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Harry Potter : The Archmage Awakens

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Capítulo 1: Chapter 1 : A new Beginning

Adrian groaned, his head pounding as though he had been hit with a sledgehammer.

Voices echoed around him dozens, maybe hundreds all talking at once. His ears rang, and his body felt off, like he was wearing clothes two sizes too small.

He forced his eyes open, only to be met with a scene that made no sense.

Rows of long wooden tables stretched out before him, surrounded by people in black robes.

Candlelight floated in the air, illuminating a ceiling that mirrored the night sky above.

'What the hell?' Adrian thought, his mind spinning. 'Where am I?'

Before he could process the strange surroundings, a sharp, searing pain erupted in his skull.

He lowered his head, gritting his teeth as images and memories flooded his mind.

A cupboard under the stairs. A giant with a pink umbrella. Letters flying through the air. A scarred man with a turban unraveling before his eyes.

And then magic.

As the pain subsided, Adrian opened his eyes again, his breathing ragged.

He felt different smaller, leaner, and strangely familiar with the room around him. Slowly, the truth hit him like a lighting-bolt.

He wasn't Adrian anymore.

He was Harry Potter.

Adrian—no, Harry—looked down at his hands, thin and pale, one trembling slightly as he ran it through messy black hair.

His fingers brushed against the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and a chill ran down his spine.

'This can't be real,' he thought. 'This has to be a dream or some kind of hallucination.'

"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore said calmly.

The booming voice broke through his thoughts. Adrian's head shot up, and he realized everyone in the hall was staring at him.

In his small episode that he was going through, his brain had subconsciously ignored the voices that were shouting around him.

Now though it was completely quite. Not a sound to be heard in the entire hall.

Dumbledore stood at the front of the room, holding a slip of parchment.

His piercing blue eyes were locked on Harry.

It took him a moment to remember what this was. The Triwizard Tournament, The Goblet of Fire.

Today was the selection of the champions. The three champions has already been selected that left only him the unlucky fourth champion.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Harry thought, swallowing hard..

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called again, his voice firm but tinged with urgency.

There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat.

Hermione leaned close, whispering urgently, "Go on, Harry!"

Harry pushed himself to his feet, feeling every eye in the room follow his movements.

His legs felt like jelly as he walked toward the front, his mind racing.

He vaguely registered Ron's shocked face, Hermione's worried expression, and the mutterings of the crowd around him.

"Why him?"

"This has to be a mistake."

'This isn't happening,' he thought. 'How could this happen to me.'

He could feel hundreds and hundreds of eyes upon him, as though each were a searchlight. 

After what seemed like an hour, he was right in front of Dumbledore, feeling the stares of all the teachers upon him.

"Well . . . through the door, Harry," said Dumbledore. He wasn't smiling. 

Harry went through the door out of the Great Hall and found himself in a smaller room, lined with paintings of witches and wizards. A handsome fire was roaring in the fireplace opposite him. 

The faces in the portraits turned to look at him as he entered.

Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire.

Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two.

Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire.

Fleur Delacour looked around when Adrian walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair.

"What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"

Harry barely heard her. His mind was spinning, a strange calm beginning to settle over him.

The memories and chaos in his head hadn't vanished, but he pushed them aside.

There was no time to dwell on how or why he was here. He had to act.

'Okay,' he thought, clenching his fists. 'I'm Harry Potter now. If I don't keep it together, they might figure something out .'

From now on he was Harry Potter. The sooner he accepted this the better.

At-least, he was not going to go into a mental breakdown as some other MC's go through when ever they get transmigrated to some one else's body.

He had always thought of that as stupid, so now that he somehow ended up in that exact situation, it was time to practice what he had preached before.

His thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open behind him, and Ludo Bagman strode in, his round face alight with excitement.

He clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder, steering him toward the group by the fire.

"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing Harry's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen . . . lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three.

"May I introduce incredible though it may seem, the fourth Triwizard champion?"

Viktor Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed Harry.

Cedric looked baffled. He looked from Bagman to Harry and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said.

Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's thick eyebrows contracted slightly. Cedric was still looking politely bewildered.

Fleur frowned. "But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman. " 'E cannot compete. 'E is too young." 

The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

Harry heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Professor

McGonagall closed the door.

"Madame Maxime!" said Fleur at once, striding over to her headmistress. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!"

Harry would have liked to tell her that he was not a little boy but since, he was in fact in the body of 14 year old, he felt he could let it slide.

Madame Maxime had drawn herself up to her full, and considerable, height.

"What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" she said imperiously.

"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff.

"Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions — or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"

He gave a short and nasty laugh.

"C'est impossible," said Madame Maxime, whose enormous hand was resting upon Fleur's shoulder.

" 'Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions. It is most injust." 

"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff, his steely snarl still in place.

"Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."

"It's no one's fault but Potter's, Karkaroff," said Snape softly. His black eyes were alight with malice.

"Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules. He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here —"

Harry's lips twitched. 'Ah, there's Snape. I was wondering when he'd start his usual spiel.'

