Avengers and Tournaments

A continuation of "One Traffic Light" by witowsmp, "A Missed Traffic Light" and "Bonds of Friendship, Book 2" by coolhacker1025

This story is not written with that writers permission, nor the permission of J. K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, etc. who own the rights to Harry Potter.

"One Traffic Light" by witowsmp may be found at s/7058158/1/One-Traffic-Light on fanfiction. (After / paste/type the s etc.)

Alternate Chapter 14—The End

WARNING: An animal attacks something ferociously, and I partially describe it. If you don't like animals eating other animals, do not read this chapter, Skip down to the author's notes.

The Cup was a Portkey. They were in some type of graveyard.

"I see that the guest of honour has arrived," said a high, sibilant voice. "Kill the spare, Dawlish."

"Avada Kedavra!" shouted the Auror Dawlish. Cedric quickly dodged behind a gravestone, and the curse passed harmlessly overhead.

"Get the boy," said the snake-like voice. Harry only knew one voice that sounded like that, Lord Voldemort. It was then that he was Stunned.

When he came to, he was tied to a gravestone marked Tom Riddle. That's when his suspicions were confirmed. That's Voldemort's Muggle dad's name, Harry thought to himself. The Cup was nowhere to be seen, nor was Cedric.

There was a large bubbling cauldron in front of Harry. Dawlish took the creature Harry presumed to be Voldemort and placed it in the cauldron.

Dawlish took a bone from the grave Harry was tied to. "Bone of the Father, unknowingly given, you shall renew your son." said the Auror.

Speaking of Aurors, what's taking them so long? Harry thought to himself, almost missing the next part of the Ceremony.

Dawlish cut off a finger, and dropped it into the cauldron saying, "Flesh of the Servant, willingly given, you shall revive your master."

Dawlish then came at Harry with a knife. He cut along Harry's arm in the shape of the Dark Mark. He tipped the blood on the knife into the Cauldron. "Blood of the Enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe."

The cauldron exploded, and a fine mist appeared. Out of the mist, stepped Lord Voldemort.

"My wand, Dawlish," said Voldemort.

Dawlish reverently gave the wand to the Dark Lord. "I see that you rescued it from the Auror Evidence bins, my loyal servant."

"Of course, milord," said Dawlish.

"Put out your arm," said Voldemort. When Dawlish complied, Voldemort touched the Dark Mark on the Auror's arm.

Harry expected excruciating pain, but none came. Perhaps the severing of the connection between him and Voldemort helped that. Soon, people started Apparating into the graveyard in full Death Eater regalia.

"My Lord, you're alive," cried one of them.

"So few of you here," said the Dark Lord. Then more Apparations occurred.

"Mr Voldemort, we have you surrounded. Put your arms up and surrender!" said a loud voice. Quicker than a blink of an eye, Voldemort shot a green curse at the speaker and the person collapsed, dead. The pink-haired Auror who'd taught at Hogwarts took Harry down from the ropes.

"What took you so long?" asked Harry.

"We ran into some complications," said Tonks, the Auror who preferred to be known by her last name only. "Now let's blow this thing and go home."

Voldemort started sending Killing Curses in every direction. Some hit his Death Eaters, others simply destroyed gravestones that the Aurors were hidden behind.

Harry noticed that Tonks was wearing what looked to be a watch. The watch now showed two sections of mauve.

"What does that mean?" asked Harry.

"Rules of Engagement have changed," the Auror replied. "You will have to survive on your own, until we can take down the Target, or until we are forced to retreat. Double Mauve means that Killing Force is allowed."

One Auror started firing curses at Voldemort, while the Aurors were taking down what few Death Eaters there were. Harry foolishly jumped into the fray, blasting curses at the Death Eaters, and eventually picking up a fallen wand.

It never hurts to have two, he thought. The Dark Lord noticed Harry and shot a Killing Curse at him, right as Harry shot Sectumsempra at Voldemort. The curses connected. A beam of white light formed between the two wands, and started putting out enormous amounts of energy.

"Do not interfere!" shouted Voldemort at his Death Eaters. Unfortunately, there were no Death Eaters still standing to take the order not to interfere.

Good thing I picked up a second wand, huh, thought Harry. He focused all of his feelings of love towards Hermione and Ginny, Sirius, Gwendolen, the Weasleys and his dead parents into what is notably a Dark Arts Spell, and amazingly, his second Sectumsempra worked. It was a little harder to cast than with his own wand, still connected with Voldemort's, but it worked.

"What did you do to me?" cried Voldemort as he tried to renew the power in the Killing Curse still connected with Harry's wand.

