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Voice of Reason	By : Ace1984 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 66047 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Hogwarts Head Mistress Office

"I do not wish to be rude, but can we please get on with this meeting."

Minerva surveyed the small group in her office. She wasn't very happy, as she had to cut her vacation short, to attend this meeting regarding this bloody tournament.

"As I told you before Mr Crouch, we are not all here. We have to wait for Lord Hogwarts to get here, This is his home, and he takes the safety of students very seriously."

Crouch grunted. "Not enough he is head of three Most Ancient and Noble houses, but now Lord Hogwarts as well. Honestly the kids got more titles then Dumbledore."

"So what if I do Crouch, what the hell as that got to do with you, and I would choose your next words very carefully. your already on thin ice with me, after the chaos of the Quidditch cup.

Every one was shocked to see the young Lord just appear. They had never seen anything like it before, suddenly Ludo Spoke.

"Lord Hogwarts, how did you do that? I always thought it was impossible to apparate in and out of Hogwarts."

Harry grinned. "You're correct in your assumption Mr Bagman, however I'm the owner of this school. Hogwarts is connected to my very being, this as allowed me to discover a new way of getting around the castle. I call it fading. Now back on topic, I understand you are all here to discuss this bloody tournament, that my home will be hosting next year."

Mr Crouch coughed. "That's correct, Lord Potter..." Harry's eyes flashed green. "In these walls Crouch I am Lord Hogwarts, Only use my other titles in Ministry or outside my home, do I make myself clear."

Everybody recoiled at the waves of magic, expelling of the young Lord, they had never felt anything like it. Crouch bowed his head before apologising. "Forgive me Lord Hogwarts, I forgot my place."

Harry nodded then took a seat beside his godmothers desk, and gestured for Crouch to continue the meeting.

"As I was saying Lord Hogwarts, we have gathered here, to make sure everything will run smoothly next year. Due to the danger of this tournament, the Ministry has stated that no student under sixteen year can take part. The events have already been decided. In total their will be three events. The first two will link together."

Harry gritted his teeth, he knew what the events were, but knew he had to play dumb, to avoid drawing any attention to himself. "Just what are these two task, that will be linked Crouch?"

Crouch withdrew a piece of parchment from his travelling case. He unrolled it and began to read. "The first task, will involve the champion facing off against a dragon." Minerva gasped and bought her hand to her chest.

"A Dragon! Your going to make them face a dragon."

Crouch nodded. "That is correct Minerva, The Ministry has got authorisation to fly in three dragon, from a reserve in Romania. Each champion will face a different breed of dragon. They are: A Welsh Green, A Norwegian ridge-back, A Chinese fireball. Harry shuddered at the memory of the first task it then dawned on him, the horn-tail must have arrived after his name had come out of the Goblet, he then looked up.

"What exactly will the champion have to do in this challenge?"

Crouch looked at the young Lord with an annoyed expression. "If I am allowed to continue, I will tell you what the task is." Crouch looked down the parchment again. "The Champion will have to retrieve a Golden egg, from the dragons nest. In this egg will be a clue to the next task."

Harry nodded. "What of the second task, what will the champions have to do to complete it?"

Ludo Bagman decided to interrupt. "We feel an underwater challenge is needed, and so the committee have decided that the champion will have something of importance taken from them, and held in the bottom of the Black lake. The Champions will then have an hour to retrieve it."

Harry crossed his arm against his chest. "Exactly what are you planning to take from each champion?"

Harry saw Crouch grin, he found it most disturbing. "Well we think the school should hold a ball, so that we can monitor who the champions bring to the dance. Once we know who they are, we have them sign a contract, allowing us to put them into a deep sleep. The Mere-people will then take the hostages down to their village, where the champion will have to go to rescue them."

Harry grinned. "First off all, their will be no human hostages, I don't care if they are put into a deep sleep, I am not taking the risk, Secondly, exactly how are you going to get the Mere-people to help? Only Dumbledore knew their language, and he is no longer around."

