Warning: Minor Mentions of suicide. Suicide is a serious matter. Remember one thing, there can many reasons to give up on life, but all you need is one reason to hold on to something dear and never let go.

Harry was laughing in his office as his parents watched confused from their painting frames. In front of him was The Quibbler, which listed The Potter-Longbottom Alliance's Houses. Only because the Royal and Noble Houses can't take part in Alliance, their power was easily equivalent to the Light Alliance, considering the Alliance contained families who supported Dumbledore in the last War and a two houses who were complete grey families, and a House of Dark Alliance.

Since the House of Potter had struck a deal with the Quibbler, The Daily Prophet sales had been swindling continuous rate since half the ruckus is always caused by Harry Potter, and since they couldn't print it and nobody outside of Britain bought it, so their readers were dwindling and they were doing it fast.

Harry was working in his office, and Lily and James were there to help him should he require it. There was a knock on the door, and Susan peaked her head through the door

"Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter." She greeted kindly. "Harry. You coming for dinner?"

"Susan, what did we tell you?" Lily asked in a motherly tone. "Call us Lily and James. And you are having dinner here?"

"What can I do, Amelia is working." Susan said. "Besides I miss Harry's cooking."

"Harry can cook?" Lily asked in a surprised tone, while Harry muttered 'here we go again.'

"Aunt Petunia handed me a lot of cook books at the age where I could look over the stove." Harry said. "They got killed in a werewolf attack."

"And you don't know where they are buried or cremated?" Lily asked.

"No." Harry said. "And I don't care." He added while leaving the room.

"Didn't they have a son?" James asked, while Lily was still reeling with shock.

"Yes." Susan whispered. "Harry said he would take care of what they did to him later, but the werewolves got to them first. I far as I know, Dudley and his Aunt are at some correctional facility for the criminally insane. The uncle was involved in a big scam, Dudley was a reputed bully, vandalism and assault, his Aunt had been breeding bulldogs and one of them bit the officers and she sort of encouraged the dog, when she said, the dog must... I am not going to complete the sentence. All evidence suggested that anybody else, and since Harry barely left the house, he is almost a ghost."

Lily left the portrait without a word, to places unknown while James just sat there looking forlorn.

Harry had been working in the kitchen, and since there were no portraits, Lily had to shout a bit.

"Want to tell me why?" Lily asked.

"I don't know, Mom." Harry said as he sat down leaning against the opposite wall. "It's just I can't feel anything. Every time I try to read a more emotional novel, like Hermione suggested, I just felt empty, like you are trying to shake an empty bottle that's full of air."

"You are meeting your therapist, right? What did she say?"

"She said to try and express my feelings." Harry said. "Maybe don't use words, Use colors."

"Can I suggest something?" Lily said. "Why don't you paint people? Amelia said you had a sharp memory."

"I'll think about it." Harry said.

"And is there something else you want to tell me?" Lily asked suggestively.

"What?" He asked confused.

"I don't know, I was reliably informed, that you were spending a lot of time with a lady." She teased.

"Come on, just because I spend time with a girl, doesn't mean we can't be friends." Harry muttered.

"We need to boost your confidence young man." Lily said. "But enough moping, go, you never keep a lady waiting for food."

"Yes, ma'am." Harry said, suddenly running into the kitchen, Lily shaking her head amused.

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"I have to say, Harry, I will never understand this sport." Emma said, as they arrived in the parking lot of the Stadium.

"Be happy you don't play." Hermione said. "There have been records, plays have gone as long as a week. They had to keep bringing in substitutes to play."

"Of course you won't be able to see the snitch if the Stadium was of this size." Dan said.

"It wasn't because of the stadium." Harry said. "The first time it happened, the snitch flew out of the stadium, apparently went sight-seeing before returning. Other time it just flew under the stands in circles before it was noticed. This thing has more adrenaline in it than football and soccer combined."

"I don't think there is anything in the world that can top that thing." Dan said. "What's with so many cars?"

"British Magical are the only people who are unwilling to integrate with the mundane and progress forward. If this continues, I think in a couple of generations, there will be more squibs born than magical." Harry said.

"Where are the others?" Hermione asked.

"Amelia has already pitched a tent for us." Harry said.

"Harry, I don't think we every one of us can fit in such a small space." Emma said.

"Trust us." Hermione said, and the party of four weaved through the crowds, before arrived at their lots.