The connection broke, and Harry quickly changed into his Animagus form. The panther charged at Voldemort, and viscously attacked the Dark Lord. Harry quickly ripped Voldemort's neck open with his gigantic teeth, chomping down to make sure that his nemesis was dead. He then killed a snake that happened to be slithering by and ate it, because he was hungry. It didn't taste all that bad to Harry-the-Panther.

"Harry, snap out of it," said Tonks. Harry growled at the woman before realising who she was. "You've let your Form take over!"

Harry just gave her a look as he sat down to devour his prey like a lion. Only when he had his fill did he get up and resume his human form.

"We need to get our story straight," said Harry. "Oi! Ministry Lot, listen up! I played no part in taking down the Dark Lord. You did that yourself. I was just an observer, got that?"

With a look that clearly said, "What the hell just happened?" the Aurors nodded.

"Harry, come with me, we need to get back to Hogwarts," said Tonks, taking his hand. They Apparated back to Hogwarts.

\\/ Twenty Minutes prior

The Cup was a Portkey. They were in some type of graveyard.

"I see that the guest of honour has arrived," said a high, sibilant voice. "Kill the spare, Dawlish."

"Avada Kedavra!" shouted the Auror Dawlish. Cedric quickly dodged behind a gravestone, and the curse passed harmlessly overhead.

"Get the boy," said the snake-like voice. Cedric saw Harry been stunned, and no sign of any Aurors. He summoned the Cup, and it took him back to the judges stand.

"That's my son," shouted his dad. "He's won the Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore, Bones, and Longbottom rushed over. "What's happened? Our tracking system is down."

"You'll find it was Dawlish who did that," said Cedric. "And diverted the Portkey."

"Dawlish? I never even knew that he was a sympathiser!" said Amelia Bones. "Where did it take you? Where's Harry?"

"It went to a graveyard. One of the tombstones was marked Tom Riddle," Cedric said. He could see the colour drain from Dumbledore's face. "Dawlish is there; a homunculus was there ordering him around. I think that it was the Dark Lord, and that Dawlish is trying to restore Him to a body.

"Are you absolutely certain that's what the tombstone was labelled, Mr Diggory?" asked Dumbledore. At Cedric's nod, Dumbledore turned to Amelia Bones. "They are in a town called Little Hangleton. Get your Aurors there now! We have the perfect opportunity to Defeat the Dark Lord at his weakest. As Chief Warlock, I hereby place the Aurors on Double Mauve Alert—Killing Force is authorised after he tries to kill you."

The Headmaster and Bones ran off, while Cedric's dad came down from the stands. "I'm so proud of you, boy," Cedric's dad said. "You've won the Triwizard Tournament!"

"No, dad, it was a draw," Cedric clarified.

"But you're here and Harry's not!"

"Harry is in the middle of something big, Dad," said Cedric. "Dawlish has been the Traitor in the Core. Dawlish needs Harry to help resurrect the Dark Lord, not that Potter will do it willingly. We drew for the Triwizard, and the Aurors need to get their quickly or the only Harry Potter we'll ever see is a dead one!"

\\/ That same moment in Little Hangleton

"Target is sighted," said one Auror. "Got it," said another.

"I've got the boy sighted, Boss," said Tonks.

"Go for it," said Kingsley. "Protect the Boy. Aurors, fall out, attempt to arrest the Death Eaters. If they resist, curse them."

"Mr Voldemort, we have you surrounded. Put your arms up and surrender!" said the first Auror in a loud voice. Quicker than Tonks' eyes could see, a green light sped towards the Auror and killed him. That's when her watch started flashing double mauve.

"What took you so long?" asked Harry.

"We ran into some complications," said Tonks in reply. "Now let's blow this thing and go home."

Voldemort started sending Killing Curses in every direction. Some hit his Death Eaters, others simply destroyed gravestones that the Aurors were hidden behind.

"What does that mean?" asked Harry pointing to the watch.

"Rules of Engagement have changed," the Auror replied. "You will have to survive on your own, until we can take down the Target, or until we are forced to retreat. Double Mauve means that Killing Force is allowed."

One of the Aurors started firing curses at Voldemort. Tonks was busy fighting off the Death Eaters. Right now, she was working on Macnair, of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Tonks knew that he liked killing just as much as most giants did. She finished up her duel with him, taking him down permanently.

Just then, Voldemort's wand seemed to connect with Harry's. "Do not interfere!" yelled the Dark Lord to his followers. Except that there weren't any followers left conscious to take that order.

Harry pulled out a second wand, and cast something with it. It looked like a Dark Curse, and it caused Voldemort to break the connection.

Tonks realised that Harry was changing form—he was an Animagus!—legally, she hoped. Potter was a very large panther. The panther sprang at the Dark Lord, and viscously attacked him. The panther started to rip Voldemort's neck open, and then snapped the neck with its teeth, which Tonks noticed were large. Maybe large wasn't the right term: they were huge, at least 5-10 cm large.

