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A/N: Sorry for the long wait… for any of you still reading. I had a very rough last year of Uni and then a hell of a time finding work again so that was stressful. I'm now working 5 days a week for 8+ hours a shift so I have very little time on my hands, especially if you count that I'm trying to learn how to drive so my free time is limited at best. I haven't given up on either this fic or getting round to rewriting Lone Wolf so they will be updated but probably not very often or constantly.

17/09/18: Day two of writing this chapter and I have to admit I missed this, just letting the words flow out and just enjoy the feeling of writing again. I will admit that I am getting fucked over at my job as the only other person who can work weekends has quit so I am on my own in the kitchen… doing over 200 covers a day by yourself is exhausting especially when the manager and person meant to help me on mondays fucks off early when they are meant to be on till finish… I just need to vent today.

30/10/18: Handed in my notice at work… I got screwed over one too many times, so I'll have more time to work on this fic and others but I'm once again skint and to that I have a car to insure and tax… well I'm not in the best of places right now. At least I won't have to drive 40 miles a day soon.

05/11/18: trying to rescind my notice if that doesn't work then fuck knows what is going to happen.

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Hogwarts: The day of the Yule Ball:

Today was the day the Harry had been secretly dreading, the day that no matter what choice he made at least one of his Wives would be pissed at him and that made for a very unhappy and awkward home… especially as the wife he took the ball would think herself the favourite. Really whoever said that harems were a man's dream was a bloody idiot, they were a logistical nightmare. In truth that may be more due to the size of the Harem, if it was just him and two or three women it would be fine but with four, and knowing the way Potter luck ran maybe more, it was untenable.

Iris, however, was apoplectic as Harry's prediction had been right and no male from any of the school wanted to go with her… however never let it be said that a scorned woman wasn't hellish in her temper. She had sent off a letter off to Zelretch asking if he wanted to prank her brother and the wizarding world by coming as her date… needless to say that the vampiric-gadfly agreed.

Not much had happened to the Salem camp other than Harry having a run in with Fluffy and refusing to deal with him claiming that he wouldn't deal with anything with more teeth than the entire Osmond family; Tamamo getting stalked by a randy Fox, no one knew how it got on Hogwarts grounds; and James Jr and Ron Weasley finding that they had both lost a bollock, though the chance of either of them having an active use for them involving a partner was severely diminished.

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The Yule ball was a complete shambles if Harry didn't say so himself: Daphne was propositioned by over ten different pureblood houses of the dark to grey side of British magical politics with Susan likewise on the grey to lightside; Dumbledore got very drunk and started flirting outrageously with Zelretch, strangely he gave as good as he got on that score saying that when you reached his age any new experience is an interesting one; The music was terrible, Bagpipes enough said there really; the food was bland and uninspired, obviously transfigured by the house-elves there rather than cooked; And finally there were no drunken brawls… or anyone spiking the drinks what sort of party was this?

Nevertheless the female contingent of the Salem group would still say it was a nice evening… even if none of the blokes agreed. They said they loved all of the dancing, whilst the blokes complained about the fact it was very stiff ballroom style. But with all things the day ended and soon we moved on too.

Time marched on as it has want to do till we reached two days before the second task. All of the champions and their supervising adults were gathered in the great hall as lots were given to choose who would face who in the dueling tournament. They were as followed: 1 Hadrian Emrys; 2 Viktor Krum; 3 Cedric Diggory; 4 James Dumbledore; 5 Fleur Delacour; 6 Iris Potter. The first round was simple set as the adjacent numbers with each person facing one of the others across three days, or 1v2 then 1v5 and so on. If a combatant is unable to continue in the second match of that day they are counted as having automatically lost.

The scoring system for the duels were as follows: 1 point for every clean hit of a spell on your opponent, up to ten points; a maximum of twenty points based on time with the limit being twenty minutes; five points for incapacitating you opponent; and a maximum penalty of minus fifty points for using any prohibited spells, unforgivables or blacklisted spells such as spells that sole purpose is death or extreme damage to the opponent as prime examples; A lose loses the person five points; If they are unable to compete in a match they lose a further ten points over the set amount.

