Harry entered the arena and saw thousands of faces looking at him from their seats. He could see himself on the enormous mirrors that were placed around the stadium. To his confusion, he didn't see the dragon; in fact, the arena seemed to be empty. He activated his mage sight and sensed a ward. He frowned as he didn't like to go forward and find himself in a trap.
The audience watched Harry close his eyes for a few seconds. He then, to everyone's intense shock, didn't move forward like the other three champions had done. Instead, he slowly walked around, one step at a time, while his right hand was raised in the air as if he was searching for something.
"Look at that everyone!" shouted Bagman. "It looks like our youngest champion is doing something unconventional. Just what is he up to? The other champions just walked right through it to find the ring of fire in their path, but it seems Hadrian Potter thinks something is amiss."
After nearly a minute, he found it. Every ward always had a trigger for something else, and he had found his. There were more advanced ones that hid it better, but this was designed with NEWT students in mind. Besides, he had dealt with its kind before. Harry caught hold of a magical grip in mid-air, and using his wand that was in his left hand, he tapped the ward grip. Immediately, something started shimmering in front of him, and he took his chance.
"Bomborda Maxima" he said mentally. A white beam of light flew from his wand and hit the ward. There were flashes of light as the ward came down. As the magical disturbance cleared, Harry looked around and his eyes widened.
The crowd roared and Bagman shouted, his voice booming "Outstanding!" he shouted. "Our youngest champion knows more about warding and curse breaking than those older than him! And what was that method? Was he sensing magic? He literally felt the ward trigger without uttering a word, and then blasted it apart! Such subtlety and advanced knowledge are not seen even by the most experienced witches and wizards. Sweet Merlin, he is surely a one to watch out for."
But Harry wasn't listening to them. Staring at him were three ten foot long Blast-Ended Skrewts. Harry couldn't believe that the Triwizard Committee would actually breed Fire Crabs with Manticores and violate a law just for the blasted tournament. The Skrewts were inching forward towards him. Harry acted fast. He knew from fire crabs that their shells protected them from most minor to medium spells; and this hybrid would probably be worse, given that it had the deadly power of a manticore as well. Conventional tactics won't work and he did not want to get anywhere near those creatures.
Harry pointed his wand and dug three deep holes in the ground. He ensured that they were diagonal to the path of the incoming Skrewts.
"Wingardium Leviosa" he said mentally, and all three Skrewts rose above the ground.
"Aguamenti!" he cast and a very large and forceful jet of water flew from the tip of his wand and impacted the underside of the Skrewts. Being fire creatures, water was their disadvantage. Finally, he used the water still remaining on the creatures and cast "Glacius"
The Skrewts froze in ice, and Harry dropped each of them in individual holes in the ground. He then proceeded to encounter another ward. He didn't hear the crowd cheering for him loudly as there were wards in place so that the champion didn't get distracted due to the noise.
"Amazing! Spectacular! Brilliant!" yelled Bagman over the crowd of cheering people. "He didn't even scratch himself, while the other three champions struggled to get past those creatures! Good Lord, did you see him levitate all three of them at the same time, and still use spells while maintaining the charm? I just can't believe it! Sheer genius, Ladies and Gentlemen; fire creatures don't react well to water. And he used it on the most vulnerable part of the beast and put them in pits so that they couldn't get out. What a stroke of brilliance from Hadrian Potter!"
"A compulsion charm weaved into a notice me not ward?" whispered Harry to himself as he examined the ward in front of him. "Nice touch. It would make the champions walk right through it and fall into the next trap. I'm impressed."
Harry similarly disabled the ward which prevented him access and saw a huge Hungarian Horntail resting close to her eggs, or truthfully, charmed fakes that looked like eggs. He saw a gleam of gold in the dragon's nest and he knew that he had to get the golden egg. He had figured out what to do a few days ago, but he didn't know if it would work. Okay, time to start.
Harry silently cast a disillusionment charm on himself and used a natural air freshening charm to remove his scent while silencing his feet. He was completely invisible to the naked eye.
"Did he just disillusion himself silently?" asked Bagman in disbelief. "Sweet Merlin, he's only fourteen years old! Just how talented is he? But then again, we're talking about a boy who killed a seventy-foot long basilisk when he was twelve, so that's saying something!"
