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Duel Enrollment	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 61760 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 32
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The Rita tied to the bed grimaced, not liking the comparison, but she couldn’t do anything except watch the fashion show that followed ...
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Minerva smiled as she watched the eager Hogwarts students gather at the windows, “I was skeptical at first-“
“I know. You made that very clear.” An amused Severus whispered back earning a playful nudge from the older professor. The fluffy small black cat-like creature with bat wings on the potion master’s shoulder barely noticed the shove and stayed perfectly balanced on Severus.
“Hush you.” Minerva light chided her smart ass colleague, but then gently patted the adorable cat creature. “Sorry, Obi, but your wizard is a smart ass.” She said revealing that the cat-bat creature was Severus’ familiar. Finally, she smiled at the students softly. “They needed this distraction.” She said and chuckled lightly as the students cheered when a carriage being pulled by flying horses flew past the windows and a massive ship rose out of the lake.
“Indeed.” Severus said, but the presence of the minister reminded the current headmaster of Hogwarts of the real reason this tournament was taking place.
Minerva placed her wand at her throat to amplify her voice, “Everyone, have a seat in the Great Hall! We’ll meet our guests there!”
“All our guests.” Severus whispered as the minister passed him carrying a large fancy goblet.
The minister nodded, “We’ll see soon … where should I put this?” He asked when they made it to the staff table and wasn’t sure where to put the goblet. Of all the things they planned for the spot for the goblet was not one of them.
“Allow me.” Minerva said and she absentmindedly turned a feather an owl left behind from this morning’s mail into a pedestal.
“Thank you.” Cornelius said as he set the goblet down though Minerva wasn’t listening. She was too busy watching the students take their seats.
Once Severus saw that everyone was seated he saw a long beautiful rich brown banner appear hanging from the ceiling, “Now I would like to introduce,“ gold letters spelling out Durmstrang Institute appeared on the banner proving Hogwarts wanted to help. “Durmstrang Institute!!” He announced as his familiar flew up and perched on the top of the banner to watch everyone enter the room.
The doors of the Great Hall flew open dramatically and the Hogwarts students watched in awe. With the headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, in the lead the 17 year old group of Durmstrang students into the eating hall. They marched in a well rehearsed routine while displaying an impressive array of fire spells. At least, it was an impressive demonstration to the Hogwarts students and some of the staff. Severus and the new groundskeeper, on the other hand, looked bored.
Severus scoffed when the Durmstrang performance was done, “Yeah … and our next guest is the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!” He said once the banner displayed the next name.
With the towering headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime, leading the way the next group of students waltzed in. Quite literally waltzed in or, at least, they did a whimsical dance. A dance complete with a magical flurry of conjured birds.
“I should probably remove the birds.” The brown haired, fairly tall, tanned groundskeeper muttered just loud enough for Severus to hear as he saw that the birds flew into the hall. With recent creature trouble this school has had it seems the castle refused to just let the birds fly out and into the potentially dangerous forest. All the small windows closed up, apparently waiting for someone to reverse the birds.
Maxime looked at the groundskeeper, “Our horses only take single malt whiskies.”
Severus noticed the odd look on the groundskeeper’s face, “Thank you, John.” He said and the groundskeeper left to get the birds and feed the flying horses their odd meal. Once the doors to the Great Hall the banner changed to display the next name. “Next I’d like to introduce the last school-“
“What is this about?” Igor bellowed only to flinch when Severus shot him a look and the cat-bat creature growled at him from above. He cleared his throat. “Why is there a fourth school when the Tri-wizard Tournament only has three?” He asked and gasped like everyone else when the large windows opened revealing a wolf shaped cloud bounding towards them. The large doors of the Great Hall shook when the massive wolf howled.
“Actually that’s a common misconception.” Cornelius said just barely catching everyone’s attention. “The Tri in Tri-wizard is for the three tasks, not the number of schools participating.”
Severus snorted in amusement, “As I was saying … our final guest is the Legerdemain Academy of Sorcery!” He announced as the smoke-like wolf cloud descended towards the windows.
The wolf separated into three wolves and each smoke-like beast floated through a different window of the Great Hall. Out of the smoke trail left by the wolves came dozens of glowing bubbles. As the gold glowing bubbles floated to the floor everyone realized the students, who were not wearing uniforms like the students from the three other schools, were inside the bubbles. While the bubbles floated down to the floor the windows closed and the smoke like wolves merged back into one large wolf.
“Severus! I’m glad to see you’re doing well as a headmaster.” The wolf said as it shifted into none other than Brian White.