The panther then spotted a snake nearby and killed it, too. It then ate the snake, devouring each bite.

"Harry, snap out of it," said Tonks. The panther growled at the woman before realising who she was. "You've let your Form take over!"

The panther mostly ignored Tonks, as it sat down on the ground, similarly to a lion, and started to eat the Dark Lord's body. The body was just barely recognisable as the Dark Lord when the panther walked away, and Harry resumed his human form.

"We need to get our story straight," said Harry. "Oi! Ministry Lot, listen up! I played no part in taking down the Dark Lord. You did that yourself. I was just an observer, got that?"

With a look that clearly said, "What the hell just happened?" the Aurors nodded.

"Harry, come with me, we need to get back to Hogwarts," said Tonks, taking his hand. They Apparated back to Hogwarts. She was amazed at the ferocity that Harry had just shown towards the Dark Lord, and hoped that she never got on the wrong side of that beast.

There was a little known hole in the Wards, at a certain point, that only Aurors and the Headmaster could get through. She would've preferred to use the Floo, but as there wasn't one available, she had to Apparate Potter back.

\\/

"What happened?" asked Dumbledore, surprised to see Harry looking so well. It looked to Dumbledore as if Harry hadn't even experienced the Cruciatus Curse at the hands of Lord Voldemort.

"Well, the Aurors came to rescue me, and found that an Auror by the name of Dawlish, who foolishly fought the real Aurors and died for it, had resurrected the Dark Lord. They then fought the man and his Death Eaters until they started using Darker and darker curses, until finally the Dark Lord and most of his followers were dead."

"I'd like to discuss this more after the ceremony, Harry," said Dumbledore, only partially believing what Harry had told him. Dumbledore knew that most Aurors would piss their pants at the sight of the Dark Lord, and with good reason. "Come up to my office then."

"Yes, Headmaster," said Harry.

The ceremony was later that evening in the Great Hall.

"Could I have your attention, please!" called Dumbledore. "To present the Winners of the Triwizard Tournament, I present The Dowager Countess, the Dowager Lady Longbottom, Minister Longbottom!"

"Thank you," said Minister Longbottom, waving her hands to tell the crowd to quiet down. "I would like to recognise our Runners-Up. From Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour, and from Durmstrang, Mr Victor Krum"

There was a thunderous applause as the Champions stood up and acknowledged it.

"Now, our winners who both touched the Cup at the same time, and who insist that they drew with each other : Please welcome to the stage Mr Cedric Diggory and Mr Harry Potter!"

Harry and Cedric went up to the stage in their finest robes—for Harry, they were the same robes he'd worn to the Inauguration. On the stage, there were two giant cheques and the Triwizard Trophy. The Minister handed them their oversized cheques (redeemable for cash at Gringotts Bank), and many photos were taken. Cedric and Harry gave each other a look, and then grabbed the Trophy together, holding it high.

"Now, if Mr Potter and Mr Diggory would like to say a few words?" said the Minister.

"Uh, I'd like to thank you all for coming, and I'd like to thank you for your support during this Tournament," said Harry, once again to thunderous applause. "I'd like to congratulate Mr Diggory, for winning the tournament with me, the other Champions, who gave me stiff competition during this tournament, and for the Aurors who, I am proud to say, compromised the Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort to a permanent end."

This was met with the loudest cheering yet. Harry estimated that the noise level was at least 130dB.

"I am pleased to announce that, when the Aurors came to save my skin after I was kidnapped by the Forces of the now dead Dark Lord, they were able not only to save me, but to take down the Dark Lord and His followers. It is a great day that I can stand here, and announce this, for Voldemort is dead, and his followers are in rather bad shape.

"Once again, I'd like to thank The Headmasters and Headmistress of the Schools, the Minister for Magic, The Director of the Department for Magical Law Enforcement, and my friends and family, for putting this Tournament together, for keeping me safe, and for supporting me through this tournament."

Cedric then went up to the podium. "True Hufflepuffs value hard work, patience, loyalty, and fair play above all else. While I cannot say whether or not I am truly a Hufflepuff, although I think I am, Mr Potter, my co-winner exhibits many of these same traits. Yes, Mr Potter also acts very much like a Gryffindor some times, and on occasion, and I am sorry for saying this Harry, acts like a Slytherin, but I choose to think that Mr Potter would have done well in Hufflepuff.

"I know that this really isn't the place to be praising my fellow winner, but Mr Potter is a great young man. I had my doubts at the beginning that he'd even survive the first task, but he has now proven himself to be one of the best Hogwarts has to offer.

