So uh, this is a very late side-fic that I should have worked on long ago.

The facts are, sometime in 2017, I finally reached a hundred reviews on AO3, and offered Hallowtide, the 100th reviewer there, to give me a prompt to write.

And in 2018, I reached four hundred over reviews on this site, and offered Dragon of Winter, the 400th reviewer the same opportunity, as I have given to the 100th, 200th and 300th reviewer in the past.

And then, I got busy, and these prompts slipped my mind for a long time. And so here we are, a few years later.

Knowing that I would take ages to write two side-fics, I decided to combine them into one. And it's probably going to be about as long as Desenrascanço, but I've decided to split it into three chapters instead of the usual one-shot.

And here's the first chapter! Hope you guys'll enjoy this one~

Warnings: Fem! MOD! Neutral/Dark! Harry, Time Travelling (of three characters), very AU. Not to be taken seriously.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Anything not found or found to be different in Harry Potter Wiki, Pottermore or in the books or movies are likely to be changed or made up by me.

The Prompt by Hallowtide: A continuation of Hadria and the Princeling Basilisk from Greece, featuring a badass, possessive, and protective Grindelwald.

The Prompt by Dragon of Winter: Hadria getting into the Tournament and the reactions of everyone. And the Slytherins freaking out that she's being targeted again.

Setting: Psithurism AU, Hadria is still in Slytherin (because she felt that she would be letting the Basilisk down by not choosing the House of Serpents), everything is the same as Danse Macabre, except that Hadria has a pet snake that is secretly a Basilisk instead of a Jarvey.

More explanations can be found either in the chapters themselves, or in the notes at the end of the chapters.

Scintillare (Part One)

They were on the train back for another year of Hogwarts, when Draco proudly announced the news he recently heard: The Triwizard Tournament.

The four of them were sitting in the same compartment as they usually did, and Hadria had a sleeping magically-shrunken Vasiliás wrapped around her neck like a scarf, and her lap piled with chocolate. When asked why, she would say that it was a comfort food she needed because of the long-lasting aftereffects of the shock she received during the disastrous Quidditch World Cup.

None of them believed her of course, not when it was still firmly etched in all their minds the image of the Dark Mark's skull biting down, and the snake that had been bitten into half swearing loudly like a sailor as it fell through the sky, amongst other things.

("Dishonour on you! Dishonour on your family! Dishonour on your cow!" was still ringing in their heads after so long. If anyone suffered a shock from that incident, it definitely wasn't Hadria.)

"Triwizard Tournament? Isn't that the one that got banned long ago?" Pansy asked.

Blaise, who had also heard the news from his mother, said, "They've amended the rules. It's supposedly safer now. That's half the fun gone if you ask me."

Of course, to the Slytherins, the Tournament was either a challenge or a death wish. Few Slytherins had volunteered in the past, and that was unlikely to change. Instead, they preferred spectating. Sure, they might desire the glory and reputation winning the Tournament might bring them, but unless they were confident in their abilities, anyone with a lick of self-preservation would think twice about it. And those that entered the Tournament and got themselves hurt or killed? Well, wasn't it a consequence of a choice they made?

Draco sniffed. "Personally, I approve of their attempt at bringing back the Tournament with safety restrictions. After all, it means glory, fame and money, but with half the risk. Isn't that great?"

"As if you need the money," Pansy scoffed, but Blaise gave Draco a curious look.

"Are you thinking of entering?" He asked.

Now Draco looked appalled. "Of course not!" Then, in a rather pretentiously magnanimous manner, he added, "Better to leave it to someone else who needs it more."

They all turned to look at Hadria, who had been quietly watching them like they were a particularly entertaining performance.

"What? You don't mean me, do you?" She was baffled. "You do realise I need glory, fame and money even less than you lot."

Pansy shrugged. "Well, it would be nice if we could have a Slytherin champion. I heard there hasn't been one in the past twenty Tournaments. And if anyone could go up against a rampaging cockatrice and win, I'd bet on you."

"So would I!" said Draco, looking like he was ready to gamble all his family's white peacocks at any second.

Blaise patted her on the back. "We're counting on you, Hadria."

