18

"Good morning, all," Harry said. The women had dragged themselves out of their rooms. Harry looked like he had already showered and was ready for school.

"How can you be so peppy, Harry" Hermione asked.

"I got up and ran in the RoR. Then ran in my wolf form. Starting Monday, we will do it as a group three days a week. We need to stay in shape after all." Harry said. This caused grumbling among the women.

"Okay, so what do we need to discuss this morning?" Daphne asked.

"One, I was looking at the marauder's map last night at the feast. Moody is not Moody; he is someone called Barnabas Crouch. Since the ministry fool, Barnabas Crouch was sitting next to McGonagall, we need to know who the imposter is. How can he take Moody's form so well that it fooled Dumbledore?"

"The only one I can think of is Polyjuice," Hermione said. "But the school wards would have alerted the headmaster. If he is still here today; the headmaster either didn't look or didn't care."

"Moody and Dumbledore go way back; there is no way he will not find out; soon. If he lets the charade go on; longer than a month; we will know the headmaster is complicit." Susan added.

"So, how do we reverse it, during dinner?" Harry asked. "Or some place and time that is packed with witnesses. Preferably our school's visitors. Ministry officials if we can add them."

"I will invite Andi here tonight. She will be able to tell us." Narcissa said.

"How goes the tournament research?"

"I have the final map of the hedge maze that will be the third task. Or, what it will be at the beginning of the task. It will change during the run; I gave Luna the manifest of all the monsters they will be using." Narcissa said. "I also have a list of the spell traps with the counterspells and passwords."

"You have all the books with these monsters, tabbed correct, Luna?" Harry asked. Luna nodded vigorously.

"My list includes all the monsters that Dumbledore will substitute into the maze for the specific task of killing you. The other champions are acceptable losses to him." Luna said. "I am unhappy, he didn't include any wrackspurts."

That received a chuckle.

"Other than recruiting Fleur; I think we have a free year. Croaker didn't have any targets for us during the winter holiday so far. So, ladies, do you have anything?" Harry asked.

"Harry. Please tell me what's wrong, what's been troubling you for so long. I would bet you were up so early to go running due to nightmares. Is it nightmares of what we did in the summer?" Luna asked.

Harry did not answer. "Please, Harry, I want you to be happy. I'll do anything to help you. Just please, tell me why you're hurting so much." Hermione pleaded. The other girls all seemed to agree with Hermione.

"I have not had issues with what I have done to the death eaters. No, the nightmares are from before my mom took me in."

"Do you think if we slept with you? Ah." Hermione started to ask. She turned pink.

"You mean just cuddling like sleep?" Susan asked.

"Yes, Harry. Though; with this apartment, we can slowly progress our relationships beyond just cuddling but at each's comfortable pace." Hermione replied. "Being in your bed should not be the only reason we do anything. It should not put pressure on you, Harry, or the girl or girls you are just sleeping with."

"We can try it tonight," Harry said while he blushed. "No progression until at least next week. Let us get settled in. Now let's go get our new timetables." Susan was blushing at this.

{S}

Narcissa was pleased. "Thank you for coming Andi"

"I am glad to join you for dinner, Cissa."

"I would like to introduce you, this is, Harry Potter; heir to the house Black, Daphne Greengrass, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and Susan Bones; all betrothed in a fashion to him," Narcissa said.

"I am glad to meet with all of you. Now what is it that you need of me?" Andromeda Tonks asked.

Harry laughed. "I see the reputation of the House Black is well placed. Hermione will give you all the detail. In a nutshell; we need a plan that will bring pain to enemies of House Black."

"Miss Tonks, is there a way to cancel Polyjuice potion?" Hermione asked.

"What sort of cancellation would you like to see?"

"That a person under the Polyjuice potion turns back into their normal self. Preferably, in a quick way during dinner." Hermione elaborated. "The person casts spells to detect potions and the like."

"Would that person regularly drink from a flask? Hmm, that would make sense. Polyjuice lasts about an hour. So, during meals, he would at least have to drink from his flask."

All of the girls looked in shock. Harry however just laughed. "So, what is the verdict, Andromeda?" Harry asked.

"Andi, please. The best plan would be to just substitute the keyed Polyjuice with a Polyjuice that is unkeyed. That would cause the change you want. So, it will take just over a month. Though getting the ingredients…"

"Use Hedwig to order whatever you need. I will pay for it; I don't care about the cost." Harry stated.

"Then the only other item we need is an identical-sized flask. That is it for the components. We need a plan on how to do the switch." Daphne said.

"Well, what sort of plan do my three favorite snakes have to do this once we have the flask of Polyjuice?" Harry said.

Daphne, Andromeda, and Narcissa start saying half phrases. Then Daphne turned to Harry.

"To do this right, we will need all of you."

"Okay, Daphne, the plan?" Harry asked.

