Ivy walked down the stone steps of what she heard was a trophy room. She saw something that made her snap. Ivy ran over to the headmaster of Hogwarts who was currently throttling one Harry Potter, the apparent fourth “champion” in a tournament of death. Ivy grabbed Dumbledore by the shoulder, whirled him around to face her, and slugged him. Dumbledore fell to the ground in a snarling mess. Ivy had her pistol pointed at him before he could even blink at her. Ivy also had another pistol pointed to just out of her vision at a greasy haired man.
Unfortunately, the greasy haired man, whom, Ivy would later learn was Severus Snape, decided to make a move and tried to grab Ivy’s pistol. She kicked him hard and pulled both pistol triggers at the same time. A bullet whizzed very close to Dumbledore’s head while another went through Snape’s heart. Snape died instantly. Ivy looked at Dumbledore “What were you thinking? That you could throttle an answer out of young Harry? You sound like a child abuser that I just executed in Surrey, along with his so called family. I think their names were Dursley, or something.” Harry’s face lit up slightly while Dumbledore paled noticeably.
Ivy looked at Harry “I did get some information that might be beneficial to you.” She handed Harry a huge wad of British Pound notes “Apparently, the Dursley “family” had been hiding the money they received over the years for your child support in order to spend for themselves at some later date. I went to get the money cleared so it could be given to you. There is a lot more where that came from.” Ivy turned to a man she hadn’t seen in a long time “Barty Crouch. It’s been a long time. How is Barty jr? Last I heard, he was working for an import and Export company in London?” Barty Sr smiled “It’s good to see you again, Ivy. Barty is currently.... enjoying his work.” Ivy smirked “I bet he is. I’ll need to catch up with him one of these days. I almost forgot, take this.”
Ivy started to hand Barty Sr her dual pistols. He smiled and refused “Severus Snape has been on a kill on sight order for years. His crimes during the last war with the so called “Dark Lord” were deemed horrendous enough by the Queen herself to have that list drawn up.” Barty Sr handed Ivy a list of names. Ivy smirked “I can leave tomorrow morning and handle this by dinner time.” Barty Sr turned to Albus Dumbledore “I may no longer be head of Magical Law Enforcement, but, I will see you rotting in Azkaban for hiding and abetting a known enemy on The Queen’s List.” Ivy looked at Harry while this was happening “I saw the looks from most of the school, including all but one of your housemates. I would like to offer you and your one friend sanctuary during this year.”
Harry looked surprised “I’ll be alright. Besides, I’m not sure the Beauxbatons girls would want me around.” Ivy smiled “Harry, it’s fine. I own Beauxbatons anyways. I think that the girls will welcome you with open arms. Judging by Fleur’s reaction, you’ll be in good hands.” Harry had forgotten that he and Fleur had been holding a very pleasent conversation before Dumbledore had rushed in and manhandled him. Fleur was currently standing next to Harry with her arm slung around him. Ivy turned towards Olympe and Igor “Its funny, really. Dumbledore didn’t even notice that the slip of paper with Harry’s name on it wasn’t stuck to him like the other contestants and their name tags. Excuse me for a second. Barty, can you come with me?”
Ivy and Barty Sr walked back up to the Great Hall and promptly collided with a bushy haired girl who looked worried. Ivy smiled at her “Let not your Heart be troubled. Harry is just fine. I suggest you go talk to him. He needs a friend.” Ivy and Barty smiled as they watched the girl almost run down to the trophy room. Ivy heard her name called and walked over to Filius Flitwick “Filius, who is this?” Ivy indicated a ranting blonde boy under a silencing charm. He had a slip of paper stuck to his chest like a name tag. The name written on it was Harry Potter. Filius looked grave “Ivy, Mr. Crouch, this is Draco Malfoy. He has been identified as the one who put Harry Potter’s name in the goblet.” Ivy looked at the boy and frowned. She despised bullies. Ivy groaned “Contact Amelia Bones. I want this fool charged with tampering of private property. I own the goblet. It makes a nice decoration piece.”
Barty Sr left to contact Amelia and Ivy returned to the trophy room silently. Olympe and Igor smiled and told her what was going on. Cedric Diggory and Victor Krum were playing cards while Hermione and Fleur were taking turns planting kisses on Harry’s cheeks. Ivy laughed. This year would prove rather interesting.