She suddenly didn't know whether she should thank them for their support or laugh about Fate and irony. Because if there was one thing she knew for sure, her name was definitely going to appear in that Goblet… Even if Crouch Junior doesn't put it in.

The Higher Entities were very meddlesome after all.

Right after the introduction of their new DADA teacher, Dumbledore announced the next big news, and a disappointing one. The Weasley twins, in particular, were rather furious, as they were turning seventeen soon.

"Seventeen huh," Draco sighed, looking at Hadria. They were now back in the Slytherin Common Room. The other Slytherins also looked… deflated. Like black and green slugs lying limply over the armchairs and tables.

"There goes our chance of having a Slytherin champion," Pansy groaned.

"Hey! Don't speak as if there ain't other Slytherins that can make it!" Adrian Pucey yelled as he and the other Sixth-year students walked past.

Pansy made a rude gesture back at them.

Mad-eye Moody was Mad. This was something everyone agreed on. Well, the Weasley twins thought he was brilliant, but they were probably the only ones. Neville had been traumatised during his first lesson, and Hermione came out of hers looking like a banshee.

When it was the Slytherins' turn, everyone started out fascinated—he was covering Unforgivables, after all—and ended up sore. Hadria, who was the only one who could throw off an Imperius without blinking, had a spectacular front-row seat to a variety of performances. Blaise was next to succeed, but he'd done a couple of incredible gymnastics by then.

"If you ever bottle this memory and give it to someone else, I will kill you and make it look like an accident," said Blaise with a sharp grin as he slid into the chair beside her. Hadria merely grinned back.

If there was one thing Hadria loved most about being a Slytherin that year, it was being able to host the Durmstrang students at their table. Hadria was eyeing one of the students in particular.

"Didn't know you were a fan of Krum," Pansy whispered to her as she observed Hadria's line of sight. Hadria raised an eyebrow, and smirked. Then, turning back to the approaching foreign students, she waved her arm, yelling, "Viktor! Tomas!"

The Slytherin table and the neighbouring table—the Ravenclaws—fell silent. The Durmstrang students began muttering amongst themselves even as the two students she had named strode towards them.

"Hadria," Viktor grinned as he sat down in the seat in front of her as a dumbstruck Pansy shifted to make space for him. "You look vell."

("Pinch me, Blaise," Pansy demanded in a harsh whisper. "Pinch me." This was followed by a muffled "ow.")

"I did tell you she would be fine," said Tomas, standing behind her, smiling politely at Draco until the boy made way for him with wide eyes. She could almost see the gears in his head turning, trying to put together who this student with a terrifying smile might be.

Hadria quickly pulled Tom down into the now-empty seat, heedless of whatever play he was trying to perform. She knew if she let him continue, he'd start trying to establish himself as the new leader of the group, regardless of the fact that he was from a different school altogether.

"Are you an idiot? Dumbledore's watching," said Hadria, somewhat exasperated. Tom simply continued to smile a cold serpent smile.

"Let him watch," he said, and glanced at the staff table. Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes were indeed focused on their table. He turned back, eyes narrowing with barely hidden pleasure. "Let him watch all he likes."

Later, Hadria had to explain to her friends that no, she did not actually know Viktor that well—it was Tom who was actually 'friends' with him—but they were pen pals.

"You didn't tell us you knew anyone from Durmstrang," Draco said accusingly.

Hadria huffed. "Well, Gerwald's from Durmstrang."

Her friends stared back at her. Finally, Pansy said, "Well, I can't say I'm surprised." And Blaise agreed.

"So, how did you know Rätsel?" said Theodore, settling down into a nearby armchair while smoothly inserting himself into the conversation.

"I want to know the answer to that too," said Daphne, joining in. "He looks delicious."

Hadria decided not to comment on that.

"I met him in second year—"

"Second year?!"

Pansy shushed him, "Don't interrupt, Draco."

"I met him in second year," Hadria repeated, ignoring Draco's look of betrayal. "We just happened to be in the same place at the same time, and then hit it off." Then, as an afterthought, she added, "You could say that we were Fated." Which was literally true.

"At least we're the first to know of this not-so-new development," said Pansy as an attempt to console Draco. Which Hadria promptly ruined by saying:

"Actually, the Weasleys have already met him."

