Okay so a new story and new fandom's to write for. Hope you enjoy.

I don't own Harry Potter or Fate/Stay Night. I only own my OC's.

Chapter 1: Masters Chosen

It was the night of Halloween. It was time to announce the champions that would represent Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang in the Triwizard Tournament. It started off as everyone expected, the three champions were chosen. Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum were all announced to represent their respective schools.

However soon there was a fourth name announced.

Harry Potter.

This was unprecedented. A fourth champion had never before been announced in the history of the Triwizard Tournament. However soon three more names were called from the goblet.

Draco Malfoy of Hogwarts.

Isabelle Dubois of Beauxbatons.

Alexi Angelov of Durmstrang.

All seven of the champions and their Headmasters gathered in a chamber just off of the Hogwarts Great Hall. Right now they were trying to decide on the best way to proceed with this sudden change of events. Well perhaps arguing was a better word for it.

"This is inconceivable! How is it that there are Seven Champions! Three of which belong to the host school!" Karkarov ranted. He whirled to face the two ministry representatives in the room. Ludo Bagman and Bartemius Crouch. When Karkarov spoke again his had calmed somewhat and his tone was persuasive. "Mr Crouch, Mr Bagman. Surely there is someway that the pair of you can rectify this."

However both men appeared completely baffled at the current situation. "I'm afraid there is nothing we can do" Bagman replied.

Crouch nodded, "Yes. A situation such as this has never occurred in the history of the Triwizard tournament. We have no protocol as to what happens next."

Karkarov looked ready to begin ranting again. However he could start, he was interrupted by seven flashes of red light from the back of champions champion's hand. When the light finally dimmed seven distinct crests appeared on the back of each champions hand.

There were exclamations of shock from all those assembled. All voices except for one man.

Albus Dumbledore.

He bent down and examined the crest of the back of Harry Potter's hand.

"Most curious. I believe I know someone who shall be able to explain all of this." Standing up he turned and addressed the others that were present, "I shall send for him immediately. Until then I suggest we put the tournament on hold."

Those assembled nodded in agreement and began to leave the chamber.

However all of them were stopped in their tracks as they saw the Goblet of Fire. Or rather what had once been the Goblet of Fire. For in it's place now stood a single cup of shining gold.

Everyone stood transfixed in the cup's golden brilliance. However, before anyone could move to take it the cup sank into the floor of the great hall.

It was two days after the announcement of the champions and Harry Potter was miserable.

He was now despised by most of the school for being chosen, his own 'best friend' counted among those that despised him. Only Gryffindor house encouraged him and that was only because admired him for what he appeared to have done.

Right now Harry was sitting in a potions class lamenting over all of this. Not to mention seething at Professor Snape for his unfair treatment of his friend Hermione Granger after she had been cursed by Draco Malfoy. Harry was interrupted from his seething by a knock on the dungeon door. Turning he saw third year Gryffindor Colin Creevey enter the dungeon and make his way to Professor Snape's desk at the front of classroom.

"What is it?" Snape spat at Creevey, obviously irritated at being interrupted.

"Please sir. Professor Dumbledore wants to see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy", Creevey replied. Both Harry and Draco raised their heads at this, their interest peaked.

Snape's lip visibly curled at this. "They both still have a lesson to complete. He may see them when they are done."

"Please sir. It's about the new arrangements for the tournament...", Colin trailed off under the force of Snape's glare.

"Very well then. Potter! Malfoy! Take your things and go. At once!"

Needless to say Harry was glad to be out of the classroom. Rapidly throwing his textbooks into his bag and trying very hard not to run out of the dungeon. Malfoy only a few steps behind him.

Colin attempted to make conversation with Harry as they walked, but Harry ignored him. His mind was racing as he was trying to figure out what could be the explanation for the increase in the number of champions. Several thoughts crossed his mind but none of them made any sense to him. He briefly thought that Voldemort could be responsible, however he soon dismissed that thought as Harry could not see the point of introducing the three champions that had followed him out of the goblet.

When they reached the classroom it turned out that the four other champions had already arrived.

Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory stood off to one side making conversation. It was apparent to everyone there that Fleur was flirting with Cedric.

Viktor Krum was slouching in a corner glaring at everyone. Quite unusual for a professional Quidditch star. Alexi Angelov stood close to Krum, he appeared to be half asleep as his eyes were closed.

Isabelle Dubois sat on a chair apart from everyone else and appeared to be quite nervous about her surroundings.

Malfoy immediately walked off to try and strike up a conversation with Viktor Krum. Harry was unsure of what to do and decided to sit down on one of the chairs that were scattered around the classroom.

As soon as he was done looking at all this Harry noticed that a woman was making his way over to him. She had curly blond hair and jeweled horn-rimmed glasses. The rest of her outfit consisted of magenta robes and a crocodile skin handbag.

"Rita Skeeter. Daily Prophet reporter" she said by way of introduction. Harry was worried at this, he had heard enough about Skeeter over the summer to know that she was bad news. "I was just wondering if we could have a quick interview Harry. About the tournament."

Fortunately Harry was saved from answering as Professor Dumbledore and the other headmasters entered the room. They were followed in by two other people, one of whom Harry recognized as Ollivander the wandmaker. The second man was completely unknown to Harry and everyone else who was present, except for Professor Dumbledore.