Bagman, seemingly oblivious to the rising tension, clapped his hands together. "Well, the rules are the rules! If Harry's name came out of the Goblet, he has to compete!"

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Capítulo 2: Chapter 2

Professor Dumbledore was now looking down at Harry, who looked right back at him.

"Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" he asked calmly.

"No," said Harry. He was very aware of everybody watching him closely. He could not afford to make a mistake at this time.

Snape made a soft noise of impatient disbelief in the shadows. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at him.

"Did you ask an older student to put it into the Goblet of Fire for you?" said Professor Dumbledore, ignoring Snape.

"No," said Harry repeated.

"Ah, but of course 'e is lying!" cried Madame Maxime. Snape was now shaking his head, his lip curling.

"He could not have crossed the Age Line," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "I am sure we are all agreed on that —"

"Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line," said Madame Maxime, shrugging.

"It is possible, of course," said Dumbledore politely.

"I didn't put my name in the Goblet," Harry said firmly, looking at everyone in the room "I don't know how it got there."

Dumbledore studied him for a long moment, his blue eyes searching Harry's face for any hint of deceit.

At last, he turned to Mr. Crouch, who had remained silent thus far.

"Bartemius," Dumbledore said evenly, "as head of the Department of Magical Cooperation, and a judge to this tournament , do you have any insight into this matter?"

"We must follow the rules, and the rules state clearly that those people whose names come out of the Goblet of Fire are bound to compete in the tournament."

"Well, Barty knows the rule book back to front," said Bagman, beaming and turning back to Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, as though the matter was now closed. 

"That does not address how his name got in!" McGonagall exclaimed, her voice rising with frustration.

"Whether by his own hand or another's, the result is the same," Crouch said, his tone cold. "Mr. Potter is, by the Goblet's decision, a champion."

And so the arguing continued Harry tuned out this because he already knew about the end result.

He knew he would have to compete in the tournament.

He just wasn't sure if he will survive given that the original Harry had survived only through sheer plot and luck.

His mind drifted to the three tasks he'd have to face.

The dragon. The lake. The maze. And, of course, Voldemort at the end of it all.

His chest tightened for a moment before he pushed the thought away.

Moody's entrance jolted him back to the present.

"— in which Durmstrang will most certainly not be competing!" exploded Karkaroff. "After all our meetings and negotiations and compromises, I little expected something of this nature to occur! I have half a mind to leave now!"

"Empty threat, Karkaroff," growled Moody. "You can't leave your champion now. He's got to compete. They've all got to compete. Binding magical contract, like Dumbledore said. Convenient, eh?" 

'I really doubt there is actually a magical contract binding me. Because if you can just bind anyone with the goblet of fire even without their knowledge then it would a restricted artifact not a medium of selecting some champions that no one out of school cares about' Harry thought to himself.

'It probably only binds the people who put their names willingly in it.'

"Convenient?" said Karkaroff. "I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody." 

"Don't you?" said Moody quietly. "It's very simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that goblet knowing he'd have to compete if it came out."

"Evidently, someone 'oo wished to give 'Ogwarts two bites at ze apple!" said Madame Maxime.

"I quite agree, Madame Maxime," said Karkaroff, bowing to her. "I shall be lodging complaints with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards —"

"If anyone's got reason to complain, it's Potter," growled Moody, "but . . . funny thing . . . I don't hear him saying a word. . . ."

"Because it won't change anything," Harry said, his voice steady. "I'm bound to compete, right?"

The room fell silent for a moment, Dumbledore's gaze flickering to him with what Harry thought might be a glimmer of curiosity.

 'Great, now I've got his attention. He pays too much attention to me.'

'I hope he is not one of those fan-fictions type Dumbledore or I am screwed ' Harry thought to himself.

"How this situation arose, we do not know," said Dumbledore, speaking to everyone gathered in the room.

"It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry have been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, therefore, they will do. . . ."

"Ah, but Dumbly-dorr —" Madame Maxime started saying.

"My dear Madame Maxime, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it."

Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime did not speak, she merely glared.

She wasn't the only one either. Snape looked furious; Karkaroff livid; Bagman, however, looked rather excited.

"Well, shall we crack on, then?" he said, rubbing his hands together and smiling around the room.

"Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Barty, want to do the honors?"

Mr. Crouch seemed to come out of a deep reverie. "Yes," he said, "instructions. Yes . . the first task ."

"The first task is designed to test your daring," he told Harry, Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor, "so we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard , very important. . . ."

Harry was sure the "daring" part meant "who can survive a death trap by trying to steal a Female Dragon's egg," but he kept his thoughts to himself.

"The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges."

"The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament."

"The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over."

" Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests." Mr. Crouch said.

Harry listened quietly to this as though he had the knowledge of this, he still wanted to make sure, he would not have forgotten anything important.

With the explanations about the first task done Madam Maxime and Karkaroff both took Fleur and Krum out of the room.

"Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed," said Dumbledore, smiling at both of them. "I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise."

Harry was glad this whole thing had at last come to an end, He just wanted to be alone at the moment and think things through.

Harry glanced at Cedric, who nodded, and they left together. 

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