Amelia and Susan had arrived earlier that day to set up. The pseudo-siblings were hugging and chatting up. The tent was small.

"Amelia..." Emma began saying.

"Just go in, Aunt Emma." Susan said and gently pushed her inside.

Emma almost had a heart attack when she registers her surroundings. "It's bigger on the inside."

"The beauty of magic." Harry said, slightly awed. "It never fails to amaze me."

"There is a water pump at the end of the field." Amelia said. "Ladies on the right, gents on the left. The Greengrass and the Black will be arriving together."

"We'll keep an eye." Emma said. "Harry, why don't you fill some water in the pans, we can get a nice bonfire going, might even get something ready for them."

"I'll join you." Dan said. "Since, Hermione's planning to become royalty, I think I'll need to learn more about this."

"Fine." Harry said.

Dan and Harry collected the pans and walked across the fields. Harry pointed out to different families. Perhaps, it was clear on Dan's face, that he was muggle, as people flaunted their magic, that he was genuinely invited, asked how comfortable he was.

"What is it with the British and trying to keep isolated?" Dan asked.

"What can I say, two Civil Wars, decimation of more that forty percent of the old families. After the second war, you could literally count the old families on one hand."

"And when a community is threatened, they rely on comfort of familiarity and the known." Dan realized. "Since they haven't progressed..."

"The Wizards may not have progressed, Dan, but other magical races have." Harry said. "The goblins know about DNA and heritage, but because more than half the community look down on them, they just don't mention it."

"If the customers don't know, it's not the banks fault since there is no form communication." Dan said. "But there has been enough progress ever since you and Hermione went to Hogwarts, Harry. When McGonagall came that day, she told us the bare minimum and then practically shoved the papers in our face."

"This year is going to be the biggest step I can take." Harry said. "Hogwarts is going to have visitors this year. I hoping you would be willing to be Chaperones to few trips I have planned."

"And you think this might get them to listen?" Dan asked, once the last pitcher was filled.

"Purebloods only care about money, influence and power." Harry said. "If I can pay for the travel arrangements, and the parents could only pay for the admittance fee, from their perspective, this trip is practically free, their children get to hang out with me, and since I became a Lord of such old families, I have power."

"They would be tripping to sign the consent forms." Dan said, as they spotted Sirius talking quite animatedly with Ted and Emma.

"Sirius, get your mangy mutt here and help us!" Harry shouted.

Sirius glanced at them and immediately rushed to help. "My favorite godson!"

"I want to prank the British Magical Community." Harry said.

"How?" Sirius said, skeptical, but a grin started to form, as he heard the idea. "Let me match the cost Galleon to Galleon."

"Is this something we should we worried about, Harry?" Tonks asked, looking warily at them.

"Dora, come on, don't think so little of us!" Harry said mock hurt. "And you could join us as guard, Dora, you were well liked in Hogwarts."

Tonks was still suspicious.

"What can go wrong, Dora?" Harry asked. "I think an entertainment park, a movie, and we could include some guests who can't be mentioned at this point."

"That can work." Tonks admitted. "Besides, the whole thing is to promote magical cooperation."

"I'll pitch the idea to Amelia Bones."

"No, shop talk you lot." Emma reprimanded them gently. "and get in here." She was confused as to why Sirius started snickering, but she let the matter go, as the children went inside, chatting like they haven't met for a long time, like there was no tomorrow.

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Dan and Emma got the first taste of British Inbred stupidity as Draco was actively scowling at the family with his reputation in taters, anything he could do, would send him further down the ladder. His mother Narcissa had a politer and respectful tone, as the family was assembled to take one of the best seats in the house. The children. from left to right, Susan, Hannah, Neville, Harry, Daphne, Hermione, Zabini, Nott and Davis, all took the front seats, adults behind them.

One off the government officials had started a bet on the result of the game, much to disappointment of the ladies of the group. The game, since it was a final, had a special schedule. When the Irish Mascots arrived, nothing exciting happened except the gold that fell. What was more interesting was the fact when the Bulgarian Mascots arrived. Many men and the occasional women were almost on the point of jumping right onto the field and baring their chests.

"It's always funny when it happens." The Bulgarian Prime Minister was holding back the Minister Fudge.

"What's happening?" Emma asked, as Dan was unaffected but he seemed to be holding back, Harry was unaffected, Hermione had a slightly dazed look, While Zabini look amused.

