Ryan got a shock to find himself facing the Fat Lady already. He had barely noticed where his feet were carrying him. It was also a surprise to see that she was not alone in her frame. The wizened witch who had flitted into her neighbor's painting when he had joined the champions downstairs was now sitting smugly beside the Fat Lady. She must have dashed through every picture lining seven staircases to reach here before him. Both she and the Fat Lady were looking down at him with the keenest interest.
"Well, well, well," said the Fat Lady, "Violet's just told me everything. Who's just been chosen as school champion, then?"
Ryan just clapped Harry on the shoulder and said well I think that it's good me and him are both champions double the chance to win eh. Harry said the password The blast of noise that met Ryan's ears when the portrait opened almost knocked him backward. Next thing he knew, he was being wrenched inside the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands, and was facing the whole of Gryffindor House, all of whom were screaming, applauding, and whistling.
"You should've told us you'd entered!" bellowed Fred; he looked half annoyed, half deeply impressed.
"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" roared George.
"I literally stood across the line and threw it in" Ryan said. "Harry however was framed someone else put his name in under a different school or something." needless to say they were all shocked both at the simple way to put his name in and Harry getting screwed over. Also side note at the point the goblet was stored away and Ryan had his shadow steal it he planned to use it for elections in his kingdom if he could figure out how to tweak it maybe it could be integrated into the system he knew his world would get big and he could use mayors and such but he would always be king. Just had a little micromanagement. he doesn't need to take care of it all. Anyway a party practically blew up in the common room even the slightly depressed Harry had fun then everyone headed to bed at like 2 am Ryan with 5 girls the lucky fellow. no sexy time tonight he was rather tuckered out and so were the girls. They next morning they went downstairs after Ryan showed fleur their workout routine and his kingdom and explained everything to her and apparently he gained the ability to bond his girls when having sex with them he received some ravenous eyes from them all including Bella in the castle. They crossed the entrance hall quickly without looking in at the Great Hall didn't want to deal with a crowd of fans this early he may be handsome but he doesn't like to be crowded, and were soon striding across the lawn toward the lake, where the Durmstrang ship was moored, reflected blackly in the water. Harry was calmed down a lot when his parents and Sirius and lupin said they would help him practice. It was a chilly morning, and they kept moving, munching their toast, during potions Harrys stalker Colin called then for the weighing of the wands.He was in a fairly small classroom; most of the desks had been pushed away to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle; three of them, however, had been placed end-to-end in front of the blackboard and covered with a long length of velvet. Five chairs had been set behind the velvet-covered desks, and Ludo Bagman was sitting in one of them, talking to a witch Ryan had never seen before, who was wearing magenta robes then it clicked he forgot about that cunt Rita Skeeter he was going to threaten her so she wouldn't bug him or fleur. Bagman suddenly spotted Harry, got up quickly, and bounded forward.
"Ah, here he is! Champion number four! In you come, Harry, in you come. . . nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment -"
"Wand weighing?" Harry repeated nervously.
"We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead," said Bagman. "The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter," he added, gesturing toward the witch in magenta robes. "She's doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet. . . . "
"Maybe not that small, Ludo," said Rita Skeeter, her eyes on Harry and Ryan.
Her hair was set in elaborate and curiously rigid curls that contrasted oddly with her heavy-jawed face. She wore jeweled spectacles. The thick fingers clutching her crocodile-skin handbag ended in two-inch nails, painted crimson.
"I wonder if I could have a little word with Harry and Ryan before we start?" she said to Bagman, but still gazing fixedly at Boys. "The youngest champions, you know. . . to add a bit of color?""Certainly!" cried Bagman. "That is – if Harry has no objection?"
"Er -" said Harry and Ryan narrowed his eyes.
"Lovely," said Rita Skeeter, and in a second, her scarlet-taloned fingers had their upper arms in a surprisingly strong grip, and she was steering them out of the room again and opening a nearby door"We don't want to be in there with all that noise," she said. "Let's see. . . ah, yes, this is nice and cozy. "
It was a broom cupboard. They stared at her.
"Come along, dears– that's right – lovely," said Rita Skeeter pushing Harry down onto a cardboard box, and closing the door be"Let's see now. . . " Before she could finish Ryan had her by the throat slamming her against the wall. Harry looked on in shock but quickly pulled put his wand aiming at the woman Ryan was holding what a good lad he catches on quick. "First things first I don't like being touched by strangers my parent taught me better. Second miss Skeeter I know all about someone's illegal water beetle animagus." her eyes went wide. "I also know you have a lot of enemies in the ministry and they could make your life quite hard you see before you graduate from hogwarts your fine to not register your form but after if you don't register you get fines and Azkaban time isn't that neat i wonder who all in the ministry would pay to see you just dissappear on the trip there." he leaned in closer pulling out his wand and said in a chilly voice. "they never did find out who killed those people at the quidditch world cup did they I bet they wouldn't find out who happened to dump your dead body in an alley if you write the shit you usually do about any of us including my nice wife fleur and my friend Harry here" his wand was glowing avada kadavra green at this point right above her heart which was pumping super fast and she let out a strangled cry. He let her go. she gasped out a promise with pure terror in her eyes as she couldn't prove anything or tell anyone about this who would believe her a mass killer of over 60 people right in front of her staring her down with an intimidating look next to the boy who lived also giving her a cold look both with wands pointed at her. "well this has been a nice chat Don't you think Harry?" "Quite" he replied as the both left the room and headed back leaving the shocked woman behind rubbing her throat. he let fleur hear it all mentally so she knew what was happening she was a bit over protective of him but he liked that. the wand weighing went well with some jokes to fleur about her polishing his wand which she blushed about then everyone left to go to dinner all in all it was fun.