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The Shadow of the Wizarding World

Chapter 27: The Tournament

By: Jamnaz79

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Note: I do not own Harry Potter for the book, movies, etc etc etc. Nor do I claim to. I also don't own Disney (well I own stock in them but I don't own the rights to things like pirates of the Caribbean). I do love all of the characters in the stories and well I just hope you all enjoy.

The smile that the man shot towards his adopted nephew could have lit up the room itself. The pride that filled his light brown eyes at the sight of the boy almost grown to a man could not be hidden. "Let's go then. Sirius will meet us there with the Delacour family after their meeting and we do not want to keep Professor Flitwick waiting."

Harry followed the man out of the room noticing that they picked up three more shadows. Harry gave a smile at Smith, Bill and Emma. Three were members of the Shadows protection squad that had been assigned to help Remus this day. The group of five quickly made their out of the castle and down the streets of the new town to the apparition and portkey location. After passing a rune covered wall that opened for them and a few heavy machine gunners watching closing the group came together to stand on an X on the ground. A rope was spread between them and a quick word spoken before the group portkey off to the tournament.

~~~ SoTWW ~~~

"Would the contestants for the second semi-final round step forward please." The voice of the announcer echoed through the vast chamber.

"Remember cub, keep your head on straight. Don't pull a Sirius." Remus offered for advice with a grin. The werewolf, Harry's official bodyguard, was his coach for the day. All of the couches were required to give up their wands to stop them from being able to influence the match. Professor Flitwick was actually a judge for the tournament. He had excused himself from judging any of Harry's own spars. But, the famous dueling champion could not be in his corner at other times. So instead Harry had Remus there for him.

Emerald eyes of the boy scanned the crowd catching sight of the brightly smiling blonde Vela watching him. He couldn't help but give the older Delacour girl a Potter style wink. The hint of crimson stained her cheeks as she smiled for him. Fleur was beautiful, smart, and sexy. It was a shame that her younger sister Gabrielle was not here. Harry had actually had a better connection on their date with the younger Delacour with their joint love of flying.

He broke his gaze from the girl and turned it instead to his opponent. He could see at once what his godfather was talking about. The girl across from him was beautiful. Perhaps just as beautiful in her own way as the Veela who just smiled at him. She had dark blue color hair cut into a small bob of a princess style. Her face was showed her Asian ancestry matched with beautiful pale lavender eyes. She wore a kimono instead of robes that hugged onto curves that drew the eye. As his eyes slid down her body her finished at her slender ankles and small painted toes in sandals. In all, she was beautiful as she must be deadly as her eyes seemed to meet his own. He could see a faint blush in her cheeks as she must have been watching him as he watched her. Harry couldn't help it as the Potter roguish grin slipped onto his lips.

It was the semi final round of the tournament or what the crowd called the final four. The competition had started off with sixteen witches and wizards dueling for the title. The first round had an easy opponent for Harry. The boy he had fought was seventeen and seemed to dismiss Harry being there because he was famous. He was overconfident but a quick spell-chain of four spells ended that the boy's attitude and chances in the tournament. The second contestant that Harry faced was wise of the threat of him. What the boy from Durmstrang did not expect was the transfiguration of trio of black dogs appearing behind him from missed spells. These three grims brought down the boy from jumping onto his back which allowed Harry to relieve the boy of his wand. It had cost him a bruised rib during the three minute dual but a win was a win.

So here he was listening to the judge examine the rules of a clean fight. Harry absently nodded his head at the fourth time he had hear these rules spoken. His eyes not leaving his competitor till she bowed to him. He couldn't help but glance at where her kimono opened up showing more cleavage than was commonly seen in the prudish wizarding world. For the record it was large, firm, pale flesh that he fully blamed his godfather for his peeking.

The young man dropped back into a forward dualing stance. His body twisted to place his left foot forward, facing sideways towards the girl. His feet were just under shoulder width and slightly bent at the knee. This stance provided the least available point of contact and had become popular in Europe decades ago.

His competitor stood before him in a mirror stance but her right foot forward. Her left dainty hand held above her head with her wand at ready towards him. Her impressive bust sticking out as a visible point of contact.

The referee yelled begin and Harry took the initiative with a step forward and swish of the wand. He rolled off a quick expelliarmus, rolling into the chain of a diffindo, or cutting curse, aimed not at her but at the ground to the right and behind her on purpose, followed by a incendio towards her, and finishing with a shield charm.

The attack did not catch Hanabi off-guard. In fact she seemed ready for it as she sidestepped the disarming spell, ignored the spell that struck behind her and caught Harry's incendio with her own causing the spells to fizzle out. She took advantage of the impressive display of matching spells to fire off a trio of reducto spells towards Harry and each side of him.