Crouch and Bagman looked at each other, their eyes widened. Crouch turned. "We seems to have forgotten that little detail, I will see if the Ministry has anyone who can help. Now onto the hostages, I assure you they will be quite safe."

Harry smirked. "If I remember correctly Crouch, you told me you were in charge of safety at the Quidditch world cup. Yet somehow you managed to let in no more then two dozen death eaters. So when you say they will be safe, then forgive me if I find that hard to believe. Now I am telling you, no human hostages, understand."

Crouch and Bagman looked at each, other before both nodding, in a defeated manner. Harry was pleased that he had managed to stop people being taken under the lake, after all he had come so close to being locked into a Veela life debt.

"Ok those are the first two, and what about the third."

Crouch looked down his list. "The third task, will require the champions to negate through a maze faced with a number of Obstacles. These will include: A Boggart, a Sphinx and huge horned beetle. The champion with the highest scores from the first two task, will get to enter first, then each champion will follow a minute afterwards. In the middle of the maze will be the Tri-Wizard cup, which will act as a port-key back to the beginning of the maze. The winning champion will take home 10,000 galleons, and a further 50,000 for their school."

Harry nodded. "Very well, as long as you stick to my terms then I will allow this event to be hosted in my home, now on too the other school taking part. They will have to provide their own accommodation, for sleeping arrangements. However we will provide meals for them, while they are here."

Potter Manor

Daphne sat on the sofa looking at the Daily Prophet. She wasn't happy. After Harry had told her, about revealing his hand to Crouch, she had made him sleep on the sofa and had shouted at him, for being so bloody stupid. Now Crouch had been warned, who knows how the time-line would change, she looked down at the headlines, her sapphire blue eyes now cold as ice.

Daily Prophet

Saviour Or Next Dark Lord

Article by Rita Skeeter

Dear reader, it seems our young Lord, can't get enough of the lime light. Although the events that took place at the Quidditch world cup, are still being investigated. This reporter as learned that it wasn't Auror's who lead the defence against the suppose death eaters, but the young Lord himself and his three Ladies. This reporter as learnt that a witness, hiding, watched the young Lord duel two of these figures and had them bound and stunned in seconds. He then faced of against another figure. The events of that duel are sketchy, but what is clear, the young Lord used a unknown spell, causing the figure to scream in pain. The figure then pointed his wand skywards and conjured He-who-must-not-be-named symbol in the sky. The young Lord then used the same spell creating a unique symbol of a thunderbolt, striking the previous mark in two. One Must ask readers, what was this unknown spell used, that caused the suspected death eater to scream in pain, was it a spell of light or a spell of darkness, signalling the young lords intentions of ruling the Wizarding world with his iron fist

Daphne hands were shaking with rage, how could they say their husband was the next Dark lord. If it wasn't for his forward thinking, who knows what might have happened at the Quidditch world cup. Granted they had an unfair advantage, but there was no guarantee that trouble would start. Daphne Looked over as the fire place glowed green, and watched as Harry stepped out. Keeping her face neutral, she carried on looking down at the other headlines.

"How was the meeting?"

Harry walked over to his favourite arm chair and fell into it. "Exhausting. I had to lay down the law to them a few times. The good news is, none of the task have changed, and there will be no hostages taken to the bottom of the lake, the bad news of course is, we still have to host the bloody thing. Honestly i have no bloody clue what the old coot was thinking, agreeing to it in the first place." He then looked over at Daphne. "I'm I forgiven yet?"

The Blond looked up from reading the paper and smirked. "Not a chance, we have all agreed you're on the sofa until we all return to Hogwarts. You have a lot of making up to do, before I forgive you."

Harry sighed defeated. "Oh well you can't blame a boy for trying."

First Day of term

Harry's punishment from his three girls had been a nightmare for him, they had even gone and placed a charm on him, so that he couldn't get in sexual satisfaction from relieving himself. So here he was boarding the train to Hogwarts, with two weeks of sexual frustration,

"Come on girls, this is not fair. Its been two weeks now, surely I have been forgiven. I know I was stupid to reveal that I knew of Voldemort's return. I guess I got a bit full of myself."