Viktor was chosen as the Durmstrang champion, to no one's surprise. Fleur was Beauxbatons', and Cedric was Hogwarts'.

"Better a Hufflepuff than a Gryffindor, I suppose," said Draco sullenly.

Then the flames of the Goblet turned crimson once more, and spat out another piece of parchment. Dumbledore caught the parchment and looked at it. For a while, he remained silent, expression unreadable. Everyone stared at him, waiting for him to say something.

Tom was the only one still watching Hadria, who smiled serenely back at him.

Then Dumbledore cleared his throat, and his gaze turned towards the two of them.

"Hadria Potter."

Now, everyone's gazes were on her. Draco didn't look as elated as she thought he'd look. Neither did Pansy or Blaise. In fact, most of the Slytherins looked horrified.

Hadria stood up, still smiling serenely (later, Hermione would tell her that her expression resembled that of a wise sage at the end of his journey, moments before transforming into a thousand cherry blossom petals or something), and walked up to the staff table at an almost leisurely pace, then with a prompting by Dumbledore, entered the door to the side.

Back in the Slytherin Common Room, it seemed like nearly the whole House was there waiting. The entire common room was decorated in black, silver, green and white. Hadria thought it didn't look particularly celebratory. In fact, the atmosphere was the exact opposite of what she remembered from her previous life, back when she was in Gryffindor.

The Gryffindors, she recalled, had been full of cheer and excitement, with the exception of Ron. These Slytherins… Hadria took in the banners and flowers, then the Slytherins who were all wearing serious faces.

"Is this a funeral?" Hadria finally asked the nearest Slytherin, who happened to be Montague.

"It is what it is," he said with a shrug.

"We're not giving up, of course," said Draco. It was then that she noticed that the tables were covered in pieces of parchments entirely filled with scribbles and diagrams.

"But it didn't seem right to not do something commemorative of this momentous occasion," added Pansy.

"But we also felt that something festive and celebratory would be inappropriate," said Adrian.

"So, you decided on funeral arrangements," Hadria concluded for them dryly. "Do I have a casket prepared for me somewhere then?"

"We've ordered one," said Blaise. It seemed like he was the only one still grinning. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you won't need one."

Hadria did not know if she should feel blessed or cursed.

Later, Hadria rallied the help of all her Housemates in making sure that Gellert never catches wind of this.

Oh, Gellert knew Hogwarts was hosting the Triwizard Tournament, but he also knew that there would be magical age restrictions. And, considering how the old Gellert was stuck in Nurmengard at the time, there was no way he would be aware of her participation in her past life. And she was determined not to let him know of her present participation until it was all over. She didn't want to think about what hell he might raise if he were to find out.

However, it was going to be tough. She would have to not only stop letters regarding her participation from reaching him, she would also have to prevent him from finding out through the news.

On the bright side, he was due to a trip to a remote part of Tibet, and no matter how smart or capable Wizarding-bred birds were, it was still possible for one to be unreachable by mail if it was somewhere the birds couldn't find or had a hard time reaching. Thus, many companies that had delivery services (including the Daily Prophet and other news companies), had, in fact, a wide range of places they delivered to, but also a wide range of places they did not deliver to.

This meant that Hadria would just need to keep from appearing in the news for a few more days. Still, it was easier said than done.

Potions with Snape was… unpleasant. The Professor was understandably still rather cross at her ability to get into trouble, never mind the fact that it was unintentional. This time, at least. Draco assured her he was just concerned.

"It's good he's upset," Pansy added. "It means it's less likely to be him."

What she meant, of course, was the person who put in her name for her. It came to no surprise that there were many Slytherins who once again suspected Dumbledore of the crime.

Hadria did not let Rita Skeeter interview her. The last thing she needed was a front-page article about her when Gellert was still within Owl-reach.

In fact, after the wand-weighing by Ollivander, she cornered Rita Skeeter when no one was around, and blackmailed her into leaving out any mention of her for now.

"I'm not really a Champion anyway, no matter what they say," said Hadria, after she got Skeeter's agreement. "You can write about me after the first task. It should be pretty explosive then. Dark horse, you know."