Harry stood in the center and took the first of the trio of spells. He felt his shield rock from the force behind her spell. But, he could not move as his wand twisted in a long motion towards the rubble he had created behind her. Moments afterwards a trio of house elf sized raccoons appeared to leap onto the back of the beautiful teen.

While Harry was causing his conjuration, Hanabi was busy with her own casting an Augumati at Harry while promptly sprayed off of his shield but the follow up Glacius spell caused the area to become frozen over removing much of his stable footing. The dual spells worked so well that Harry barely had a chance to take advantage of her distractions as she got rid of his transfigured animals. The only spell he was able to get off was a quick wordless Ruducio. The charm to shrink things hitting the girl's Kimono top. He definitely blamed his godfather for it as it shrunk the already perhaps too small top chasing some of her attributes to burst into the open.

The scream of rage and anger was enough to know it worked for the dark haired teen. It was perhaps not the most honest way to win but the pair of silent stupefy mixed with a expelliarmus was a quick victory.

Once he caught her wand, he quickly reverse the shrinking enchantment and ignored the announcer as he walked over to her. He quickly conjured a muggle leather jacket for her. It a smell gesture that got him a glare from the girl for a moment. But she seemed to calm down under his bright green eyes and smile. "Here, you fight wonderfully."

"Thank you Potter-sama. I enjoyed our dual." She spoke with a smile that seemed to brighten up her pale lavender eyes. The purple haired beauty lowered into a short bow before him then turned to walk off.

Harry couldn't help but watch her go before he walked over to Remus, his coach for the day. "You are too much like your father. A shrinking charm?"

The teen shrugged with a Potter style grin filled with mischief, "It worked."

"It did indeed, you might hear it from that girl's parents causing her to be exposed in public like that. I believe she is the daughter of a Feudal Lord in Japan." Remus added with a cringe at the idea of the upset man.

"It was worth it." Harry grinned to himself as he thought over the brief view, he would have to remember that one for larger with his occlumency. He turned his killer curse greens towards the teenager flashing her a smile, "She is rather interesting."

Remus chuckled at the words and look on the face of the boy. "I doubt you will be seeing her again anytime soon. Her school, The Imperial Academy will not be attending the festivities. I am told her sister is on the dueling circuit so perhaps the in future."

Harry kept watching the girl as she turned and left with her own coach. He gave her a nod of the head as the girl disappeared before he turned his gaze to the stands. There he saw his godfather cheering loudly with the Delacour family. He caught an angry glare on the fact of a particular silver-blonde haired teen directed towards the departing Japanese girl. Harry couldn't help but feel amused a bit at the jealousy written plainly on the face of the beautiful veela girl.

"Your next contender is ready." Remus words drew Harry's attention away from his closest fans. He glanced towards his left where a barrier that blocked out the other contestant's match from each other was lowering down. The bronze shimmering shield lowered down into the ground showing the victor walking away from his opponent. The young man that won was older, in fact he looked far older than seventeen. He was bald with the only facial hair being a long goatee beard that was oiled. His eyebrows showed his shaved pate would have been deep midnight black. He stood a few inches over six foot in height and had shoulders that would make a rugby player jealous.

The victor walked away from a young man that was wearing shredded pale blue robes. There were numerous red spots from blood seeping through. The boy was unconscious as there were cuts up and down his body. He appeared to have been the recipient of numerous cutting curses very thin almost as if the boy had been given hundreds of paper cuts but each one deep. A glance showed this to be done to the boy's face, hands and chest. The boy was a mess who knew how long he would be healing even with the help of magic, but it would be a long time.

"Angus Rosier, I had hoped it would not be him. But, he is supposedly the best even if he edges towards dark works." Remus offered up with a frown marring his face.

"He is from Durmstrang Institute correct if I remember the files on contenders. Their best for the school wide dueling tournament for the past four years. Victor in this tournament twice and he is a day short of being ineligible for this tournament. He will end up on the adult's tour next year after he graduates. He might be the choice for the event at Hogwarts next school year too. He is mean, he is cruel, he is powerful but he is inefficient. If I can tire him out I can defeat him." Harry answered calmly as they levitated the downed boy's body away to the healers. Once the boy was gone the dual stages disappeared with a single one appearing in the middle of the arena.

The voice of the announcer spoke echoed through the arena, "Due to Fransisco Cordera not being able to compete in the match for third place Hanabi Sato is awarded third place in the tournament!"