The first match planned was Hadrian Emrys against Viktor Krum, with two days to plan Cedric was raiding both the library and the minds of his fellow Hufflepuffs… Harry though was relaxing and plotting how to exploit the rules of this latest amusement that the British had put forward. Iris was annoyed as the French 'bird' was smirking at her as if she were a fresh kill. Krum was worried for two very different reasons, first Iris had said at the Ball that she wouldn't even look at a person romantically if they were lesser to Hadrian or Zelretch and secondly he was facing a Salem Marshal that seemed to be down right bored at the prospect of facing him. James was excited as he got a chance to face his traitorous siblings again in an arena where they couldn't cheat.

The remaining days passed quickly…

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First round of the dueling tournament

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The Great Hall had been cleared of its usual arrangements in its place stood a raised platform with two banks of stands on each side and a set of stairs at the terminus of the stage. At the centre of the stage was a metal pole with coloured flags attached to it white and black for the left and right sides respectively. The right side was facing the stained glass image of Hogwarts insignia whilst the left faced the doors into the hall.

The match was due to start any moment and the judge for the event was supposed to be an impartial observer, in this case a goblin was hired from Gringotts for the sole purpose of insuring the rules were followed. Of course there was much ado from the purebloods over the choice of judge, though in the end they quieted when they were assured that the judge could take no punitive action against the wizards involved. From the right Viktor Krum emerged from a group of Durmstrang students to the sound of beating drums and cheering… Hadrian's entrance however was a little less subtle.

The doors to the Great Hall were thrown open to the reveal Hadrian standing there flanked by the soldiers of Salem with two at the back holding a pair of large speakers… I'm sure you can see where this is going… as the group entered the hall they were met with a few cheers but mainly booing and jeering but this was soon drowned out as like Durmstrang Salem had brought its own musical piece to welcome them.

(Play: Gets You Through The Night by Adrenaline Mob)

Hadrian couldn't help but smirk none of the purebloods knew what to make of this, he chuckled when some of the mundane raised started headbanging and then locked eyes with his opponent and a bloodthirsty grin split his face.

Viktor Krum just wished he was anywhere else.

The goblin set himself on a podium to the side of the stage and raised an enchanted boom mike to his mouth to announce to the contestants. "To my right we have the… Honourable contestant from Eastern Europe Viktor Krum!" The crowd cheered anew, after a few seconds they fell silent again. "To my left we have the soldiers of Salem and their First Champion Hadrian Emrys!" Again Boos filled the hall, it took longer for the crowd to fall silent. "Before we begin do either of the contestants wish to say anything?"

"Neit." Krum stated

"Try to make this enjoyable Krum, my last duel was lacklustre at best." Hadrian shouted looking at his former younger brother. The glare he received in reply warmed his heart, though the intent was probably for it to burst into flames.

"Each contestant to their sides." The goblin ordered as the two champions marched up the stairs revealing their dueling attire.

Krum stood wearing a set of black dueling robes over tight black trousers and similar boots his wand grasped tightly in his left hand.

Hadrian was dressed much the same as when he appeared in the Great Hall for the first time except: instead of the military jacket he was wearing an open black trench coat that had red symbols sewn onto it, mainly two parallel lines going up the arms and two magic circles one over his heart the other covered most of the back both identical; a circle with a reversed pentagram inside a square bisected twice vertically and horizontally. The only other difference was the lack of both his guns and his sword as they had been deemed prohibited for the tournament, they were deadly weapons after all he had been told.

As both competitors reached the centre of the arena they were told to bow to each other, they only nodded. Each raised their wands to face each other, a singular wand for Krum held like a fencer with his other hand away from his side partially open; Hadrian however held one of his wands low aimed just below Krum's knees, whilst the other wand and arm were at his shoulder height aimed roughly at Krum's chest but moved to cover his entire upper body.

The crowd waited on baited breath for the two to start, the signal came not from the combatants or judges but from the crowd… with a simple sneeze. Krum fired a chain of Concussion charm followed by shield piercer and a bludgeoning spell hoping to end the match quickly. Hadrian only smirked as he deflected Krum's first spell, into the second, and fired a bolt of raw magic at the third spell causing it to detonate, closer to Krum than himself. "Uninspired and boring… let me show you how it's done!" Hadrian roared as he began his offensive.