He looked down and waited for any reply, he then heard Daphne.

"Harry you have no clue how serious you have messed up, we had all the cards in our hands, as to know, exactly what to expect this year, now you have shown them, who knows what Voldemort is cooking up."

Harry sighed. "Look we know the events are the same, and that I will be putting my life on the line again, so we can establish that Voldemort as not changed anything, as all the events are the same, what we don't know of course is if he will face me in the graveyard again, or somewhere completely different, however this time, he won't find a scared little boy, but a wizard ready to finally end is miserable existence. After him all that is left is the old coot. The Ministry believes he has left the country. I promise nothing will happen to me this year."

Harry's eyes widened as he was hit by Daphne jumping on his lap, and burying her head in to his chest. Harry could feel his jumper was getting wet, and came to the conclusion that Daphne dam had finally broken, and she needed some reassurance.

"You stupid prat, your the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I don't want to lose you. I love you too much."

Harry wrapped his arm around Daphne and whispered sweet nothing into her ear, to try get her to calm down. Soon the tears had stopped, and Daphne positioned herself, so that she was still sitting on his lap, but now her head was resting on his chest, with his arms wrapped around her. The rest of the Journey went by quickly, in the end the girls had freed him from the charm, and Harry found it felt a lot better. They had already changed by the time the Hogwarts Express had pulled into Hogsmeade. All three of them waited until one of the thestral driven carriages pulled up, in front of them. Harry helped his girls in to the carriage, before loading all their trunks onto it. Harry then climbed in a laid back, and enjoyed the ride, as he felt the magic of Hogwarts wash over him again, signalling his name was no longer Potter, but Lord Hogwarts. Once the carriage had stopped Harry kissed his girls before walking into the great hall.

His Godmother had requested that he should be the one to make the introductions. He had been informed by Hogwarts that the other two schools had arrived and were now waiting for their grand entrance. He walked up to head table and grinned as Moody was sitting there, with a unique lighting bolt scar on his cheek. Harry smirked, it seems his little curse worked on those under poly-juice as well. He took his seat next to his godmother and watched as the hall slowly filled up. He looked behind him to see a huge crate. Harry knew what that was straight away, the fact that Crouch and Bagman was standing right next to it, was a huge give away.

He then turned his attention to his own house table, and looked shocked as Neville and Pansy were holding hand, laughing together. He would have to have a word with Neville to find out when exactly had happened. His eyes then scanned down and saw Katie looking more relaxed then she normally did. Also Luna and Susan seem to be getting on well. A little too well if Harry had to say. It was well known around Hogwarts that Susan was a witches, witch, but Luna had always been an enigma to him. He then looked to his two wives and future bride to be, smiling at him. Harry had a quick scan of the Slytherin table, and spotted the small head of long red hair. He wasn't happy with Ginny, she was meant to have checked in with him, and his girls, once they had boarded the Hogwarts express, but failed to show up. Harry made a mental note to himself to find out why. Soon the hall was filled, and Harry watched Professor sprout leading the new first years down the gang-way, leading to the small wooden stool, where the sorting hat rested. For the first time in Hogwarts History the sorting hat didn't burst into song. The sorting was over rather quickly, with Huffle-puff getting the Majority. Harry was a little upset that no one was sorted into Phoenix house, but decided to Brush it off. He watched as his Godmother stood and addressed the hall.

"On behalf of all the staff, I would like to welcome you to Hogwarts. I just have a few announcements to make, before I hand over to Lord Hogwarts to explain what will be happening this year. Firstly I would like to welcome our new Defence Against The Dark Art teacher. Professor Moody, who has decided to come out of retirement to teach. We welcome you to Hogwarts Professor Moody."

Harry smirked and clapped sarcastically as he watched the imposter take a drink from his hip flask. He then turned his attention back to his godmother.

