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Harry Potter Cousins

I don't write English well, but it will get better in future drafts. Plot: Harry James Potter watched the fire go out, almost effortlessly holding his cousin by the shoulders and not letting him rush into the burning house. He looked at the ashes and had no false hopes. I realized that my aunt and uncle were dead, and it was his fault for their deaths. Notes: One day I was sitting after vacation, thinking about continuing my unfinished work, when an IDEA popped into my head. Well, then, you know how it goes ... ** AHTUNG: This work is Balance! ** The work is written to mock canon and fanon, but at the same time to present favorite stamps of fanon and moments of canon in a new way. So there are a lot of them here, but I hope they will be interesting because of my idea of introducing a character who has almost never been written about. So, meet the friendship and fidelity of the brotherly bond between Harry Potter and Dudley Dursle! And may the Cousins turn the world upside down together! 10 power stones = 1 new chapter Publication on other resources: Check with author _____________________________________________ Hi all. It's time to tell you about this fanfic (project). This is an original Harry Potter fanfic, and it's being written in Russian. *** I initially didn't pay attention to the text in English, as everything was supposed to be normal. But after a certain chapter, I paid attention to the text. I noticed that for some unknown reason the text was not divided at all and was not edited at all, although everything was edited originally. I looked into the problem and found two reasons. The reasons were the translator and the webnovel website. The translator was cutting a lot of indentation between the texts. And the webnovel website was making the entire text joined together. After discovering this, I started fixing it as best I could. _____________________________ Looking for a beta

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Episode 10. Part 8

There are still 2 chapters left until the end of the fourth course, after its end I will take a break for 3 days.

Episode 10. Part 8

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- Wait, wait, so the clue was that I, in the middle of FEBRUARY, would have to spend an entire HOUR in the WATER to find my treasure that was taken from me by the lake people? - standing on a floating platform in the middle of the lake in a row with his competitors (who were in bathing clothes) "sincerely" perplexed and outraged Harold, addressing the judges and organizers. - And all this time I had to find a way to breathe underwater for an hour?

- That's right, Mister-" "To you, Mr. Bagman, I'm Lord Potter," the national hero coldly snapped at one of the organizers. - Do you have any idea how absurd that sounds? So the Triwizard Tournament is a contest of wits, not wizardry, as described? - The pied pipers giggled nervously, with the exception of Fleur and Kram, who were just freezing, because unlike Potter, they weren't wearing cashmere coats or winter robes. - However, that is not the point. Gentlemen, I would like to ask: do I have to swim in cold water to save my cousin, or can I use any way to get him out? - The judges and organizers looked at each other perplexedly. Bartemius Crouch, head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and one of the main organizers of the tournament, decided to answer: - To fulfill the magical contract with the cup you must do at least something to fulfill the purpose of the challenge. The contract does not require you to dive into the water.

- That's a very good thing," Harold smirked extremely contentedly, causing half of those who had the dubious pleasure of dealing with him to skewer. - Command the beginning, come on. My girlfriend and my friend are freezing, even though I warned them they were undressing early. - The organizers shrugged and gave the command. The cannon shot sounded, and Fleur and Crum, bereft of their sister and girlfriend, threw a glance at their rival and jumped into the water. Potter, looking at them, twitched in the cold, wrapping himself more tightly in his warm robe. It was very humid all around, so even the magically insulated thin cashmere wasn't saving him from the cold.

Harold took his time in the water, and this caused numerous whispers from spectators and fans. A faux-Gruim passing by the champion's platform whispered to the hero that Jabrosley (which Potter had in his pocket and which he could no doubt see with his magical eye through the cloth) should be shoved into his mouth, and then tried to push him into the water. Except that the national hero at that moment decided to step away from the edge of the wooden platform, and as a result, the ZOTI professor ended up in the water.

- How's the water, Professor, is it warm? - Harold looked at the false Grum with such a cold sneer that the Eater, who had been hiding with a reversible potion under the guise of retired auror Alastor Grum, turned pale, and not at all from the cold.

- Lord Potter, are you going to participate or not? - Madame Maxim inquired perplexedly.

