Chapter 9
“Bet you 10 gallons there is at least one explosion before we leave.”
“10 gallons is boring. Let's make it…”
“Candy?”
“No. A Favor?”
“No. Prank materials?”
“No. Free shot at Tony?”
“Ohhh…. Good idea.”
“Also, make it more than one Explosion for me.”
“Done.”
“You guys are seriously betting on an explosion at the Quidditch World Cup, in front of two minsters of Magic, multiple investors of the event, and multiple organizers of the event.”
“Yup.”
“...You guys aren't planning to be the ones to make said explosions are you?”
“Nah.”
“We just have a second sense for this stuff.”
“Yeah, like last summer we said we had a hunch that we didn't have only one cousin on our dads side, and then this summer we met 2 more.”
“Or that time we thought something was off about Professor Quirrel and it turned out he was drinking Unicorn blood.”
“Ooor that time we suspected Sirus Black was innocent.”
“We can tell when things will happen.”
“A sixth sense.” Hermione, the Weasleys, and over half the V.I.P box stared at the two of them.
“That doesn't make me feel better about this.”
“Someone set up more security throughout the place until everyone has left.”
“Yes Minister.”
“Good. I'm not taking any chances.”
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“Harry Potter.”
“...huh?”
“Harry Potter is the Fourth Triwizard Champion.” Murmurs and angry hisses broke out, building in noise before they were abruptly cut off.
“HAHAHaHahahahahaha! I told you! I told you your name would be put in. Haha. That's 10 gallons Ron.”
“Fuck you Percy.”
“Percy, Ron, be quiet. Now is not the time.”
“B-but Mione…! This is too good! I told them!”
“...Are you saying you bet that Harry's name would be put in the goblet of fire?” There was a pause were everyone turned to look at Angelina Johnson before turning back around to look at the 4th year Gryffindors.
“Yeah Johnson. Why wouldn't I? Easy money isn't it. Stuff like this happens every year. Could tell it was coming the moment it was announced.”
“...You do make a good point.”
“Mr. Jackson, I am afraid you will have to collect your money at a different time. Right now, Mr Potter has to relocate to the side Chamber for a discussion regarding his… entry, shall we call it, into the triwizard tournament.”
“...what the Fuck!?”
“...Excuse me Mr. Potter?”
“...I said, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?”
“Language, Mr Potter.”
“English.”
“Mr Weasley.”
“McGonagall, I do not care. I have just been put into a death trap tournament without my knowledge or permission. Actually, Dumbledore, does that mean it doesn't count? That I don't have to compete?”
“I am afraid not Mr Potter. The fact that you were entered into the tournament by your full name, Harry Janes Potter, means that you are required to compete by a magical contract. You will lose your magic if you don't.”
“Lose his magic!? So he has to compete!?”
“I am afraid so Mr Longbottom.”
“...Hold on. You said my Full name.”
“Yes.”
“...How is that done?”
“It must be your full Legal and Magical name.”
“My full Legal and Magical name.”
“That is correct Mr Potter.”
“ppfff”
“...Mr Potter?”
“Haha, Hahahahahaha, I can't believe it! My ridiculous name has finally done something useful for once!”
“Mr Potter, If you coul-”
“Nope.”
“Pardon?”
“I said No.”
“Mr Potter-”
“I am not going to join you in the Side Chamber, as I am not a Champion.”
“Mr Potter, if you remember what we talked about not five minutes ago, your name came out of the Goblet of Fire, making you Magically Bound to compete. If you do not, you will unfortunately lose your magic forever.”
“Doesn't work that way for me! The Goblet of fire requires you to put down your full legal and Magical name for it to be binding remember? Harry Potter isn't my name.”
“...Could you please expand on that Mr Potter.”
“Well you see Mr Crouch, while most people are under the impression that my full name is Harry James Potter, it is, fortunately for once, not.”
There was a snort, followed by a mutter.
“Your full name is fucking ridiculous.”
“Shut up Percy. Yours isn't any better. Anyways. My Full magical and Legal name is not ‘Harry Potter’. Meaning, I don't have to compete. There is no magically binding contract. ”
“Do you have proof that is a fact Mr Potter?”
“Yes. The legal records in both the ministry and Gringotts.”
“Very well. You make a very good point Mr Potter. You will not have to compete in the Triwizard tournament upon confirmation.”
“Thank you Professor.”
“Well, I must be off. Champions to sort out, people to find. We may have to call you in to ask you some questions. You know how it is.”
“Right. See yo-”
“Professor Dumbledore, can I ask you… actually you're probably not the best person to talk to. Mr Crouch. Can I ask that the name of the tournament be changed. It is honestly offensive to the Witches who also compete against their male counterparts.”
“I-I'll see about that Ms Granger.”
“Good. Honestly, it is quite ridiculous. And so dreadfully rude. Have some respect people.”
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“So Professor Mooddy was a Death Eater in disguise huh?”
“Seems like it.”