The man was young and appeared to be in his early twenties. The man had short dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes, that were constantly scanning the room, as if to identify some sort of threat. His skin was pale, though not unhealthy. However the thing that separated the man from all of the other wizard's and witch's in the room was his clothing. He wore muggle clothing instead of robes. A navy blue jacket sat atop a plain white shirt. He also wore jeans which were the same shade as the jacket. The man wore a set of tough looking leather boots on his feet. The newcomer then proceeded to make his way to the back of the room and sat down on a chair.

Dumbledore made his way to the centre of the room and began to speak. "Good afternoon to you all. May I introduce Mr Ollivander", Dumbledore turned and gestured towards the old wandmaker, "He is here to make sure that all of your wands are in working order for the...trials that you shall all face." Everyone in the room noticed the hesitation in Dumbledore's voice, as if he held a particular distaste towards these trials.

Dumbledore then gestured towards Ollivander. He then moved to one side as Ollivander moved to stand in the centre of the room.

"Miss Delacour you first."

Fleur stepped forward and passed her wand over to the old wandmaker. Ollivander then proceeded to turn the wand over between his fingers, examining it in detail. It was a moment before he spoke. "Nine and a half inches, rosemary and the core...oh my. Is this?"

"A hair from the head of a Veela! One of my grandmother's!" Fleur said by way of explanation.

Ollivander nodded, "Yes. Yes. I thought so. I've never used Veela hair myself, I always found that it makes for rather...temperamental wands. However if this suites you." He then proceeded to flick Fleur's wand and made a bouquet of flowers appear out of thin air. Ollivander then gave Fleur the flowers and returned her wand to her.

"Ms Dubois, you next."

As Fleur and Isabelle passed each other Harry noticed a barley concealed look of contempt on Fleur's face. Isabelle appeared to shrink away at the look that was sent her way.

As she walked up Harry took the time to examine Isabelle more closely, he had not before due to the fact that Fleur always pulled everyone's attention toward her. She had a thin and lithe figure. Isabelle's skin was lightly tanned. Her hair was a long chestnut brown tied into a ponytail, it stopped at about mid back. Isabelle handed her wand over to Ollivander, who raised the it close to his eyes as he examined it.

"Most curious" said Ollivander "Acacia wood ten and a quarter inches. Very rare indeed. And...unicorn hair as the core I believe."

Isabelle nodded rapidly in response. Ollivander then proceeded to conjure a fine white mist from the wands tip. He then passed the wand back to Isabelle, who gratefully accepted it. She then proceeded to return, rather rapidly, to her seat. Harry could see from her expression that she could not wait to get back to get out of the spotlight.

Cedric was next. Ollivander was much more excited as he examined Cedric's wand, as it was one that Ollivander had crafted with his own hands. The old man spent a lot of time reminiscing about obtaining the wands core, which was unicorn hair.

Alexi Angelov was next. Angelov was a tall young man and his body was taught with muscle. His dark hair was closely cropped to his skull, giving everyone a full view his face and the cruel smirk that sat upon it. However the most unsettling part of Angelov's features were his eyes, there were the colour of freshly wrought steel and they held a cunning that beguiled his muscular form.

Once again Ollivander examined the wand before him carefully, raising it right up to his eyes. "Ebony. Eleven inches and the core is dragon heartstring." Angelov simply smirked back at the old man in response. Ollivander then proceeded to sent a billow of red flames from the tip of the wand before returning it to it's owner.

Harry paid little attention to the rest of the ceremony, Ollivander's examination of both Krum's and Malfoy's failed to keep Harry's attention. In fact he barely paid attention when his own wand was examined, although Harry made sure to listen for any mention of the connection between his own and Voldemort's wands, Harry was far more interested in the second man. As Harry made his way back he turned to look at the stranger, the man was sitting incredibly still on his chair, his dark green eyes focused on Harry as he walked away. Harry quickly turned away, however he still felt the stranger's eyes focused on him as he made his way back to his chair.

As Ollivander made his way from the centre of the room, Dumbledore took his place. "Now to explain how the rest of the events will continue, allow me to introduce Mr Draven Dusk of the mages association." As Dumbledore spoke he gestured towards the now identified Draven Dusk who was making his way to center of the room to stand next to Dumbledore. As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking Mr Crouch, Professor Karkarov and Madam Maxine snapped their heads around to stare at Dusk, almost simultaneously. Whoever he was and whatever the mages association, both these factors caused brought surprise to the three of them.

"The Seven of you gathered here have been selected to take part in a powerful ritual." Dusk's voice was calm and still, but it contained a hardness to it that spoke of untold experience in combat. "By the end of it one of you will be able to have their greatest wish granted."

Dusk paused for a moment watching the seven for their reactions. Viktor Krum stayed as surly as ever, seemingly unphased by this news. Alexi Angelov was the complete opposite, there was an expression of pure greed on his face. Fleur Delacour appeared nervous for a fraction of a second, before quickly hiding her nerves. By contrast Isabelle Dubois made no attempt to hide her nerves. Cedric Diggory's face was curious at Dusk's words. Like Angelov Malfoy's reaction was one of greed. Harry was quite confused by all of this, not quite understanding what Dusk was talking about.

Dusk smirked at all this, no one here had any idea what they were truly in for.

"However there is a catch. To get your wish, the seven of you are going to have to fight in a war. A war against each other. The Holy Grail War"

The expressions of surprise across the room were exactly what Dusk had expected.

Okay so news concerning my other stories. I am still working on SWTOR: The Emperor's Wrath and will get a new chapter out as soon as possible. However I will not be posting a Jedi Knight story anytime soon as I am finding it difficult to write a story from a Jedi's perspective. I promise that it will be done, but not anytime soon.