Hello! Jester'sMind at you service! This is just a simple, possible chapter one of a series I'm about to write.

And beware I have OCs, hope you'll like it!

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Sirius Black wasn't very careful when he was young, doing everything that his parents had forbid him to do, and that includes doing things... underage. He never actually realized that it will bite him back one day, and seeing as he has indeed done the deed. Well, he might as well be responsible for it, as responsible as a soon-to-be psychotic murderer and betrayer, could be.

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"The champion for Durmstrang,-" Albus Dumbledore read in a strong, clear voice and a twinkle in his eyes. "-will be Victor Krum!"

"No surprises there!" Ron yelled as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Viktor Krum got up from the Slytherin table and walked toward Dumbledore; he turned right and walked along the staff table. The Bulgarian was about to disappear through the door when the goblet suddenly turned red once more.

Viktor paused and with a confused look on his face turned to his Headmaster, wondering what was going on. Everyone's attention was focused once again on the goblet and whisphers broke out, the other students wondering if this was normal.

Everybody saw the way all the three Headmaster's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but none was more surprised than Ludo Bagman, who looked like he might die of excitement.

Mr. Crouch however didn't share their astonishment and instead looked quite suspicious of it, a second later a piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and the flames of the goblet once again turned back to blue-white. If Dumbledore wasn't surprised before, he was certainly quite gobsmacked now, it took a while for him to gather his wits, and every student was shifting in their seat, wondering what was taking too long.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts rolled the parchment, cleared his throat and just in case his glasses has fogged up, cleaned it nonverbally with a spell. He unrolled the parchment once again, and everybody was on the edge of their seat, wondering, if something had gone wrong.

"Altair... Black." Dumbledore whispered in shock, but everybody heard it quite clear and the Golden Trio was certainly more shocked than anybody. A beat of silence passed and Karkaroff opened his mouth to say something but he was cut off by, a rather, enthusiastic shout.

"YES! Damn straight! I got this one in the bag! Ya hear me, Krum?!"

Everybody turned to the boy- no teen- who shouted, he was on his seat standing and wearing a big grin on his face, one that Karkaroff would gladly wipeout, if only he knew how.

Nobody reacted for a moment, not knowing what to say, when suddenly all Hogwart students broke into whisphers.

"Black!?"

"Sirius Black!"

"The murderer!"

"Impossible!"

"He has a son!?"

But all of their whisphers were drowned out by Igor Karkaroff who was very red in the face.

"BLACK!" Karkaroff hollered in fury and he looked like he might hex the boy in his anger, but he was cut off by a loud clap.

Karkaroff looked like he'd bite the head of the one who clapped, but he lost all his anger when he turned to his side and instead looked stupefied at his student, none other than Viktor Krum.

"I'll be waiting for you then, Black." Viktor said with a smirk and continued his way to door and promptly disappeared.

Their Headmaster was opening and closing his mouth like a fish, the other Durmstrang students continued Krum's action and began clapping booming claps and if one would look closer some of the Bulgarians were banging their forks, spoons and most especially their goblets.

The Beauxbaton students started clapping too, though with more finesse and style and looked confusedly at the Hogwarts students, wondering why they weren't clapping.

Meanwhile, the teen on the spotlight was positively beaming and if possible the grin on his face grew bigger, he was also bowing mockingly at the applause that he was recieving.

"Why thank you! Thank you! And Merci to you as well!" The last one Altair said with a wink, no doubt directing it towards the female population of Beauxbaton's.

The clapping died down and with it Altair performed one last exaggerated bow, he opened his mouth no doubt about to say something more but this time Karkaroff cut him off quickly.

"Black," He said in a forced happy tone. "Why don't you go and follow Viktor now? And actually wait there?"

The Black only mock gasped in response. "And make them lose the chance to see my grand self? Why Headmaster you must've gone ma-Ack!"

What the Durmstrang student was about to say was cut off when a book landed on the back of his head, quite solidly. He was rubbing the place where his head was hit when he turned around and glared at the culprit.

"You suck."

"Sorry, brother, but I don't swing that way." A teen with glasses replied while burying his head into another book.

Altair opened his mouth, no doubt about to say a retort when Karkaroff boomed.

"Altair, shut your mouth! Alnair don't antagonize your brother!"

Altair didn't care at what Karkaroff said and frankly he never will, but seeing that his brother was no doubt armed with another heavy book, he wisely shut his mouth.

