how Daishou's glare had swapped to them, Nakashima trying to calm him down from next to him.

Suga smiled. "The Cup's just a trophy. The schools got it a few centuries ago after a few too many generations of students kept trying to steal the actual Goblet as a prank. Apparently 'priceless magical artifacts dating back to Merlin' didn't need to be kept laying around."

Oikawa snorted. "So, the Cup's just for show, then?"

"Isn't everything?" Suga winked.

Oikawa grinned just as everyone ducked back as the Goblet began flickering, bright red sparks dancing out across the room.

"Well, looks like this old thing has finally made up its mind." Headmaster Ukai held up his wand and the entire Hall blinked out into darkness, the only source of light left was the burning Goblet-slowly shifting into a golden red.

The other headmasters joined Headmaster Ukai up front

Headmaster Hibarida smiled out at them. "Once chosen, if the champions could continue to the front and onto the adjoining the chamber, your headmasters will explain further details for the first task there."

He'd barely finished speaking before a towering jet of red flame shot out of the goblet, causing several professors to duck back. A piece of parchment, charred around the edges, fluttered down in its wake and the Hall as a whole held its breath as Headmaster Washijo caught it out of the air.

He glanced briefly down at the parchment.

"Our Champion for Durmstrang," Washijo paused, "Wakatoshi Ushijima."

The Durmstrang table erupted into loud applause, cheers echoing out among the Hall as the teenager himself walked to the front of the Hall-bowing briefly at the assembled professors before continuing off to the side chamber.

Oikawa stuck his tongue out. "Fantastic."

"Maybe he'll be too busy to bother you now," Suga comforted.

"Please, you think you're annoyed," Matsu grumbled, exchanging a wince with Makki, "nothing worse for a betting pool then when the front runner actually does win."

"You two deserve it!" Daishou scowled from down the table.

Makki fluttered his lashes at him, blowing him a kiss, which only made Daishou glare harder until Nakashima pulled him back. A little further down, Atsumu Miya let out a snicker, immediately drawing Daishou's ire. "Got something to say, Miya?"

"Who me?" Atsumu smiled innocently.

Nakashima pushed his way in between them. "I swear! For five bloody minutes, could everyone just-"

The goblet let out another burst of flame and Nakashima sighed in relief. "Oh, thank Merlin."

Headmaster Hibarida grabbed the next parchment easily, grin still wide on his face.

"For our Beauxbatons' Champion," he looked at the paper before blinking, smile flickering only briefly before it was back full force, "Korai Hoshiumi."

Oikawa tilted his head. "Who?"

Across the Hall, murmurs of surprise broke out before staggeringly light applause that gradually grew louder. At the front of it all, a short teen with shocking white hair beamed out at all them, practically skipping as he made it to the front of the Hall, nodding at them all before continuing off.

Matsu and Makki high fived.

"Score, a dark horse." Matsu turned down to his list. "Think he only had, what, one bet? Two?"

"Three," Makki corrected. "Fantas-"

A sudden burst of flame cut them off.

"Already," Makki complained but he was quickly ignored by the attention the entire Hall seemed to have as the last parchment of paper fluttered down, trailing through the air like a piece of ash.

Headmaster Ukai caught it.

Suga and Oikawa looked at each other.

"Here's to hoping," Suga suggested, smiling.

Oikawa smiled back. "Hoping for what exactly?"

Suga laughed. "A good year."

Headmaster Ukai looked down at the parchment and the Hall held its breath as one.

"And our final champion, the Hogwarts Champion is…."

Headmaster Ukai gaze scanned across the room.

"Tooru Oikawa."

Everyone froze.

"Wait, who," Makki blurted, wacking the side of his ears. "Did he just-"

"What?" Daishou demanded.

Matsu's eyes had gone wide. "Oh, Merlin…"

"Oikawa," Suga's voice was hesitant, "it's...it's…."

Oikawa heard it, he just didn't believe it.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Oikawa said flatly.

ooooooo

A/N: Because sometimes it really is just a Triwizard Tournament :) Next chapter is where the real fun starts...Because Oikawa is definitely not going to take this as well as Harry did. With that, oh my gosh, next chapter is so looooooong so just warning ya'll now. Until next time and as always, you guys rock!

Next Chapter: The Champions
Post Date: Aug. 22-23