Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Jacquelyn Potter was furious. Her fourteen year old brother had just been entered into the Triwizard Tournament and now he was being degraded by a professor.
"Shut up, Snape!" she snapped irritably as she stalked into the room. The man stopped short, probably stunned that someone had dared speak to him in such a manner. She saw Dumbledore open his mouth to berate her, but she cut him off before he could.
"I've had enough, Headmaster, of my brother nearly dying every year. You will find a way to get him out of this, or so help me, he will not be returning to Hogwarts next year. I want this settled before the first task. In the meantime, I want to know exactly how his name got into that glorified drinking cup in the first place! And I had better have an answer before the years ends." She added in a growl. McGonagall glowered at her.
"Now, see here, young lady –"
"No! You see here! Every fucking year, my brother nearly dies! Voldemort possessing teachers! Cerberus' in the school! Devil's Snare! Basilisks! Spirits of Dark Lords! Diaries that possess people! Lords trying to kill him! Dementors trying to Kiss him! You're all lucky I haven't brought this damned place up on charges of endangering the Potter Heir! I. Am. Done! No more! This will be fixed or this will be Harry Potter's last year at Hogwarts! It might be anyway! I won't let you people continue to endanger him! He didn't enter himself, so I suggest someone finds a loophole that allows him to bow out of this stupid Tournament!" she snarled. She rounded on Crouch.
"I want a copy of the rules for the Tournament by lunch time tomorrow!" she commanded angrily, ignoring the puce color the man turned. She grabbed Harry's arm and marched him from the room before anything else could be said. Delacour looked at Krum.
"Zis school ees not very concerned wiz zeir students' safety."
Krum shook his head.
"No, dey are not."
Maxime and Karkaroff ushered their students from the room. Albus looked at his teachers and sighed, suddenly feeling very old. He had no idea where the girl got her defiance from – neither of her parents were this obstinate. He had forgotten that the Potters' only girl was not a Potter at all.
Jacquelyn smirked as she read the letter in her hand. James Potter's oldest friend had just given her a way to get her brother out of this blasted Tournament. Now she just needed to get the boy to the bank.
Harry stared at the parchment his sister had handed him. There, in black and white, was proof that he was not a Potter – biologically, at least. Both he and his sister had apparently been blood adopted by James Potter. Their real father, however, was a man named Dean Winchester.
Jacquelyn grinned smugly as she waltzed into the Headmaster's office.
"I've found a way to get Harry out of the Tournament." She told him cheerfully. The man frowned at her.
"My dear girl, I've told you that there is no way to –"
"There is if they don't enter the proper name, and Harry's proper name wasn't entered, therefore, it's not legally binding." She interrupted, slapping a bit of parchment onto his desk. The man stared at it in stunned disbelief as she glided from the room. There, on the parchment, was the name Harry James Winchester-Potter.
Spending Christmas with Remus was the perfect excuse to leave the school, and the old wolf was more than willing to help them escape the old man. December 21, 2014, Jacquelyn and Harry Potter disappeared from England. In Lawrence, Kansas, Jackie and Hadrian Canis moved in with their uncle Romulus.