Harry then looked at the Dragon, who was looking around for any threats. Once he was confident that the dragon had not detected him, he silently said "Expecto Patronum"
Three enormous silver thunderbirds erupted from the tip of his wand and flew towards the dragon. The patroni would help calm the dragon so that it would accept the offering.
"Accio Hagrid's roosters" said Harry. The thunderbird patroni were flying around the dragon who seemed to be enjoying the company, but it was only due to the happiness and positivity being radiated from them that the dragon didn't attack them.
"Are my eyes deceiving me?" said Bagman, as the crowd screamed as they had never screamed before. "Did Hadrian Potter just conjure three fully corporeal patroni at the same time? Just what is that kid made of? Conjuring just one is incredibly difficult, but conjuring three at the same time is something no one has ever heard of! Mr Potter surely has created a new record today! Good Lord, pretty soon, we'll probably have a chocolate frog card in his name, no doubt" he said as the crowd laughed and cheered.
Pretty soon, a dozen roosters flew into the arena due to the summoning charm. Harry cast an Enlargement charm on them to make them bigger and then made sure they wouldn't escape. He purposely kept them a bit away from the nest so that he could approach it with safety. He then cast charms on the roosters that made them give out an aroma that would definitely excite the dragon.
He was right. With the patroni dancing around, the dragon was already very happy, and now it had a meal as well. It looked around, and after making sure there was nothing that could be a threat to its eggs, it went forward to roast the chickens and eat them. While it was happily feasting on them, Harry quickly went to the nest and removed the golden egg and carried it away from the dragon, and into a safe enclosure. He cancelled the disillusionment charm and the patroni too disappeared. The crowd roared loudly.
"Look at that!" yelled Bagman. "Just look at that! Our youngest champion is the quickest to get his egg, and he did it without even a scratch on his body! Is that amazing or what? Merlin, this is surely going to shorten the odds on Mr Potter! Congratulations to Hadrian James Potter on getting through the first task of the Triwizard Tournament! Now, our judges have a few minutes to decide their scores."
Harry was shaking from head to toe as he walked towards the medical tent. He had done it. Apparently, the dragon wasn't the only task, but there were others as well, but he had finished the task without harming the dragon and without getting injured. He was actually very proud of himself. Suddenly, a body slammed into him and he grunted because of the sudden pressure.
"I told you I'd be alright" he said grinning into her hair as Daphne hugged him tightly. She released him and proceeded to kiss him forcefully and passionately. Harry put the other hand that wasn't holding the egg around her and returned it with happiness, just as someone cleared their throat.
They broke apart to see Sirius and Amelia Black along with Cyrus and Elizabeth Greengrass looking at them with amused expressions on their faces. Daphne blushed brightly, but Harry didn't care. He gave the egg to Daphne and pounced on Sirius and Amelia, grabbing them both in a hug at the same time, and then did the same to the older Greengrasses as well.
"I'm so proud of you" said Sirius, once again grabbing his godson in a hug. "Merlin I was so worried."
"As were we" said Elizabeth smiling widely. "You were amazing Harry!"
"You were the best of them all!" shouted a voice. Harry turned and saw Neville grinning at him, with Susan, Hannah, Tracy and Astoria standing next to him. Harry went over and gave a hug to them as well. He was ecstatic and was pumping with adrenaline. Once done, they heard Bagman say, "The judges have decided on the scores for Mr Hadrian Potter. First up, Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons"
Maxime pointed her wand in the air and shot out a large ribbon, which twisted to form a large ten. The crowd roared. Dumbledore too shot out a ten from his wand. Traditionally, two people from the hosting government would also be on the judging panel; but this time, the ICW, to ensure that there would be absolute fair play, had invited the heads of two other countries to judge each task. Not only that, but all judges also had to sign contracts that said that they should award points without bias, so there was no room for any discrimination. The President of Magical Brazil shot out a ten as well. The Minister of Magic of South Africa awarded Harry ten. Finally, Karkaroff, who looked like he was going to be sick, pointed his wand in the air and shot out a ribbon which twisted itself to form - a ten.
"Spectacular!" yelled Bagman over the cheering crowd. "Hadrian Potter scores a perfect score – fifty points! He is in first place, followed by Victor Krum of Durmstrang who scored 41 points; Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons who scored 38 points and Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts who scored 37 points! Congratulations to all four of them! The second task will be held on the 24th of February! Thank you all for coming! The First Task of the Triwizard Tournament officially comes to a close"
"You scored a perfect score!" yelled Daphne and she literally pounced on him, hugging him tightly. Harry grinned as he held on to her. He really was proud of himself and couldn't stop grinning. The first task was done.