"The Mascots are Veela." The minister explained. "They are human beings, but the fact is that they are semi creatures of fire, and passion. They can't survive without their magic. But their natural magic causes people to have people to get feelings of lust. As they get energized, they loose control over it. So it is really hard for them to find someone who doesn't get brain dead when they become so passionate."

"Shouldn't I or you be affected?" Emma asked. "Harry's not affected..."

"There are two things, that can prevent a Veela's magic on you." Harry said. "One, you need to have a strong mind. Or two true love. If you love your significant other with your whole heart, you don't get affected."

"Like Soulmates?" Emma clarified, as the dancers walked to their stage.

"Nobody has yet confirmed if there are soulmates." The French Prime Minister said, who asked for a translation, wanting to join it, and Harry acted as a Translator. "But souls exist that is known."

"Really?" Emma asked, curious.

"We'll talk after the match." Harry promised.

Emma had a back to back heart attacks which to turned into aneurysms when she remembered Harry played Seeker on the team the face of both of the seekers once the match ended.

"You aren't going to play Quidditch anymore." Emma said, with a firm tone, and no amount of cute face pouting would move her from her position.

"There's no stopping him, Mom." Hermione said. "He has excessive energy; he needs to release it. Better be Quidditch than going to fight in an underground street fights."

"Hermione, stop making your Mom worry even more." Harry said. "I don't go street fighting." He left out the fact that what his recent addiction had left him with. And he was pretty sure, almost each and every one had one addiction or other.

The Irish supporters were making quite sure who won, as Harry created portkeys for journey back home, and they all said goodbye, promising to meet one last time before the holidays.

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They all received news of the rampage of death eaters the next day.

"Someone casted the dark mark in the sky." Harry noted, as the giant skull took almost the entirety of the front page. "Ron's wand was used, he was claiming he had lost it, and he had seen an unknown figure who did the actual casting."

Harry ignored Hermione as she explained about the previous war and what it signified. Since Arthur was present on the spot, and there were Aurors, he quick to ask for Veritaserum, and Ron wasn't charged with crime of casting the Dark Mark.

Harry was wondering who did, and if her prophecy was true, was this the person who had been in captivity for so long. If this prophecy was connected to the original one spoken one by Trelawney... Harry was too tired to speculate, right now.

"When are you all getting together?" Emma asked.

"We figured we would have a sleepover one night, a week before the train." Harry said. "The best protected place is either the Potter Manor or the Greengrass Manor."

"Potter Manor won't have adult supervision." Emma said immediately.

"They won't be attacked this quickly, right?" Dan asked.

"They attacked last night because they knew you would be there." Harry said. "That's what the Death Eaters do. I was thinking about moving the two of you to Potter Manor. I can install wards here, but they can be taken down easily and quickly, and you can easily be fined and arrested since, well, Hermione has been showing up Purebloods and they hate Mundanes. If you don't want to move into the Manor, I can give you a portkey that can deposit you safely at the Manor."

"We'll like to think about it." Emma said.

"Yeah, of course." Harry said.

"Harry, our booklists are here." Hermione said, as she opened the letter from the owl that landed in front of her.

Harry accepted his own letter, and opened it, and cursed.

"Language." Hermione muttered, but she herself wasn't in the mood. Emma took one look and laughed since at the bottom there was one small additional note. Bring a dress.

"What do you need a dress for?" Emma asked.

"The school will be a host to a competition this year." Harry said. "They cancelled the House Cup, and wanted to cancel Quidditch, but I figured make this year either friendly season or ask their best players to join and we can have both the Tri-Wizard and a Quidditch between the school. The dress would be for a ball they would be holding as part of a tradition of the Competition on Christmas Day. I am trying the judges to at least shift it a couple of days, because I won't be breaking my tradition."

"If they don't budge, then what will you do?" Emma asked.

"I won't attend." Harry said. "Anyways, off to Diagon Alley I suppose. Better now than later."

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Harry stepped out of the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron, to luckily what was the least crowded time of the day.

"How's it going, Tom?" Harry asked, as Hermione dusted her clothes behind her.

"Nothing changes when you work in a bar, Lord Potter." Tom replied kindly.

"Tom, we are in a friendly setting. Please, next time, call me Harry." He said. "Right now, we have some shopping to do."

"Nice to meet you, Heiress Obsidius." Tom said, when Hermione greeted him.