"Consumere!" Hadrian roared as fire launched in a wave from his two wands, but even as Krum used as flame freezing spell to counter it, he was launching his second spell "Adstringere!" a mist froze the fire into a wall of orange crystals, understandably confusing the assembled audience, before with a smile he uttered the next spell "Dirrumpere!" the wall of crystal shattered into jagged pieces all aimed at Krum "You can guess what comes next… intorquere!" The projectiles numbering in the dozens launched themselves at Krum in waves.

Krum to his credit managed to last until the fourth of six waves before he was overwhelmed and defeated: For the first he foolishly shielded with a Shield charm which shattered after the fourth strike meaning he had to dodge the rest; for the second wave send reductos at the missiles which proved a lot more effective but turned the match into a war of attrition... he was doomed to fail as he failed to change tactics for the third or fourth wave. Magically exhausted he collapsed on his side to the stage, to the boo's of the crowd.

"Only above average Krum… I think only twenty people have lasted that long or longer before, though I have only used that chain on fifty so not that impressive." Hadrian stated as he walked back off the stage.

"The Winner of this round is Hadrian Emrys!" The Goblin announced, as he moved to check Krum he sucked hisown teeth before adding "Hadrian Emrys earns Thirty points, and Victor Krum loses a maximum of 15 thus earning his opponent James Dumbledore 10 points." This news was met with even more booing.

Iris match

Strangely the audience of this match was almost entirely male… I wonder why? Fleur entered the stage from the right much as her school's display at the start of the tournament, in a display of butterflies and flowers.

*Needle Scratch, Webcam on*

"Such youth full and bountiful imagery… discusting isn't it?" The author comments to Nyx.

"One your not Gnarl, his better looking, and two your getting distracted again." She replies as she starts to hang Halloween decorations again.

"Nyx what was the one rule we agreed on when we moved here?" The author shouted, ignoring the Gnarl comment.

"Only you can hang decorations?" She grumbles still continuing to hang a banner with unintelligible writing on it.

"So why are you doing it?" The author asked his eyebrow twitching "We don't want another Calamari incident!"

"I'm not aiming for there this time!"

"Then what is the plan this time? Giant spiders? Maybe a remake of spooky scary skeletons? Or 'Gasp' a playdate with your Ex… because those always end so~ well." The author snarked going back to writing ignoring the portal opening behind him revealing an iconic metal skull mask.

"No just inviting my son round."

"Oh, Shi...!"

*Needle scratch, Webcam turns off*

Fleur flounced onto the stage amid a multitude of cutesy imagery ignoring the gagging from most of the other girls there and some of the boys, most unfortunately were too busy wolf whistling. Iris just shook her head at the stupidity of the Boys for the other schools, as that was how she saw them not a man amongst them no matter the age. By the time Fleur reached centre stage Iris had started to climb the stairs at the other end accompanied by a little ditty called Executioners Day by Heaven's Basement. Of course like with her brother Iris was booed however there were some cheers mixed in as well as some amusing chants of "Show that skank" and "Trounce the Tart!" that made her chuckle.

"To my Right we have Fleur Delacour from Beauxbaton Magic Academy!" The goblin shouted as wolf whistles started again. "To my Left we have Iris Le Fay Potter from Salem Military Academy!" Gasps fell over the area as the goblin announced the Le Fay heiress. "Do the contestants have anything to say to each other?" The goblin asked.

"I wish I was facing your older brother at least he would have given me something to look at, whilst we fought, unlike your washboard self." Fleur shouted with a smirk.

"I'm sorry my brother doesn't entertain streetwalkers I'm sure there is a lampost you can advertise yourself under, you can even use your wand for a red light because let's face it powder puff its not good for much else," Iris replied with a smirk of her own.

"Your dead!" Fleur shrieks, already hurling fireballs at her opponent before the Goblin could even begin the match.

"You first!" Iris shouts in reply as she launches wind spells to destroy the barrage of fireballs with nary a wave of her hand. As Fleur recovers enough composure to realise she was wasting her time as she stopped her barrage Iris retaliated with two quick lightning spells to knock Fleur of balance before going for the takedown. The first spell was blocked by a quick protego from Fleur, which failed after the impact, but the latter caught her full in the chest dazing the Frenchwoman. "As my brother has taken to saying, Get Dunked on!" Iris shouted as she unleashed a Diabolic Edge at Fleur ending the fight quickly as she was thrown bodily into the barrier knocking her out.

