Chapter 7
Harry groaned in annoyance as he dodged another knife from a cultist, who was trying to protect the one casting the summoning ritual, before stabbing them in the back. In the corner of his eye, he could see Jack literally tearing them apart trying to get the man, as the cultist ran at him in groups of four and five, only to be killed mercilessly.
“Note to self, never piss off Ej, that will get you ripped to shreds,” Harry muttered to himself, ducking under a man before stabbing him in the stomach, kicking him away a moment later and slicing his throat.
“Yeah, that should be everyone’s motto after seeing him around cultists, we just don’t generally follow it because he’s fun to piss off,” Ben told him, appearing behind him before electrocuting a man that tried to creep up on Harry, causing him to fall to the ground his spasms as his heart stopped soon after.
“I’ve noticed, I really wonder how LJ and Jeff are still intact at times,” Harry said with an eye roll, slashing at another cultist.
“I question how Jeff is intact after a lot of things, but here we are, with the dude still kicking and killing,” Liu said, moving closer to the group as he kneed one in the gut, slamming his head into a wall a moment later repeatedly. Harry hadn’t talked to him as much as his younger brother, but he enjoyed the fact that Liu was much calmer than Jeff unless Sully took control then that’s another story.
“And you’re related to him!” Jack yelled to him, growling at one of the cultists before tearing them apart.
“Don’t remind me!” Liu replied, rolling his eyes and slicing at another one.
Harry tackled the main cultist, stabbing him in the arm to keep him in place, causing the male to yell out in pain. “O-our lord shall accept my s-sacrifice and allow him to r-rise once again!” The leader yelled at Harry, glaring at him with hatred.
Harry laughed. “Well, I’ll just have to end his suffering as I will with you.” He replied, ripping his knife out before stabbing the man in the heart, causing the man to choke as blood started pooling in his mouth.
The rest of the cultists were quickly rounded up and killed, making the four finish around six in the morning, when they had started on this at seven at night, leaving the mansion around six at night and scouting the cult for an hour before finally going in. The four were exhausted and were eager to get home.
When they arrived, they each split up to their respective rooms, Harry hurrying to his, wanting to hop in the shower.
“Harry! You’re home!” Sally yelled, going up to him smiling happily. “Can you have a tea party with me?” She asked him, hugging her bear Charlie to her chest as she smiled up at him.
Harry sweatdropped, not wanting to disappoint her even though he wanted to take a shower. “I suppose but not for long, okay? I need to take a shower after my mission.” Harry told her.
The little girl ghost squealed happily, taking his hand and dragging him to her playroom, making the young wizard follow.
Inside, Harry couldn’t help but snort as he saw both Hoodie and Ej already inside the room, wearing suits along with their usual masks. He wondered how the little girl managed to catch the eyeless demon so fast before he could even get up the stairs but wasn’t going to ask and just assume ghostly powers.
“Alright, Harry! Your outfit is in the bathroom! You can’t come out unless it’s on either!” Sally told him, making him raise an eyebrow, questioning her words as he nodded, walking into the bathroom.
As the small ghost shut the door behind him, he saw why. There was a dress in there, and definitely no suit. “Uhm, Sal? I think this is the wrong one!” He called out to her, making the ghost giggle outside.
“Nope! Now hurry and put it on!” Sally called back, giggling. Harry blushed slightly, really regretting agreeing to this now. Though if there was one thing everyone knew in the mansion.
And that was never back out of a tea party with Sally.
Harry blushed, changing into the dress, watching it pool around his feet. “Harry hurry!” Sally called, giggling more. Harry rolled his eyes, blushing, as he walked out, clutching the sides of the skirt.
“Sally, this is so NOT cool,” Harry muttered, blushing brightly as the two masked killers stared at him, not saying anything as they just stared. Harry blushed more at their stares, even if they were wearing masks he could still feel them looking at him.
“Harry you look so pretty!” Sally squealed, dragging him over to the table set up. Harry blushed more, embarrassed as he sat between the two.
Sally sat on the opposite side of the table from him happily, EJ took this time to cough a little, looking at the ghostly girl. “So Sally, why did you have Harry dress up in a dress? You have other suits after all.” He asked her.
The girl looked up and giggled more. “Why isn’t it obvious?” She asked.
“Harry is the girl between you two, Masky, Toby, Ben, and Jeff!” She exclaimed.
His face burned for the next several hours.