"Hermione, Please." She said, as they went to the brick wall that would allow them admittance into Diagon Alley.

"Well, looks like word seems to have gotten out." Harry commented.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, as they entered the store.

"I think I might just give up this year." Harry said. "I am too tired."

"Hey, no self-depreciating thoughts." Hermione said. "What brought this on?"

"I don't know." Harry said. "I think Voldemort's planning on coming back."

"Because of the Tournament?" Hermione asked. "I can see that happening. Tri-Wizard Cup can be used as a Portkey, since one of the final event is usually a maze."

"And I will find myself in a situation where I won't either be able to fight him or would heavily disadvantaged." Harry said.

"Well, then I will do it." Hermione said in a determined voice. "For James Potter, Lily Potter, and every other mundane born and raised, every person he tortured, every family decimated, broken, I will ensure Lord Voldemort won't live to see the once he comes to face."

Harry nodded tiredly and groaned even further once he saw the amount of additional books Hermione wanted purchased. "I am not going to ask."

"Good." Hermione said jovially. "What next?"

"One last thing." Harry said as they entered the bank. He started speaking in a guttural language.

The goblin nodded sharply, and immediately closed his counter.

"What are we doing?" Hermione asked.

"Potter Family Sword. It's finally completed."

Hermione was confused, then remembered, Harry had travelled around the world working with the goblins and he did ask for a forge where he could make a weapon.

The time spent in Snapfist's office was worth the wait, because the blade he returned with was as black as inky night, cold as ice, the hilt was dark liquid gold in color, the handle black leather. It was double edged, and apparently from the looks of it, quite difficult to maneuver.

"So you finally made it?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I did." Harry said, as he tested the sword. "I believe the Armor is ready as well."

While Hermione was expecting metal plating, when in fact, it was more of a wetsuit than an armor. "This is the armor?"

"Yes, actually." Harry said as inspected the hide.

"Basilisk hide is the most impenetrable skin in the discovered world for offensive magic." Snapfist said. He picked up his war axe and swung it on a piece the hide with his full might... and there was a small dent.

"Of course there is light metal plating for protection in more visible and unprotected areas should the need arise." Snapfist said.

"Snapfist, add twenty percent to the original cost when you pay to the makers." Harry said. "How many did you make?"

"You ordered one for you, Three for the Granger Family, two in the Bones Family, and three for the Longbottom Family and two in the Greengrass Family. The rest of skin had to kept aside for repairs."

"Okay. My work here is done." Harry said, he picked up the entire package, and sent out Patronus to the recipients to ask them come visit at the Manor as soon as they can.

"How did they get measurements for the armor?" Hermione asked, then remembered. " they have incredible memory. It's in their genes. It's offensive to the goblin even if you suggest the fact."

Harry managed to picked up the sword and two suits, while Hermione picked the rest, once they arrived at the Apparition Point, they had to use a portkey to reach home. With the Help of Hermione, he took the sword and the suits down to the Potions lab.

"I told you, Harry." Lily said while James hovered nearby. "You don't need positive emotions to even make something. And It doesn't have to be necessarily beautiful."

"Okay, Mom. I'll give it a go." Harry said.

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Once Hermione had left, she told the entire group about her chat in the bookshop.

"He just had normal year, Hermione." Zabini said. "Well, relatively anyways."

"And no matter what happens we will always be there to pick up the pieces." Susan said.

"Hey, we are meeting up anyways, right?" Liz asked. "Why not do it sooner than later?"

"I agree." Daphne said. "I think our big baby is in due for a very big cuddle pile."

"I will be there, but I would like a pass on the cuddle pile." Neville said.

"I have a brilliant idea." Hermione said, turning off the device.

"I better like this." Nott muttered.

"Hey." Davis said, who heard him.

"Well, this is Hermione we are talking about." Nott defended. "It still isn't too late to expect some sort of study get together."

Hermione's device turned on. "You know, how Mundanes have ridiculous concept of time travel, and well, I think you might just like how they created a whole show out of it. I have the entire thing."

"Can we even do time travel?" Neville asked.

"The Unspeakables deal that." Hermione said. "I wanted one so I could take all the classes, but Harry talked me out of it."

"Good thing." Daphne said. "I don't think Harry or any of us could have handled the fact you fainted."

"Harry, I..."