"Cissa, I need you to send a ministry owl to Harry. The fake Moody will no doubt focus his magical eye on the ministry letter. So, make the letter you send, very juicy. Something that the Dark Lord would punish the person for not relaying. You will also have to notify the Aurors to come to Hogwarts."

"Susan, you will be carrying the flask I provide you. You will also need to have a legitimate reason to go up to the staff table to talk with Professor Sprout."

"Now the last three things that need to be done, can be done by Luna, Hermione, or I. Someone needs to cast and keep a specific glamor charm on the flask. To Mage's sight; it needs to look like a contraceptive potion. That requires focus and concentration.

One of us needs to cast the spell to transfer the Polyjuice. The last person will be under Harry's cloak, cast the disarming charm followed by a stunner once he turns."

Harry rose from the couch and kissed Daphne on the cheek. "A great plan my beautiful snake." Then turned to Narcissa and repeated the kiss. "My milf snake."

"Now, Andi, we also need veritaserum. After you get it made, we will get answers before we expose the bastard. Of course, the ministry cannot know about either potion creation or possession."

"Oh, Lord Potter?

What do you have planned for that?" Andromeda asked.

"Simple. I will stay late after the last DADA class of the day. I will distract him. Susan will open the door to poke her head in to hurry me up. Daphne under my cloak, will slip in and stun him and me. Then bind him, force the veritaserum into him. She will of course interrogate him. Then obliviate him. Renevate us. Susan will of course take that instance to come back into the room asking what is taking us so long. She will open the door to show me out. Daphne will use that to escape." Harry dictated. "Because we will both have the after-effect of being stunned; he will of course be concerned. The fact that I will also show stun effects will make him wonder what is going on. But I could not be involved. If Daph tampers with the clocks, during class… After all, stunned for no reason?"

"We're going to turn him ultra-paranoid," said Hermione.

"Good," said Daphne quite firmly. "It'll keep him occupied."

"Well then Lord Potter, I will make sure you have the potions you need as soon as possible.

It sounds like you will use them well." Andromeda said. "I know how much fluid Moody's flasks hold; I will provide you with a flask of the same volume."

He then turned to Andromeda. "You also have my thanks, Andi."

"Oh, master, I did some research. Barty Crouch had a son; Barty Crouch Junior. He was a death eater. He supposedly died in Azkaban. Want to bet that is why we see two Crouchs on the map?" Cissa added.

"Harry, I think of a way to make the plans even better. When we unmask the fuckwad; we will have the minister at the meal. Not too close, but sitting at the head table. That way we will have Aurors on site. Knowing how stupid Fudge is; he will demand Crouch Junior instantly be dementor kissed. Azkaban escapees do kiss sight law. So, he will die before he can give any information to Dumbledick." Narcissa said. Harry smiled and then gave her another kiss.

{l}

"Evening my brilliant snake." Harry teased.

"Oh, hush, you. Move over I am joining you tonight." Daphne said with a husky voice.

Harry saw she was in a small silk nighty. He agreed to let her in. When Harry lifted the covers, Daphne saw that Harry only had boxers and a t-shirt on.

"Hmm, you will get hot like that," Daphne said as she slid his boxers down his legs before joining the boy.

Daphne spooned with Harry for a few minutes before she rolled over so she was face to face with Harry. She then leaned in to do a chaste kiss. She watched Harry's eyes pop open when her hand cupped his balls. Harry groaned, and she moved her hand from his balls to his shaft. She started to move it slowly up and down, feeling the skin moving over the hard shaft. She wanked him for about ten strokes, before stopping. Daphne then scooted down the bed.

She leaned in close to him, her breasts dragging along his thighs as she breathed warm air over his stiff cock and watched it twitch in response. Harry moaned. She drooled a string of saliva from her mouth so it landed on the ridge of its helmet, and then used her finger to swirl it around and over the swollen head. Harry groaned, and she next ran her nails over his ball sac before running her tongue ever so lightly from the base to the tip. When it twitched away from his body, she took him into her mouth, sucking him hungrily between her lips. Daphne was excited when this drew a gasp from Harry. Daphne groaned around her lover's cock.

Harry cried out, hips thrusting, pushing his cock at his lover's mouth as he started to lose control. Daphne didn't let up. She suckled the head of his dick while her hand grasped the base, and pumped until it pulsed within her grip, and she felt him flood her mouth with his hot cum. She swallowed eagerly, sucking down every last drop.

Harry threw his head back. Daphne cast a quick cleaning spell on her mouth. She crawled up from the bed and gave Harry a passionate kiss. Then she had Harry's spoon with her as she fell asleep.

{S}

"We have some amusing news. Harry" Hermione said.

"Mione, hush, you just don't blurt out such stuff. I am sorry Harry; one of these days I will get her trained right." Daphne said with a scowl at Hermione.