"Now I know being in a strange environment can be difficult for you wee first years, so I just like to take this opportunity to explain to you, if you have any problems then please do not hesitate to come forward, if we are unavailable then please inform your house prefects and they will be able to assist you as well. Now I hand over to Lord Hogwarts who will explain about what will be happening this year."

Harry stood on the plinth, as the golden eagle wings extended. "Thank you headmistress, for those who are new, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Hogwarts and I welcome you to my home. List of all school rules can be found in your house common room. Now I guess you are all wondering what is in the crate behind me."

Harry removed the elder wand, before shooting a spell, causing the crate to open. He waited for all the talking to die down, as the Goblet was revealed.

"This year Hogwarts will be hosting the prestige tournament known as the Tri-wizard Cup, we will also being playing host to two of our fellow magical schools. First I would like to introduce, the headmistress of Beauxbaton and her student Madame Maxine."

The whole hall turned to see the great hall door open. Harry watched as Madame Maxine led her school up the middle row. He smirked as he watched as all the boys started fawning over the girls. He stepped down from the plinth and extended his hand.

"Hogwarts welcomes you and hope you will have a pleasant stay at our fine school."

Madame Maxine was shocked at the young Lords manners, she couldn't believe one so young, could show more respect then an older witch or wizard.

"Thank you Lord Hogwarts, for allowing us to stay here, and pray that the event will be a success."

Harry smiled as he watched her and her students take a seat along the Huffle-puff table. He then stood back on the plinth. "Now I would like to extend a big welcome to the students of Drumstrang and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff."

Just like before the great hall door burst open. A lone students swinging a flamed pole somersaulted up the gang way, followed by Igor and his students. Harry noticed Krum again was getting the attention with all the whispering in the hall. He stepped down from the plinth and extended his hand once again.

"Mr Kakaroff, I Lord Hogwarts welcome you and your students to my home, and pray you find your stay most welcoming."

Kakaroff, looked at the hand offered, before turning and walking away towards the seat reserved for his school at the Ravenclaw table. Harry eyes flashed, the great hall began to shake.

"How dare you show such disrespect in my home!"

Karkaroff turned and looked at the young Lord on the plinth.

"I do not shake the hands of kids."

The great hall shook again, Igor eyes widened at the power now being shown.

"How dare you! I'm Lord Hogwarts and you will show me the respect, I deserve, or I will throw you and your school out of my home!"

Igor just brushed off the comment and sat down. Harry was about to throw them all out, when he noticed Krum stand up.

"Lord Hogwarts on behalf of my headmaster and school peers, I want to say thank you for allowing us to stay in your home."

Harry stood there dumbstruck, Krum had just taken it on himself to apologise. Harry smiled.

"Thank you Mr krum, at least someone as manners at your school. As you stood up of your own free will, and apologised on behalf of your headmaster. I will allow you to stay."

Harry looked over to see Crouch tapping his feet in frustration. Harry sighed.

"Now I hand over to Mr Crouch and Mr Bagman who are in charge of this tournament to explain what will be happening and the rules of the competition. Mr Crouch, the halls all yours."

Harry stepped back and decided to return to his house table, he was pulled down into a hug by his three girls. Wrapping an arm around each one, and having Astoria, take up her normal seat on his lap. Harry looked towards Crouch and waited.

"Thank you Lord Hogwarts. This competition hasn't been seen for nearly 70 years, and the Ministry has decided to restart it , due to the hosting of the Quidditch World cup. The competition will consist of three trials, due to the nature of these trial, the Minister have placed a minimum age of 16 to enter. Each school will be represented by one champion. The winner of the competition will receive 10.000 galleons personally, and another 50,000 for your school. The Goblet will be in the great hall over the weekend, and we will find out the champions on Sunday evening. Again I stress do not try enter your name in the goblet, unless you are of the correct age. The goblet has been charmed with a age line, and you do not want to know the consequences of crossing it. I Thank you for your time and pray you enjoy your welcoming feast and look to forward to seeing all of you here Sunday evening when we reveal the name of your schools chosen champion.