Harry sighed in relief as he hopped out of the shower, drying off and slipping on the pendant and a pair of sweatpants. He dried off his hair in the mirror, looking over at the various scars that littered his chest. Harry frowned lightly, able to remember how each and everyone was caused.
The short one on his side right by his ribcage? Oh that was when Uncle Vernon had beat him for not having the house spotless before he got home, Harry was only five.
The slash right on his left shoulder? That was when Harry didn’t have the hedges perfectly trimmed. He was seven when it happened.
The burned patch of skin on his back? That was when Vernon had hit him with a hot fire poker for not having the kitchen cleaned fully before guests arrived. He was nine.
Each and every scar, Harry remembered. He hated them, they disgusted him. Harry wished he could rid himself of them forever.
He sighed, figuring he shouldn’t dwell on it, grabbing his long sleeve shirt and starting to pull it over his head. Pulling on his navel started, startling Harry with a loud yelp as he was transported from the mansion.
Straight into Hogwarts, in the middle of the great hall, surrounded by students.
Harry was quick to yank the shirt down the rest of the way, hoping no one caught a glimpse of the scars that littered his body as he frowned, wondering how he had gotten there. “What is going on?” He asked, pissed off, and wondering how he was teleported from Slender’s wards and knowing the entity would be as well.
Harry was quick to clutch the pendant dangling from his neck, glad he never went anywhere without it anymore. Professor McGonagall was quick to usher him towards the backroom of the Great Hall, making Harry more annoyed as he wanted to take a nap. He was exhausted from his mission and hadn’t gotten a rest at all, Sally certainly made sure of it.
He blinked as he only recognized one of the students in the room, a Hufflepuff named Cedric. He played against the other seeker many times before. “Harry? What are you doing here? I thought you were home for a family emergency?” Cedric asked, blinking at the younger wizard confusedly.
“I thought so too. I got out of the shower, was mid getting dressed, and was suddenly teleported from America to here. I was lucky I was just finishing because I did not want anyone to see me naked.” Harry said annoyed, crossing his arms as he went to the other wizard. Harry eyed the other two in the other room, not recognizing them but guessing they were from the other schools. That didn’t explain why he had been TELEPORTED from his bathroom to here.
Slender walked into the room, instantly going to Harry, not looking pleased in the slightest. “Are you alright? The wards warned me that you had disappeared from the Mansion and then I felt your pendant go off. I was concerned.” Slender told him, Harry just shrugged, wondering why he was in the room with the champions, from what he had heard from Cedric since the teachers haven’t come in yet to explain what the hell was going on.
“I don’t know, I was about to go to sleep after pulling an all-nighter at the hospital with Sally,” Harry said, saying some form of an excuse of what the emergency was since they hadn’t established what exactly the emergency was.
Dumbledore decided to come in at this moment with the other Headmasters from the other schools, talking to him about what was going on, which Harry still didn’t know. “Harry, did you put your name in the goblet, or have someone do it for you?” Dumbledore asked him frantically, making Harry frown.
“Sir, I haven’t been here since the beginning of the week. I have had no contact with anyone from school. There is no possible way I could have and nor would I want to do so. Why is that important enough that it pulled me from powerful wards that specifically stop stuff like teleporting me from my bathroom when I am getting dressed?” Harry asked annoyed, moving a strand of wet hair away from his forehead, he needed to ask Jane to cut it later.
Another man, one Harry recognized as Barty Crouch Snr, looked at him with an unimpressed look. “How can we trust you? Why weren’t you at school? You are only in your fourth year and Hogwarts doesn’t let students go home.” He asked, looking at him.
Slender placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, looking at the man. “That is because sir, Hogwarts allows students to go home if there is a family emergency. We have currently one of my other wards in a muggle hospital and Harry here is very close to her. I got permission for him to be home for the week. This is why I am confused as to why my ward was ripped from the wards surrounding my home and teleported to the school.” Slender told the man, leveling him with a glare. Barty huffed, seeming offended by Slender’s presence.
“Harry, your name came out of the goblet of fire, you are a champion. That is why we are asking if you put your name in the goblet of fire.” Dumbledore said, looking at Harry with a disapproving look on his face like Harry had done it on purpose.
“Sir, I have been in mortal peril my whole school life here at Hogwarts. Why would I want to be in a contest that causes me to be in mortal peril when I wanted a quiet year and everyone knew this?” Harry asked him annoyedly. He was done with people thinking he WANTED the attention.
Harry could feel the headache starting to form already from the school year.