"Yes, Karkaroff." Alnair replied in a bored manner and he smirked when he heard the snickers of his brother, who was probably amused that he didn't respect their Headmaster much either.

Karkaroff in return looked like he was about to say some very nasty words, but the presence of the other Headmasters and Ludo Bagman as well as Mr. Crouch, made him swallow those very words.

"Just.. just head to the chamber." Karkaroff said tiredly while massaging his temples.

"Roger dodger, Karkaroff." Altair saluted and quickly headed to the said chamber shaking the hands of his schoolmates while they either wore amused smirks or was going along with him and shook his hand in a professional manner.

"BLACK!"

"Geez, alright, alright. Talk about impatient." The boy muttered under his breath and his schoolmates who heard him chuckled in response.

It was quite clear that the Hall was in no hurry to figure out who the next champion was, every Hogwart student was quite distressed at the appearance of a student that has the surname 'Black' and Dumbledore looked like he was thinking hard on something.

Harry James Potter could care about it less actually, he was hurt that Sirius didn't even say anything about a son, or sons in this case. Hermione and Ron was actually still in shock much like the rest of the professors, but in Snape's case he was glaring venomously at the seat of the other Black, Alnair, who was too busy reading his books to pay much notice to the glaring teacher.

"I can't believe it." Ron breathed out of his stupor and Hermione nodded mutely agreeing with him, Harry was about to follow when Ron continued his line of thought.

"Hermoine! There's a male version of you! I mean look at that, reading while the selection of champions was going on. Bloody mad, that one."

The Gryffindor table, mostly the fourth years and above plus Ginny, erupted in laughter while Hermione was pink in the face glaring at Ron in the corner of her eyes.

There was nothing wrong with reading!

It took a moment for the Beauxbaton students to process what they saw, and they exploded into chatter when they realized that the teen was wearing the blood-red uniform of Durmstrang.

"Sacrebleu!"

"What is ze meaning of zis?!"

"Didn't zey say zat zere is only one champion for each school?!"

Madame Maxime their Headmistress was also fuming quietly in her seat but that didn't stop her from stopping the noise that was made by her students.

"Silence! I would talk to Dumbly-dorr about zis... miztake." She looked pointedly at Dumbledore and glanced at Karkaroff who buried his head in his hands.

Nobody in the hall noticed that Dumbledore already had another piece of parchment and with stunned brains they barely registered who was the next champion.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," Dumbledore said loudly. "Is Fleur Delacour!"

This seemed to snap Harry out of his mood and shouted. "It's her, Ron!"

The girl who resembled a veela stood up gracefully from her seat and shook her sheet of silvery blonde hair and walked between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise and pushed the thought of a Black appearing on the back of her head, just like what Harry and Ron did to focus on the champions.

Sobs could be heard in the seats of the Beauxbaton students but when Fleur vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, hoping vainly that another Beauxbaton student would be chosen again.

The Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled another piece of parchment.

Dumbledore paused and his eyes scanned the crowd, if one would look closer, for a second, it looked like he glanced at Madame Maxime.

"The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!" He said with a heavy voice and the smile that was once on Madame Maxime's face at the selection of her champion, changed once again into a frown.

Karkaroff, in return, who looked like he was in the dumps before looked quite happy, realizing that his school has more chances of winning since they have two champions instead of one.

"No!" Ron groaned loudly, but only Harry heard him, over the loud cheers and noise that erupted at the table next to them. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to their feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber just like the other champions.

The applause of the Hufflepuff table went on so long, that it took them a while to calm down and give Dumbledore the chance to talk.

And even then some Beauxbaton students complained and cried about the injustice of it all, only the look on their Headmistress's made them stop from creating more noise.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore beamed as the noise died down. "Well we now have, our four champions. I am sure that all the champions would count on you, to give every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contibute-"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him. The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenlt into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and siezed the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written on it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore.

The students automatically wondered if this champion was perhaps from Beauxbaton or from Hogwarts, or even Durmstrang for that matter, but then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read the name on the piece of parchment.

"Harry Potter."

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Right, I forgot the disclaimer. This maybe the only time I'll say it so.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I repeat, I do not own Harry Potter. All characters belong to JK Rowling, bless her heart, the genius behind it all.

I only own my OCs. Thank you.

Constructive criticism is a joy! Thanks for reading!