Time Skip to Sunday

Harry and his girls took their seat at the phoenix table, although Harry knew what was going to happen he was still nervous as hell. Daphne ran soothing circles on his back.

"Its ok Harry, everything will be fine. Harry smiled and watched as the hall slowly filled, until he saw his Godmother standing by the Goblet. He waited as she addressed the hall.

"Can I please have your attention, we will now find out who our chosen champions are. If your name comes out of the Goblet, then please walk into the room at the back of the hall."

Minerva was interrupted by the Goblet flame glowing blue, before it spat out a piece of Parchment. "The champion for Beauxbaton is Fleur Delacour."

Harry watched Fleur stand up to applause. Before she walked into the room at the back of the hall. Everyone turned back to the goblet as it spat out another piece of parchment. Minerva caught It and read it. "The Champion for Drumstrang is Victor krum."

Like Fleur Krum stood to applause and cheers before walking into the room. The Goblet again turned blue and spat out another piece of parchment. Minerva again caught it and read it. "The Hogwarts Champion his Cedric Diggory."

Harry lowered his head. He watched Cedric stand and walk away from thier table to the small room. He vowed that Cedric would live this time. If need be he would stun him, taking the cup to the graveyard by himself, no one was going to die this time. He could feel the pimples on his skin rising as just like before the goblet turned blue, spitting out another piece of parchment. Minerva caught it and her eyes widened once she had seen the name. She gulped then shouted.

"Daphne Peverell"

Great Hall

The hall fell silent as Professor McGonagall shouted again. "Daphne Peverell".

Just as the professor had finished reading out her name, the great hall started to shake. Everyone wondered what was causing it. The hall then gasped as they all look to the Phoenix table, they watched as Harry's eyes flashed.

"What did you just say professor!"

Minerva, gulped, she knew her godson, would be pissed off but she never knew he would be this pissed. The very sight of him, made her a full grown witch, shiver with fear.

"Lord Hogwarts, your wife Lady Peverell as been entered in to the tournament and needs to go with the other champions."

The great hall shook again. "Like hell she is, I knew this competition would be trouble." He said this with staring right at Crouch/Moody.

"My wife will not be competing and that is final."

"Lord Hogwarts your wife as no choice, she has to enter. When someone name is turned out by the Goblet, they are entered into a contract, if she fails to compete then she will lose her magic."

Harry Looked straight at Crouch Snr. If looks could kill, then Crouch Snr. would be pushing up daisies. The great hall waited with bated breath as Harry stepped away from his table drawing his wand. He walked straight up and stood a few feet from the Goblet. He channelled his magic, the blasting hex was on the edge of his tongue when he heard a female voice.

"Harry wait, don't destroy the Goblet. If I have to enter then I will do so."

All the anger Harry was feeling started to subside, he turned to his wife with concern in his green eyes. "Are you sure Daphne?"

Daphne walked up to her husband and wrapped her arms around him, burying her head in his chest. She felt Harry arms wrap around her, and his head rest in the crook of her neck. He whispered in her ear.

"I don't want to lose you Daphne, several times,this bloody competition nearly cost me my life, I just can't deal with you being in constant danger."

Daphne looked up and smiled. She kissed him gently. "We will get through this together. After all we still have the advantage, even if it didn't exactly turn out as it did last time."

Harry Nodded and wrapped his arm around her, before leading her to the small room. He stopped when he heard Crouch speak again.

"Lord Hogwarts where are you going? Only the champions are permitted into the room..."

Crouch never got to finish his sentence as he found the tip of Harry's wand pointing between his eyes. He looked into the face of the young Lord and almost wet himself at the glowing neon green eyes, now only a few meters from him.

"This is my home Crouch, I do what I please. Fuck the Ministry, Fuck the tournament and its rules, I will be with Daphne every step of the way in this, and if you cross me, so help me, I will rip you to shreds piece by piece. Do I make myself Clear!"

Crouch eyed the wand, then slowly nodded. "Yes My Lord."