- Actually, in case the champion must bathe in icy water to fulfill his contract, I brought Jabrosli," Potter took a plant borrowed from Snape from his pocket and showed it to the judges, immediately hiding it in his pocket, "in enough quantity to last for an hour or so. But since it's not necessary, I'm not going in the water. I'm a mage, not a grindylow. And magic is not spells or, as my favorite professor once said, "silly wand waving. - Sitting for the promised show on the bleachers built over the platforms, Severus Snape choked on the hot coffee he had brought with him and heated with his wand literally just now.

And the Boy Who's Clever Again sat quietly on the bench, on the same platform, closed his eyes and, feeling the familiar and familiar currents of magic in him, concentrated on a desperate wish: to save his brother. And the magic obeyed. Before Harold's inner eye appeared a blurry image of the main square in the mermaid village, where three treasures of the three champions were roped to their feet: Hermione, Cram's girlfriend, Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister, and Dudley, his favorite brother. Around them, the not-so-friendly mermaids were cruising, patrolling, with tridents in their hands ready for battle. They were wary, by the way, as if sensing someone else's magic. Potter wasn't worried about Hermione: Victor would tear anyone for her, and Fleur would be upset if he saved her treasure too. But there was no time to lose in thinking, especially since, for the first time, he felt his magic power fade fast...

A slight, wish-formed magical message and the rope that held Dudley to the bottom broke. The mermaids noticed it instantly and rushed toward their prey, probably thinking that the anchorage had failed. It was taking Harold's time, however. One more magical pulse, and the surfacing cousin got his acceleration, speeding up the pack of grindylows with his body so that in the next instant, like a cork from a bottle of shaken champagne, he was out of the water and hovering in midair. The spell that had put him to sleep the night before, that had allowed him to stay underwater without air for so long, was instantly undone. He opened his eyes and panicked when he saw, a few feet below him, a lake of open, icy water that he'd been terribly afraid of. Hanging in the air and waving his arms and legs desperately, he looked funny, but... - Don't move! You're interfering with my concentration," Harold growled across the lake. The water held the sound perfectly, and the mountains echoed it, seeming to cause either an avalanche or a rockfall. Somewhere on the stand, Neville twitched: he knew what it was like to hang like that.

Dudley finally realized that he was being held by his brother, and hung onto his cousin's magical power, which allowed Potter to get him to the platform in no time at all, drying him with his own magic and wrapping him in all sorts of rags to keep him warm. During his nearly twenty-four hours in the icy water, Dursle's skin had turned a blue hue and wrinkled. Dudley was shivering, but allowed himself to be infused with a double dose of the bodropper cold potion. None of the cousins were paying attention to the hype surrounding the incredible way to pass the test.

And in vain, because one elderly wizard literally turned white with anger: his plan to incapacitate and send an unprofitable hero to the path of darkness had failed because his brother had survived.

The cousins only cared about what was going on around them when red sparks erupted over the lake, and a few minutes later, one of the mermaids (with whom the tournament organizers had an arrangement) carried the wounded grindylow Fleur out of the water. Harold immediately snatched his girlfriend from the lake dweller's hands, glaring at him angrily but not ungratefully, and then wrapped her in the towels, blankets, and warm robes he and his friends had provided, also pouring in a dose of anti-cold potions. And as soon as the girl regained consciousness, she threw herself on the boy's neck and cried out, begging him to save her sister. Harold obediently closed his eyes to wrap up little Gabrielle in what turned out to be nearly ten more minutes of warmth. All three who returned from the water were shaking with fear or panic, and the girls were also crying, so Potter didn't care about the tournament again. Thankfully, and Victor, hugging Hermione, surfaced after about five minutes.

The judges posted their scores, but for the first time, neither the champions nor their treasures cared. They were just happy that everything ended well.

But Potter couldn't help but retaliate, and as he was leaving the champion's platform, he turned to the judges: "What else did I want to say? Gentlemen of the Jury, I don't know who invented this test. But I am sure that neither my brother, nor my girlfriend's sister, nor my friend would ever agree to become a treasure and dive into the water willingly. You could have used as treasure some thing necessary to pass the tournament. But you used living people, albeit under spells, submerged at the bottom of an icy lake in February. Would you say they were in no danger? - the hero suggested. - But have you thought of everything? Can you give me, us, a magical oath that you have thought of everything? Can you say that under the serum of truth? - Harold asked rhetorically, "burning holes" in the judges with a penetrating look. - This is, in fact, kidnapping. I, as it happens, will not file a report to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or the International Confederation of Mages. But I can't ignore this fact, either.