"Well, what did my smartest pets find out." Harry said with a laught.

"Dumbledore is going to a kinky brotherl in Knockturn. He is bringing Polyjuice and preserved hairs from Gellert and Ariana." Daphne said.

"What a sick…" Harry started. "I don't want to know."

"Probably not. But is does give you some options. I mean if you ever get sick ideas, I could steal some of Arian's hair, or Dana's or my mom's." Hermione teased.

"Sorry, Mione, I don't have enough pure blood in me for that." Harry replied.

"It wouldn't be incest though my lord." Daphne teased. Harry turned a little grean at that. "Sorry love, had to tease you to get you over how sick our headmaster really is."

"Enough! If this gives me nightmares your asses will pay. Now, we keep that information under wraps until we can use it effectively against the old bastard." Harry commaned.

{S}

"May I talk with you, Cissa?"

"Of course, my lord."

"We are in private; you can call me Harry."

"Yes, Harry, how may I serve you?"

"I was surprised how much better I sleep with a girl in my bed."

"The snogging isn't a factor?"

Harry blushed. "That does make it better. But with the two of the girls avoiding me this week, I need another nighttime companion.

Would you be willing? This is not an order. Just a request."

"My, my, Harry. That would be acceptable. So would the snogging" She teased. "Harry, understand, I have talked to your ladies. We have an agreement that I cannot do more than they have. But we can do whatever they have. That is if you want to, I do, just FYI."

"Okay, that is a relief. I would rather face a basilisk than have all of the girls pissed off at me. A group of pissed-off witches is far too dangerous. As far as what we do. I am comfortable, no, I am looking forward to spending alone time with you."

"Wise man. You are a very wise man. I do have to ask; do you know why the girls are avoiding you?"

"Trying to tease me again, Cissa. Yes, I do know. But I was told that such things are not spoken about, or to by a wizard."

{S}

The students from Durmstrang and Beauxbâtons had arrived. Harry was looking forward to seeing Fleur.

"Excuse moi, are you finished with ze bouillabaisse? Ze platter by me was empty."

"Sure, feel free," Harry moved to grab the plate indicated and pass it over. As Harry turned to hand the plate to the girl his eyes widened and his face broke into a grin. "Oh, hey, Fleur! I didn't see you arrive!"

The Veela blinked several times before laughing happily. "Arry, 'Ermione, eet is a pleasure to zee you! So, you are zis house?"

"You think?" Harry asked with a laugh, pointing out his blue and bronze robe.

"You get a pass," Hermione said while glaring at Harry. "Would you like to sit with us?"

"You do not mind?" Fleur asked cocking her head.

"It would be our pleasure to sit near you, mademoiselle," he said with a polite bow. "Most of our team is in Ravenclaw. Daphne wears the green and silver and sits with Slytherin. Susan wears yellow and black for Hufflepuff. The only house we don't have represented is Gryffindor. The house of sheep in the guise of lions."

Fleur laughed and was quickly joined in by Hermione and Luna. Almost like a switch was thrown, the conversation at the table began again with vigor.

Harry looked at the goblet of fire. It had been set up with only an age line to protect it. Knowing what Luna had said, Harry wondered what would go wrong. He hoped that he had identified all the threats.

Thinking about it; if Cissa was right, it would be Barty putting him into the tournament. Daphne bet it would be Dumbledore. Susan had bet Ludo.

That left a problem. If it was Junior, then it would be a plot from Tom. If it was Dumblefuck trying to kill him; then it was his fucking greater good? Ludo would do it to cover his gambling debts. The worry, what if it was someone else? For some other reason.

{S}

The disguised Barty Crouch junior approached the goblet. It was in the dead of the night. He cast the spell to reveal any human souls. There were no living things around, not even the castle's house elves were in the great hall. Once he was convinced that he was alone in the Hall, Barty moved forward and dropped his parchment into the Goblet. He laughed at the age line. It would not stop him at all.

The parchment had been a corner torn off of one of Potter's old assignments. One condfundus charm later. It was done. He slowly crept from the hall. He had to tell his lord that the plan would be going forward.

Dumbledore listened to the report from the ghost that hid in the great hall. Dumbledore had groaned thinking he'd have to go and take matters into his own hands. Then Alastor Moody; hem; Barty Crouch junior had stepped up to the plate.

The young man had been good, Dumbledore could give him that. A simple check of the Castle wards had shown the list of adults on the grounds and revealed Barty's ploy. Barty had proven his worth for Dumbledore to turn a blind eye. The death eater had taken care of the little problem for him. He sealed Harry's coffin.

He smiled, just because Harry needed to die, Dumbledore didn't have to dirty his own hands. After all, it was for the greater good.

He didn't care that Ludo also threw a name into the goblet. It wouldn't matter if Harry Potter came out more than one time.

{S}

"Here is the galleon I owe you Harry." Luna said.