Crouch watched the young Lord turned on his heels, his robes billowed behind him. A certain professor at the head table smiled into his pumpkin juice, as he watched his godson latch on to his wife's arm and led her to the small room.

Small room Great Hall

The other three champions stood waiting, they had all heard through the door what had just been said, they all had their own feeling on the matter. Cedric felt sorry for his fellow house mate, after all Daphne was not even 15 and was now facing a challenge that most fully grown wizards would run from. He had also felt the small quake, and Knew that it wasn't natural, the waves of ambient magic that had been slamming against the door ws also unnatural. He gathered that it must have been Harry causing it, as no one had that type of power, not even the previous headmaster could match that.

Fleur was a little bit angry, that Hogwarts would have a huge advantage with two champions in the competition, the fact it was also one of Harry's wives who was entered, made it worse. Ever sense the meeting in the summer, she had been Jealous of the three girls. She was upset when her father had told her that he had refused to take her and Gabby as his consorts. Harry was everything Fleur wanted in a mate, he was kind, caring, honest, powerful and on top of that extremely wealthy. She had hoped to prove to him in this competition, that she wasn't just a pretty face, and hoped that maybe in the future then Harry would rethink his stance on the whole consort thing. Now that plan was ruined with his wife being entered, which meant, he would be spending more time worrying about her then he would about anyone else.

Victor was confused by the whole situation, they had all been told about the age line, so how had a 15 year old girl, managed to get her name in. Also he himself was worried how the young Lord would react. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that the young Lord loved his wives very much, also the raw magic that had rolled off the young Lord during the welcome feast was truly frightening. He had been glad to stand up and apologised, as he had been worried what the young Lord would have done to them all. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the chamber door opening. He watched as Daphne nervously stood next to Cedric, with her husband just behind her with his arms wrapped around her.

Before anyone could start arguing, Crouch Snr and Ludo Bagman entered, followed close by Professor McGonagall. Once everyone was in the arguments begin.

"What is the meaning of this Crouch, you told us that no one under 16 could enter this competition, now we find that Hogwarts has two champions, I vote we are also allowed another champion, to make it fair."

Karkaroff finished his rant by glaring at Daphne, however he failed to notice that a certain green eye wizard was watching him very carefully.

Crouch sighed. "I am sorry Professor, but that won't be happening. Now due to the binding magic of the Goblet, our hands are tied and Lady Peverell most compete. She will be the fourth champion."

Madame Maxine was next to show her displeasure. "Its is absurd, Hogwarts as two champions where we each have one, not to mention that she his the wife of the very person, who owns this school, giving her a huge advantage over us two."

She said this, gesturing to the now frowning professor from Drumstrang.

Harry had heard enough, they were all blaming his wife, Harry gritted his teeth, he was going to have a little one on one chat with a certain Defence against the Dark Arts professor later, but now he knew he needed to step in. His eyes flashed green again as everyone continued to argue.

"Enough, "Silenco Maximus."

The spell flooded the room, preventing everyone, except him and Daphne talking.

"Now that we have some silence, I have a few things to say. One my wife did not enter her name in the Goblet, she has been with me all weekend. This I swear on my magic, so mote it be."

The blinding light of the oath was so intense that everyone shielded there eyes, until the light vanished.

"Secondly, if I hear anyone making her life hell in this competition, then they will find themselves answering to my wand, and trust me what I do will leave a permanent imprint on you for life. Thirdly, if it wasn't for the binding contract that my wife is trapped in, then she would walk away from this competition, so I am warning you all now, mess with her and you will answer to me, is that clear!"

Everyone in the room eyes widened at the display of power and all nodded. Harry raised his wand and waved it.

"Finite!" Once everyone knew the spell had ended, they kept silent, just in case they started Harry off again.