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"The eggs weren't real" shouted a wizard of the Triwizard Committee at the Head Dragon Keeper. "We had a contract. The dragons were probably docile because they couldn't sense the eggs!"
"Sir" said Head Keeper Dorian nervously. "I was only following instructions from my superior, sir. He absolutely refused to let the eggs anywhere near the arena -"
"We thought you were the one in charge, Dorian" another witch snapped. "Just who is this boss of yours?"
"That would be me" said a voice.
Everyone turned to look at Lord Hadrian Potter standing at the doorway. "Potter?" said a man in disbelief. "Just what do you have to do with this? And how did you find out about the dragons? That means you knew about the task beforehand! We will be reporting you for cheating."
Harry's eyes flashed bright green and his aura flared. "I have a title, Mr Sunder" said Harry quietly.
"My apologies, Lord Potter" said the man with great effort. He clearly didn't like bowing down to a fourteen-year-old boy. "But the fact of the matter is, you had no right to -"
"That's where you're wrong, Mr Sunder" said Harry. "The dragon reserve from where you ordered the four dragons for the first task is owned by me. Did you think I don't keep track of my investments? And please tell me what your problem is with regard to the eggs."
"The eggs were not real" said Sunder testily. "We had a contract that said -"
"-that said that you need four nesting mother dragons with eggs" finished Harry. "But you never specified that they had to be dragon eggs. We could as well have brought chicken eggs for the task. I was not willing to risk the eggs and my concern turned out to be warranted. Mr Dorian, how many eggs or so called eggs were destroyed in the first task?" he asked lightly.
"Only the Horntail eggs were not harmed. Between the other three champions, seventeen fake eggs were lost" he said, thankful that he didn't have to deal with the Triwizard Committee.
"Seventeen eggs, Ladies and Gentlemen" said Harry calmly. "That would have been the number of unborn dragons killed because of this tournament. Sorry, but I will not let so many dragons be killed nor will I be held responsible for the misery of the mother dragon for it losing its clutch."
A wizard of the committee scoffed. "So what? They're just eggs and -"
He didn't finish his statement because the air became very frigid all of a sudden. Everyone thought that a dementor had suddenly entered the room and was searching for it, but instead, they caught sight of a furious Hadrian Potter. His eyes were glowing bright green, with lightning bolts visible in them; his hair had turned white and bolts of lightning surrounded his body. Some of them stepped back in shock.
"Just eggs?" he said in a whisper. "Really? How would you feel if I tossed your newborn baby there while your wife killed it by accident or someone else killed it to get to a stupid golden egg, all for a game?" His voice was quiet, but the cold tone made the members of the committee involuntarily shiver. They paled when he compared the eggs to babies.
Harry took their whitened faces. "That's what your beloved first task was about. The dragons killed their own babies while trying to protect them. Look outside" he said, jerking his head towards the window.
Everyone saw a spectacle of the dragons cuddling their eggs and wailing in happiness. The dragons clearly had thought that they had destroyed their eggs, and were overjoyed to see that their eggs were actually safe and sound.
"I am disgusted by what you all think about the feelings and emotions about sentient magical creatures" said Harry, distaste clear on his face. "The dragons are magical too, aren't they? You're all magical too, aren't you? What's the difference? Do you want to try again Mr Sunder? I don't mind redoing the task. How would you like to bring your grandchildren here and place them as bait for the task?" he snapped, looking at the ashen face of the obnoxious older man.
"And you all think you're better than muggles" sneered Harry. "If this is the behaviour you show towards fellow magical creatures, then you're no better than those muggles themselves. You want to file a case against me for Breach of Contract? Go ahead. I'll fight it right up to the ICW if I have to. I will not let even a drop of magical blood be spilled for such arrogance, whatever species they may be. Am I clear?"
"Yes Lord Potter" said Sunder, quite nervous about the way the scene was playing out. Was this truly a fourteen-year-old boy? Sunder was vaguely reminded of Albus Dumbledore when he was much younger.