"Winner Iris Le Fay Potter, earning a score of 25. Fleur Delacour loses 5 points." The Goblin announced as Iris left the stage, ignoring that Madame Maxime revived her charge.

"Someone as weak as you would never interest my brother… go for easier prey!" Iris shouted at Fleur not even looking back.

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James Jr VS Cedric

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"So brother how do you think this will go?" Iris asked as the two Hogwarts champions walked onto the stage, their entrance singular in some much as it had no fanfare at all.

"The Diggory brat should have the advantage due to being older and thus better trained… at least on paper but Hogwarts has gone to shit in many ways and combat ability is at the forefront of that. The now Dumbledore Trash on the other hand will have been trained by our former sperm donor and the worthless manipulator, if they have any talent as educators he should be the better competitor… but again from the 'duel' if it can even be called that we had, he has proven himself to be useless Trash. So in the end the match will be disappointing at best, much like this entire tournament if we're honest." Harry replied grinning unrepentantly as the students from other schools scowled at him.

"True enough, so who do you think will win?" Iris asked again, eyes never leaving the stage.

"Unfortunately I believe that your former brother will win, as Dumbledore will have warned Diggory off winning." He replied, having a sickened look pass over his face.

"A pity, I guess we will have to give him his just desserts tomorrow then brother." Iris added a vindictive grin ghosting across her face.

"Remember that if he is rendered unable to continue only one of use can toy with him sister, and that just wouldn't be fair." Harry added, a cruel smirk splitting his own face.

"Too true." She added, as the match began.

The match was over quickly and was in a word boring. James Jr used a disarming charm and claimed victory netting himself 21 points and costing Cedric 5. Everyone was booing as they all knew that Cedric threw the match, and judging by his death glare at his headmaster they all knew who was to blame.

By the end of the day Jame Jr had 31 points and Cedric pulled his points back up and took his frustrations out on a weakened Fleur leaving his points at 20. Fleur was at the end at minus 20. Victor was still recovering from his match and still at minus 15. The final match of the day was a highly anticipated match between the two favourites of the dueling tournament, the sibling battle between Iris Le Fay Potter and Hadrian Emrys Potter.

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Final Match of the Day: Harry VS Iris!

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"Well sister, how do we want this spar to go? Keeping to one element or the full spectrum?" Harry asked as the two walked the steps to stage.

(Play: Wrong Side Of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch)

"Full spectrum brother dear! Let's put on a show!" Iris shouted, ignoring the grumbling from the crowd.

"These two contestants need no introduction! When ready begin!" The Goblin announced as he scurried back to a safer distance.

"One for the money!" Harry shouts as he unleashed a maelstrom of elwind spells at his sister.

"Two for the show~!" She purred back as she countered with an equal number of Elthunders.

"Three to get ready!" Harry and Iris roared in unison as they launched arch fires at each other causing explosions of fire to rock the hall as they collided, however a few of Harry's got through as he had more power behind his whilst two of Iris's got through as they were smaller and avoid the return volley. Both siblings took moderate amounts of damage as the fires burst over them burning some of their clothing and reddening their skin.

"Four! Lets GO!" Harry cackled as he fired two different spells at the same time, one a Fimbulvetr (1) the other a Valflame. "Ragnarok!" He roared as the two spells merged sending a wave of burning ice at his sister, knowing that she would either counter the majority of the damage or counter it entirely.

"Tempest!" Iris roars as her own combination spell activates a Rexcalibur and Mjolnir spell fused at create a cataclysmic storm as both spells vied for dominance the crowd was shocked into silence. Veterans of the Blood War had seen battlegrounds torn asunder, buildings set aflame by a single spell and hordes of transfigured animals decimated by the same but this, a show these two young pups called it and the only comparison they had was when Voldemort fought Dumbledore.

As the two spells clashed twisters froze solid as fires were snuffed out, thunder was burned away as frozen fog was dispersed. There was stalemate in the centre of the stage as Harry raised his second wand "It's been fun sister and you are improving by leaps and bounds but… you still concentrate on one point too much. Flux." Harry stated as the weak arcane spell was sent at the barrier and rebounded to hit Iris in the side, shattering her concentration ending her spell as Harry's own started to fail. Walking forward to pick up her wand Harry asks "Are you done sister or do you have more in the tank?"