Hermione, we don't care about you just because you are Harry's blood sister." Davis said, as if explaining it to a thick a person. "Yes, you can be a bit annoying when start sprouting facts like you are the only smart person in the room, but you won't be Hermione if you didn't have that annoying habit of not knowing when you keep your mouth shut."

Hermione nodded, trusting herself to not speak at all lest she speak the wrong thing. "Anyways." She spoke after a moment's silence. "So, anybody up for it?"

"As long as there is comedy in it, I don't mind." Nott said.

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Harry was putting up a canvas on the pedestal when he realized what Hermione was talking about.

"You want to watch Doctor Who?" Harry asked. "Okay." He said. "But if we are doing that, do it correctly. From the beginning."

"Don't worry." Hermione said. "What are these?" She asked looking at the Canvas, as other kids started coming in.

"Lily asked me to paint." Harry admitted. "So did that psychiatrist. So, I painted these. Since we were all Animaguses, the theme is You and your animal."

And it was true. While unlike true magical paintings, they didn't move, each painting showed each person's dominant trait. Hermione was sitting on an armchair book in one hand, and the other hand stroking through the Russian Blue cat, Midnight, on her lap. Neville and his Great American Bear, Honeypaws, were in the middle of the woods, protecting the little ones. Nott and his Coyote, Nightshade, were standing on a pile of boulders, while watching stretch of forests below him. Tracy Davis and her leopard, Prowler, were sitting on a hanging branch, swinging legs and a crazy twinkle in her eye. Zabini and his Jaguar, Lynx, were hiding in the tall grass, with infinite patience, waiting for the weak link in the chain of his prey. Elizabeth and her Alaskan Malamute, Storm, were seen braving through the cold winter storm, dragging load behind them. Hannah and her golden retriever, Summer, were wearing service vests, helping the flow of the crowd. Susan and her Siberian Husky, Lupa, were wearing Police gear, on the lookout for suspicious characters. Daphne and her tiger, Catrina, were surrounded by a number of cubs, while the crowd around her parted to make in fear of her, as she made sure the cubs didn't hurt themselves.

"You aren't there." Daphne said.

"I already made mine." Harry said. "Right now, I am working on Lily and James. Any reviews?"

"I think they are beautiful." A new voice said. They all turned to see Amelia, Susan and Luna Standing in the doorway.

"They are, aren't they?" Emma said, entering the room. "The room is ready. No loud noises and volume to a minimum."

Harry left the canvases right there, and went with the group.

"Your idea?" Amelia asked.

"Lily's." Emma said. "The psychiatrist said Harry's wise and intelligent but the truth is that children grow, we learn to share and feel. For Harry, he skipped past those stages. Yes, he shares because he thinks he should deserve to suffer, so he looks out for others more than he can himself."

"I'll take a look at his painting when I go to the mansion." Amelia said. She picked up all the deliveries.

Amelia made the deliveries. Each had a unique reaction to the painting, but the comment was same, how accurate.

Amelia finally arrived at Potter Manor. Entering the room, for a proper boy, the room was messy, multitude of paint splashed all over the walls. Hues and tones covered the walls. On the easel, were two canvases kept side by side to form a complete picture. The picture wasn't complete but Amelia had to raise her hat to Harry's imagination. The painting was meant for Lily and James, the Stag chasing the Doe as James and Lily followed in a leisure manner. Looking around there was another canvas. One showed dark stormy skies, Harry was in the center, braving against the storm, travelling alone in the jungle path. The Wolf, Hunter, could easily be seen, the Black Panther, Shadow, illuminated by the thunder in the sky. But that wasn't all. Flying against the wind was a golden bird, almost glowing or was it burning? Behind them were two shadows, one was large black creature, with emerald green eyes. The greater of the two had only a small outline, and red eyes full of anger and hate. Harry had his arms raised, trying to protect himself from the rain. The sides of the path were littered with hints of other animals. Paw of a cat, tail of a tiger, fox, Black fur of a bear.

Another Canvas showed a Siberian Husky puppy, a wolf cub, while a German Shepard with battle scars were keeping an eye on the pair as they played around. Amelia guessed this was her, Susan and Harry.

The rest of the canvases were blank.

