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Divine Intervention

Harry stared at the slip of paper that had been given to him. Harry Potter, the words mocking him, not even an attempt to replicate his handwriting. A Confundus charm, he thought darkly. A Confundus charm can defeat an ancient magical artifact like the Goblet of Fire. And Harry hated the lack of common sense that wizards had, the inability to prevent something as simple as a Confundus charm from ruining a child's life.

"This isn't fair," he muttered bitterly, resignedly, crumpling the paper and tossing it to the ground. Around him the others were fast asleep, Ron's drapes closed and making Harry glare over there without thinking. "Who cares if he's fourteen, he's the Boy-Who-Lived. Surely he can live through a tournament known for its fatalities." If he sounded a little hysterical, who could blame him?

"Oh gods, I'm going to die. A little help would be nice." Merlin wouldn't help him; he was a revered but very much dead man, so Harry might as well appeal to some ephemeral gods. Head in his hands, the teen didn't notice the paper he had thrown on the ground catching fire by his magic and some mysterious force, burning until it was nothing but ash.

He did however notice when a fierce wind tore through the room, making the drapes around each bed flutter violently and snuffing out the candle Harry had lit when he had woken up. For a moment a drape around Harry's bed lifted and obscured the boy's line of sight. When it fell limp once more a teen was standing in front of him, amused and curious. It was dark and thus difficult to make out his features, his hair looking black and making his pale skin stand out more. Next to him was a young girl, even paler and with hair that glowed white in the darkness.

The two stared at Harry for a moment before the older teen grinned. "You called?" he asked, snapping his fingers to make the candle light back up. When he did Harry jumped a little as he registered their red eyes and the deep bags beneath the teen's eyes as well as the male's suddenly still black but red-tinged hair and the hints of blue in the girl's white hair.

His mouth moved on autopilot. "I'm sorry?"

"False," the girl said softly, making the teen laugh and pat her on the head.

"He was asking for clarification, little sister, not apologizing," he told her, before turning to Harry once more. "You did call for us, right? You asked for help from the gods and didn't specify which, so we showed up."

His shock was slowly giving way to disbelief and Harry began to look for his wand. These two were clearly mental. "So you're saying that you're gods?"

"Exactly," the teen grinned, the gesture emphasizing the bags beneath his eyes. It made him look world-weary and tired, and reminded Harry a bit of Professor Lupin. "We're not from this world, but I'm the god of…I suppose you could say contracts, and my little sister here is the god of strategy. We heard your plea, and sensed that something was off about your situation, so we showed up."

"…I see." His hand finally came into contact with his wand, and Harry whipped it forward shouting, "Expelliarmus!" The red light of his disarming spell shot forward and hit the teen in the chest.

Only to fizzle away.

The three stared blankly at where the spell had struck the teen before the person in question rocked on his heels a little. "Well this is awkward."

"Uhh…" was Harry's befuddled input.

The girl was not nearly so calm, her skin even paler and the red of her eyes darker and much less kind than they had been previously. "You tried to hurt Brother," she said faintly, her hair moving to a wind that Harry couldn't feel and her body twitching erratically as she floated into the air. The candle went out once more, to reveal that her eyes were now glowing and the wizard swallowed a little. Maybe he shouldn't have done that. And he was a little more willing to believe in their supposed godhood.

Before the girl could do little more than point at him, her brother stroked her hair and cradled her in his arms. "Hey, no harm no foul. I'm still right here, and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon," he said soothingly, letting her rest her ear over his heart. He then turned back to Harry, and his eyes too were less welcoming than before. "So you do not want our help?"

"Want your help with what?" he asked back, confused, and the teen huffed a little in disdain.

"We told you; we felt your plea for help from the gods and came here. Something about a 'Triwizard Tournament'?"

By then the two were clearly losing their patience with him but Harry didn't notice, his brain stalling as it finally put everything together. "So you heard me when I was asking for help, and you want to help me with the Triwizard Tournament?"

Red eyes rolled as the other teen snapped his fingers and relit the candle. Harry took that moment to subtly check his dorm mates and saw that they were still in their beds, their chests moving as they breathed but still deeply asleep, and he wondered if the two gods had done something to ensure that they wouldn't wake while they were there. "Essentially. We'll need to know the context first of course. You know, how you joined the Tournament, why you joined the Tournament, the rules of this Tournament, your competition and so on."

