Harry Potter From Durmstrang Year 4

Harry

All of the students from the three schools were flooding into the Great Hall. He sat bowed over on the Durmstrang school's bench with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He was facing towards the windows looking out at the lake in deep thought. He had been one of the first to arrive to the great hall that morning and hadn't moved an inch since, not even when Hermione had called his name. Earlier that morning like he had planned, the Lily he had left her transfigured into a small piece of parchment, saying that he would not be able to see or talk to her for a little while, and to please not try and come see him until he came to her. He was sure the note had made her think that he didn't enjoy their date, or that maybe that he didn't like her, he would apologize for that later but now was not the time. Too much was about to happen for him to worry about that for now.

His mind as he sat there had been reflecting on his past and his very near arriving future. His whole life had lead him to this point now. It was fourteen years ago that Sirius had rescued him from his family's shattered home. Fourteen years since Sirius had took it on himself to become his father, and fill the void of both of his parents. There had never been a day since where Sirius had not mentioned either his father or his mother in some way or another. Often times he truly wondered who their death effected more. For him Sirius had given him everything, been there for everything, and he would never have asked for anything different.

Sirius had fled Britain with nothing more than him and the blanket that he was wrapped in. For the first few months while Sirius was looking for some of his friends that had moved to Norway, they had spent there nights wherever Sirius had fallen asleep. Sirius said he always refused to accept welfare, or donations that he was going to provide them with everything himself. That he was going to make me into a wizard my parents would be proud of. Even at an early age it wasn't hard to see though that the main reason wasn't to make his parents proud, though it was a major one, but that it was Sirius's way of reconciling and gaining the forgiveness he felt he needed.

Eventually Sirius had found a few friends from back in his day here at Hogwarts. They had helped him transfer most of his funds and holdings from the Black family's account at Gringotts the wizarding bank here in Britain under a fake name James Padfoot. He had bought them both a nice house, and provided everything a family could need. He had even gone the extra mile to make him feel more at home by bringing all the books from his parent's old house which Sirius had lived in for a short while after his brother and parents had passed away. Many of the books had been borrowed by my own parents and every so often I would come across a note, a joke, or drawing they had made.

Ever since he could talk Sirius began introducing him to magic. He would tell him that even before his first birthday that he had been doing magic. Since the very beginning Sirius had pushed him to be the greatest at everything. However, the biggest thing that had set him off in his future of magic was not Sirius always pushing him, but actually a gift that Sirius had given him on his sixth birthday. Sirius had bought him a wizarding children's book called The First True Pharaoh. The book was about a young boy born into a slave family in ancient Egypt when the first of the pyramids were being built. The boy grew up with an imagination unmatched by anyone else. The boy would go to bed and dream of throwing the sun across the desert. He would dream of moving pyramids away from Egypt so his family would never have to move another stone. He dreamed of controlling the rain so his little sister would never starve. Many and many things the little boy would dream. But most of all he dreamed of being the king.

The boy as he grew older continued to dream and imagine all these different forms of powers he wanted. One day when the boy was much older almost a man grown, the king ordered his father, mother, and crippled sister unfit for work and had them executed. After that the boy vowed he would kill the king. The day after his family was murdered the boy fled. Over time he lived on his own becoming one with nature. He began to see things he had not seen before and began to feel things inside him he had never felt. One day he dreamt of rain and rain came. The next he dreamt of food and a locust swarm came providing him with food to eat. On the Third day the boy dreamed of true power and it came.

The boy now a man returned to Egypt. He returned to the feet of the pyramids. This time instead of dreaming in his sleep he made his dreams a reality. Rays from the sun herself came into his open palms and he set a storming blaze to the king and his nobles. With strength stronger than all of Egypt combined he lifted the pyramids and moved them. And with the all the power of the clouds he flooded the Nile valley. He gave the people not only freedom, life, water, food, shelter, money, but dreams like he had, and all the people were astonished at his power and praised him and called him Master, King, and God.

