Hi all,
Dishu (..Bournville..) and I had this crazy idea to do a crossover story of HP and PKYEK. For those who don't know what a crossover is, it's basically the mixing of two worlds.
This story starts off from the year of the Triwizard Tournament (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire). We hope you'll give this story a try and comment if you'd wish us to continue.
Credits : Dumbledore's words in the prologue are direct quotes from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 16.
Prologue
"The champion for Durmstrang," said Albus Dumbledore's clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."
For a few seconds, Abhay couldn't believe it.
Viktor Krum.
Abhay sat stock still in his seat as the clapping echoed throughout Hogwarts' dining hall. Viktor rose from his seat and walked through a door while his uncle called words of pride after him.
Triwizard champion.
He'd lost. Months of preparing for this, and he'd lost to Viktor. Viktor-freaking perfect-Krum. The boy his uncle had favoured to win. Not him. Even though he'd repeatedly beaten Viktor at defensive strategy and magic, even though he'd been the one with the best marks in class.
But no. Just because Viktor was playing at the international level, of course he was better.
He clenched his fists, trying to contain his anger, jealousy...and bitter disappointment. He would not have the chance to represent Durmstrang at the Tournament. And he'd badly wanted to have the honour, to see Uncle Igor's face when he realised Abhay was, in fact, better than his star student. Except he wasn't. It was Viktor, not Abhay, who was the champion from his school.
Albus Dumbledore was reading out the names, calling out the name of Fleur Something from Beauxbatons - she looked too frail, thought Abhay disparagingly, was the Goblet incapable of picking a proper contender all around?
The Hall erupted in a storm of clapping as the Hogwarts champion was announced. Clearly a popular favourite, though a blond boy at the table they were sitting at booed at him as he passed. Even Abhay wouldn't go that far, to openly mock the representative of his school.
Fool.
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Diggory wasn't a bad choice, Piya thought. He was a better choice to be Hogwarts champion than Warrington, at least. She'd overheard the Slytherin boasting about being Hogwarts champion. Bet he didn't feel quite so great now.
And Diggory had at least been nice enough to her the one time she'd got lost among the staircases. He'd pointed her the way to Ravenclaw Tower without sneering at her. And besides, he was rather handsome, and Piya was sure she wasn't the only girl who thought so.
But she was probably the only one who wasn't that excited about the Triwizard Tournament. Did no one care about the death toll that had made the schools cancel it in the first place? She'd read about the numerous injuries - surely, many others would have - but didn't they see how stupid the whole thing was? And exactly how did the Goblet work? How was it supposed to know who the right sort of person was, just from their names? Was it some kind of a lottery, or did a person's name have some hidden trait?
She'd have to talk to Professor Flitwick about it, see what she could find out -
A sudden hush fell over the hall as Dumbledore stopped speaking.
The fire in the goblet had turned red. Another piece of parchment was ejected out of it, which Dumbledore plucked out of the air and held it in his hand.
Piya stared, as did everyone else. Wasn't there supposed to be just three slips of paper for three champions?
At last, Dumbledore spoke the name on the parchment. "Harry Potter."
"What?" said Piya, but no one heard her : everyone was talking at once.
Harry Potter? But Harry Potter was a fourth-year Gryffindor, there was no way the Goblet would have -
She craned her neck for a glimpse of him, half expecting him to strut up to Dumbledore to accompanying cheers, but he hadn't even got up yet.
How had he entered? Why wasn't he standing to his feet, owning up to the prank-
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"
Finally, she saw Potter rise from the Gryffindor and walk to the door ; he vanished through it and the Hall erupted in an uproar.
Piya didn't understand. How could Potter have done it? Dumbledore himself had drawn the Age Line, she'd heard how Fawcett had grown a beard when she'd tried to use an Ageing Potion to cross it.
So if not an ageing potion, then what? And surely he wouldn't be competing? It would be unfair to the other schools if Hogwarts had two champions, instead of one.
It was completely weird.
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Arjun
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