“Cool. Anyone know how we're going to explain the fact that we knock out a fully trained Death Eater, thinking that he was our professor at the time?”
“…”
“...Say it was an accident?”
“That won't work.”
“What accident caused by a group of 14 year olds knocks out a fully grown well trained adult.”
“Ahh… good point.”
…
“So what do we say?”
“What if we say we found him like this? Karkoff has been acting weird, and with his history and their relationship Fudge will probably assume it was him?”
“Ohh… good idea. Two birds with one stone.”
“Yeah. And then when they see that it's Barry Crouch Jr they'll likely investigate Senior.”
“Which will free us to find out where Voldemort is, and how he is planning to return.”
“Ten Gallons it's little Hangelton.”
“You Fucking Cheat! You already know where he is don't you!?”
“Maybe.”
“C'mere. No, don't stop me. Let me beat up this bitch.”
“No can do, we have other stuff to do. Also, Injuries when reporting this will create more suspion towards us.”
“Fucking Dammit.”
“Haha, loser.”
‘THACK’
“Oww, Mioneee!”
“Don't antagonise your twin. Let's get going.”
“Yesss…”
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“Sooo… How are we doing this?”
“Be quiet boy.”
“No seriously, how? Who do you have to help you besides Pettigrew, who's, y'know, kinda unconscious on the ground.” There was a pause of silence as Voldemort looked around before turning to look at the teen. The two of them proceeded to stare at each other in silence.
“Can I go? Cause I freed myself like ten minutes ago. I'll even do you a favor and call a Truce between the two of us until the summer’s over. If you agree to uphold your side of course.”
“That is not possible. I must return, and after I shall duel you to death on my fathers grave, besearching his honor, and then conquer the world.”
“Is this the Daddy issues again. I hope it is. See, my twin and I have this bet that everyone we fight is going to have Daddy issues. It was a joke at first, but then it kept happening and so now we're keeping tally.”
“No it is not Daddy issues, it is my right as the Dark Lord and - . I'm sorry, I can't focus any more. What do you mean everyone you've fought has Daddy issues.”
“Oh yeah. Everyone. Like You, Dumbledore, Snape, Crouch, Malfoy, Quirrel, Luke, my cousin, my other cousin, yet another cousin, my Uncles, my dad, my grandfather, my great Uncles, etc.”
“...Have you consider it might be partially due to your family.”
“Oh yeah, definitely. But we're not related to at least half the list.”
“Hmm. You make a very good point. Maybe I should write a paper on this after I duel you to death on my fathers grave, besmerching his honor, and then conquer the world”
“Are we really back to this?”
“Yes.”
“What do you even need to do create your body?”
“The blood of my energy, the flesh of my servant and the bone of my father, all added to that potion.”
“...So, let's say I did it for you, would you leave us alone for two years?”
“...you would bring me back.”
“For two years of peace? Yeah.”
“...How do you know I'll keep my promise.”
“Oh, I'll make you swear an unbreakable vow, on your magic of course. You value that more than your life.”
“That is the only condition.”
“Yeah. And you let me go home of course.”
“Alright. I shall swear it. But understand that just because I shall leave you, your twin and your friends alone does not mean I shall not act”
“Oh yeah, I don't don't really mind. I'm all for you attacking the ministry and Dumbledore. Infact, I encourage. Destroy them. Just leave the kids alone.”
“We have a deal.”
…
“You brought Voldemart back to life. For a measly two years of peace.”
“Yeah? It's more than we've ever gotten from anyone, and, like, we've been undermining him this entire time, plus we know where the horcruxes all are, we just need to destroy them. Also, we have a bigger problem to deal with for the next two years.”
“We do?”
“Grandfather.”
“Right. We do.”
“...You brought Voldemort back to life so you could have two years to deal with your Grandfather.”
“To make it a bit clearer mione we'll tell you this. The other side of our family isn't human.”
“Yeah, and our Grandfather is this all powerful, evil dude who wants to take over our family and destroy the world. He was suppose to be dead after he was killed, but he's been reforming for the past dozen millenia.”
“The past bloody dozen millenia.”
“Yeah?”
“How old is your Grandfather?”
“Umm…, we don't now exactly…?”
“Right. All we know is that he's at least as old as the Greek titans.”
“Right, Right. And that's the only relation between them.”
There was a pause of silence as they all stared at each other, before the twins exchanged looks.
“We're, um, going to pack our stuff.”
Hermione and Ron stared at them as they ran away before turning to look at each other.
“So, their grandfather's definitely a Greek titan right?”
“Yep. My money's on Kronos.”
“Fuck no. I'm not going to bet on that shit. I can't afford to loss more bloody money.”
“Yeah, well maybe if you weren't such fucking fool and kept betting on dumb things with Harry throughout the entire year you would have more money.”
“I'm sorry for having a little hope that the people around us weren't that dumb. I thought they would have a little more common sense.”
“Moron.”
“Bitch.”