"Good. Glad we reached an understanding" said Harry, who turned on his heel and marched away, his hair turning back to its original jet black.
"Damn. I don't ever want to mess with him" said a witch of the committee.
"That's what I said" muttered Dorian.
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There was a party thrown in the Ravenclaw common room for Harry. To his utmost surprise, he was hoisted into the air by his housemates while throwing him up and down. He shook his head in amusement. Ravenclaws were always called nerds and bookworms and had very rarely had open achievements like this besides the high ranks of the students in their exams. Harry winning the first task with full marks was basically like telling everyone that Ravenclaw prides itself in being intelligent, which is what made them successful and that it is more important that simply being daring and blasting things apart with loud spells and bangs.
"Open the egg Harry" yelled Anthony Goldstein. The others encouraged him as well, so Harry took the egg which was again returned to him and he opened it. The moment he opened it, there was a loud, screeching sound, so he immediately shut it.
"What the hell was that?" asked a second-year girl.
"Not sure" said a seventh year frowning. "It's probably a message; some sort of clue as to how to decipher it and listen to the puzzle."
"He's right" said Harry grinning. "I figured out what it is, but tell you what. Do your research on what it could be and come back to me. I'll tell you if you're right or wrong."
"Ah ah" said Padma Patil, smirking at him. "You just want us to figure it out and tell you. Instead, why don't you give us a clue if you have already figured it out?"
Harry laughed. "Alright, I see your point. Hmm, Bagman told us that the first task was based on fire, and so we had two fire based creatures and wards. What do you think would be the next task?"
The Head Girl groaned. "Don't tell me it's that simple! I already figured it out!" she said exasperated.
"Wait" said Terry Boot. "Are you saying that the second task is going to be based on another element?" he asked slowly.
"Fire is done" said Lisa Turpin. "That leaves earth, air and water; but those are only the basic elements."
"Here's another clue" said Harry smiling. "We can't listen to the puzzle normally; so that rules out air."
"It's water" declared a sixth-year boy. "The language is Mermish, isn't it?"
"Ding ding ding!" said Harry grinning. "We have a winner. Ten points to Ravenclaw!" he said, making the others laugh.
"So you just have to submerge it in water and listen to it and you'll find out what it says" said a third year excitedly.
"Yeah, but I'll also have to prepare for it" said Harry. "Trust me, all four of us knew of the dragon; it wasn't difficult to find out considering we could see them from the tower" he said, and others nodded in agreement. "But the Skrewts and wards were something we weren't expecting, and that's where the other three lost time and points. The Triwizard Committee wasn't stupid; they knew that cheating was part of the tournament. So they informed the head of the schools about the dragons, but not the extra pieces here and there. They will be unpredictable, so we'll have to prepare accordingly."
This was the reason Harry loved to be in Ravenclaw. He was surrounded by people who didn't mind such discussions, and he loved every moment of it.
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Harry looked at the Diadem of Ravenclaw which was in his hands. This was the quickest way by which he could learn a variety of spells and other forms of magic. He had long ago finished NEWT syllabus and was concentrating on high powered magic and wards, which he had been studying from the Potter Library. But his device would help him access all of Riddle's memories; he wasn't looking forward to it, but it had to be done. It could learn all about the man's secrets and tactics so that it would help him in case of a duel to the death. With that in mind, Harry placed the diadem over his head and returned to a meditative state. He would be there for several hours at a stretch. It would take weeks or even months of sorting through the memories, and then he had to practice them. But he had to learn more magic if he was to be Voldemort's equal. This step was crucial, even though he wasn't looking forward to it at all. A peek into the mind of a man who had murdered several hundred people if not more was nothing going to be a pretty sight.
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Harry dodged another spell. "You're using spells that can be dodged easily" yelled Harry. "The whole point is to make sure the other is incapacitated as quickly as possible."
When he said that, a tigress suddenly pounced on him, pinning to the ground. She roared in triumph.
"I hate it when you do that" muttered Harry, looking at the tigress looming over his face.
"But you can't complain about it being effective, right? It's like one big shock to my opponent" said Daphne, transforming to herself.
They were in the Room of Requirement, duelling with each other one afternoon. Just then, Dobby popped in. "Master Hadrian, Miss Daphne, Dobby needs to speak to you" said the elf nervously.