"Why am I getting this?" Harry responded.

"You know when that evil Puff boy chased me to the lake?" Luna asked. "The one that has harassed many muggle puffs."

"Yes, one we agreed should have an oops? The one where your friendship with the giant squid paid off. You told me the squid made that bastard into a Tentai model. Not even killing him until after the squid's tentacles met each other." Harry responded.

"Yes, that was it. Well, I bet you that a female would survive the same thing." Luna responded. "Well, she didn't. She died before the tentacles touched."

"Okay Luna. What are you not telling me?" Harry asked.

"The female was his female friend. She had done as bad or worse to the female muggleborn puffs." Luna said a bit bashfully.

"Well, we did not discuss your target, since she was the other half of that pair; I will not punish you for the oops. People like that are a waste of good oxygen. Now what else do I need to know?" Harry asked.

"Someone has charmed the squid. It is a lot more vicious now. She could have lasted until the three tentacles would have met if it would have been normal. It did let me know about its orders. During the next task; it will stay between village and the docks. Waiting to go after you. Only you. Do you think we will have pudding for dessert tonight?" Luna said airily.

"Well then you can keep your galleon and have an extra helping of pudding tonight." Harry responded thinking about the second task. He was just glad he could understand how Luna could shift topics two or three times within the same breath."

"What Luna?" The other three girls finally processed what she had said. Susan was the only one that blushed. The other two were just pissed that Harry was at additional risk and weirded out that Luna had a horribly way to kill even without understanding the details.

{l}

Harry was so nervous he could not sleep. Tomorrow according to Luna, he would be bound into a death match. Was he good enough to even survive? He left his room to go to the apartment's common space.

Harry noticed that Narcissa was sitting on the couch reading.

"My lord, why are you awake?" She asked. "Too excited, master?"

"Cissa!" Harry wined.

"Harry, I have to tease you. It is part of my job." She pats the couch right next to her. "What is stressing you?"

Harry groaned but did as she wanted. "The tournament, am I good enough to survive?"

"I will be honest. By yourself, you would probably get seriously hurt or killed. Since you are not alone, you may get hurt but it will be minor." Narcissa said as she pushed the boy flat and pulled down his pajama pants.

His erection bobbed near her face as she sat on the couch. Pulling his foreskin back all the way, she plunged his cock into her warm mouth while her fingers played with her balls.

"Ow! Ah!" Harry shivered as the tip of her tongue coated the mushroom head of his length with saliva.

"Oh, God!" Harry moaned.

Harry felt Cissa's tongue encircling his crown as she licked and suck his cock head. Harry was mesmerized by the sight of his length in Narcissa's mouth; her luscious lips closed in around the engorged purple head.

She took Harry's cock out of her mouth and said, "See! That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He smiled and nodded.

"Ready for more?" she asked with a naughty smile.

Harry nodded and braced himself. She plunged his cock deeper this time, he felt the tip of his cock being choked by her throat.

Soon, he was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Harry edged closer to orgasm. Narcissa took his cock out of her mouth and inspected it. She was savoring the taste. Harry squirmed for release after the sweet torture. She held the base of his cock and fondled his balls. Her mouth moved faster on his cock, taking in more of his shaft. Harry clenched his fingers and tried to think of anything to prolong his time in her mouth. But he lost the battle.

"Oh! Oh, Merlin!" Harry groaned as he shot his load down Narcissa's throat. His cock throbbed in her mouth as jets and jets of cum spurted out. He saw stars. She swallowed all of his creamy offerings and stayed with him throughout his ejaculation. It finally slowed to a dribble. She sucked his crown to squeeze out the last drop. She finally released him from her mouth. "Ooh! That was a mouthful."

{S}

"Attention, please. Attention please," Dumbledore called officiously as he stood up with arms outstretched. Immediate silence fell upon the crowd. Smiling Dumbledore waved his wand and the Goblet of Fire floated into place on its stand directly in front of him. He needed this to go as planned. He had to be surprised when Harry's name came out of the cup.

"The Champion selection should begin momentarily."

"The Goblet is ready to deliver the name of our first Champion." Dumbledore moved forward and caught a small folded piece of paper as the flames dropped back down into the cup. "The Champion from Durmstrang is… Victor Krum!"

The Hall broke into applause as Krum nodded his determination and stepped forward. Krum was waved towards a side door near the back of the Hall and Dumbledore waved for the crowd to quiet down.

The Goblet started flaring up again and when Dumbledore pulled his hand back, he was clutching another slip of parchment. "The Champion for Beauxbâtons is… Fleur Delacour!"

The applause from the Beauxbâtons was not nearly as enthusiastic as Krum had received though the students from Hogwarts and Durmstrang were pleased with the Veela girl's selection. Fleur smiled widely as she walked to the door Krum had entered.

