I am only going to say this at the beginning here, because it should be obvious. I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. They are all owned by JK Rowling. The plot and any new characters are my own. This is a triad m/m/m; if you do not like it, please do not read. If you favor the Golden Trio, Dumbledore or Ginny/Harry pairing; then please do not read further. I have never liked the Golden Trio, Ginny, Dumbledore or Molly Weasley. Please do not look for it in any of my stories. I must give a lot of thanks for my beta's, Criminal Minds Queen, help with the rewrite of this story. I ask now for patience because updates will be slow and sporadic. I hope everyone likes the new and improved version.

Summer of 1994

In a hidden room of the castle, four portraits, consisting of two men and two women, began to talk. "Something must be done! I cannot believe that our legacy allows a student to remain abused and being treated the way he has." One of the women huffed.

"The boy does hide most of the evidence behind a glamour." The other woman stated.

"Yes, it is all worrisome, but not the biggest problem." A dark-haired man practically hissed.

"What pray tell is the biggest problem, Salazar?" A red-haired man stated.

"The biggest problem here is that a boy who is heir to two founders and two Sacred 28 houses, is being kept ignorant of who he really is unknowing of the power that he holds because it is bound. People are stealing from him and looking to steal it all which includes Hogwarts but only the Headmaster knows that and wants its for himself."

"Lady Hogwarts, why have you not done something?" One of the women questioned.

"I cannot Lady Rowena. My magic is bound until a student asks for help. It is tied to the Headmaster and the rings of Slytherin and Gryffindor. The boy must reach out himself before I can do anything. The Headmaster is bringing back the Triwizard Tournament. He is hoping to lure Voldemort out and hoping to put the boy into it." The castle stated.

(October 31, 1994, Harry's POV)

I truly do not want to be here. Why choose this night of all nights for the Champion Selection? I thought as I listened to the selections. Once I heard Cedric's name, I sighed and relaxed a little. I frowned as I heard the Goblet of Fire spark to life once more.

I paled. I just knew what was on the strip of parchment. Dumbledore yelled my name. I tried to sink under the table. However, Hermione kept nudging me. I thought about trying to move but felt frozen in fear. "I don't want this. I don't want to be a champion." I kept mumbling repeatedly.

After my name was yelled for the third time and Hermione practically pushed me off the bench, I rose slowly and started to make the dreadful trek towards the Headmaster. I could feel the anger in the room. I wanted to hide. I wanted my cupboard for the first time in a long time.

"I don't want this. I didn't put my name in there. I didn't." I said over and over despite being ignored.

I felt someone grab my collar. Shock and fear rushed through me. I felt myself being pushed backwards, and I fell to floor. I tried to curl into a ball. Three headmasters closed in on me with voices filled with anger. I felt things closing in around me and saw my uncle ready to beat me. "Please, I didn't do it. I promise to be good. Please, I didn't do it." I cried. I looked towards the other champions but did not actually see them. "Please, help me. I didn't do it. Please, someone help me." I felt a snap like a rubber band breaking. My magic came forward. Suddenly, a bright light filled the room. I saw a bolt of magic hit the ceiling before I got lost in my memories.

(October 31, 1994 Blaise POV)

The excitement could be felt throughout the entire Great Hall. I watched in boredom as everyone made fools over themselves by betting on who would be selected from each school. I could only shake my head as my eyes scanned the crowd of people inside the enlarged Great Hall. My eyes landed on none other than the emerald-eyed Gryffindor, Harry Potter.

I did not know the boy to either hate or like him; however, I had been watching the boy since the start of the school year. I was curious as to why the boy needed to wear a constant glamour. I watched the people around the boy. I only wondered why no one else seemed to notice.

I could admit to being annoyed with him and his friends. It seemed like the Golden Trio could do no wrong. Yes, they received detention and had points removed; however, I knew that if I or any of my housemates tried to do some of the things that they did, then we would be expelled. It was the unfairness that caused me to react the way I do when around them.

I turned my attention back to my other housemates and periodically glanced back to Potter. He appears to be unhappy and wanting to be someplace other than the Great Hall, and I would almost swear that there is a deep sadness and a lot of secrets hidden in the 14-year-old eyes. Again, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. I was just thankful that Draco was not paying the Golden Boy any attention tonight, because I knew that I would have been caught staring. It seemed that those two were like magnets to each other.

I was sometimes even envious of Draco, because he was one of the few people that I noticed that could make Potter's eyes darken with fire and passion. It was in those moments that I tried to stay away from looking into them, because I felt that I could become lost in them. I knew that there was something more that lurked below the surface other than his eyes that drew people to him. I did not know what it was. I did not want to know. I also knew that Potter did not know.

I was glad that the selection was about over because I was getting hungry. I wanted to eat and get back to the safety of the dorm. For some reason, I was finding it harder than usual tonight to ignore Gryffindor's Golden Boy. I glanced from the Goblet to the champions. I watched as the Headmaster started to walk to the podium.

It was like slow motion. The Goblet pulsed through the air. Fire rose from it again and a single tiny sheet flew out of it. The whole room went silent. Dumbledore turned around and the slip of parchment floated into his hand. His face turned red with anger, and eyes were full of fear. Dumbledore yelled the name of the one person I could not get off my mind, and the room erupted with shouts from everyone.

I was not fearful of being caught staring at the boy. Everyone was staring at him. The boy looked shocked and frozen in fear. He was mumbling something. He did not begin to move until the third time his name was shouted, and his friend almost pushed him off the bench.

I watched as the boy moved towards Dumbledore. He kept his head down and shaking it slowly while mumbling. He looked like someone walking to their death and was extremely scared. I thought that I saw slight tremors of fear.

I watched as shock and fear appeared on the boy's face when Dumbledore yanked the boy by the collar and shoved him towards the other Champions. The Drumstrang's Headmaster and Beauxbaton's Headmistress were beginning to bare down on Harry with accusations. I could see the boy curling into a ball of fear. I wanted to get up and tell them to back off Harry.

I was furious. How could they not see how scared he was when he was walking up to Dumbledore? How could no one realize that he looked tired, beaten and way too small? I could feel my fists begin to tighten and forced myself to calm down. Then it happened.

The hall began to shake. The air began to pulse. Harry kept screaming through tears repeatedly. "Please help! I didn't do it. Please help!" There was a loud thunderous boom. The windows shattered and tables and benches broke. A blinding light encased the Great Hall. A bolt of magic came from Harry and hit the ceiling, but the ceiling did not absorb it; it directed it to the Goblet of Fire which sent out two bolts of magic hitting me and Draco square in the chest which dropped us to our knees. There was pain and fire, but it lasted only briefly. Yet, no one seemed to notice through the blinding light.

I looked at Draco who was frowning. Draco spoke in a weak voice, "We tell no one unless they ask. We need to know what it was before saying anything." I only nodded.

(October 31, 1994 Draco's POV)

I started the year with taking my frustrations out on the Golden Trio as usual. However, I was frustrated and sad because of my father. My father spent the summer talking about the Dark Lord or criticizing me. I could never seem to please my father. I was mad that it still got to me. I was beginning to get scared because deep down I wanted nothing to do with the Dark Lord.

I was even more worried, because I realized that I was gay. I knew what my father's reaction would be if he ever found out. I had heard whispered conversations about a possible marriage contract. I had realized over the summer that no girls seemed to interest me, and I admitted to myself the attraction that I had for my friend Blaise.

I tried to get into the excitement that was buzzing around the Great Hall; however, the only thing that I could think about was the fact that I did not want to take the mark or follow the Dark Lord. However, I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard Harry Potter's name being called.

"Figures, the Golden Boy would do something like this, as if he does not receive enough attention already." I growled.

My attention became focused when the air began to pulsate. I jumped off the bench I was sitting on and pushed myself against the wall when I heard the tables and benches begin to break and the windows shattered. I squinted my eyes to see through the blinding light and tried to move when two bolts of magic came towards me and Blaise. I could not move, and it hit me square in the chest.

The pain seared through me dropping me to my knees. I could barely breathe. However, it only seemed to last for a minute. I was suddenly filled with fear. My voice was weak when I turned to Blaise. "We tell no one unless they ask. We need to know what it was before we say anything."

(October 31, 1994 Hogwarts POVs)

"I do not want to choose him. Something feels wrong about the paper. However, I was created to choose the best and most able to withstand the tournament."

"I know; however, magic and fate seem to put him upon this path. We are only tools made of old magic. We cannot argue against it."

"I know but it does not mean that I have to like it. He will need help and guidance." The spirit of the cup spoke as it released the fourth piece of parchment.

Something briefly shattered as the results vibrated around them. "The boy's magic is heavily bound. I need to bind him." The spirit of the cup spoke before binds shattered.

"Finally!" I shouted with glee. As I felt the plea for help and the boy's magic hit the ceiling. "I need you to choose the best candidate to help guide and protect this abused boy who will change the Wizarding World. A boy who has never known love only hate and false friendships."

Seconds later, the spirit of the cup spoke to the castle. "It is done. The boy is not bound to the tournament but those chosen by magic. They are now bound to the boy. It is a deep soul marriage bond to keep them from being bound to others but to allow them to keep their own will as well. They will not feel a pull to each other until the boy's emancipation is recognized by someone other than magic."

"Why two?"

"The boy was assigned two mates by magic: one by birth and one by circumstances. He is too powerful for just one person due to his abuse."

I whispered to the four portraits. "It is done, but results will take time. It is all that I can do for now."

With shared looks the portraits stayed silent knowing that in time things would be revealed further.