I hope you can swim," he chuckled coldly, before sweeping the floor beneath part of the judging platform. The jurors, tournament organizers, caretakers, and the rest of the people guilty of choosing the contest spilled into the water. Ice water. In February. And not all of them knew how to swim... Harold watched with a vengeful fire of satisfaction in his eyes as Dumbledore struggled to hold on to the water, almost going under. But Minister Fudge, Madame Maxim, Igor Karkaroff, and some of the professors whom he had not thrown into the water, looked at Potter with shock: no one expected this from him... With a sense of accomplishment in the company of champions and treasure, and Daphne, Theo, Blaise and Neville, who came down from the stands, Harold went to school. Halfway there, the company split up, with Krum going to see Hermie off to the hospital wing. Neville followed, just in case. The others went to escort the Frenchwomen to Charmbaton's carriage. Potter was growing pale before his eyes, just weakening inexplicably. He was the last to go, so his friends didn't immediately notice that he was lagging behind, slowly sinking into a snowdrift, and then passing out... Magic knew that her child's body was not yet ready to hold so much POWER through it, so, lest it do something stupid or hurt itself, she left him...

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- What do you say, Damien? - Madame Maxime asked in a stern voice the healer whom the Charmbatons' delegation had brought with them. They couldn't trust the English with the health of France's younger generation, could they?

- Magical exhaustion," the healer stated.

- After what Lord Potter showed us, it was hardly surprising.

- Madam, I insist that it would be best if Monsieur Potter were sent to the British physicians," the healer pursed his lips in displeasure at having to treat the Englishman. But as much as he insisted that the young man had no place in the carriage, the headmistress was adamant. - At least they know the medical picture of their hero...

- Damien, I cannot deny shelter and treatment to the man who saved my pupil! - The half giantess shrugged irritably, a threatening look on her face. The healer had been annoying her ever since a frantic Miss Delacour Senior had used levitation charms to drag her boyfriend to the infirmary, not without the help of his cousin. Of course, Damien gave first aid unquestioningly, along with Monsieur Dursle and the Delacour sisters, who were about to catch a cold, despite the booze infused into them. But Madame Maxime herself had to be ordered to continue assisting Lord Potter because their healer had a negative attitude toward the English. Of course, both Fleur and this Dudley, had to try to persuade her to let her cousins stay in the carriage, and only the story of Monsieur Dudley's own poisoning made her agree. Now, however, she herself found it appropriate, after her conversation with the Headmaster of Hogwarts, who insisted on giving him the cousins. She could no longer trust the children to this man, even if they were English.

- I didn't expect Dumbledore to hurt his students for ulterior purposes, but Potter's cousin confirmed his words under the truth serum, begging not to give his brother to their healer, whom he didn't trust. Besides, the Delacourt sisters are stressed out and won't let go of their hero. If my girls sleep better with him, if Potter recovers faster with us, he stays with us," she finished in an adamant tone, a look that said she wouldn't tolerate any more of this conversation.

- But the crowds of his friends..." Damien reminded her wistfully, making Madame wince. Charmbaton's carriage was indeed virtually under siege, for dozens of Potter's companions were sitting under the doors, demanding either to give them their champion, or permission to see him, or simply wanting to ask about his health. However, to reveal to all English children the secrets of French magic, which they, having been in the carriage, undoubtedly would have seen, the principal considered unacceptable. Therefore, she stubbornly held back the crowds.

- They will have to wait. I'm not going to let them in the carriage, Damien," Madame assured her subordinate and looked at her charges with a warm smile so uncharacteristic of her. Fleur was sleeping quietly on her pale boy's chest, curled up and smiling slightly in her sleep. Potter was no longer unconscious and was just asleep, having managed to put his arm around his girlfriend's waist without waking up. And next to them, on the next bunk, sat the Hogwarts champion's cousin, quietly telling Gabrielle English Muggle tales from memory...

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