The Goblet flared again. "The Champion for Hogwarts is… Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore started clapping with the rest of the school for a moment. Cedric made his way toward the back room.

"Congratulations Champions!" Dumbledore yelled.

Harry looked over to Luna inquiringly. Luna looked back and mimed a countdown with her fingers. Luna got to zero. "Now, we will -" Dumbledore cut off as the Goblet flared again. Harry groaned.

Dumbledore drew the paper back from the Goblet as the flames died completely. "Harry Potter." All sounds in the Hall died. "Harry Potter!" Harry sighed.

"Mister Potter, your name has come out of the Goblet of Fire, henceforth you are now a champion," Dumbledore explained. "Please join the others outside"

"What I want to know is why I have to compete in your tournament. I do not wish to compete. I care nothing for the sum or fame of this blood sport."

"Mister Potter, your name coming out of the Goblet of Fire institutes a binding magical contract," Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly voice.

The Goblet flared yet again. "The Champion for Mahoutokoro is… Harry Potter!" Dumbledore started clapping again, though from the looks he was getting…

Harry narrowed his eyes. "A slight problem with that. For starters, I did not put my name in the Goblet of Fire; I didn't do it twice; and I don't go to Mahoutokoro."

"Your name did come out, my boy," Dumbledore said in a patronizing tone.

Harry shook his head in annoyance and said, "Then, I'll prove it." He drew his wand and held it to his throat. "Sonorous"

Then he held the wand straight up in his hand. "I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic and my very life I did not submit my name to the Goblet of Fire. Nor did I ask, or in any other way actively encourage another, to submit my name to the Goblet of Fire. I did not want to compete in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. So, mote it be. Lumos" His wand lit up. "Any asshole that doesn't trust that oath, see me on the dueling ground. Quietous."

"Enough," Dumbledore roared. "This is my school, and there will be no dueling in here. Harry, go to the room with the other champions." He was pissed. The boy had effectively stopped any doubt about his participation in the event. Now, there would be questions about his double entries. There was no way now that anyone would not think the tournament entry was rigged.

{S}

As he walked in, he slammed the door behind himself.

"Harry?" asked Cedric coming forward. "What's going on?"

Harry looked up and saw Diggory first, standing near the middle of the room, and turned slightly towards him. Standing over in the corner was Victor Krum, brooding. Fleur Delacour had her arms wrapped around herself as she was standing near the fire.

"Do zey want us back in zere?" asked Delacour. She wondered why Harry looked so irate, something wasn't right.

"No," he snarled. "Some asshole caused my name to be entered in the Goblet, and for the Goblet to spit it out. Twice even. I'm a fourth and albeit reluctant participant. I even swore a magical oath to that effect."

Diggory looked about to say something when the door opened again. In came Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch Senior, Dumbledore, Madame Maxime, Karkaroff, Snape, and McGonagall.

Bagman was happy that Harry was a competitor; while Crouch looked like he was sucking on a particularly sour lemon. Then in walked a grinning Faux-Moody, right on time.

Karkaroff was ranting about how it was unfair for Hogwarts to have two champions as Dumbledore walked over and tried to push Harry against the wall with a hand on his shoulder. Harry, grabbed his arm and slammed him into the wall. Harry drew his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore's chest when he turned around.

"Never!" he snarled. "Never, lay hands on me again, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore reeled back a shock and pain. Professor McGonagall gasped and exclaimed, "Mister Potter!"

"Don't 'Mister Potter' me, Professor," Harry glared back. "It is perfectly legal for me to defend myself from a physical attack. After all, if I am in the tournament, I have sovereign immunity. The next person to try such a stunt dies by my hand."

"Well," Madam Maxime huffed haughtily, changing the subject. "If 'Ogwarts is allowed two champions then I must…"

"I am no Hogwarts champion!" barked Harry. "As I said out there, I may have to compete in this ridiculous farce of gladiatorial combat, but I will not be considered anyone's champion. Cedric is Hogwarts's champion, not me. After all the idiot headmaster did not announce I was in any school on the first entry, and a school; Mahoutokoro, which I do not attend, on the second."

"You are a Hogwarts student, Mister Potter," exclaimed Professor McGonagall.

"That is not what is said on the parchment locking me into this orchestrated suicide," Harry stated. "Can we discuss how two people put my name in that damn artifact?"

Seeing no one answering. "So, judges, do I have to compete in this farce." Harry was concerned; he knew how the headmaster could end this; also; he hoped the others did not notice his slips.

Harry turned to Madame Maxime. "I take it you agree I have to compete?"

Reluctantly, after a short hesitation, she nodded back.

Turning to Bagman, Harry asked, "What about you, do I have to compete? This Tournament is supposed to be only for of-age wizards and witches."

"Yes, Mister Potter, you do," replied Bagman, a little shaken by the rage Harry was using in his voice. Would this alter the boy's odds?