Harry got up from the ground and looked at the elf. Dobby had been improving since he had been bonded to the family. The other elves were teaching him proper etiquette, so Dobby was less eccentric than before, though Harry had told Dobby that he was fine the way he was and didn't need to change.
"What is it Dobby?" asked Daphne.
"Well . . . Dobby's friend Winky was the Crouch elf. But since her masters be in Azkaban, she was given clothes; she is very upset. Dobby thought that Master and Miss could help Winky?" he asked hopefully.
"Do you want us to bond Winky to the family?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Hadrian Potter sir!" said Dobby, bouncing up and down, his eccentric personality returning. "Dobby wants to help Winky"
"Alright then, why don't you call her?" said Daphne. Immediately, a slightly drunk house elf popped next to Dobby.
"Hello sir and miss" said the elf shyly. "Winky be wondering if you be wanting her in your family. Winky be a disgraced elf" she wailed.
"Don't worry Winky" said Harry soothingly. "I'm not going to sit idly by while you kill yourself. I would love to have you in the family."
Winky's face brightened. "Winky accepts!" she said happily. There was a light glow, and immediately, a change was noticeable in that Winky became more cheerful.
"Thank you Master Hadrian, Miss Daphne" chorused both elves and popped out.
"Hmm, cute couple" said Daphne, looking deeply amused.
Harry looked at her in bewilderment. Suddenly both of them started laughing loudly. They couldn't ever imagine house elves dating. Harry amused himself with the thought of Dobby and Winky going to a theatre or watching a game of Quidditch. He shook his head. He was probably too stressed to even consider such thoughts. He needed a break and luckily, the Yule Ball was approaching. It was time to let off some steam.
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Harry felt like banging his head against the wall. The Yule Ball had been announced to the whole school by Dumbledore, and many were very excited at the prospect of going to the ball with the champions. He couldn't begrudge them for that, as they probably wanted to have a good time at the ball. But what annoyed him were the Boy Who Lived fan girls, the head being one Ginny Weasley.
Ever since Harry had saved Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, she would squeak and blush every time she saw him. He was fine with that, as many other girls tended to do the same. But what was happening now was that Ginny had gained some confidence. She cornered him a couple of times and professed her love to him. What was worse was that she seemed to be under the delusion that Harry would still marry her, going so far as to tell him that she would name her child after Dumbledore! Harry felt sick just by listening to that. What else was going on was that several girls got into a fight about who was going to ask him to the ball. He had already been approached and asked to the ball by no less than sixty different girls from all three schools and Harry was baffled as to why they bothered with it at all, as it was very readily confirmed that he was going with Daphne, who was his future wife!
Speaking of his future wife, she had it bad too. Nobody seemed to care that the two of them were engaged to be married, as she had been repeatedly approached by many of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang boys (not Hogwarts, as she was feared by reputation alone, and no one wanted to anger her as he spells were quite painful, though it still didn't stop from some brave souls trying to ask her). So by the time the Yule holidays set in, both of them were exhausted in just staying away from the masses. It seemed their reputation as the best looking boy and girl in Hogwarts was not unfounded, as nobody was willing to give up on them.
The other three champions weren't spared either. Victor Krum spent all his time in the Hogwarts library, and Fleur Delacour was getting frustrated by the way boys would behave just to ask her to the ball, but there was a rumour that both the foreign champions had found dates already. Cedric Diggory had politely told anyone who asked him that he was already going with someone else, much to Cho Chang's displeasure, who had bragged to her friends that it was only a matter of time before Cedric asked her to the ball. She threw filthy looks at Daphne every time she passed as the hex which Daphne had cast on the girl had ruined her reputation, not to mention her face. The boils had lasted for several months, much to Luna Lovegood's happiness.
But the festive season didn't deter Harry from learning more. He was accumulating more knowledge from both Riddle's memories and from the Potter library and was practicing in the Room at a furious pace. Now was not the time to get complacent. Crouch and Dumbledore had entered his name for a reason, and he had to be prepared for anything.
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"Harry you need to stop this" said Daphne worriedly.
"Stop what?" asked Harry as he gasped for breath. He had just finished another intense round of duelling against the best of what the Room of Requirement could throw at him.