Later that night

Barty Crouch Jnr grinned as he sat down enjoying a glass of his fire whiskey. The Dark Lords plan was in motion. He looked into the mirror near his desk and growled. It seems not even poly-juice would cover up the brand mark, the brat had left on him. However there was one thing that troubled him. Severus no longer had the dark mark, he had got a look at his right wrist to see nothing, however the colouring was off just a little, which made him wonder if it was even a real arm. He was about to take a another drink of his fire whiskey, when his wards alerted him that someone was at the door. He got up out of his chair and pretended to hobble down the steps holding his fake staff. He went to open the door. As soon as the door was opened he was blasted back, straight across the classroom. He hit his head on the back wall, although the blow didn't knock him out, it was enough to leave him mildly stunned. He felt around for his wand, that's when he saw two glowing green orbs through his clouded vision. Once he had come back to his senses he gulped, as he recognised those eyes anywhere. The brat was here and he was pissed.

Harry looked at the crumbled heap on the floor, he drew his wand and began to ward the room, with extremely powerful silencing charms. Once he was satisfied he turned back to see Crouch Jnr slowly getting up. Harry growled and swished his wand through the air, he banished Crouch back against the wall again.

"Did I say you could get up! You piece of filth."

Harry slowly walked towards the now down Crouch, keeping his wand pointed at him at all times. He soon found Crouch at his feet, forcing his magic through his feet, he kicked Crouch in the ribs. He heard a sickening crack and grinned.

"I warned you not to fucking mess with me Crouch, so what does Tommy boy and his bum lover do. You enter my wife into the competition." Harry kicked him again and heard more cracks. He pointed his wand down at Crouch, and grinned. "You thought his Crucio was bad, well have a taste of mine. Crucio!"

Crouch screamed in agony as he was hit with so much pain. The young lord had been correct when he had said that his curse was more powerful then his masters. His whole body screamed in pain. Never had his master held him under this long. He felt his body shutting down, he started to drift into blackness, when he felt the curse lifted. Crouch tried to crawl away, but found he couldn't. He looked up to those glowing green eyes and wet himself instantly. Harry banished him against the wall again.

"You disgusting pig." Crouch then screamed as again he was placed under the torture curse. He screamed for 30 seconds before he felt it lifted again. He cried out

"Enough, no more. Please no more."

Harry ignored him, and levitated him against the wall. He grinned.

"I see my little gift is still visible on your ugly mug. You and Tommy boy, might think your clever, but with what you just did, I will make you suffer ten times over."

Harry then picked up Crouch's wand, he ran his own over it, forcing it to glow.

"In case your wondering, I have just placed a curse on your wand. You will only be able to cast spells that we are required to know. Try casting any of the unforgivable, and well you wont like the outcome. Now Oblivate."

Harry's Suite

Hermione and Astoria sat hugging Daphne, now the event had taken place of her being forced into the tournament, the realisation had finally hit her. She remembered how scared she was just by watching Harry do the tasks, now she had to complete them herself. She knew Harry wouldn't be happy, and her thoughts proved right, when he had told all three of them that he was going to pay a certain professor a visit. Daphne then began to think about the task. The first was retrieving an egg from a dragon, she knew she was good a flying, but no where near good enough to out fly a dragon, so using the idea Harry had used in the previous time-line was out. She then thought about transfiguring something to keep the dragon occupied while she sneaked up and stole the egg. Her eyes widened at an idea, however it would depend on Harry having a certain item on him, at the task. She looked up as she heard the portrait swing open, admitting Harry. She watched Harry walk across the common room, before dropping into his favourite arm chair. Daphne got up and walked over, she climbed onto his lap and rested her head against his chest.

"How did it go with Crouch? You didn't kill him did you."

Harry kissed the top of her head. "No, but I was so close too. In the end I used the torture curse on him, however he won't know that I have used it."

Hermione brows raised. "Exactly why won't he know?

Harry looked over to his other wife. "I oblivated him of the events, he will still feel the effects tomorrow, but he will think his pain is self inflicted, by being drunk and stumbling everywhere. I also cursed his wand, so that he can't teach any of the unforgivable curses to us this year. I will allow him to carry out Tommy boys plan, but once that is done, well lets just say he will be joining his lover boy in hell very soon."
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