Chapter 4- Wands & Press

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Loki's Pov:

                 It was the day of the Weighing of the Wands and press release of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, which has been a week or so from the day the Champions were selected. I was currently walking to Harry's potions classroom to pick up Harry. Echan was, for the meantime, resting on top of my head. When I finally arrived, I knocked on the door; hard. "Enter," I hear Severus Snape snarl out. I open the door and enter. "Pardon my intrusion, Professor Severus, but I'm afraid I'll be taking Harry out of your care this evening. Harry and myself are required to attend the Weighing of the Wands ceremony and small press conference in a few moments," I tell him giving one of my smiles that says 'I dare you agrue with me' look. Severus sighs and mumbles grouching, "Fine, Potter, pack your stuff and get out." Echan floats over to Harry, as Harry is hurring to get his stuff together. Severus starts to walk back to his desk till I spoke. "Oh and Severus," I speak in an almost to cheerful tone. Severus stops walking and flinches. "On behalf of Harilaos-Osiris James-Daidoji Potter, the last of the Potter family line, as his Parent and Gaurdian, I, Loki Daidoji Ragnarok in all my titles, here by claim the blood fued created by James Potter over the matter of Late Lilly Potter nee Evans, now null and void," I tell him in a commanding cheerful tone that no doubt scares probably everyone in the classroom, but except a few people. "Sir?" I hear softly besides me. I turn my head to see Harry besides me with his bag on his shoulder, and Echan floating besides him. "Ready to go?" I asked Harry. Harry nods, then we leave the classroom.

       About half way to the Great Hall, I finally broke the silence between us. "Harry, I know you are going through a lot right now, but I want you to know that I am on your side. Much of what's going to happen maybe a bit overwhelming for you. There will be press, and like it or not, they will write about you. Both due to what happened to James and Lilly, and also with me being involved. Last we spoke, I left to take care of the last bit of paperwork to transfer you into my care, and to send Yamino to go prepare things for you when your not here at Hogwarts. I plan on helping you with everything Harry, and not just the Tournament," I tell him as we walk. "Sir," Harry starts slowly, "If what the papers say are true, and with everything that has happened; I-.... I trust you," he tells me. I smile at Harry and give him a light affectionate pat on the head. "Thank you. Now, I believe Mr. Ollivander and the press are waiting for us," I reply as we continue on to the Great Hall and trophy room.

Harry's Pov:

                  As Loki and myself enter the Great Hall, there were swarm of flashes of cameras. I've thought of Sir Ragnarok as Loki sence I read the letter. Loki gets us to the trophy room where the other Champions were already waiting. Fleur and Krum were silently listening to there Headmasters. Cedric was standing and just simply waiting. Mr. Crouch then took center of the room and spoke, "The Weighing of the Wands is about to start. The three Journalists in the room represents each of the schools reagon. It has been agreed that Englands Journalist will interview the Champion's while the other two will take notes; since the tournament is being held in England. Please be quiet until after the Champion's have been inspected and save questions for afterwards. I now introduce, Mr. Ollivander, Britian's most famous wand-maker and wand expert. He will be the one doing our ceremony this Morning." Mr. Ollivander stepped up to the center; taking Mr. Crouch's place. "Miss Delacour, would you please step forward?" He asked.

       Once Fleur handed her wand to Ollivander, he starred and regarded the Wand carefully. "Nine and a half inches, rosewood with Veela hair core," Mr. Ollivander started before Fleur commented; "From thy'ead of my own grandmuzzer," she started. He continued, "Inflexible." Mr. Ollivander then handed the Wand back to Fleur. "I'm certain this wand is attuned for you as it seams costom made due to your grandmother's hair as it's core. Make this pigeon feather float, please?" Ollivander requested. Once Fleur was cleared, Krum went next. "Ten and a quarter inches Hornbeam wood with Dragonheart-string. Quite rigid, thicker than a normal wand. One of Mr. Gregorovitch creations," Mr. Ollivander replied after Krum handed his wand. Once Krum did the same test then it was Cedric's turn. Ollivander speaks once again, "Well polished. Twelve and a quarter inches Ash with Unicorn hair. One of my own creations that has a pleasant springiness to it." Once it became my turn, Loki step up with me, only just a few inches behind. Mr. Ollivander sighs and then looks at Loki. "Lord Loki, with you stepping up with Mr. Potter, I take it you will soon take Mr. Potter for a certified family magic wand?" He asked Loki. "Yes, and you know family magic laws to know that wand can't be public knowledge," Loki replies. "So by right's Mr. Potter will only have two wands," Ollivander sighs. "You Ragnarok's are power house's to need two wands. Very well, let's get this over with Mr. Potter. No doubt he will make your day a busy one," he finishes.

       Once wands and pictures were done a woman, who's looks makes me want to run for it due to the make up she wears, steps forward. "What a charismatic quartet. Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter. I write for the Daily Prophet. But of course you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know," she smiles in almost greedy fashion, "You're the juicy news," before she continued, Loki spoke up; "I'm afraid I must ask for Harry and I to go first Miss Skeeter. We still have to attend Gringotts and I prefer not to be late." "Lovely," she replies. "And no Quick-Quotes Quill," Loki states. Skeeter frowns a little. "Very well then Lord Ragnarok," she states then continues once she is comfortable, "So tell me Harry, how does a boy of mere 12-" she was then cut off by Loki, "He's 14 ma'am. Due to the Muggles care that Dumbledoor placed him with, Harry suffers from malnutrition in which has forever stunt his height, that even magic can't fix. Harry would end up like the Longbottoms should we try to fix it," he stated while also placing a hand on my shoulder. Skeeter was writing everything. "Him about to complete against three students who have mastered spells that he may not have even attempt in his dizziest daydreams. Are you concerned Lord Ragnarok?" She asked him. "I am confident that Harry will do fine in the tournament as Harry will finally be learning about his family legacy that has been denied to him by Dumbledoor's melding in family affairs. Due to him freezing James and Lilly's Will's, I was not notified by the Ministry that Harry is alive. As many know Jame's was an Auror, and that job is harzardist. Mad-Eye is living proof of that fact. Due to James hit with a infertility spell and Late Lady Potter being raised in the Muggle world, they came to me as a doner parent. Muggle science or 'technology' has evolved to where the intimacy act didn't have to take place. My, shall we say, Legacy, keeps me busy; along with me being Knighted into her Majesty's court. I will be training him to not only know truly about himself, but to further in life as Hogwarts has over the years of Harry's schooling, hasn't been safe." Loki stated.

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