"We are down to our final two contestants! Harry Potter, the famous boy-who-lived versus Angus Rosier, Two time Champion of this Tournament! Would they both step up to the stage!" The voice echoed through the large arena filled with magicals from all over Europe. There was easily ten thousand people watching this event, many powerful and important members of different Ministries around the world.

A large hand landed onto Harry's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "Once more unto the breach Harry. Just once more."

"Quoting Henry the fifth on me? You know most of those soldiers went off to their death correct?" A bit of amusement filled the eyes of Harry as he watched the older man sputter for a second at the fact he picked up the Shakespeare quote.

The older man took hold of both of Harry's shoulders and turned him face to face looking him over before giving a smile, "You aren't fighting to he death just for pride, country and for yourself. No matter what you do win or lose you are already a winner today. You have impressed many being far younger than numerous of your opponents and easily defeating most of them. Remember that no matter what happens you are going to be a winner in Sirius and my own book."

"You sound like you are expecting me to lose." Harry rolled his eyes before flashing the Potter grin that pissed off a particular snake professor at Hogwarts every time. "You should know not to underestimate a Potter!"

"That my cub, you go and win. Know that I will be here for you no matter what." Harry's bodyguard answered with a smile. He watched the boy walk up onto the stage as he whispered to himself, "Follow your spirit and upon this charge cry God for Harry, England and St. George."

Harry walked up the steps not hearing the whispers of the older man under the crowds yells. He stepped over to the middle before the other contestant and offered his hand for a shake, "Good luck to you Rosier."

"I don't need luck Potter. But, the same to you." The older rather scary looking both flashed a smile as he took the younger boy's hand for a shake.

"There is sportsmanship for you. Both contestants wishing each other well for the final bout. Both of these young men have bright futures ahead of them on the tour. Let's hear it for both of them before we begin!" The announcer spoke and the crowd erupted with cheers for both of them.

Harry raised his hand in salute to the cheers before he listened again the rules for the round. None of the listed dark spells were allowed, no unforgivables, if one contestant signaled they were out, unconscious or their opponent has their wand the match would be over. After the rules were finished Harry lowered into a bow to the older boy before he stepped back to his side. There he quickly fell into his practiced dueling stance to await the start of the round.

The signal began and this time both contestants moved as one. A snap of the wand from Harry saw a spell chain of two reducto spells with a shielding protego. Rosier flicked his wrist as he summoned a shield followed by an orange curse that splashed against Harry's shield. Harry's own reducto spells rebounded off of the shield and away from the dueling podium.

Rosier took advantage of a brief pause after the initial strikes to launch a flurry of spells. The young man moved his wand with precision, determination and deadly accuracy as he started to launch spell after spell at Harry. The boy had flicked off five spells before the blink of an eye. Each of them seeing to be different forms of battering spells aimed at breaking Harry's shield. The shield held through it though as the spells reflected either into the podium or off away from the pair.

Harry took advantage of the rubble created by the impact of the destructive spells onto the podium. Harry slashed his wand and out of the rubble a pair of female lions ran at Rosier.

One of the lions the older boy sidestepped, while the other he gave his wand a thrust as the stone lion shatter into a dozen pieces the fell to the ground before him. He continued to move sweeping at the now rubble transfiguring it into spears that split between Harry and the remaining lion.

Harry saw the spears coming at him, and moments afterwards a second strange dark green colored spell. He rolled his wand towards the ground then thrust it upwards as he wordless pulled the stone flooring up into a wall blocking the spears of stone. He could each them each slam into the stone wall, matched the flicker of light from the final spell, when that was done he sent his own over-powered blasting hex. The hex slammed into the stone causing it to explode outwards towards his opponent.

The bald boy could not dodge this explosion so instead he conjured his own shield pouring his power into it. As the stone pieces hit it the young man kept placing more and more power into it. As the dust settled both boys were breathing heavily from the exertion. But the older one thrust his wand forward into another chain of spells this time sending spears of ice at Harry before he whipped his wand over his head to conjure a flame whip. The semi dark spell struck outwards towards the other boy.

Harry dropped down low as the spears of conjured stone flung over his head. But he did not move quickly enough as the Flame whip wrapped around his leg. A cry of pain came from his lips as he was pulled forward by the stronger boy. Despite the pain Harry rolled his wand towards the other boy sending a aguamenti spell at the whip and boy. The power behind it physically blowing the older young man backwards to his backside.

Even though he was free Harry did not get any respite as Rosier had launched one more spell before he was slammed backwards. That spell an expelliarmus which hit harry causing his wand to fly upwards into the air. The bright green eyed young man watched as even as the flame whip was released his wand flipped end over end to land where the other boy had been. He reached outwards with determination filling his glowing green gaze. He moved forward a few inches into the puddles from his previous spell. His hand reached and he summoned wandlessly his wand back to his hand!