Turning to the taciturn ex-Head of the DMLE, Harry asked, "And you, Mister Crouch?"

"Yes, Mister Potter. Despite Dumbledore's assurances that no underage person can compete, the rules state that if the goblet spits out a person's name, they must compete."

Finally, turning to Dumbledore, Harry asked, "And what about you, worthless old goat? Do I have to compete?"

With a gleeful expression, Dumbledore said, "Yes, Harry, my boy, you do."

Harry grunted. "Can I see that piece of parchment, Headmaster?" With a frown, Dumbledore handed the slip of paper to him.

"Well, this is my handwriting. But there is no school listed on either of them. So again, you all agree that I have to compete despite it doesn't have a school."

"Then, be it on your heads," snarled Harry. He turned back to Bagman and demanded, "Since I'm now bound by a magical contract not of my choosing to participate in this nonsense, I expect a copy of the actual contract and rules of this shit show to be handed to me no later than tomorrow morning before the conclusion of breakfast. Make damned sure I get it. My solicitors will want to go over it." And, with that, he stormed out of the room.

{S}

The next morning, his entire team rose, and dressed for quick change from school robes to common robes, and made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. They all looked pissed. The girls were pissed, they were scared that despite everything Harry would get hurt.

They'd no sooner sat down when Professor McGonagall hurried down from the head table and handed Harry a sheaf of documents. "I believe you requested a copy of the contract for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Mister Potter?"

"I did, professor" replied Harry, accepting it. "Thank you."

Minerva looked like she was going to say more, but eventually turned and headed back to the teacher's table.

Hedwig flew in to drop a few letters with Harry. He looked at them and laughed. Harry quickly made copies of the tournament rules. Finishing a letter, he shrunk down a copy of the rules and sent it to his solicitor. Hermione doubled check the pages she knew had the required information.

"Here it is," said Hermione, as her finger slid slowly through a couple of paragraphs. "It states the three tasks are mandatory, but nothing else. We can proceed as we planned, just remember to be careful love. We don't want you hurt or killed."

"So, the Yule ball and party," Harry smirked.

Hermione nodded, "The only iffy thing is the wonderful weighing of the wands."

Hermione said trying to change the subject. She had wanted to be a girl for one night in a lovely gown, dancing with the boy she loved. Harry was laughing, "Well, to save the trouble, will you Hermione, Luna, Susan, and Daphne; allow your humble servant to take you to the ball."

The girls agreed. Then Hermione looked at Fleur, "Sorry, Fleur."

"Zat is okay. I vill find a date. I did volunteer for zee tournament, unlike Harry." Fleur replied. She had picked up a few things she needed to let her father know. Harry and his fiancés were not surprised that Harry had been chosen. The group had some plans to fuck with the tournament. Last, other than some worry about Harry, they seemed to be relaxed; they knew more about the tournament than they should.

"Well, it is time," Harry said as he noticed all his girls were done with breakfast. They shrank the contracts and put them in their robes. As one they stood up and headed for Flitwick's office. He had permitted them to use his floo.

Fleur was astounded. Harry had already arranged the use of the floo before his name came out of the Goblet. It was proof he knew he would be chosen. Even to a blind witch, the tournament was rigged. How bad was this for her? What else did Harry know before he should?

Little did Harry know, that was the last friendly talk with another champion.

{S}

The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon when they walked through the doors of Gringotts. Getting escorted to Hooksnarl's office and exchanging greetings.

"So, what is your purpose here?" Hooksnarl asked while drumming his fingers.

"The Ministry just forced me to enter the Tri-Wizard Competition. They've declared that only 'of age' magicals can compete. The Minister's representative said I had to compete. My magical guardian happened to be right beside him and also said I had to participate." Harry said.

"None of them decided to declare me ineligible which according to the rules they could. They explicitly said I had to compete. So can I take my lordships, now?"

"May I have your memory to prove it, Mister Potter?"

Harry pulled a viol from his robe and put a memory in it.

Hooksnarl blinked. He stared at Harry, down at the vial, back at Harry. "Truly?"

Harry nodded and grinned. "Yup.

Hooksnarl laughed. It was not a pleasant laugh. His client was something else. He would have to alert his king to this new situation.

He took the memory vial in one hand. "One moment. I will show this to our internal solicitors and return shortly."

They only had to wait for about five minutes before Hooksnarl came back in roaring with laughter and tears streaming down his eyes.

"Here are the forms. The judges are either willfully ignorant or stupid. Are you going to claim your rings?"

"No," Harry replied with a knowing smirk.

"No?" Hooksnarl asked with shock.

"Daphne has a better plan," Harry smirked. "She found a way to increase our hoard. On the day I claim my rings. We demand a fee from the Weasleys so we don't go after them for line theft. Dumbledore will pay more galleons just to keep that accusation quiet."

