"The Champion for Durmstrang is.. Viktor Krum!" From the Slytherin table there was applause and a stamp of feet from the animal skin adorned students. Whispers circulated that Viktor was the only Durmstrang student entered due to the ego of the Highmaster of the school. Without proof it was just speculation but the satisfied smugness on the mans face it appear to be more truth than rumor. The international quiditch star in question grumbled something under his breath before he stood and followed the direction to enter the antechamber off the hall.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour!" Over at the Ravenclaw table french witches sniffed in disdain whle guys all over the hall applauded and even whistled their approval of the goblets choice. Fleur herself, a tall and rather beautiful blonde hair blue eyed veela, had a fierce scowl mar her lips as she glared at her schoolmates. This was her chance to put the bitches in their place and prove that just because she was born a vella did not mean she was intent to steal or seduce every man that crossed her path. With a rather long string of swears and curses aimed at her schoolmates, all in her native French of course, she stalked off with a twitching eyebrow. They'd all see! She would make damn certain of that!

"Uh yes... The final Champion for this tournament... Is Hogwarts own Cedric Diggory!" The entirety of the Hufflepuff table broke into cheers and applause as the young man stood. Several kids rolled their eyes as he gave a theatrical sweeping bow. "Now now Mr. Diggory, go join Mr. Krum and Ms. Delacour. With the selection portion of the tournament done it is time we-"

Every eye in the hall widened as the blue flames of the Goblet of Fire turned red once more. No one made a sound as a fourth parchment was spit out and floated down into the hand of Albus Dumbledore. When the man went pale as a ghost and it almost looked he was about to be sick students looked exceesingly curious even as cautious whispered conversation exchanged between friends. What could make a man like Albus Dumbledore, the man who put away Grindelwald and was part of why the First Blood War with Voldemorts rise before he was defeated for good, pale so considerably? Why did the Goblet even spit out a fourth parchment? It was called the TRI-Wizard Tournament, not Quad-Wizard Tournament.

"Harry Potter..." Albus Dumbledore felt the blood in his veins freeze as he looked around the hall. "Harry Potter! Show yourself now!"

The foreign delegates looked on in confusion wondering why the British were making such a big deal. Of course they were just as curious about the Goblets fourth selection but what had most of them looking about was the boy being barkingly summoned like a mongrel by the Hogwarts Headmaster. Though they did not know much about him, the news of infant Harry Potter slaying a Dark Lord through use of unknown magics combined with magics powered by his mothers sacrifice had been the source magical academic study across Europe. Why were they looking around like they had no idea Harry Potter was amongst them? Wasn't he a student at Hogwarts like most British born children?

Before anyone could say a word violent white flames erupted. Nearly everyone had to cover their eyes as the brightness of the flames was borderline blinding.

"Die you stupid leech!"

Albus Dumbledore was the first to recover and felt horror sink into his stomach as the violent report of a gun shot filled the air. Situated astride a dead corpse leaking copious amounts of thick black blood was a teen. The boys hair was auburn in color with delicate weavings of golden highlights but judging by the visible obsidian roots it was clear his hair was dyed. Pale tan skin contrasted the rich dark color of the boys hair though the pale tan did nothing to hide the near competely faded lighting bolt scar on his forehead from his eyes. When those same green eyes, Lilys eyes he absently thought, met his Albus knew there was a lot wrong. "Harry Potter?" he asked slowly not wanting to believe what he was seeing with his own eyes.

For a moment young man didn't respond as he put another bullet into the creatures skull for good measure before yanking out the fangs from the mouth. "Newborn fangs. Go figures a fucking sire would send his drones... Where the fuck am I? Moose, Squirrel this shit ain't fuckin funny! Show your scrawny asses before I get Rowena on the phone and I use you two as casting practice!" he snarled irritatedly casting his eyes about the big room.

"Mr. Potter I must implore you to-"

The young man shut the old man up with a glare and the gun pointed between the eyes. "My name is not Potter, Gandalf" he said with a cross sneer. "Its Colt, the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter ceased to be when it was folded into Her Majesty The Queens royal Hunters bloodline four years ago. If you are who I think you are and I am where I thinkI am... You have brass balls the size of a damn minotaur to summon me here." A flick of his finger had he hammer cocked ignoring the shocked gasps. "More so considering the death of my parents is your fault after doing all but using the Imperius to make them change Fidelus secret keepers from my godfather Sirius Black to that snivelling coward Peter Pettigrew. Now tell me I was taken away from a Hunt and stand on sacreligious ground in front of these idiots like a show pony to gawked at" he demanded icily.

From her seat Minerva McGonagall was shell shocked. When Harry Potter had disappeared from the Dursley home almost fourteen years ago after being left on the doorstep of Lilys magic hating muggle sister she'd been furious. She had told Albus time and again that Petunia, her husband & son were the worsr type of muggles but he never listened to her. 'Petunia and Lily had their disagreements but she has her own son & surely would not harm her nephew' was his favorite response to her empassioned fury. After it came to light on what should have been his first day at Hogwarts that not only had Harry been for ten years and the Dursleys hadn't lived at Number Four Privet Drive for the same length that dragon dung hit the muggle fan making a right mess. Despite Albus' efforts and abuse of power he couldn't keep the news from spreading. The Daily Prophet called for his head for putting the nations hero with muggles instead of a wizarding family; instead of his head he was voted out as Chief Warlock for abusing the powers concerning his action in regard to the Potter Scion. After the ICW heard about his actions abusing the Chief Warlock powers and privilege he was quietly investigated and found to have abused the Supreme Mugwump privilege and powers the same way he wad not just kicked from the post, he was was threatened with permanent imprisonment if he stepped one TOE inside the ICW building ever again. "Harry Potter... Hes still alive.." she said pinching herself and scowling at the sharp sensation.

The young man kept the gun aimed at the ancient wizard as his head turned to look at the witch mumbling to herself. "I wasn't aware part of the requirements to work at this backwater façade of a magical education facility was being deaf. There is no Potter, not anymore at least. My name is Harrison James Colt and I am Her Majesties Master Hunter. Now tell me why I was summoned or someone is going to die for interfering with my business and duties on behalf of The Crown" he said. "I will give to count of five before the pull this trigger and the dead mans blood that fills the bullets in my gun stops his heart before anyone in this room can draw their wand. One.."

A/N: So I was watching Supernatural last night and I thought the premise of the episode would be a fantastic base so.. Heres the prologue. If it gets positive review I'll continue it.