"I didn't want to join the competition," Harry snapped back defensively, before flushing a little at the startled look that flashed across the other male's face at the unsolicited harshness. "Sorry," he muttered, gesturing for them take a seat on his bed. The boy did so with his younger sister not moving outside of getting more comfortable on his lap. "People keep accusing me of cheating since there is supposedly no way for me to have entered since I'm underage. And the Champion for our school was announced before me."

As he began to explain the situation and rules of the Tournament, Harry was treated to the sight of the pair that was known in Disboard as former-king of Elchea and God of War Sora and former-queen of Elchea and God of Strategy Shiro – who together made up the current One True God of Disboard - growing angrier at the information that they were receiving. "In our world," Sora said as the teen wrapped up his story, "both sides must consent to a challenge and agree if they find the terms fair. What's happening here would be considered a perversion of our laws with the instigators punished. You may have done a poor job of introducing yourself to us, but we will not let you die from this Tournament." Sora grinned again at the younger teen, who seemed surprised but genuinely grateful.

Holding up a hand, the ashes of the paper that had helped call them there reconvened in his palm before becoming a paper once more, with a completely different message scribbled on it. He offered it to the boy, who took it warily and tried to read it over. "Call us tomorrow evening, Harry Potter, and we shall endeavor to help you. Until tomorrow." Sora nodded to the child once more, before he disappeared with Shiro. They needed to speak to Tet about their newest priority.

The only awake one in his room once more, Harry moved the paper closer to the candle to better read it. He squinted at the words and blinked as a brief flash of confusion went through him. "'When it is time,'" he read aloud, "'call upon…' but they left it blank. How am I supposed to call them then?" Turning it over to see if there was more on the back, Harry scowled a little.

You're a smart boy, it said cheerfully, you'll figure it out!

Tet perked up from his perch on a cloud, turning and smiling as his friends returned from Earth after being called away by a wish they overheard. "Sora! Shiro!" He hopped into the air and flew over to them, only to stop short. There was a frown on Shiro's face, and a dark look in Sora's eyes. "What's wrong you guys?" Tet stopped in front of his fellow gods, and Sora took a moment to nod at him before flopping onto the cloud they had been floating above. Shiro followed him swiftly, Tet doing so a little more slowly.

"A kid was forced into a game that could cost him his life, without his consent," was the muffled reply the former One True God received, and it immediately removed the smile on his face.

Strictly consensual-only games were one of the most ingrained rules on Disboard, and one of the Ten Pledges that Tet had made when he had been the One True God. Sora and Shiro had kept his Pledges when they'd taken the position, and with good reason. The idea that someone could force others to play games without a discussion of rules and stakes was horrifying, and made Tet want to go to that world and take the child away from such disgusting schemes. "And so he called for assistance?" he asked for clarification, and received a confirmation from Shiro.

Despite the situation, a small smile tugged on Tet's face. "Well, he couldn't be in safer hands, I imagine. Blank is quite the fearsome god to call upon in a moment of need."

That garnered a reaction out of the two, as Sora rolled over to look at him and Shiro looked up. Sora stared at him for a moment before a sly, vicious grin appeared. "That is very true. Come, Shiro, we need to talk to Jibril about her interest in gaining even more knowledge from another world."

"That will make her quite happy, Nii," Shiro agreed, getting into the air alongside her brother. She glanced at Tet. "Nii…"

"Yeah," he sighed, scratching his head. The red-and-black haired boy turned to look sheepishly at Tet. "We may be a bit busy for a little while, as a heads up."

The God of Play blinked a little before letting out a delighted laugh. "Well it's not like we gods have any pressing matters to attend to," he reminded them. "And who said I wouldn't drop by to see how the kid who called on you is doing in the tournament?"

Sora smiled more gently at that and dropped his hand on Shiro's head to stroke her hair. "We would enjoy seeing you there," he admitted, before they set off to talk to Jibril about an offer Tet highly doubted she'd refuse.

Tet hummed a little, remembering the two NEETs who wouldn't interact with anyone but each other, who he had dragged into Disboard years ago. "They've both changed so much and yet barely changed at all," he said to himself as he looked around for something else to do. "It will certainly be interesting to see what they make of this magical side to their world that they didn't know about." He laughed a little. "I can't see it ending well for the wizards."

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