"Speaking of that, Dumbledore signed you into another betrothal contract; with you and Lavender Brown," Hooksnarl said.

"Fuck" Several of the girls said in unison.

"You can only get out of it if either she dies or she is barren," Hooksnarl said.

"Her bride price?" Hermione asked looking thoughtfully, she hated the girl. This would be a chance to have Luna kill her.

"Fifty thousand galleons, I think Dumbledore is trying to bankrupt House Potter," Hooksnarl said, watching the boy.

"I say that again. Fuck." Harry said.

"My lord, there is a curse in the Black library that would make a lady barren. If it was used on the bint then she was obliviated, it would be another point against Dumbledore when the time is right." Narcissa said with a devilish smile.

"It would be illegal to do that to the bint as you call her. It would be illegal to order you to use that curse on her." Harry returned her smile. He noticed that Hermione was beaming at Narcissa.

"Hooksnarl, on the day Harry takes his rings; expect to take back the Brown's bride price." Narcissa said.

{S}

The team returned to a cold castle. They were in a great mood despite having to leave six corpses on the ground. They wondered why they seem to be lepers. Then they saw why. It turned out that the Prophet had been delivered.

{N}

Harry Potter, The Boy Who Cheated?

Both in skills and in love Harry Potter is not as innocent as he appears. It has long been known that the young Boy-Who-Lived is skillful. What has only recently come to light is that he used his skills to cheat his way as the 4th champion in the tri-wizard tournament. According to the ministry representative, there is no reason for Harry's name to come out of the Goblet of Fire except by cheating. Why the judges allowed him to be in the tournament has yet to be disclosed.

"We have one more stop before we go back to Hogwarts." Harry had an evil grin. The girls looked warily at Harry.

"I have a reward for Cissa. She has more than earned it." Harry laughed.

"At 09:00 I have a duel with the head of the Carrow and Parkinson families. Croaker set it up." Harry said with some amusement.

"They will be cheating. They will have four other death eaters with them that will be hidden to cut me down."

"Oops, I slightly misspoke. The duel is Cissa and I. Seems the rumors were spread accusing children from those families set up Draco Malfoy." Harry looked at the older Black. He then turned to the girls. "Can you four, take down the hidden death eaters?"

The girls nodded. "So Cissa, you think you can team up with me and punish those two? Punish them hard enough that, as muggles say, they will have a close casket funeral?"

"No, Harry, I will gladly team up with you to kill those two. I want it to be so gruesome they will not even have a funeral." Cissa responded with a gleam in her eye.

Harry laughed. "Ladies, will the undertakers need two or more coffins?"

"Three" Hermione said.

"Four" Luna said airily.

"Five, I am not letting anyone hurt you," Daphne said firmly.

Susan looked sad. "They are going to try to kill you, Harry?'

"Yes, their orders are to use the killing curse," Harry answered her with a look of understanding.

"I agree with Daphne, I cannot let my future husband get killed." Susan finally said. "Six"

"Now, since I am emancipated. We have decisions we need to have solved today." Harry told them with a wink.

"I am the head of an ancient house, Potter, and a very ancient, Peverell. I am heir of another, house Black. I also have the title of Malfoy if needed. Who wants what position?" Harry asked. He has a bet with Croaker about Narcissa; part of him hoped he was wrong. Knowing she was out for revenge; he more than likely was going to owe Croaker ten galleons.

"If I may, I would like to be Mrs. Potter," Hermione said.

"I will be a consort, house Peverell," Luna said.

"I will be consort to house, Black," Daphne said.

"I will be the consort of house, Potter," Susan said.

"If possible, my lord, despite we are distant cousins, I would like to be Mrs. Black," Narcissa asked.

"Incestuous there, Cissa." Harry laughed at the older woman. Damn, he owed Croaker ten galleons. Where was the knife though?

"So, Fleur will be Mrs. Peverell." Hermione pointed out.

"So, unless I am forced to keep Malfoy alive by the Wizengamot, I don't need it, anymore. They have a year to make that decision." Harry groaned.

"Bugger, after I become official; we may have to deal with marriage agreements. Narcissa will take care of that to the amount she can. We will need to discourage future contracts. I need to remind you ladies, no visible harm, no killing." Harry said though the look the ladies were giving him scared him. The looks they had showed they were more than a little territorial.

"I would rather have them dead," Narcissa said.

Harry smirked. "Well, depending on who, we will just have to arrange that; won't we?" Not minding at all.

{S}

Today was the weighing of the wands. An integral tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Harry had decided to show up. He was sure his normal wand wouldn't be weighed. He had bathed all his permanent wands in a mixture of his blood and basilisk venom; plus for today, he added a basilisk-poisoned needle to his holly wand.

He showed up last. Everyone was in there already. Cedric and Fleur acknowledge him but everyone else seemed to ignore the fact he was there.