After that, she made a gesture mimicking an insect's antennae for good measure.

Hadria's picture did end up in the Daily Prophet, but it was a tiny thing in the corner without any accompanying words or explanation. As she did not receive any news from Gellert after that, it must have been obscure enough to escape his notice.

Sirius did contact her, however, for he was rather peeved that he had to find out about her participation through Narcissa instead of herself. Apparently, Hadria had forgotten to write back to both Gellert and Sirius aside from the first letter after the school year started, as she had been far more concerned about ensuring that Gellert doesn't hear about this whole thing.

Fortunately, Sirius too had enough sense not to leak it to Gellert when he found out.

Hagrid brought her out to see the dragons one night. Her friends sighed in relief when they heard about it from her later on.

"Thank goodness it's just a dragon," said Neville. "It would be terrible if they brought out a hydra."

"Longbottom, have you forgotten what her Patronus is?" Draco scoffed.

"A Patronus does not actually have any relation to a witch or wizard's affinity—"

"Yes, yes, we know, Granger," said Draco dismissively. "No need for a lecture."

Hermione crossed her arms and gave him a flat unimpressed stare which had him quailing almost immediately. It was apparently something she had picked up from Gellert, who Hadria suspected had become her idol.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Blaise, interrupting them. "Let's not talk about her Patronus. Let us talk about that 'scarf' of hers."

All of them stared at Vasiliás, for she wore him whenever they didn't have lessons. He could often pass off as a well-designed snake-skin scarf anyway. Though her friends all knew that he was, in fact, a Basilisk.

"Yeah, you're right. I don't know why I was even worried," said Pansy, eyeing the snake.

"That's because it's not the Tasks themselves that could harm Hadria."

They turned to see Ginny dropping her book bag beside them. She had arrived with the Twins, but they had been stopped at the entrance by Madam Pince who looked like she was tempted to make them sign a written agreement to behave in the library.

"It's someone harming her and making it look like it was a Task-related accident."

Now, Hadria raised an eyebrow at Blaise, who, to his credit, looked as sheepish as someone like him could get.

On the day of the First Task, Hadria was armed with all the magical knowledge her friends could cram into her within the short duration of the past few days. Most of which had nothing to do with dragons. But they felt that the better prepared she was, the higher the chances of her getting out of there alive.

"Worse comes to worse, we'll just throw Vasiliás into the enclosure and let him take care of things," said Ginny, carrying the mini Basilisk in her arms.

Hadria looked at Tom, who was standing some distance behind her with a few other Durmstrang students, and for a moment, couldn't help but wonder at how different things were, this time around.

The First Task was easier in this life, although she had gotten the Hungarian Horntail again, because some things never changed. However, this time she did not summon her broom.

Hadria walked right up to the dragon and sat in front of her. The Horntail stared at her suspiciously for a moment, lowered her head to sniff at her, then opened her mouth.

The screaming crowd had fallen silent.

And the dragon gently picked her up, turned, and placed her back down amongst her eggs.

The screaming was back.

The Horntail then continued to survey its surroundings warily, looking out for any potential threats to her and her clutch of eggs.

Meanwhile, Hadria had grabbed the golden egg, and then realised if she walked out right now, the massive dragon was only going to pick her up again and return her to the nest, where she thinks she belongs.

She could almost hear her friends hissing in her ear, "This is your plan?"

Hadria mentally reviewed what she knew about dragons, and suddenly realised that she had to leave, fast. Before the Horntail decided her eggs weren't warm enough and breathed fire on them.

Eggs, Hadria thought, inspiration striking. Eggs!

Half a minute later, a confused Horntail looked around with heightened wariness, crossed the enclosure in a single flight-aided leap, and crouched back over her clutch of eggs. Then Hadria ran for the exit, the golden egg in her arms.

Just as she stepped out of the enclosure, the spells wore off. She was now detectable, by sight, smell, and sound, and so were the dragon eggs. Meanwhile, the other clutch of seemingly warm 'eggs' transformed back into lifeless rocks. The dragon, upon realising she had been tricked, began to spew fire everywhere in her fury.

But the Task was over, the crowds were cheering, and Hadria had nary a burn or cut on her.