Though he could relate to the boy having lost his family to a man many called master, it wasn't the idea of revenge on Tom Riddle, or the concept of avenging his family that really intrigued him. Honestly with as perfect as Sirius had made his life, though he obviously wished his parents were alive, he truly felt this was the way things were meant to be. And until Sirius had told him that Durmstrang was going to Hogwarts a few months back, the idea of even being in the same country as the man who killed his parents had ever crossed his mind. No it wasn't revenge or vengeance. It was being the most powerful, the greatest that intrigued him. The boy had shown the world that he was the greatest, the most powerful, and a god. So would he.

From what Sirius had told him of Tom Riddle he knew that Tom had held some of the same dreams, only Tom wanted to be the exact same as the boy in the story. He wanted to be everyone's master he wanted to be king. He knew though that he didn't want to go down the same path. He didn't want people to call him master, or king. Just as Viktor wanted to be the best quidditch player he just wanted to be the greatest wizard of all time. That concept of being in everyone's eyes the greatest latched on to him ever since the first time he read that book, and since then he had spent almost all of his life devoted to his mission.

Sirius had done everything he could to help him with his magic from the earliest stages. Each time he learned a spell, each time he brewed a potion right, each time he learned something new Sirius had pushed him more. Often time Sirius made him wonder if he had cared more about making him acceptable to how he thought he would have turned out if his parents had raised him, than I cared about becoming the best. However with the constant pressure he put on himself doubled with the support and pressure Sirius put on him he had advanced at twice the rate as the other wizards and witches his age.

As he had told Hermione on their date he was already transfiguring things at eight years old. By nine he was already practicing things from Sirius's first year books all without even owning his first wand. By ten Sirius had lied about his age and he had gone and bought his wand and began both studying wandlore and practicing magic with a wand as well as without it. In his first year at Durmstrang he had gotten perfect marks in all of his classes, won every dueling tournament including the second and third year's tournaments which due to his skill Igor had allowed him to take place in.

The second year went much the same. He was always either, researching, practicing, dueling, brewing potions, or studying. Again he made perfect marks in his classes won all the dueling tournaments, and had even by the end of the year had created his own spell. It was quite simple and honestly he wasn't too proud of the idea since he had basically stole it from a muggle concept. Because he had grown tired of waiting on his owl to respond with Sirius's letters he developed a charm to put on two scrolls of parchment that would send the writing from one scroll to the other, much like a muggle text. Although the spell won him awards and honors from the Norway Ministry of Magic it wasn't enough for him. Last year was much the same, even with all the dating and hanging out with Allan and Viktor he had done, he still had managed, with a great deal of help from Sirius, to get a full body transfiguration on himself. Which he suspected from the major influence Sirius had on him during the process ended up being a black wolf.

Almost all of the students had filed into the great hall by then. He could hear loud chatter from every end of the hall as people discussed who the champion was going to be from each school. Almost all of Durmstrang believed that Krum was going to be their champion. He knew though that that wasn't going to happen. The Triwizard cup chose the wizard from each school based on magical intelligence, power, wit, experience, and magical ability. All qualities which Krum did not possess in great quantities, but which he knew from all of the students of Durmstrang he held the most. However another quality he knew the cup took into consideration was desire. And he knew for certain that no one in this hall wanted their name to be drawn more than him. Today was the perfect opportunity for him to lay down another stepping stone on his path to glory and greatness.

All three of the headmasters stood up on the stage near the Hogwarts's Headmaster's podium and the cup. Each was staring out towards the students waiting patiently for the students chatter to simmer down allowing the talk and excitement to linger for a few moments.

"Today, is the day that three students in this hall lives' will change forever." Dumbledore began and the students quickly quieted. "Today three students have the chance to begin their path to glory. Today three wizards will begin some of the hardest tasks a witch or wizard can face. For the wizards or witches that are chosen today know that you have been chosen for a reason. The Triwizard Cup only choses the best, brightest, and those who in its eyes are the greatest from their school. Now, let us see who the Triwizard Cup as chosen and seen worthy for this year's Triwizard Tournament!" Finally removing his eyes from the lake he turned them towards the three headmasters. Dumbledore had raised his wand and had it pointed at the cup causing it to spew rays of magic off into the hall.

After a few moments of complete silence the cup withdrew all of its magic into itself then after a few seconds spit out a bright brown ray of magic towards the ceiling and threw out a piece of paper with it. He closed his eyes anxiously...