"I think that will do for today brother… I Yield." Iris groans as she sits back up, nursing bruised ribs.

"Iris Le Fay Potter yields, winner is Harry Emrys Potter gaining 12 points, his sister due to number of hits to her brother gains 2 points!" The Goblin roars over the resulting tumult. "That is the last match of today, tomorrow's matches will be later as the stage is repaired or replaced!"

"Master Goblin surely that last spell fell into the prohibited category?" Albus Dumbledore asked, looking very worried.

"Nothing of the sort, old magic it may have been but it was too weak to kill unless aimed somewhere vital or a large number fired at once." The goblin replied shaking his head.

"What about those two spells that damaged the stage?" Madame maxime asked glaring at Iris primarily.

"Against most wizards those spells would be fatal…" The Goblin started before being interrupted by an exclamation of triumph from the half giantess "...But they were countered masterfully, all the spells they used were high tier combat magic as such made to cause harm and kill if they hit the right spot. I will not be deducting points from either of them." The goblin concluded moving of the stage ignoring further protests from the judges.

"It's always amazing to see the Marshal let loose isn't it?" One of the younger Salem squaddies asked his fellow, not noticing his divisions general standing behind him.

"That wasn't the Marshal going all out… We used to have a teacher of soul fire at the academy, he managed to piss Harry off to the point he fought him seriously. They're still finding pieces of the poor bastard in the area of the massacre." Celeste informed the squaddie. "Iris on the other hand was going all out, she is improving but still has a long way to go if she want to make General rank never mind trying to follow in her brothers footsteps." She added as she turned to leave. "Gather the troops we're headed back to the tents." she ordered as the other general shouts similar orders.

Dumbledore was deeply troubled by the match, whilst Iris was more likely the child of prophecy she still lost to her brother… a chill runs down his spine as he contemplates the possibility of Harry being the prophesied one, he would be a worse dark lord than Tom ever was: An army at his back; highly skilled in combat and other esoteric magick; Powerful without the use of rituals; Charismatic even without a banner to rally his troops behind. Dumbledore felt that things just kept getting worse, he had no idea how right he was.

Both James Dumbledores were awe and horror struck as they watched the match, fear was the singular emotion that one out… they had forgotten the schools motto, they had tickled a sleeping dragon and it was powerful and angry.

The other champions were both relieved and worried as two of them had faced the siblings and come off mostly unscathed, Cedric didn't even have that cold comfort to hold on to.

Hogwarts as a whole decided to leave the Salem contingent alone, no more pranks or attempts to cause trouble they at least could remember their motto. Beauxbatons students however were afraid, Fleur was their most powerful student even outstripping some of the teachers and she was treated like a small child by two different champions and by the display of the younger she wasn't even trying. Durmstrang's students closed ranks, travelling everywhere in groups of five or more, Krum was brought in as a ringer and had fallen easily they were taking no chances.

Across the magical world the effects of Hadrian's first public display of power was having effects: The British Ministry was trying, and failing, to find a law to tie him to them to keep him under control; The American Ministry was preening over having such a power in their corner, sending discrete messages to neighbouring countries that were neutral to see if they now wanted alliances most replied yes; The Magus Association however was annoyed as the power displayed by both siblings was outside the norm, and that the only formal ally they had was with Zelretch; The Church was concerned as Hadrian and his sister could prove to be balance breakers, they chose for now to maintain a wait and see approach.

Voldemort however wouldn't find out about these events till much later, when they would be of little help to him.

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A/N: Not sure how well this turned out but here it is the first day of matches!

The next chapter will be the next two days worth of matches: Days 2 Harry versus Cedric; Iris versus James Jr; Krum versus Fleur; Harry versus James Jr; Cedric versus Iris. Day 3 Fleur versus Harry; Cedric Versus Krum; Fleur Versus James Jr; Krum Versus Iris; Any Tiebreaker matches!

Most of these matches will be shorter than Iris versus Harry or Harry Versus Krum, mainly as I want to get this arc out of the way and move on to the next match and the interlude.