"That was amazing!" Hermione yelled as she burst into the tent where Hadria was receiving a check-up from Madam Pomfrey. Neville was close behind her, followed by the Slytherins. It was probably wise that Ginny did not follow, as she was still in possession of Vasiliás, and Hadria was certain Madam Pomfrey would not like the presence of any venomous creature of any rating in the tent.

"How did you do that?" Neville asked. "Cedric also tried to trick the dragon, but he used a dog to distract it instead. Worked pretty well until the dragon decided to go for him instead of the dog."

"It must have been complicated. It's not easy to mimic real dragon eggs," said Hermione. "You've got to get the right temperature, magical pulse, scent and everything. Dragon eggs are also not easy to spell. What did you use?"

"I couldn't turn the eggs themselves invisible," Hadria admitted. "But I could charm that stretch of area to be Undetectable and Repellent. It's a similar concept to Masking and Unplottability."

"It's good that you're alive," said Draco when he entered, ignoring Hermione's praise and reverence for Hadria's display of magical prowess. "Come on, it's almost time for the results to be given."

Madame Maxime was the first to give her score—a beautiful nine.

"She probably just couldn't bear to give you a full ten," said Pansy.

Mr Crouch then gave her a ten, and she received many claps on the back from her friends and cheering from the crowd.

Dumbledore went next, and like Madame Maxime, he gave her a nine.

"Hey! Madame Maxime can be excused, she's from an opposing school after all, but Dumbledore?" Hermione was indignant. Draco scoffed in response.

"He probably took one point off for her House."

Hermione was now far more offended on Hadria's behalf. "That's ridiculous! That's—"

Ludo Bagman gave her a ten, to no one's surprise, then Karkaroff went up and gave her a ten as well.

"Now isn't that interesting?" Blaise grinned mockingly. "Dumbledore gave a nine, and Karkaroff gives a ten."

But Hadria knew Karkaroff wouldn't have given her anything close to that number if he had his way. Except he didn't really have his way now, did he? Not with Tom as his 'student'.

Hadria naturally got the lead, and generously gave Rita Skeeter a good article to write. With some necessary restrictions of course, lest the woman claim that she had burst into tears of happiness or some nonsense like that.

She did turn out pretty well in the news, which was good. If Hadria had been turned into some protagonist in an angsty drama, she would have personally delivered those blasted Skrewts to the woman.

Hadria loved magical creatures, but she really couldn't summon any goodwill towards those abominations that Hagrid had raised.

Some notes for clarification

About Tomas Rätsel's name:

Tomas is a less common name (at least in English), and thus more appealing I would think, for an English wizard disdainful of his very common birth name. Rätsel is a German word meaning riddle/puzzle/mystery. Both names were suggested by Gellert. And as you can see, it's actually very telling. There is no way Dumbledore can look at this TMR-looking wizard with this TMR-related name and not go *I've got my eyes on you gesture*

About the events in Second Year's Chamber of Secrets:

Because I don't want to write a whole other side-fic here, this is just a very vague summary of what probably happened in this Psithurism AU. Basically, Hadria brings a disguised Vasiliás around with her in school, so everyone knows she's got a pet snake. Dumbledore is naturally more squinty-eyed at her. No one is surprised she's a Parselmouth even though the first time she publicly reveals it is in second year.

Ginny is never possessed by TMR. The Chamber is opened by Hadria because Ginny gave her the 'super-cool diary' with the idea of joining her 'gang'. She befriends the old Basilisk down there, and Vasiliás gains a new space to roam undisguised. They somehow gain TMR a body and Gellert basically wants to pull his hair out when she brings home a reincarnated Dark Lord clone. Then they construct a new identity for him and ship him off to Durmstrang where he basically pulls Karkaroff into becoming his follower and becomes a student there.

The time the Weasleys met him? It was before third year, when the Weasleys got that lucky draw holiday to Egypt and the little Hallowed family were also there because of Gellert's magical research.

And that's all for now~

Part Two has already been written, but will be posted next week. Meanwhile I shall work hard on Part Three so that I can get it out in two week's time.

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There is also a poll on my profile page about accepting short prompts when I'm free in between Danse Macabre chapters, so check it out!