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Note: Harry and Viktor have what we call a bromance going on, not a pairing. If you wish to pair them find a different story. I think for this book Harry really is just going to like, not date. Idk, I can't write dating because I have yet to actually date so. I could probably write it, but I still don't feel like it. So yeah, no Viktor/Harry. Only Harry/Newt which is next book.

I do not own Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire or the Percy Jackson series/characters.

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Mind Talking between Familiar/Bonded

Bulgarian

By the time that Harry and Hagrid were done with the Abraxan, it was 20 minutes after the start of the feast and Harry was cold even with his enchanted robes on that had a heating charm.

His ears and fingers were growing cold and Harry was certain if he stayed out longer his lips were going to get chapped from being wet and then sort of freeze drying.

Harry happily entered the Hall with a smile as he rubbed his hands to warm them up. Grinning, Harry waved to his friends before taking his seat next to Neville at the Hufflepuff table who just seemed exasperated with his friend.

"Will you ever just walk past a creature?" Neville asked with a sigh as he passed some of the french and bulgarian food to Harry, knowing his friend would love to try them.

"Perhaps if they were chasing after me with the intent to kill me and I have no chance of helping them?" Harry answered as he grabbed some banitsa.

Harry never tried the Banitsa, but seeing as it includes a filling of feta-like white cheese and sometimes filled with either onions, cabbage, spinach, mushrooms, or pumpkin, Harry thought he would enjoy it.

He then grabbed some French soup called Bouillabaisse that looked extremely good, though Harry mentally apologized to his grandfather since he knew it's generally made from different types of fish with shellfish and tomatoes.

At that moment, a voice said, "Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?" A girl from Beauxbatons asked.

She had a long sheet of silvery-blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She had large, deep blue eyes, and very white, even teeth.

Neville went purple. He stared up at her, opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out except a faint gurgling noise.

"Yeah, have it," said Harry, pushing the dish toward the girl.

"You 'ave finished wiz it?"

"Yeah," Neville said breathlessly. "Yeah, it was excellent."

The girl picked up the dish and carried it carefully off to the Ravenclaw table. Neville was still goggling at the girl as though he had never seen one before. Harry started to laugh. The sound seemed to jog Neville back to his senses.

"She's a veela!" he said hoarsely to Harry.(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 252)

"And you are a liar," Harry asked as he dunk some bread in the Bouillabaisse.

"What?" Neville asked stunned.

"You acted like you had some Bouillabaisse, and you didn't. So, you, my friend, are a liar," Harry said as he eats some of the bread.

Neville shook his head with a pout. "Can you help me with my Occlumency shields?" he muttered and looked like a kicked puppy.

Harry just rolled his eyes but a smile danced on his lips. "I suppose I could seeing as I don't want my best friend drooling on the Beauxbatons girls," Harry said.

Instantly, Neville perked up as a smile fixed itself from its previous pout. "Thank you, Harry!" Neville said excitedly.

Harry was about to mention something when someone sat in front of the duo. It was Viktor who had a large grin on his face.

"Hello, Harry," Viktor said, "I tried to find you earlier. Why were you late for dinner?"

"I was helping Beauxbatons with their Abraxan. How did you guys arrive?" Harry asked in perfect Bulgarian as he ignored his friend staring at Viktor with admiration.

"We rose from your lake. I must say, you have interesting creatures down there. At least, the brief few I saw. I could've sworn I saw a giant head though duck closer to the bottom of the lake?" Viktor said with a bit of confusion.

"Oh, that's probably just Levi making sure you guys don't mean harm to the sea creatures there. He would've killed you if you were, but he's pretty harmless," Harry waved off as he remembered Levi the Leviathan that lived down in the Black Lake. He briefly talked with the sea creature earlier near the beginning of term before his classes really started back up. He supposed he really should see Levi again soon, it just sucked because of the cold weather.

Sure, his body might adjust underwater quickly, but he didn't have his father's power of staying dry so when he exited the lake he was freezing his arse off and almost got hypothermia once.

Let's just say, trying to explain that to Madam Poppy was hard and he made sure he didn't do that again.

"If I had known you would have gone off when the other school arrived, I would've tried to push our idiot headmaster to coming sooner. I had wished to see your face when you saw our entrance," Viktor said with a bit of a pout as both teens ignored the whispering students around them.

Drumstrang students whispering in confusion at what Viktor was talking to someone at Hogwarts, Beauxbatons mostly just talking about Viktor and why he would be talking to someone in a lower class (though they didn't know that was Harry Jackson-Potter, otherwise they would've been shipping the two together) while Hogwarts was just done with Harry Jackson-Potter and his friendship that seemed to be growing by the minute.

The Hogwarts teacher themselves were a bit worried about what type of friends Harry would make and then end up finding some dangerous creature. Sure, Harry might not realize it, but all the teachers are aware of his little pets. Well, not the familiars but his other pets they were.

"I'm sure you can show me the memory another day. In any case, how are the Slytherin treating you? No one's threatened you have they? I would have to have a talk with them if that was the case?" Harry asked in honest concern. Sure, Draco and their close friends in Slytherin were nice-ish, but Slytherins can still be quite rude (like all houses) and do look down on others that weren't Purebloods and sometimes are rude to Half-Bloods depending on their parents.

"They are fine, I am not worried about them. I will say; though, had I known you sat at this table I would've had us sit here instead. The table, Slytherin you say, are a bit more reserved when they talk. And most do not know Bulgarian so most conversations get one-sided as we cannot reply quite as well to talk to them in English. I would have assumed your teachers would've taught you the translation charm in preparation for the tournament?" Viktor asked.

Harry was already shaking his head. "There was a brief class that was recommended but they didn't make anyone take it. I learned it in my Healing Mastery last year in case I needed it. But I already know French and Bulgarian so I wasn't too worried about you guys coming," Harry explained.

"I suppose Drumstrang also offered the spell as a sort of extra-credit. I cannot fault Hogwarts too much can I. It was great talking to you Harry, but I should head back to my school. I believe they are getting a bit antsy," Viktor explained as he said goodbye to Harry before making his way back to where his fellow students were.

Neville seemed to get out of his shock when Viktor left. "Harry," Neville hissed, "You didn't tell me you were friends with Viktor Krum."

"Oh?" Harry said with an innocent face, "I didn't know that was important. My apologizes, the next time I make a friend I will make sure to inform you," Harry said solemnly with a small nod.

"I hate you. I don't know why I put up with you," Neville muttered in his hands where he hid his head. His head was shaking left and right softly as he realized he missed his chance to really talk to Viktor Krum.

Sure, he wasn't a big Quidditch fan, but he still knew who Viktor Krum was and still worshiped him and all the hard-work the teen put into getting on a team while still in school.

"There, there," Harry said as he patted Neville's back, "Just think about all the interesting magical creatures I'll discover this year. It'll be fine," Harry said and then ignored Neville's groan as a response.

Once the golden plates had been wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now. Harry felt a slight thrill of excitement, wondering what was coming. Several seats down from them, Cedric was leaning forward, staring at Dumbledore with great concentration.

"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to start. I would like to say a few words of explanation before we bring in the casket —"

"The what?" Harry muttered.

Neville shrugged.

"— just to clarify the procedure that we will be following this year. But first, let me introduce, for those who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation" — there was a smattering of polite applause — "and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

There was a much louder round of applause for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps because of his fame as a Beater, or simply because he looked so much more likable. He acknowledged it with a jovial wave of his hand. Bartemius Crouch did not smile or wave when his name was announced. 

"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the last few months on the arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "and they will be joining myself, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts."

At the mention of the word "champions," the attentiveness of the listening students seemed to sharpen. Perhaps Dumbledore had noticed their sudden stillness, for he smiled as he said, "The casket, then, if you please, Mr. Filch." 

Filch, who had been lurking unnoticed in a far corner of the Hall, now approached Dumbledore carrying a great wooden chest encrusted with jewels. It looked extremely old. A murmur of excited interest rose from the watching students; Dennis Creevey actually stood on his chair to see it properly, but, being so tiny, his head hardly rose above anyone else's.

"The instructions for the tasks the champions will face this year have already been examined by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," said Dumbledore as Filch placed the chest carefully on the table before him, "and they have made the necessary arrangements for each challenge. There will be three tasks, spaced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways . . . their magical prowess — their daring — their powers of deduction — and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."

At this last word, the Hall was filled with a silence so absolute that nobody seemed to be breathing.

"As you know, three champions compete in the tournament," Dumbledore went on calmly, "one from each of the participating schools. They will be marked on how well they perform each of the Tournament tasks and the champion with the highest total after task three will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial selector: the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore now took out his wand and tapped three times upon the top of the casket. The lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached inside it and pulled out a large, roughly hewn wooden cup. It would have been entirely unremarkable had it not been full to the brim with dancing blue-white flames.

Dumbledore closed the casket and placed the goblet carefully on top of it, where it would be clearly visible to everyone in the Hall.

"Anybody wishing to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly upon a slip of parchment and drop it into the goblet," said Dumbledore. "Aspiring champions have twenty-four hours in which to put their names forward. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their schools. The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, where it will be freely accessible to all those wishing to compete.

"To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation," said Dumbledore, "I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line.

"Finally, I wish to impress upon any of you wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet. Now, I think it is time for bed. Good night to you all."(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 253-256)

Harry waited for the rest of the school to exit the Great Hall before leaving with Neville toward their dorms. "What are you going to do tomorrow, are you just going to see who enters their name?" Neville asked on their way back.

"Actually, I was going to talk to Professor Flitwick about an idea I had. You know how Quidditch is cancelled but it's months between the tasks. I wanted to talk to Professor Flitwick about possibly having a dueling tournament between all the schools. It will be split into technically two groups, one between all the schools that had all the ages, and then another where it's based on age. The reason for the two is because of the different years we go by. We have first, second, and third based upon our ages, but I know Drumstrang starts two years earlier than we do and is mostly based upon how academically well, like you have to get EE and O's on the test to move up a year. I have no idea how Beauxbatons year system works."

"Huh, that actually seems really fun. I know our of our year I think you would win, but I think it would be a great challenge. I can go with you tomorrow if you want? Moral support and everything and making sure he knows that as a fellow student, I would also sign up for this," Neville said with a small blush.

"That would be great, Neville!" Harry said excitedly.

Neville actually perked up, "Actually, we still have an hour before curfew. We could see him now, then let him talk it over with the teachers during their meeting later today. You said they were meeting right?"

"Yeah, Madam Poppy mentioned it during my lesson with her yesterday. Let's go talk to Professor Flitwick," Harry said excitedly as he and Neville raced down the halls toward the Professor's room and made sure to avoid Filch and Mrs.Norris.

Soon enough, both boys were in front of Professor Flitwick's office and were knocking politely.

"Harry? Mr.Longbottom? What are you two doing here?" Flitwick asked as he opened the door.

"Well, see sir, we had this idea--"

"You had this idea," Neville butted in not wanting to take credit.

"--I had this idea that in between tournaments stuff, that we could host a dueling tournament. One between all schools for all ages, and then anther for each school based upon their year system," Harry said trying not too feel awkward.

Flitwick blinked for a moment, digesting the idea, before he grinned widely. "That seems like an excellent idea. 10 points to Hufflepuff. I will bring the idea up to the teachers tonight and then later when the other two headmasters join us. Either there might be an announcement tomorrow during one of the meals, or I will let you know later about if the idea was going to be implemented or not."

"Thank you, Professor!" Harry said excitedly as he and Neville left the Professor who was shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh, the world was not prepared for Harry Jackson-Potter," he muttered to himself as he closed his office door to finish some grading before heading to the conference with the other teachers to talk about the idea Young Harry had.

"He was actually quite excited to see how their students might do against each other, it certainly would be interesting," Flitwick muttered to himself.

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As the next day was Saturday, most students would normally have breakfasted late. Harry, Neville, and Luna, however, were not alone in rising much earlier than they usually did on weekends.

When they went down into the entrance hall, they saw about twenty people milling around it, some of them eating toast, all examining the Goblet of Fire. It had been placed in the center of the hall on the stool that normally bore the Sorting Hat. A thin golden line had been traced on the floor, forming a circle ten feet around it in every direction.

"Anyone put their name in yet?" Neville asked a third-year girl eagerly.

"All the Durmstrang lot," she replied. "But I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts yet."

"Bet some of them put it in last night after we'd all gone to bed," said Harry. "I would've if it had been me . . . wouldn't have wanted everyone watching. What if the goblet just gobbed you right back out again?"

Someone laughed behind Harry. Turning, he saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the staircase, all three of them looking extremely excited.

"Done it," Fred said in a triumphant whisper to Harry, Neville, and Luna. "Just taken it."

"What?" said Neville.

"The Aging Potion, dung brains," said Fred.

"One drop each," said George, rubbing his hands together with glee. "We only need to be a few months older." 

"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins," said Lee, grinning broadly.

"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know," said Luna dreamily, "Dumbledore's good with Wracksprurts like that."

Fred, George, and Lee ignored her.

"Ready?" Fred said to the other two, quivering with excitement.

"C'mon, then — I'll go first —"

Harry watched, fascinated, as Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket bearing the words Fred Weasley — Hogwarts. Fred walked right up to the edge of the line and stood there, rocking on his toes like a diver preparing for a fifty-foot drop. Then, with the eyes of every person in the entrance hall upon him, he took a great breath and stepped over the line.

For a split second Harry thought it had worked — George certainly thought so, for he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred — but next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.

The entrance hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in, once they had gotten to their feet and taken a good look at each other's beards.

"I did warn you," said a deep, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall. He surveyed Fred and George, his eyes twinkling. "I suggest you both go up to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw, and Mr. Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little too. Though I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours." Fred and George set off for the hospital wing, accompanied by Lee, who was howling with laughter, and Harry, Neville, and Luna, also chortling, went in to breakfast.

The decorations in the Great Hall had changed this morning. As it was Halloween, a cloud of live bats was fluttering around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of carved pumpkins leered from every corner.(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 258-261)

They sat down and Luna practically sat in Harry's lap, not that he really noticed because she often sat in his lap or had her head in his lap. They had a sibling relationship, and while they got looks from the other schools, Hogwarts ignored the two. Knowing their relationship was strictly platonic, they remembered what happened to the last bloke that tried to insinuate otherwise after commenting that Harry could've done better.

"Hey, Neville," said Harry suddenly. "It's your friend . . ." The students from Beauxbatons were coming through the front doors from the grounds, among them, the veela-girl. Those gathered around the Goblet of Fire stood back to let them pass, watching eagerly.

Madame Maxime entered the hall behind her students and organized them into a line. One by one, the Beauxbatons students stepped across the Age Line and dropped their slips of parchment into the blue-white flames. As each name entered the fire, it turned briefly red and emitted sparks.

"What d'you reckon'll happen to the ones who aren't chosen?" Neville muttered to Harry as the veela-girl dropped her parchment into the Goblet of Fire. "Reckon they'll go back to school, or hang around to watch the tournament?"

"Dunno," said Harry. "Hang around, I suppose. . . . Madame Maxime's staying to judge, isn't she?" When all the Beauxbatons students had submitted their names, they moved as one to sit once more at the Ravenclaw table and patiently waited for Dumbledore to appear.(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 262-263)

"You know, one would think they don't like Hogwarts," Harry commented as he ate some of the eggs and ham before grabbing a sip of his tea.

"Then they're insane," Neville muttered back as he watched Luna grabbed a ham from Harry's plate before stealing Neville's Bear Claw.

Harry rolled his eyes at his friend before handing his tea to Luna who sipped it some before handing it back to Harry. Their routine established long ago.

It wasn't long before Dumbledore took his place at his seat, drawing attention because Breakfast was one of the places (except at the beginning of term) that the teachers don't always sit with the students. Dumbeldore rarely joined the students for breakfast, except possibly on weekends.

"Due to a request from a student, there had been talked between schools about setting up a dueling tournament in the time when the Triwizard Tournament is not happening. After coming to an agreement, the request is being accepted. The large parchment parchment on the right wall of the Great Hall will be the large bracket for the tournament. Anyone who wishes to sign up, there is a magical parchment just outside the doors. Write your first and last name. The first dueling will begin tomorrow, so anyone who signs up today might go tomorrow. Signs up will last Friday when the parchment will be taken down and the tournament bracket will be done. Enjoy your day," Dumbeldore said brightly before sitting in his seat and getting his own breakfast.

The word spread like wildfire, and Harry had convinced Neville to sign up with him as he and Luna had snuck out of the halls and found the parchment paper. Signing their names quickly, they watched it disappear on the paper.

Harry blinked as he felt Hogwarts happiness as the words disappear. So, Hogwarts would be doing the bracket for the tournament. Harry didn't know if he should feel dread or happiness as the challenge he knew Hogwarts was going to throw at him.

For the rest of the day, Harry spent going over Defensive and Offensive spells with Neville. It was the agreement they had then Neville agreed that he would also sign his name.

When they entered the candlelit Great Hall it was almost full. The Goblet of Fire had been moved; it was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair at the teachers' table. Fred and George — clean-shaven again — seemed to have taken their disappointment fairly well.

The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was their second feast in two days, Harry didn't seem to fancy the extravagantly prepared food as much as he would have normally. Like everyone else in the Hall, judging by the constantly craning necks, the impatient expressions on every face, the fidgeting, and the standing up to see whether Dumbledore had finished eating yet, Harry simply wanted the plates to clear, and to hear who had been selected as champions.

At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr. Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" — he indicated the door behind the staff table — "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. . . . A few people kept checking their watches. . . .

"Any second," Hannah Abbott whispered, two seats away from Harry.

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Neville!" Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh look, they're all disappointed," Susan said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party.

"Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought.

Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.

When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next . . .

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers' table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real —"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment. Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out —

"Harry Potter."(- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page 267-271)

Thunk.

Everyone looked to Harry's who's forehead was now on the table from where he dropped it.

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