Severus smirked, “Trying to be subtle, I see.” He said dryly as the bubbles all landed gently on the floor one at a time and popped revealing several dozen students, who ranged from 5 to17 years old, standing in a few neat rows.
The minister smiled and stood tall, “Now that everyone is here we can start the tournament! There will be three mystery tasks. Two people from each school will be picked to participate and you’ll work as a team to complete each task. Today will be a relaxing day of getting to know each other and a chance to put your name in this goblet if you’d like a chance to participate! This goblet will pick the people on about the same level so everything is fair. The drawing will take place at the end of the day!”
Severus raised his hand so the excitedly chatting students would quiet down, “Keep in mind Hogwarts is watching and so are our portraits and ghosts so I want everyone to have fun and eat, but behave.” He said as the magical castle added several tables for everyone and the food appeared.
No one noticed the minister looking at one particular student. After all, giving everyone the chance to mingle was so one person could meet and look at as many people as possible. However, Julian hasn’t signaled that any student, headmaster, caretaker or the drivers of the different modes of transport were actually Dumbledore in disguise. They hoped he’d turn up or the trap would fail …
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From behind a pair of classy glasses the annoyed eyes of Rita Skeeter watched the students chatting outside as she sashayed towards Hogwarts, “No uniforms… that’s disrespectful.” Rita smirked when she spotted an interesting detail about one child and used a little magic. She whispered something and suddenly a fight started and the very amused witch strutted away letting the chaos unfold.
With her matching red high heels clacking across the stones she made her way to a bathroom. A very specific haunted girls bathroom, to be exact. When she went in she found a ghost of a young girl crying.
“It can’t be! There has to be a mistake! Albus would never … he had me. When was there even an investigation?” The ghost ranted through her tears.
Rita scoffed in amusement, “Haven’t you been paying attention, stupid girl?” Rita said condescendingly.
The ghost, widely known as Moaning Myrtle, scowled at the witch, “You didn’t know him!”
“Sure.” Rita said with a smirk. “Despite the romantic promise to pass over with you if you stayed there were 30 girls after your death who were also romanced and killed by-“
“You lie! He wouldn’t … we were …” Myrtle floated down and sat on the side of the bath silently.
Rita plopped onto the side of the bath and, yet again, made herself a drink with the items in her purse, “Deeply in love … he craved your beauty … he was your first.” She smirked as she saw the wide eyed ghost. “Like I said, he has used this trick before. It’s very effective on desperate lonely girls like you. I suspect he used it before you as well as after.”
“But … he wouldn’t kill anyone! The gold eyes killed me! I don’t believe you!” The ghost screamed and floated higher up as if to try and be threatening.
“First off, there was an investigation. After all, they wouldn’t execute him without all the proof they no doubt found and I bet it started with your death.” Rita said and sipped her drink calmly. “Your death was different from the others in many ways. You were the only one at Hogwarts. He wanted to just wipe all his ladies’ memories, but there was a risk that they’d die and they’d remember everything as ghosts so he used a few extra spells to prevent them from becoming ghosts after killing them. It was easier to control everything if he just killed those foolish girls before they stupidly thought they’d get anything else from him-“
Myrtle shook her transparent head frantically, “It was the eyes that killed me!”
“Nope. Tests proved it. The basilisk was harmless.” Rita cheerfully said not caring about the ghost at all. “All that basilisk did was throw Albus off his game. Of course, it clearly didn’t matter that he accidentally let your ghost form. After all, you truly believed that the eyes killed you. All he had to do was get you to promise to be quiet about your relationship, which was easy, and drive the one witness insane.” Rita sipped her drink and stood up to look the ghost in the eyes. “You weren’t his one and only. You weren’t his first or last. You were by no means the prettiest. Your death caught the attention of the Auror who’d become the minister and he hates you for it, but still you’re nothing special. Just a hole to fill in life and a loyal bitch in death. A death he caused personally.”
With an uncaring sniff the reporter walked straight through the ghost and out of the bathroom. Over the sound of her heels colliding against stone she could hear the ghost scream and descend into a mental breakdown. It was those howls of despair that made her pause a moment. She closed her eyes, her lips twisted into a peaceful smile and just listened as if she was savoring the sounds of heartbreak.
“One down … now who should I get revenge on next?” Rita whispered under her breath as she looked out the window.
In the distance she spotted Severus and Brian talking to the students she influenced into fighting. With a casual stroll she soon came to the Great Hall and saw the remaining students who were still munching on the buffet of food. Most importantly, however, she saw the minister sitting near the goblet and a smirk came to her lips. After a quick sip she put her drink into her other hand and pulled out her enchanted notepad.
