Goblin Child

Summary: At the beginning of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, only one group is looking out for the Child of Prophecy, the Goblins. After Harry gains the Goblins respect, they adopt the Man of Prophecy.


NOTES: /sdjfjasdfsajf/ = Goblin Tounge


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"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dum bledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" — he indicated the door behind the staff table — "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames al most painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting. … A few people kept checking their watches. …

"Any second," Lee Jordan whispered two seats away from Harry.

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it — the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" yelled Ron as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted as the girl who so resembled a veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. "Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.

When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excite ment you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next …

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

"No!" said Ron loudly, but nobody heard him except Harry; the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers' table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real —"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was appar ent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were fly ing out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumble dore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out —

"Harry Potter." (GOF, JKR)

After Harry's name had been called and he was shuttled into another room, argued with, accused of putting his name into the Goblet of Fire, and then given instructions and told that he must compete, Harry headed back to his room, whereupon he found Ron who made a big deal and let his jealousy run rampant against Harry. After this Harry let the others in his room fall asleep as he sat absentmindly by the window. Soon after he heard a light tapping at the window and looked up to see a regal eagle owl. Harry let the owl in and took the regal scroll from the owl, opening it he read the missive.

Harry James Potter,

The Goblins of Gringotts and the Goblin Nation greet you in most honored faith. After reviewing a report from one of our own who works at Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick, we are hereby notifying you that due to Ministry Regulations and Tournament Rules, your entry and the failure of Ministry Personal and your school Gringotts can declare you an adult. This entitles you to claim the Potter Lordship, along with taking the inheritance ritual at an earlier date then normal (16 years old due to the House of Potter's standing in the Wizarding World.)

As Steward of the Potter Accounts I would sincerely like to invite you at any time you wish you join us at Gringotts to discuss these issues. To meet with me to discuss this and other issues that have come to light I have included a portkey that shall bring you to my office. This portkey is activated by touch and by saying the passcode, "I, Harry James Potter, wish to meet with Snorktooth." I should also inform you that the portkey will notify the Head of the Goblin Nation, Ragnok, on your approach as he wishes to speak with you about a matter of Goblin Nation security. You may come at any time, and we would be honored if you might approach us as soon as you receive this missive, at any time of the day or night, though it may take us a few minutes to reach you as you will be deposited into one of our most secure areas in the Gringott's complex.

May your gold bring you and us wealth,

Snorktooth

Steward of the Potter Accounts