It was amazing, impressive that wandless magic from one so young. It was something that most adult wizards could not do yet Harry Potter, the boy wonder just did. Unfortunately even as he pulled off this miracle Rosier raised his own wand. Just as Harry was about to catch his wand back he was hit with a Ictus spell, a shock spell which would normally not mean much but in this case he was laying in a puddle. The shocking spell's electricity rippled over the younger boy causing his body to shake and quiver. It only held for a moment but at that was enough for a second expelliarmus to hit Harry and Rosier to catch his wand winning the dual.

But, it was not over as others expected instead of a look of glee and happiness on the face of Rosier there was a look of pure rage. A madness filled his eyes as he looked down on the famous boy-who-lived, the child that had defeated the master of his own father. The supposed sole reason for the fall of the great Dark Lord. His voice cackled as he spoke with madness, "You are defeated and now you die Harry Potter! Avada Kedavra!"

Harry could only look up as the boy spoke his body shaking from the electricity that went through his system. He heard the words but wandless and weakened he could do nothing. He heard the words, he saw the spell that he had been hit with in his youth flung at him. Then the sight of the spell was blocked by a body. He could make out the face of Remus as he leaped before Harry sheltering him with his body, jumping into death itself for his cub. Before his very eyes he watches as the life in the pale orbs faded away from the man who just ten minutes ago was laughing with him. Remus Lupin, Mooney of the Marauders, one of the last of his parents friends collapsed to the ground like a puppet with his strings cut as his soul left his body.

A rage filled the boy, a fire that could out burn the very pits of Hell! Something within Harry snapped at the sight of what just happened. What should never have happened at a simple dueling competition. The world to his vision seemed to turn dark as he could only see the other boy across from him. The murderer that just killed his friend, his family but in name! Harry still had his hand reaching outwards towards the boy as he had tried to grasp his fallen wand. Instead of the wand though his ring started to glow. The same Golge family ring that once was used to destroy the dementor. Now that ring glowed with a killing curse green light, the same color that spectators would claim rightly radiated from the eyes of Harry. The boy didn't speak, he didn't move. He was silent as a shadow as his anger focused matched only by his will to inflict the suffering that he felt at the boy. He wanted to will the emptiness in his body at him.

The beam that shot out of the ring was continuous. It was burning bright, painful to the eye to watch, as it struck Angus Rosier with a ferocity of a hungry great white devouring a meal. The murderer didn't know what hit him at first, it had looked like it was the killing curse but he did not die! He had survived the same curse that Potter ha been famous for living through. The fool actually laughed insanely ignoring the green light hitting him as he raised his wand to kill the pitiful child. Oh how wrong he was. Only moments after raising his wand he felt it.

It felt as if someone had reached into his mouth and down his gullet and started to take a blade to every organ in his body at once. His insides felt as it they were being torn apart, cut into pieces, tiny little slivers ripped apart a thousand times a second. Then he felt tears rolling down his eyes but instead they were blood as the world went down with a popping sound. His eyeballs had popped out of their sockets and stared hanging down wards only showing a green beam still striking his chest.

To the rest of the arena they watched in horror as first Angus Rosier tried to murder the famous younger boy, killing a werewolf instead. Now Harry Potter, famous boy of the light, was using some spell to punish the other boy. They watched as Angus Rosier's eyes popped out, his skin seemed to melt off of his flesh. A coldness swept over the arena near the boy as his clothing shredded and darkened. His flesh and organs seemed to fall down to the ground into a meat sack spilling gallons of blood everywhere. Women cried out, children screamed, and hardened men let go of their lunch.

Before the eyes of ten thousand magicals Harry Potter turned Angus Rosier into a Dementor! To live forever a cursed life in eternal suffering of being empty, hungry, anger and sorrow filled, never to know warmth of happiness. Harry gave Angus Rosier exactly what he felt at that moment after the death of his friend. He gave him pain!

That was till the newly created dementor exploded into a hundred pieces with a cry of ungodly misery.

Author Note:

I am sorry this chapter took forever. Looking back over this story there are many parts I would want to change most importantly so many cliches I didnt know about from when I first started to write. I also managed to lose all of my stories an writings a few times. I will say I had planned for this chapter to be like this for a long time. The story should pick up from this point forward and I hope I will be able to get the chapters out much faster too. Please let me know if you like it. I thought for a death, Remus had a pretty good one. Thoughts?

J