“Minister Fudge! Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet! Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about this fascinating tournament?” Rita asked cheerfully with a slightly flirty wink and her notepad and quill floating obediently behind her.
The minister smiled and shook her hand, “Of course! Where would you like to start?”
“Is there a reason you choose to set up this tournament now so soon after the death of the wizard who was once so beloved and admired?” Rita asked innocently while her quill scratched down what said before stopping and waiting for the minister to answer.
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Brian bounded out of a high window in his wolf form and bolted over to the fight now involving 6 students including Julian, “What is going on here?” He bellowed in his wolf form before turning into his human form.
“That guy attacked Charlie, headmaster!” A 17 year old from Legerdemain exclaimed as he pointed at one of the students wearing a Durmstrang uniform.
The Durmstrang student broke away from the other students holding him back, “That’s a werewolf!” He yelled and pointed to the red haired 15 year old student standing with the fellow students who defended him.
Brian shrugged, “and? It looks like you attacked him so you’re getting the punishment. You do realize no one outside the three-“
“Two!” Everyone turned to see Severus running over with the other headmaster and headmistress. His familiar was flying high in the sky keeping an eye on things. “If the school year wasn’t already started by the time I took charge I would have allowed creatures into Hogwarts. Merlin knows I’d prefer the one night of easily contained trouble over those acromantulas.” Severus said dryly. “By the way, Dumbledore was the only one who stopped creature enrollments. He only snuck one werewolf in who he didn’t treat right.” Severus said pointedly, actually stunning the students who weren’t from Legerdemain.
Igor scoffed, “I still find it hard to believe that one of my students started anything.”
“Then let’s see.” Brian said and whispered a spell and touched the earth under their feet. Pale versions of the students appeared and re-enacted exactly what happened just moments ago. It proved that the Durmstrang student was the one who attacked first and that everyone else tried to stop the fight or just got carried away.
Severus smirked, “Cedric, you earned Hufflepuff 50 points for trying to stop the fight.” He looked at Igor, “Hogwarts won’t allow your troublemaker’s name to be entered.” He said before walking away with the Legerdemain students, headmaster and Cedric. “Most students are too stupid to notice who’s a werewolf so I didn’t think this would happen. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I don’t think he was completely to blame. We were just showing windless magic and he just snapped … I honestly don’t think he actually figured it out on his own.” Charlie said.
Brian nodded, “I’ll bring that up with his headmaster, but you should rest.” He said, but he and Brian saw the tiny occamy zip in front of them and make a figure eight in the air before zipping back to Julian. What followed was an odd shift of magic in the stones.
Cedric frowned, “Are you ok? Should I get Poppy? She’s our resident medi-witch.” He explained, but said nothing else despite seeing the odd exchange between the headmasters, the occamy and Julian. Julian was especially acting odd. It was as if the castle was telling him something and it worried him. Cedric decided to bring it up in a more private setting just in case it was important.
Charlie shook his head, “Nah. Headmaster Brian gave everyone a heads up about what could happen. I’m one of the tougher werewolves at school so I came first to test the waters. As you can see I’m fine.” He said with a grin.
“Perhaps we should bring this up with the minister.” Julian said, hinting to the headmasters that something was wrong. The other students decided to make some lunch when they entered the Great Hall. Cedric sat down with them, but glanced at Julian who walked over to the minister with both headmasters. Julian froze once he spotted the woman the minister was talking with, but noticed the boy hid his fear just as fast as it appeared.
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The minister nodded sadly, “It’s precisely because he was held on a pedestal that I thought, “ He paused for a split second as if contemplating how to word his response when in reality he spotted the tiny occamy flying circles over the unsuspecting reporter's head. “Everyone needed something to help people see that the world is bigger than one old backstabbing wizard.” He mentally smirked when Rita’s jaw subtly stiffened before she took a sip of her drink. Cornelius turned as Brian, Severus and Julian stepped up to them. He locked eyes with Julian and Julian nodded. “I’d like you all to meet Rita Skeeter.” He said pointing to the witch he knew now was actually Dumbledore.
Severus nodded in greeting as Obi flew through the window and perched on his shoulder, “I hope that isn’t an alcoholic drink.”
Rita smiled, “Of course not.”
They knew she wasn’t lying. After all, you couldn’t put alcohol into a Poly Juice potion, but they had to play along with Dumbledore’s act until the real Rita Skeeter was saved ...
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