They contacted the psychiatrist once a month and asked for progress. The only answer they would get was no improvement. Harry's case was one in an oddball chance in hell, his psyche was so damaged that the best hope was for him was to not regress. There were some individuals, who had suffered through trauma and tried to heal themselves. Not many were successful, and those who were had a very bad love for sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies, rarely a care for those except the ones they cared about. Harry Potter was the one percent of the one percent, but push him just over the he tumble down so far that it would imepossible to give him any kind of help. Amelia knew there was a lot of things she wasn't telling her, especially where Dumbledore was concerned, but one thing Amelia knew was how to spot Croaker's people among the masses. The psychiatrist was one of Croaker's people and Amelia knew where Harry was concerned, Croaker would come to her personally.

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"Looks like someone's having a great time." Dan said, as Hermione kept shifting between the cat and herself.

"I do find it comforting sometimes." Hermione defended herself weakly.

"I just don't want my daughter stuck as a cat." Dan said. "And especially don't go wandering of with Crookshanks to god knows where."

Harry and Emma were a few paces behind talking about the psychiatrist, before they caught up.

"I know this year is special, but under no circumstances are you going to do anything stupid." Emma threatened.

"I won't." Harry said. "I think this year is going to be great."

Emma was greeting the other parents, and the kids hugging each other.

Harry and Neville helped dragged the suitcases into the carriage and with a little wand work, Neville had expanded the compartment so they could all sit comfortably.

They all sat together comfortably in the compartment until Luna arrived with a sad face. "What happened to you?" Tracy asked.

"Harry didn't make me a painting." She said, pouting, arms crossed.

"That's right." Daphne said in a mock anger. "Where's her painting?"

"I can paint one." Harry said. "But their painting is with their forms. You find your form, and you will have your painting for you. How's that?"

Luna had a determined face. "Then I will find a form."

"We have no doubt." Hermione said.

"And of course we are here to help." Zabini said. "I know you promised Emma that you wouldn't make any noise, but are you planning to make any noise?"

"Oh boy." Harry said, a huge smile on his face. "This is going to be the loudest year of all."

"Anything specific you want to tell us?" Liz asked.

"Depends." Harry said. "This year can be fun and dangerous. How about we make it exciting?"

"You want to do this?" Hermione asked. "Harry, Dumbledore is going desperate. Desperate men can do dangerous things."

"But we have an advantage." Susan said. "Hogwarts is under mass scrutiny. I didn't overhear Madam Bones planning a couple of Aurors and Hit Wizards to be placed at Hogwarts."

"So we have to work around that?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think we have to." Harry said. "With the big Dark Mark in the sky, they need something to take eyes of the British Ministry."

"So, who's the Guinea pig?" Hannah asked. "I... Not Harry again."

"This time they can't blame him for cheating."

"I think I can work my way around that." Harry said still thinking. "Since they are using the Goblet of Fire... I need to know what defenses Dumbledore is going to put around the Goblet."

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Dumbledore was seething.

This was completely undermining his authority. The four long tables which usually adorned the Great Hall had disappeared, instead there were a large number circular tables and no one knew what was happening.

Harry entered the hall and immediately took the stage.

"Now I know you look confused." He said. "But this is for a very, very good reason. Please gather your friends and choose a table to sit down."

Children took their seats before Harry began.

"First there is an Announcement Headmaster Dumbledore would like to make."

Albus stood up. "Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, The Tri-Wizard Tournament. For those of you who do not know, The Tri-Wizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to participate in the Tournament. Let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint of heart." Albus sat back down.

Harry stood up to answer the crowd. "From day after tomorrow, our school and castle will be playing hosts to two other Schools, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning. They will be our guests and I expect you behave as such. Polite, and no name calling of any kind. Trust me, I will know. You behave and you will have more special surprises coming your way."

Harry sat back down, with an internal smirk. If you didn't know Dumbledore, you wouldn't have seen the steam pouring out of his ears.

"Can I ask as to what these surprises are?" Albus asked, calling on his years of Occlumency practice, as he took a seat in the Headmaster's office.

"By definition of surprise, a surprise..." Harry began but was interrupted.

"I know what a surprise is, Lord Potter." Dumbledore said. "Since my students are participating in this so called surprise, I would like to at least hear the idea."

"Tell him, Harry." Alice grumbled, slightly annoyed by the enmity.

"If the students behave, they can go to the muggle world, learn about the culture." Alice sat straight up, hearing this. "And the visiting schools can act as group leaders to the children. This Tournament is about Magical Co-operation."

"That can actually work." Alice said. "And they are arriving early, so they can use this time to relax and enjoy the scenery."