"The champion from Hogwarts is..." Dumbledore paused briefly. "Cedric Diggory!" The Hogwarts students erupted. He raised his eye to get a glance at the Hogwarts champion as the students around him rose and clapped. The boy who was now walking towards the podium to shake the three headmasters outstretched hands didn't look all that impressive to him. He was average height maybe an inch or two taller. He was slightly built, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a bright smile plastered on his face that showed that he was very surprised at his name being called. Cedric made his way to a back door leading behind the teacher's tables. Again after a few moments silence consumed the hall.

The cup again after a few moments spewed a huge stream of purple colored magic towards the ceiling and with it another piece of paper. Again he closed his eyes.

"The Champion from Beauxbatons Academy is.... Fleur Delacaour." He looked up to see one of the two Veelas he had seen earlier on their first day at Hogwarts make her way to the podium. She walked with her school uniform, and blonde hair flowing behind her with much more confidence than the boy before her. He suspected she knew her name was going to be drawn. She, like Cedric, made her way after shaking the headmaster's hands to the back room. Now it was his time.

One last time the cup spewed a giant red colored array of magic towards the ceiling and a piece of parchment with it.

"Lastly the Champion from Durmstrang is...." The headmaster rolled the parchment open. "Harry...." As he looked up towards the headmaster awaiting him to finish his name he saw a look of utter death on the man's face. "This can't be..." He said still looking bewildered, just staring at the parchment blankly. All the students in the hall were confused as well. Why didn't Dumbledore just finish the name? What couldn't be? Finally when Igor had enough of waiting for his champion's name to be announced he grabbed the paper from Dumbledore.

"The Champion from Durmstrang is Harry Potter!" Igor yelled and a quick flash came and went across his face, disappointed that it wasn't Viktor's name. He took his time getting to his feet. As he stood and lifted his eyes from the floor he could see every eye in the hall on him, and every jaw dropped. He walked slowly towards the podium, enjoying every second of attention he was getting, trying to milk every moment of it. A sly smile was trying to pry its way onto his face as he enjoyed their stares but he fought against it trying not to show any emotion.

The sound of each footstep as he made his way to the podium echoed like a giant as the hall was in complete silence. He made his way down the aisle and up the stairs to the podium shaking Igor's hand first as the headmaster gave a small smile still trying to hold his distaste that he had been chosen. Next the giant headmistress from Beauxbatons congratulated him. Lastly he made his way to where Dumbledore was still glued to the floor and reached out his hand.

"Is it really you...?" Dumbledore mumbled in a whispered tone. "Harry we must talk this instant please. I have so many questions, so many things to discuss, for so long I thought..."

"I think you need to finish your speech sir. We can speak afterwards, I also have a few things to discuss." With that he left Dumbledore and made his way to the door behind the teacher's table. Inside was a much smaller room than the great hall. Only a few tables and floating candles were present inside. The other two champions each sat at their own table. He decided to lean against a pillar near the first table.

After a few minutes he could hear the loud rumbling of footsteps from the students leaving the great hall. Shortly after their footsteps died down the door to the room opened and a mob of headmasters and teachers made their way in. Each one that made their way in the room stared him down. Especially one extremely greasy long haired teacher.

"Harry." Dumbledore said as he made his way in the room.

"Dumbledore if you would be so kind to give the final instructions, I am rather in a hurry to get back to the ministry." A man wearing a top hat said interrupting Dumbledore from trying to talk to him.

"Yes of course." Dumbledore said as he made his way to the front of the room. Still all the teachers eyed him. "Congratulations to you three on being chosen to represent your school. You have been given a great honor in so, but an even greater challenge. As I have said before and I'm sure your headmasters have told you there will be three challenges in the tournament. Each one will be more demanding and difficult then the next. After each challenge points will be given according to placement. Whoever has the most points or is last alive at the end of the third challenge wins the cup. We encourage you to use every bit of help you can get as you will need it. As so the Hogwarts library will be open at all hours to you three, as well as the restricted section. For you Harry and Fleur please let your headmasters know when you plan to study so you are not accused of sneaking about or abusing this. The first challenge will be in exactly one week from tomorrow. For the first challenge no clues will be given however if you pass the first trial a clue will be given for the second task and same with the third. Good luck to you all."