"Like Harry, I'd like to thank the Headmasters, and the Minister for Magic, and the DMLE for their quick work in saving Harry and defeating You-Know-Who. I am inspired by the difference a good Minister can be, and Mrs Longbottom is a great Minister. Instead of tucking tail and not believing us, she immediately got her Aurors to the scene of the Crime, and were able to take down You-Know-Who. She is a great Minister that takes the Death Eaters off the streets, and puts them into Azkaban, where they belong.

"Victor and Fleur, you were some of the best opponents that I could ask for. I especially enjoyed beating you to that Snitch in the first game. You made the Tournament enjoyable, despite the attempts of others to disrupt our lives."

"Thank you, Mr Diggory, and Mr Potter," said the Minister. "I am glad that my public is confident that I will do the right thing. Now that we're finished with that part of the ceremony, I'd like to introduce the All-Star Teams for the match between All-Star Hogwarts v All-Star Visitors.

"For the Visitors, Keeper #1 Konstantin Mihailov, Chasers #2 Julienne Paquin, #9 Marion Allemoz and #7 Andriy Mikhnov, Beaters #6 Sara Seiler and #5 Orlene LaForce, and Seeker #7 Captain Victor Krum."

"For Hogwarts, Keeper #5 Grant Page, Chasers #1 Angelina Johnson, #4 Tasmin Applebee, and #3 Chris Warrington, Beaters #8 and #9 Fred and George Weasley, and Seeker #7 Captain Harry Potter."

Naturally, cheers accompanied this announcement, along with some boos, particularly from the players that didn't get chosen.

\\/

That night, after the ceremony was over, Harry went up to the Headmaster's office.

"You wished to see me, Professor?" asked Harry.

"I don't believe your story, Harry," said Dumbledore. "What did you do?"

"I couldn't tell you the real story in front of people, could I?" said Harry. "As I don't want the credit for this, my story remains that the Dark Lord was offed by the Aurors."

"But what really happened?"

"The Aurors didn't take care of the Dark Lord," said Harry. "They were too busy with the Death Eaters. During the Battle, I picked up a second wand—that will be significant. I started to duel Voldemort, and our spells connected. He used a Killing Curse, I used a Proprietary Dark Cutting Curse that I learned. I then used the second wand to cause him to break the connection. I cast the same charm, but I focused on my love of everyone—Hermione, Ginny, you, the Weasleys, Bianca, the Grangers, Sirius, Gwendolen—into the spell, and it hit him, causing him to collapse in pain.

"Then I ate him."

"You what?"

"I turned into my Animagus form and ripped him and his snake to shreds. I don't think that I will need to eat anything at the parties tonight."

"What?"

"I lost control, but just a little," remarked Harry. "Honestly, resurrected Dark Lord doesn't really taste all that good, even to a panther. The snake tasted a lot better. The best, of course, is a steak. My Animagus form thinks 'the rawer the better,' for that steak."

The headmaster was in shock as Harry turned to leave.

\\/

Tickets were being sold at 4s apiece for the All-Star Game, and quickly the number of tickets sold exceeded 10000. The tickets were being sold for charity, and the charity got a donation of over 4200 Galleons, after Harry matched the donation.

The game itself ended up being a nice friendly game. Harry had made his team train, so that they could at least play decently together. Krum had done the same thing with his team. It was a good way to end a school year.

The Great Hall was as crowded as ever for the Leaving Feast. After the Feast, the students would be getting on their respective transports to go home.

"Another year gone," said Professor Dumbledore. "And what a year it was. The Triwizard Tournament, and the Quidditch Cup, well done to all that participated in those events. Usually, at this point I'd award the House Cup, but suffice it to say, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor won the House Cup this year. I hope that you all remember your time here well. I was pleased to have an amazing group of students at this school this year, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, abilities and shortcomings.

"Each of you will always be invited back to this school, as long as it is not to harm the students and faculty. But I think that you are hungry, and I've rambled on now for a couple of minutes, so Let the Feast Begin!"

The food appeared on the plates as usual, and the school had one last meal together before going home.

\\/

"Potter, I will miss you," said Krum, as he was walking to the Durmstrang Ship.

"You as well, Victor," responded Harry. "You were a worthy opponent."

"You as well, it was fun."

Just then, Ron came running up. "Mr Krum, can I get your autograph?"

Krum cheerfully signed the parchment for Ron.

It was so very close to when the Hogwarts Express would be leaving, so Harry, Ginny, and Hermione got their things together to take yet another ride on that train.

A/N:

I decided to post an alternate version of Chapter 14. I came up with it shortly after I finished the epilogue, and it came to me: I gave Harry an Animagus form that he can control properly, so why not let him use it? Why have the clichéd people throw curses at each other until someone dies, when I can just have Harry use his Animagus form to defeat Voldemort.

You might realise that the attack sounds a bit more vicious from Tonks' point of view.