Werewolf's defences

The silence stretched for a long moment after the incredulous whisper from Hogwarts headmaster.

Before being broken down by the same man who was now shouting at the name.

"Harry Potter!"

The whole Great Hall brode into loud whispers, the residents students looking around to know who, in fact, was the survivor and savior of the British Wizarding World. Harry's school mates watched him with sarcastic look but said nothing to out him, which he appreciated.

Dumbledore yelled again, this time looking directly at him.

Harry was looking at the table with insistance, though. Luna, who was seated before him, tapped his foot with hers, gently.

"You should get up."

"I'm not Harry Potter, never met that survivor of the killing spell, savior who? I'm Harry Black."

He could have very well used the name Hagrid or Lupin from his dads but Sirius was also his godfather, his magical guardian by law, and also this family name hold more power in the Wizarding World, so he will be Harry Black.

"When did the name change occured?"

"Starting now."

When his birth name got claimed a third time, Luna kicked his shin, forcing him to recoil physically.

"That name change wasn't official, so get up or you're going to make your father cry."

Harry shot an alamed look at the professor table, and sure enough, Rubeus Hagrid was making a scene, shaking his head violently and claiming that was impossible. Feeling guilty for worrying his dad, that he barely exchanged a greeting last night and today, he marched to him and comfort him.

He ignored the gasps behind him as his true identity's revealed and took his dad's hand reassuringly. His dad stood up, knowing the long over to his fellow staff members' disgruntlement, and hugged him tightly but still watching his strength.

"I didn't put my name in the goblet," he murmured.

"I know, son. Dumbledore, there must be a mistake!"

"I'm sure, Hagrid, but let's talk about it in a more private setting."

Both heads from the foreign magic school, along with the two ministry heads, followed Dumbledore to the chamber of reception. Three pairs of eyes zeroed to them and Harry shot an apologizing look to both Fleur and Cedric, both for startling them with the diversity of the group and for what will be said.

Igor Karkaroff, head of Durmstrang, glared at Harry and shout his disagreement the first. "There can't be a fourth champion! If Beaux Bâtons got a second champion, and a underage at that, I request that another of my student get to be chosen too!"

"Dis is hardly Beaux Bâtons' fault. Clearly, ze fault falls on the British ministry as zey vere the one who was keeping the goblet before it showed up first yesterday," madame Maxime was fast in defending her school.

"Either way, I resquest another draw since this one couldn't count!"

"And vy not? The first three champions were all clearly in age of participating, or are you not satisfied with your champion?"

"Don't put word in my mouth, you tall-woman."

"Hey, watch your words!" Both Harry and hid dad shout at the same time with similar words.

"And we cannot do a do-over, the goblet of fire doesn't work like that," Albert Runcorn, head of Internation Magical Co-operation, explained with a gentle voice.

"Well, the goblet's clearly not working if pulled out four names instead of the usual three! So you better find the problem and fix this!"

"For once, I agree with zis scrubby and short man that look like a homeless. If the goblet got bewitched, something should be done. And I am not allowing my underage student to be part of ze tournament!"

"This a scandalous accusation, headmistress of Beaux Bâtons. The goblet of fire is an important and magical artefact, you can't just say it was betwitched that easily."

"Well, if you had eyes, you'd know that's exactly what happened. Four names came out, the fourth being an underage! I thought, Dumbdore did something with the age line?"

Harry got free from his dad's hold, who rolled up his sleeves, and fisted his hand looking thunderous at the Durmstrang head.

"I'm done with your insulting behavior! Do not speak ill and misname the headmaster!"

"Hagrid, calm down, it's alright. Karkaroff only spoke too quickly, isn't that right?"

The scruffy man gulped and nodded slowly, eyeballs fixed on the giant fist.

The last man, Ludovic Bagman, the head of Magical Games and Sports, spoke up. "Anyway, we can't just make the goblet chose again, it only worked once and it won't react a second time for tonight."

"Well, it had to since he chose a fourth wizard instead of three like it was supposed to!"

"The jerk has a point!" Dad shout too.

Harry really hoped the chamber's door got an Imperturbable charm cast on it because his dad's booming voice could be heard to the caretaker's office. And so much for privacy.

"Someone must have confund the goblet, aven though we will be checking on it, we cannot delay the names of the champions. Four in this case."

"Hang on a minute, I didn't say I agree to participate!" Harry cut him impolitly.

"Exactly, Harry's underage and as his father, I refuse his participation!"

"Oh, are you now? Your name is not specified in any official papers and no one would believe that a half-breed like could be related to the savior of the wizard community."

Harry saw red. It was irritating enough to not giving a choice, but if they started insulting his father figure, he won't let it slide.

"Oh, you want my magical guardian's involvement?! How about I call Sirius here and tell him how the ministry of Magic fucked up again, huh? Remember Sirius Black? The same man you imprisoned while he was innocent without a trial because, Crouch snr, your predecessor was an arrogant moron too deep in his head! The same man who was sent to Azkaban because after imprisonning his death eater of son, he broke him out and kept him under Imperio curse like a sodding criminal, huh? Do you really want to talk about law with me, you, part of the joke that was the Ministry of Magic who wasn't even able to cast repel-muggle charm on the Quidditch world cup campsite instead of obliviating an innocent muggle? Or choose an empty field to put the Quidditch stade, like under an unplottable charm? Do you want to talk about the incompetency of the sodding Ministry that is British's? Do you know how you're the laughing stock of all the other nations? First, Voldemort's ascension where the ministry did a very poor job in defending its population, then convicting an innocent and awarding a traitor that no one checked if he was really dead, the corruption of one of his officials and head of law enforcement! You're a joke to the International Confederation of Wizards and you better open your eyes and fix it right now!!!"

By the end of his speech, everyone had their mouth opened and with terror in their eyes, probably because he uttered the very name that shouldn't be, because no way they could be stunned by a 14 years old common sense.

"Mister Potter..."

Harry's not sure who spoke and didn't care, because he wasn't actually finished.

"So, do you want to talk to Sirius Black? I have a way to contact him right in this instant because he will certainly not be happy to learn that was branded the fourth champion, against my will, while he was my magical guardian since I'm still an underage, something you stipulated in your own rule that shouldn't be participate in the tournament!!"

"Harry-"

"Do you? Why are you silent, now? Well, answer me, ministry unqualified and uncompetant staff!" 

Headmaster Dumbledore took him by the shoulder. "Harry, my boy, we understand you're upset and your frustrated emotions after such disaster, but you're still talking to a well built wizards who had years of work with him."

"It certainly didn't make him more wise! If you're not able to your brain for common sense, you should not speak at all! Or do some high qualified job! Do you want me to teach you how to do your job? Like how I taught your colleague who had to cast obliviate of the poor mr Roberts? Cast a simple shield around the campsite with the all so common repel-muggle? Do you?!"

"Alright, you made your point across! Because the rules stipulated so, the rules we made like you said of course, we cannot put an underage in the tournament, obviously, the goblet got confound to aknwoledge a fourth inexistant school that cannot be counted as it's the triwizards tournament, so only three champions! We're going to check immediately with the expert of the artefact, because unfortunately like the prodigy that mister Potter said, we in the Ministry are incompetant in some domain while knowing all about our juridiction, so yes, the expect of magical artefact will be called in this instant so we can breach the binding contract and mr Potte would not be participating in the tournament, not at all! But the three already chosen champion will, because they're their school champion, yes, yes, we all agree, problem fixed!"

Now, everyone was looking at Ludovic Bagman as if it was a whole new person. Maybe he got so scared of the survivor, he changed into a new leaf.

"Very well! All's well that ends well! Now, let us enjoy the meal too!" Dumbledore exclaimed after a moment.

The group started to move to the door, that did have an Imperturbable charm cast on both sides, with the three champions watching Harry with wide eyes, that he returned with big innocent eyes. Unfortunately, he wasn't done with the Albert Runcorn.

His lips morphed into a snarl again and his green eyes could have shot the killing curse, no one would be surprised at this rate, and he spoke in very clear tone that did allow retort:

"Mister, you are an adult, you better step up or I'll barge into the Ministry and throw you incompetant ass out of your office and give it to your assistant Percy Weasley. He may be young, he's at least competant. And no one needs useless waste of space as head of a department as important yours."

Then, he turned and left the man with Hogwarts headmaster who was waiting him to get out of the school's chamber.

Thankfully, the Great Hall was starting to emptying, but it was the perfect time to tell them that there would only have three champions, which the Daily will be notified, and that yes, Harry Potter did not put his name in the goblet of fire.

 

Since it was still weekend, Harry did not show up for breakfast. The day was also well passed that he could even miss lunch, but he was shoved out of the carriage by the headmistress herself who instructed him to take a stroll because he was spoiling his room with his brooding.

He thought about going to look for his friends before giving up and going to his dad's. He was stopped in the garden by a familiar presence who was tending to his dad's pumkins.

Without her robe, Harry couldn't know her house, but her blonde hair and face features reminded him of someone and he knew she was in Hufflepuff house, so he blurted the first name in mind. "Ms Haywood?"

She smirked. "Good guess, do you still remember my name or are you going to refer me by my sister's name?"

"I remember, yes!- Beatrice Haywood, you're in your last year and quite gifted in potion!"

"Well played. Unfortunately, I'm in regret to tell you your father's not here at the moment, he's working unlike someone."

"Hey, I got tons of shit fallen on me yesterday, I have the right to sleep in and not wanting to show my face to anyone."

"You're right, glad to hear that you don't have to participate in the tournament. Not because it's dangerous, because your little trips in the forest are more dangerous, but because it would be against your will, and no one liked to be forced to do anything and locked in some magical contract without your consent."

Harry nodded, remembering how in her first year she was trapped in a portrait and how the school got played by the dark witch Patricia Rakepick.

"That was one of the reason of me leaving Hogwarts before even making an entrance. I roamed around the school all my childhood, but when Rowan Khanna got taken, I-"

He didn't finish and she didn't pry, knowing fully well what he was saying.

"You really like them, didn't you?"

"They would have made a fabulous teacher. So much wasted talent and we have incompetant fools as head in the ministry of magic."

She did not comment and stayed silent for a moment.

"It's a good thing that you were not there the year before you make your entrance in a magic school, a war against R broked through then, it wasn't pretty."

"I bet, war can't be pretty. I'm sort of a living proof."

"Yeah."

Their tacite silence got broken when footsteps were approaching quickly and Harry raised his head to see two very familiar faces.

"Rem? Siri? What are you doing here?"

Harry checked the mirror in his pocket and fleetingly thought is he unknowingly contact his godfather in the heat of the moment, but then, they would have been here last night, right?

Seeing the seriousness of their face, Beatrice Haywood escaped without asking more.

"What are we doing here? What do you think? We were going to stay put after hearing that someone put your name forcibly in the goblet of fire while it was forbidden for underage to participate?"

"Well, I'm not participating! And did you travel all over France because someone tattled?"

"Professor Dumbledore told us, he thought it could be great to warn us of what catastrophic event happened to you so we can be there for you. And we were already in the country before you even arrive in the UK."

Harry gazed Rem to Sirius and then remembered that he did tell Sirius that he will be part of the delegation on the first day of school, so both could have done all the preparations while he was busy in the boarding school.

"So, Rem got transferred to a British branch, and Siri?"

"I was checking at St. Mungo and Kreacher. The old rag was still tending to the house very well but Winky had taken Percy as her new master since."

"Is that so?" Harry didn't remember Percy being followed by a female house-elf any time he saw him, but she preferring to serve the young man was understanding. After the Crouches got taken care, it was only logical that she went to serve the cause, but Sirius didn't want her, so Arcturus Black took her and she met Percy when the boy was going under training to know everything about political life.

"What a hectic entrance, and I heard that Quidditch was cancelled when you only asked to be in the delegation for this very reason."

"I know right, like Viktor Krum would never even get close to me, after what happened."

When asked what happened, Harry pulled a face and only glossed over the actual browl that broke out, by him.

He was thankful for the change of idea, and even more when his friends went looking for him when dinner was close only to give him what they prepared, knowing he won't be showing up in the Great Hall once again.

He was glad to be so well surrounded, because he just knew that back at Hogwarts only meant enemies showing up in all corners.