He could tell the headmaster was rushing the speech. Sirius had warned him that if the headmaster knew who he was he would do everything in his power to speak to him. He would let Dumbledore speak to him though. He knew Dumbledore held great power in the wizarding world here in Britain. He needed that influence for what he had planned to work. The other students and teachers made their way out of the room. Igor gave him a pat on the back as he left. Dumbledore and he remained.

"Harry please excuse my awe, I don't think I have ever been so caught off guard, so bewildered, and so confused in my life." Dumbledore started as they both sat down at the same table. "And trust me that's saying a lot as long as I have lived. I don't even know where to begin..."

"Headmaster before you say anything I have a few things I would like to say before I'm answering any questions you may have."

"Yes of course Harry."

"First, I know all about you, I have heard nothing but great things of your kindness, wisdom, and generosity. How you are one of the greatest wizards of your generations and were very close friends to my parents. I know that you helped them out a lot. That they both looked up to you when they were students, and that they even cared enough about you to ask you to officiate their wedding. So before I begin I want you to know that as of now I think very highly of you. Even with that though there are some things I won't tell you until I fully trust you, for my family's safety."

"Your family's safety Harry? Whose family are you staying with?"

"That isn't something I'm ready to answer yet sir."

"Of course I am sorry Harry. I'm sure I could ask a thousand questions then a thousand more maybe it would be best if you just told me a little of how you are here today, if you don't mind?"

"Sure sir. As of how I am alive I do not know. Whether Voldemort let me live, whether my parents cast some spell, or whether something else happened I do not know. I am sure you are more aware of the events that actually happened than I am. For as how I am here. I was raised in Norway my whole life. I have been a student at Durmstrang since I was eleven. I have known all about my past since I could understand it."

"How have you lived so long without people knowing your name, even in Norway if someone had known Harry Potter was alive word would have spread? You must have been under a false name. Yes?"

"Yes sir. I have always been Harry but have been registered as Harry Padfoot. Which before you ask anything else there is something I want to ask of you, is that ok?"

"Harry anything of course."

"I will be willing to tell you everything, and answer all of your questions if you can help me. Someone very important to me, someone who without I would not be standing before you today is not safe here in Britain. That someone means the world to me, and has wanted nothing more than for me to come to Hogwarts since I was a boy. For me to answer your questions and to speak anymore to you I want your word you will use your influence in the British Ministry to make it safe for them here."

"Why is it unsafe for this special someone Harry? I must know at least that before I can guarantee that I can help. But I promise if I can help I will."

"They have been falsely accused of a crime here, a serious crime. If they were to step a foot in public they would be sent to Azkaban."

"What crime Harry?"

"Murder." He said glaring at the headmaster seriously. After a moment of pause Dumbledore again spoke up.

"Harry, murder is no small crime. Even if falsely accused it would be difficult for even me to help. You would need witnesses, evidence, and much more to make it possible."

"I trust that you will be able to help me sir, I know how much you helped my family in their life and the person accused helped my family even more than you did."

"I will try to help Harry, but I am afraid the information you have given me there isn't much I can do with it. Are you sure you cannot tell me anything further?"

"Fine I will tell you some more. But...." An idea clicked. He did trust the man, how could he not trust a man his parents had loved and trusted so much. A man Sirius to this day still talked highly of. "You must make an unbreakable secrecy vow." The headmaster looked at him puzzlingly. He could see the cogs moving inside the man's head.

"I'm impressed a fourth year student knows how to even make a secrecy vow, but alas my curiosity over fills me I will accept." The two clasped arms and he spoke the first part of the spell and Dumbledore spoke the second. Now until he said the last part of the spell Dumbledore would not be able to say anything spoken. Now he trusted the man.

"I am alive today because of my godfather. He took me from my parent's house right after they had been killed. He had been there secret keeper until the day before when he saw it best for their protection to switch it too one of their other friends he figured would be the least targeted. As it happened that friend had gone over to Voldemort's side earlier. Whether it was by choice or not we do not know. This friends name was Peter Pettigrew. Peter after my parent's death was thought to have been murdered. In fact he was attacked but not by the man accused of it. Sirius Black sir is my godfather. And for my whole life has become my father. He has raised me, fed me, and protected me my whole life. He means everything to me. Now I have a friend whose father has power in the Norwegian Ministry to help protect Sirius as much as they can, but it isn't enough." He paused.