He noticed that Rita Skeeter was taking notes. Then Dumbledore came in and introduced Ollivander to the assembled witches and wizards.

"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" said Mister Ollivander, stepping into the space in the middle of the room. Fleur swept over to Mister Ollivander and handed him her wand. Harry noticed two things, the cold shoulder Fleur was giving him and Ollivander wasn't using gloves like he was supposed to. He wondered what happened with Fleur. Probably Dumbledore.

"Hmmm…" he said. He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted some pink and gold sparks. Then he held it close to his eyes and examined it carefully.

"Yes," he said quietly, "two hundred forty two milimeter… inflexible… rosewood… and containing… dear me…"

"An 'air from ze 'ead of a Veela," said Fleur. "One of my grandmuzzer's."

"Yes," said Mister Ollivander, "yes, I've never used Veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands… however, to each his own, and if this suits you…"

Harry had to grin at that. 'Temperamental'. Veela are more than temperamental. Mister Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently checking for scratches or bumps; then he muttered, "Ignis!" and a flame burst from the wand tip.

"Very well, very well, it's in fine working order," said Mister Ollivander.

"Mister Diggory, you next."

Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it?" said Mister Ollivander, with much more enthusiasm, as Cedric handed over his wand. "Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn. Three hundred eleven millimeter… ash… pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition… You treat it regularly?"

"Polished it last night," said Cedric, grinning, which made

Harry chuckle. "I bet that wasn't the only wand he polished last night." He said softly. Fleur must have heard that comment because she gave a slight giggle and blushed. Then she frowned. Harry noticed it. What was going on? Why did this not bode well? Maybe he was paranoid; then again; even paranoids have enemies.

Mister Ollivander sent a stream of silver smoke rings across the room from the tip of Cedric's wand and pronounced himself satisfied.

He then said, "Mister Krum, if you please." Viktor Krum got up and he thrust out his wand and stood scowling.

"Hmm," said Mister Ollivander, "this is a Gregorovitch creation unless I'm much mistaken?"

"A fine wandmaker, though the styling is never quite what I… however…" He lifted the wand and examined it minutely, turning it over and over before his eyes. "Yes… hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" he shot at Krum, who nodded.

"Rather thicker than one usually sees… quite rigid… ten and a quarter inches… Fulgur!"

The hornbeam wand let off a blast of sparks. "Good," said Mister Ollivander, handing Krum back his wand.

"Which leaves… Mister Potter."

Harry smiled at the wandmaker, as he flicked his holly wand back into his hand making sure a drop of fresh venom was on a needle on the wand. He gave it to the old man. He instantly pulled it back when the old man yelled in pain. The pain from touching the bathed wand completely overwhelmed the small prick from the needle.

"Sorry, my wand was covered in basilisk venom in my second year here. No other person can touch it." Harry said. He put his wand back in his holster making sure to not get stabbed by the needle. "It is in good enough condition." With that, he turned to leave.

"Mister Potter!" Albus yelled. He was shocked at what was happening to his friend.

Minerva cast her patronus to summon Poppy.

"What do you want headmaster?" Harry said nonchalantly.

"We need to verify your wand," Dumbledore said. He was scared. A wand bathed in basilisk venom should only burn. He could see the burns on his friend's hand. But Garric was showing signs of some sort of poisoning. If it was basilisk venom, only phoenix tears could save his friend, but they needed to go into the wound. He could see no wound.

"No, you do not. I am not one of the three champions. I am just a reluctant competitor." Harry replied, still trying to walk out.

They all went into shock when Ollivander gasped and fell over. Harry tried not to laugh as he left the group. The wandmaker was writhing on the ground. Soon he would be dead.

"I should have warned him. Wasn't he a friend of yours, headmaster?" Harry asked while ignoring the man writhing on the ground by them.

"My boy!" Albus shouted. Not sure what to ask.

"Again, with this tripe. It is Mister Potter." Harry responded.

Albus growled. "Mister Potter…."

"I must have been too stressed to remember." Harry gloated. "According to the manual for this fucking tournament; the wand maker was to wear dragon or basilisk hide gloves when they touched the competitors' wands, to prevent any contamination or malfeasance. It was his fault. It is too bad really. Now I am going to have to go to the DoM to make sure your friend did nothing to my wand."

McGonagall had levitated the fallen man to the entryway; then apparated away.

Bagman broke the silence. Trying not to show his fear of the boy. "Now, Rita, bring your photographer out in front of the tent. Champions, time to take photos."

"Again, not in the contract. I will see you all later." Harry quickly left the room nocking the photographer over. He heard cursing from the room behind him. It made him smile.

{N}

Britain Loses famous wandmaker Yesterday, Garrick Ollivander died while being the official wand officiant in the Tri-Wizard-Tournament. His death was ruled an accident.

It is the end of Ollivanders's Wand Shop?