"Stop exhausting yourself like this!" said Daphne pleadingly. "You are always studying or practicing magic at a rate that might be harmful to you! I didn't say much over the past few years because you at least went to bed on time. But now, you barely sleep at all, and don't think I haven't noticed how you have been getting more irritable lately. How long do you sleep every night?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "A couple of hours?" he answered testily. "It doesn't matter. I have to prepare for the worst. I don't understand why you're mad about that."
"Look!" said Daphne disbelievingly. "There it is again! I haven't said anything at all, and you're already snapping at me. Harry, please. You can't go on like this. Don't sacrifice your sleep. At least sleep for a good four to five hours. I beg of you. It won't do you any good if you are always tired and irritable. You would feel weak without it. Please Harry, do it for me?"
Harry sighed in exasperation. There it was again, the dreaded 'Do it for me' phrase. But as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was tiring himself out every day. Maybe Daphne's words did have merit. Maybe he could sleep for a couple of hours, just to make her stop nagging him.
"Alright" he said softly as he placed his head on the couch, intending to take a short nap. He was out like a light the second his head hit the pillow.
Daphne looked at him worriedly. She kissed his forehead and idly moved the strands of hair from his eyes. She hated the amount the pressure that this year had brought on Harry's shoulders. The sad part was that there was nothing she could do about it except offer emotional support.
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Albus Dumbledore was looking at the scenery out of his office window, while drowning another glass of firewhisky. How had all this gone so wrong? He had to review. Where did the problems first begin?
It had been years ago that the first problem had cropped up – Harry's disappearance when he was a seven-year-old boy. He had tried to find the boy but in vain. He had even checked the Book of Admittance, but it had not been updated, so he had no choice there but to wait till Harry turned eleven. He had even sent several letters with tracking charms on them, but anti-mail wards had been placed which deterred the owls, making them come back without the letters being delivered. Since the silver instruments monitoring Harry had been destroyed (Albus still didn't understand why), he had tried to use Harry's blood which was kept in his safe, but to his shock, that along with several other items belonging to the Potter family (including the Invisibility Cloak) had disappeared! He wasn't able to find him, and this had resulted in Harry coming to Hogwarts emancipated, with full knowledge about his family and the magical world. Then there was the wand. Albus had been so absolutely sure that the Holly and phoenix feather wand would choose Harry, but that was not the case; Harry was the owner of a Yew and Nundu heartstring wand, so he could very well fight Voldemort if necessary.
Next that happened was Severus being put in Azkaban and Sirius Black being cleared of all charges. That was a big blow to Albus as not only had he lost his precious spy, but the Lord of the Black family and Harry's godfather was released. Along with that, he was removed as Chief Warlock and he had lost his position as the newly elected Supreme Mugwump of the ICW as well. That was something which he had not expected, but he later found out that it had all been planned by Amelia and Harry, with the help of some other influential people like Unspeakable Croaker and Augusta Longbottom. Then there was that damned marriage contract between Harry and Daphne Greengrass, which had thrown a wedge in his plans of him marrying Ginny Weasley. Ginny was now trying to get close to him, but was the point? Harry and Daphne have been together for three years now, and it was near impossible for him to interfere in their relationship. He thought he had struck gold in the Chamber of Secrets incident, but Harry emerged triumphant, gaining more political advantage than Albus had ever foreseen.
Then there was that blasted Magical Daily Press; Albus had looked at who owned it, only to find someone named Frank Olive as the owner. Who the hell was he? He had hit a roadblock there, even with the best of Albus' resources at his disposal. Then there were those mirrors; the bane of his existence. How could he hush things up when the news got out so quickly? The Daily Prophet was never as efficient as the new newspaper and its mirror channel, and this was bad for politics. And now, the debacle with the Goblet of Fire; his name had been smeared through the mud and had been declared persona non grata by three Most Ancient and Noble Houses, which drastically reduced his influence in the Wizengamot. Crouch being arrested didn't help matters either, and now Alastor Moody was also pissed with him that he had not recognised the impostor for what he was. Watching Harry during the first task made Albus want to cry; the boy was a lot more talented than he wanted him to be, even if it reminded of himself at that age. How had his plans gone so wrong? The only silver lining was that Harry was still somewhat under control because of the contract with the Goblet of Fire. He hoped that little Tommy would be able to set it all right.
Albus Dumbledore soon passed out on his table, drunk. Poor Albus didn't notice that because of the force of him hitting the table, the chess pieces on the table, namely the white and black king, both fell away from the board and hit the ground.