"Sirius is innocent, he was already fleeing with me to Norway when Peter Pettigrew was killed. He fled with me out of fear for my safety. I know that is not much in the way of witnesses or evidence but I am sure you will be able to help me sir. You must." He finished.

"Harry I promise that I will try to do everything I can, but I make no guarantees. Sirius has been one of the Ministry's most wanted for some time now, and if I know Cornelius he will do his best to keep it that way. Thank you Harry for trusting me with this secret. I will begin to think on what you have said and get back to you if any ideas come."

"Thank you sir, I am sure you will think of something. I am sorry though, but I must get back I'm sure people back on our boat want to say their congrats."

"Of course of course, and Harry like I sad earlier to the other champions the school is always open if you need any assistance and my office's door will be always open if you need anything."

"Thank you sir." And with that he made his way out of the small room and through the front gate back to the ship. Where everyone was excited for him and gave their congrats, especially Krum who had never wanted to participate, but just wanted to be able to practice quidditch. And especially Sirius who told him many times that his parents would be proud.

Hermione

She had been sitting atop of the astronomy tower for some time now thinking. He was Harry Potter. She had woke up that morning feeling already so happy with him, and so close even after just one date. She hadn't even known his full name though... Her mind had been racing all day since the champion's announcement. He had known, she judged from the letter her flower had transfigured into, that his name would have been drawn from the cup. But how? No one could know that? He had known that his name being announced would cause a panic from the students. He seemed to have known almost everything that was happening and going to happen. Did he know that she would be this confused? She knew that she hated not knowing. At least she knew that.

Harry Potter...Even she, a girl who had been raised in a muggle family knew about the Potter family. She had read about their death in Hogwarts: a History. The dark wizard Voldemort, who at one time had attended Hogwarts, was last known to have killed James and Lily Potter before he vanished. The boy Harry though had never been found though. Many assumed that he had been obliterated and untraceable because of it. Others believed Voldemort stole the boy, many had no idea. However to everyone there this morning's shock there the missing boy was.

They had talked all day yesterday on their date and yet he never thought to tell her any of this... Why? She had tried right after the announcement to talk to him. It had taken her a good while to build the courage to walk up to Durmstrang's Ship and ask to speak with him. However whether they were telling the truth or not they had told her he wasn't there. So she had come here. Still trying to avoid her friends who hadn't had the chance to question her yet. She was sure Parvati would have even more questions now that she knew her dates name and was sure to connect the dots to "which" Harry it was.

She knew she was overthinking things as always about this, and decided to simply just let it go. She always worried too much about everything, she would make this simple and just let it be. Not fully convincing herself that she could just let it be she headed off from the astronomy tower and made her way back through the halls and the Gryffindor common room back to the girl's dorms.

"There you are!" Parvati yelled at her the moment she made her way through the door. "I have been looking for you all morning, you have had enough time now Miss Granger. Answers now! Are you or are you not currently dating Durmstrang's champion? Did you or did you not stay out late, past curfew I may add, with him last night? Did he kiss you? Did you do more? I mean you were showing off major skin. How was the date, I mean how are you? How was he?" She managed to ask all the questions in one breath.

She hadn't decided what to say to Parvati until she made her way to her bed. On her nightstand where she had left the note that had been transfigured from the lily, was once again transfigured back into the lily. This time it was a bright white in color with red flowing through it. One of the pedals from the stem had fallen off and transfigured itself into another note. She quickly grabbed the flower and the note while Parvati glared at her awaiting her answers. She read the note to herself.

I'm sorry for today. I miss you. If you still want that second date, I have something I think you will like to see tomorrow night, meet outside front gate, midnight.

Harry P.

"Well Hermione? Answer me!" Parvati yelled again drawing her attention away from the letter. "Are you dating Durmstrang's champ? Did you two kiss? Were you really out late past curfew? And how was the date, how was he, how are you?" She again repeated her questions begging her for an answer.

"Fineee. Yes I guess I am, yes we did kiss, yes I Hermione Granger was out past curfew, and...." She paused thinking how to answer the last few questions, a smile that had been absent crept once again unto her face. "Well....Perfect...."