"And how are you going to convince the visiting schools to go along with the idea, Lord Potter?" Albus asked, voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Well, they have agreed to it, Since House of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Potter, Black, Obsidius and Greengrass are willing to pay for the shuttle service, the parents only have to pay for the admission fee." Harry said. "Every visitor and student in fourth year and sixth year is going to receive a packet of information on the day after tomorrow. A couple of Professors and Parent Chaperones, and with an Auror Consignment at Hogwarts, we have a done deal."

Alice was fully grinning at the idea. "That is a really good idea. Since I have travelled in the mundane world, Madam Bones as Head of DMLE keeps herself abreast on all mundane activities, Lord Greengrass' tourism with the Granger family is known in our world."

"I should have at least been informed." Dumbledore said angrily.

"I will start trusting you the moment you stop keeping things from me, Albus." Harry said calmly. "Like the very fact you moved to hold a Tournament on my grounds without my knowledge. And you still have to return my inheritance to the goblins. You will be paying for the damage as well. The goblins have the complete inventory. You have until Halloween, Dumbledore." He said leaving the room.

"You know you can go easy on him." Alice said.

"No." Harry said, determined. "I will leave him scrambling, floundering in the dark, unable to breathe. He needs to know, how it would have felt like if I never met Amelia. By the second year, I could have committed suicide." He said walking away. "Imagine what will happen when my name comes out of the Cup and what would have happened if I had no one in my corner."

Alice's heart skipped a couple of beats at those words, stopped in shock before running to make a few floo calls.

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"What options do we have?" Charlotte asked.

"One theme park and a movie is a definitive." Amelia said, as the sifted through the brochures.

"A Hospital can work." Alice said. "They can do tours right?"

The mundane visitor, Emma said. "I am a doctor; I can pull a couple of strings."

"A police office, a post station. We can cover a lot in this area."

"Throw in a couple of magical sights as well." Minerva added. "What about where they show the history of the people?"

"Museums." Emma said. "That can be done as well. What else?"

"I have a better idea. Let the students select." Amelia said. "Spread the pamphlets and sent a checklist. They can select where they want to go."

"We are only asking for the admission price as it is." McGonagall said. "We can do that."

"How are we going to keep the children protected?"

"We have the manpower for Auror protection." Amelia said. "Once the dates have been finalized, I can fix a roster."

"When do we tell them?" McGonagall asked. "I think the first breakfast we have with them. They have to contact their families as well. Two weeks' time?"

"That can work."

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Daphne liked to say she knew herself. But today was the day their guests were meant to arrive, and Harry, being the noble person he is, decided to wear his combat armor, Gryffindor Sword in its scabbard hanging of his back, standing in front with Dumbledore. Instead of his long messy hair, his hair was short, spiky, much like one of cartoon heroes everybody is fond of.

The entire school was gathered to welcome their guests in the Entrance Hall. Harry as owner of the grounds and future owner of the school, stood in front with Dumbledore.

The first to arrive were the Beauxbatons Academy, arriving in a carriage with flying horses. Their Headmistress, Madam Maxine was quite tall. Harry greeted her courteously. What almost set her blood boiling was the fact that she could easily see a Veela in the group.

The next to arrive was the Durmstrang Institute, the ship rising from the depths of the Black Lake. With Headmaster Karkaroff, not allowed to enter the grounds, they sent a representative who would judge for the Institute. The new rule, was that the participating champion's headmaster would not be allowed to judge and in their place, the Supreme Mugwump will be the judge.

Harry didn't say a word, as people wordlessly took a seat and much of the visiting students took two entire tables for themselves.

Dumbledore stood as spoke a few words of welcome and everyone dug in as various dishes of English French and Bulgarian appeared on their table.

Harry and his group had a table to themselves.

"These dishes are delicious." Hermione said.

"Please tell that to the elves." Harry said. "They spent the entire summer learning new dishes for today and the breakfast."

Much of the dinner was spent on eating and chatting. A seventeen-year-old girl from the French school came to their table.

"I believe you are Lord Potter?"

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"I would like to thank you to allow us an opportunity in the castle despite the difference in culture."

"I am glad you have the opportunity. If there are any problems, do not hesitate to come to me or any of my friends for help." Harry invited.

"Of Course Lord Potter." The girl said. All the students went to their beds with a filled stomach and a droopy heads and excitement of what tomorrow will bring.