The Thriced Blessed United Demigod: The Son of Loki Ragnarok

Chapter 3- Settling Matters

Loki's Pov:

               I sighed as I finished the papers Petunia sent me and then magically made a copy to send to Gringotts. It was currently three days after I returned Harry to the people he was traveling with for the Quidditch World Cup. As much as I liked of to tell Harry everything then, I knew it wasn't the right time or place to tell Harry about me. Plus if Harry is anything like his mother, he would want to check on them. Hekate told me three months before all of this that Harry would come into his Greek inheritance due to the stress and venom in his blood from his last year. Not only that, but she also told me Dumbledoor's plans for Harry. To say I was livid was an understatement. I rub my tired eyes as Echan brings me my cup of tea. "Thank you, Echan" I told him as I take the cup. I take a drink as I look over the Queen's reply to my request; to the magical tournament being held should go wrong and Harry is forced to partake in the tournament, and Hogwarts having a champion. "Did you finally get a reply from the Queen, Master Loki?" Yamino ask me as he steps into my office carrying a tray of food. "Today's meal is Lobster Tail with butter that has minced Shiso mixed in;" Yamino tells me as he sets the tray on the table. To think, Noragami (my nefew Thor), Yamino, and myself is all that is left of the Norse High beings. The rest faded or died in their mortal form only to fade after that. Midgard was destroyed by Odin (my brother) in mock arrogance to the gods of other origians; which resulted to his death and many of Midgards children, Gods and goddesses. Only beast creations can now be considered as Midgard children, besides few 'demi-god' and mortal children. "Thank you Yamino, and yes, she did" I replied to his question. Once I finished reading, I smirked and looked at Yamino. "Seems the Queen is ecstatic that the 'famous Harry Potter' is my son and would be overjoyed that we represent her as our house was Legendary, even when she was a child. Now besides getting to Hogwarts, is to get Mr. Riddle to agree to temporarily truse till Harry's 6th year if possible," I stated as I set the paper down and get up to eat. "I'm sure Master Harilaos would prefer not to fight at all Master Loki," Yamino says softly. I nod my head in agreement.

     By the time I finally show up on Hogwarts grounds, I hear Hekate in my head "Harilaos has been entered and is praying for help; he is frightened and alone." I appriated to the closest location to Harry; which was mid point on the stairs; quietly. What I saw pissed me off. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SON DUMBLEDOORE!" I almost screamed out to the old fool. All the previous yelling at the other adults quieted as they all turn their heads to look at me. Dumbledoor still had a grip on Harry. The scared look on Harry's face made my tone cold and calm, close to deadly "Have you truly gone senile old man? Or do you truly enjoy man-handling students? Remove. Your. Hands." I said those three words as I'm walking closer to them. Dumbledoor finally let's Harry go and steps back from him; eyeing me in rage. Dumbledoor then miserably fails to get into my mind. 'Stupid mortal,' I thought as I keep my gaze on Dumbledoor; not trusting him not to do something to Harry, while Harry side-steps closer to me and physically out of reach of everyone else. "S-Sir Ragnarok, what d-do we owe this pleasure?" Mr. Crouch stutterly asked me. I replied calmly not taking my eyes off of Dumbledoor, "I am here on behalf of my son and heir, Harilaos-Osiris James-Daidoji Potter, who is also known as Harry James Potter." Dumbledoor's face finally matched the emotion of his eyes. 'Point for me old man,' I thought as I finally looked at Harry. I saw his confusion and fear at Dumbledoor's reaction. "Harry?" I gently called out to him. Harry turns his head to me. Even though I have a gut feeling he didn't, I had to ask him for witness purposes, that Harry didn't want into the tournament and didn't ask for this. "But of course he is lying," the half-gaint woman speaks. "The hell he is! The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Cunfundus charm could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year," the man I know as Mad-Eye Moody spoke. "That explains a fourth champion, but not my son's name being picked," I commented. "Leave this to you Barty," Dumbledoor acted in a tired tune. I turn my head and glared at him. 'I bet you did this asshole,' I thought.

      In the end, I claimed Harry as my champion, as he was blood bound to participate in it. I was currently walking Harry to his dorms. We walked almost two-thirds in silence as Harry was in shock. Then I finally spoke, "In the tournament you will no longer represent Hogwarts, but my families crest." I pull the documents and Lilly's last letter that I held on to for years and handed it to him. "I will be back after taking care of a few things I need to finish up. Until then, I suggest you read those as it might enlighten you," I tell him in a lighter and calmer mood. We finally get to his dorm and I bid him good night as I leave. I calmly get down the moving stair case till I get to the ground floor. "Menow..." I hear Echan call out. I turn my head to him to see Echan have a scroll on top of his head as he floats towards me. "Good work Echan," I tell him as I grab the scroll. "Menow!" He replies cheerfully. The scroll was from Camp Half-Blood, and it seamed that due to three Greek gods demands, one of them being since Zeus's wife, the cabin that is for Harry was being built as we speak. "Looks like Yamino won't be able to join me. What you say Echan? Want to help Harry and me out with the Tournament?" I asked as I look back at him. "Menow!" Echan answers in happy excitement.