The Rise of Harry Potter by ZaneT69

Chapter 22

November 5th, 1994.

It had been five days since my brother was chosen as a Triwizard Champion. My mom and I had been carefully going over potential oaths to prove his innocence and restore his good name, and oaths were such tricky things that we had to make certain they were worded right. I had also began tutoring him in Transfiguration, Charms, and DADA. Mom taught him Potions, and he had been self-studying for History of Magic. He was able to progress at a rapid pace, and I had brought in Nysa to duel him. It was a great way to spend time with her, and let her bond with my family some, and for James to get stronger, and he had made great progress. It helped that he had his own private instructors that were committed to his betterment.

I had a full schedule today, and was currently walking towards the Wand Weighing Ceremony, walking beside James, with our family following us. I had already silenced a few who slandered my brother, I deflowered Pansy Parkinson during a sex ritual. It was that or ruin her family, and I offered to restore her virginity afterward. Though if someone tried using it in a sex ritual they would derive no benefit other than pleasure from it. I enjoyed bringing her to multiple orgasms and depriving some inbred idiot the joy of truly deflowering her. The twenty-two percent power growth was almost as enjoyable.

I still looked forward to silencing a few other targets, but that would have to wait.

We entered the small classroom where the weighing of the wands would take place, like we owned it, and in my case it was partly true.

Our entrance got some raised eyebrows, but no-one said anything.

Unfortunately, Bagman noticed James and bounded forward.

"Ah, here he is! Champion number four! In you come, James, in you come ... nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment -"

"Wand weighing?" James repeated nervously.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead," said Bagman, I resisted the urge to snort derisively. "The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter," he added, gesturing toward her. "She's doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe not that small, Ludo," said Rita Skeeter, her eyes locked on James. I would have to put her in her place.

"You're not interviewing my brother," I informed her coolly, not at all amused by her antics. "If you cross my family, I'll squash you like I would a beetle." I added, making sure she understood. And she did. I was so enjoying her look of fear. I was glad my family had discussed this ahead of time. "All you may put into your article regarding my brother is this... He is competing under House Potter's banner and was entered by someone who wanted him dead or worse. He is competing under the family banner because he does not wish to unfairly steal Hufflepuff or Diggory's glory, or unfairly give Hogwarts a second champion and therefore another chance to win." I said, before shooing her away from us with a gesture.

Rita walked to the other side of the room, but I could tell she was pissed about how I treated her.

Dumbledore, Mr. Ollivander, and Mr. Crouch entered few minutes later, and everyone began taking their seats.

"May I present Mr. Ollivander?" said Dumbledore, taking his seat at the judges' table and talking to the champions.

"He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament."