Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had a problem. The Boy Who Lived was missing. Settling into the massive chair behind the desk in his office, he glanced over at the myriad of artifacts that should have been a source of comfort but rather had become an object lesson in hubris. Those artifacts were all geared towards the status of one Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. The Boy who should have shown up for wizarding lessons at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry three years ago.
Hands steepled on the desk, Dumbledore considered those past three years. First the Boy Who Went Missing receiving his Hogwarts letter. The headmaster realized he should have checked up on the boy rather than rely on the magical monitoring, nor on a squibs reports. Mrs. Figg reported that nothing untoward had happened to the boy and that the Dursleys were living a fine life. There were no reports of Death Eater activity, so it had appeared that the defensive measures he had put up were indeed keeping the boy safe.
Yet the boy was missing. After Harry failed to show up on the first day of school, Dumbledore had sent people to check on the Dursleys. Those horrible muggles had gleefully stated that they hadn’t seen the boy in years, almost immediately after he’d been dropped off. They did say thank you for all the money they’d been sent over the years for Harry’s upkeep. They hoped that those payments would continue. With that they’d shut the door on the wizard checking up on Harry and refused to answer any other requests.
While Dumbledore had been tempted to do a more thorough investigation of the Dursleys, he’d been more concerned about the location of the Boy Who Lived, especially considering the efforts he had gone through to set things up for the boy to learn and experience at Hogwarts. His time had had to be split between looking for the boy and keeping an eye on the stone. Fortunately the confrontation with the wraith had been handled by young Mr. Longbottom and some of his associates.
While that one issue had been resolved, the issue of the Boy Who Went Missing proved to confound the Headmaster. While no other major issues occurred at the school, there were wider concerns in the Wizarding world. Those Death Eaters who had been “reformed” at the end of the war were pooling their collective political power to elbow out Dumbledore. They were slowly reducing the influence and power that Dumbledore had to wield among the movers and shapers of the Wizengamot. Led by Lucius Malfoy, they were leveraging their considerable wealth.
Countering that influence cost Dumbledore a lot of time, time that he wasn’t able to devote to finding the Boy Who Failed To Show Up. Now they were getting ready to enter into what should have been Harry’s fourth year at Hogwarts. Fortunately, things had been set into place years ago that should help finding the lost Potter heir.
The Tri-Wizard tournament hadn’t been held in far too many years. Organizing its return had been one of the moves Dumbledore had used to regain some of this political capital. The potential money that could be poured into the coffers of the Wizengamot rang like music in the ears of those whose influence Dumbledore most needed right now. More importantly, it allowed Dumbledore access to the Goblet of Fire.
The Goblet of Fire was an enigmatic artifact of magic that few living wizards had had the opportunity to study, let alone understand. Among the resources available to Dumbledore were some books on magical theory based around the Goblet. Taking some of those theories and combining them with the ritual for picking the school champions should allow Dumbledore to effectively summon the Boy Who Lived. Regardless of where the boy was squirreled away, the magic of the Goblet should bring him back to the light, where he could fulfill his destiny under the guidance of the Headmaster.
Perhaps Dumbledore didn’t have as much of a problem as he thought. The Goblet of Fire was going to be the answer!
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Bartemius Crouch Jr. had a problem. The Boy Who Lived was missing. While this wouldn’t normally be an issue, as the Boy Who Lived was considered the symbol of all that was Good and Light in the Wizarding world, that meant his absence was a good sign for those who shared Barty’s proclivities. Not to mention that the Boy was the one who supposedly had vanquished the Dark Lord all those years ago, ultimately resulting in Barty’s incarceration in that dark hole that was Azkaban Prison. Or it would have been without his dear old mum.
Those years lost in a stupor had done one thing for Barty. It had given him the resolve and determination to redress the wrongs that had been done upon his world. First and foremost being the return of the Dark Lord. To do that though, he needed the Boy Who Lived. Only with the blood of the one who had slain the Dark Lord would the spell of resurrection provide full power. Otherwise the Dark Lord might not reach his full strength and be vulnerable to those who couldn’t fathom the glories that were to be grasped.
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Fortunately, Barty had managed to get a hold of some information that his father had been holding onto. The renewal of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Now, while the tourney itself was of little concern, the artifact used to choose the trio of competing wizards was of definite interest. Some of the books that the Dark Lord had collected mentioned some of the theories behind the Goblet, as well as some possible uses the artifact could have been put to, had it not been locked away by the Goblins. With the Goblet being let out for the tournament, that would give Barty the access he needed. Even more appropriate, that fool Dumbledore had provided a way for Barty to gain access.
With the right disguise, added by the use of polyjuice, along with a collection of spells, the Boy Who Lived would be found again. The Goblet of Fire was going to be the answer!
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The Goblet of Fire had a problem. While not quite a sentient artifact by any means, there was more than a bit of automated cunning wrapped into the myriad of spells that had gone into creating the Goblet. Not to mention all the magic that had been stripped from Wizards for losing or forfeiting in the tournament. Nor the amount of ambient magic that had been absorbed over the centuries.
Instead of intelligence, the Goblet tried to fulfill its purpose, whether that be of choosing a champion from those presented to the Goblet, or in this case, or answering the call for a champion that hadn’t truly been submitted, but was being called for nonetheless by the duo of spells placed upon it by a pair of wizards.
Those spells called for the Goblet to choose one Harry Potter, wizard, who wasn’t even one of the students at the schools participating. Even worse, the spells were trying to get the Goblet to summon the wizard to its location. This was complicated by the fact that the Wizard in question wasn’t available. He just wasn’t somewhere that the Goblet could normally summon him from.
Fortunately, a solution seemed to being offered. Due to the way the spells were layered, it was possible for the Goblet to access the leyline beneath it to power its summons. That would let it seek further afield for the missing wizard. After all, if one couldn’t find The Harry Potter, perhaps any Harry Potter would do.
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The gathered companies of three separate, prestigious schools of Wizardry watched as the Goblet of Fire made its selections for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The champions for the three schools were cheered as they were led to the waiting area. While the Headmaster of Hogwarts congratulated the champions, he was interrupted by the Goblet igniting in blue flames again, spitting out another piece of paper. This one dodged grasping fingers of the wizard before it darted to land on the stone floor of the great hall.
A pillar of flames burst to life, whirling in heatless blue. It only lasted a few moments before fading away, revealing….
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Author’s Note: Welcome to the Interdimensional Goblet of Fire, where we will be visited by a variety of different incarnations of the Boy Who Lived. These will all be ones who were born into the usual world and then sent/summoned/somehow ended up in another and was raised by those around him there. We’ll get to see what type of chaos a very different Harry Potter can cause on the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
These stories will deal with how our different dimensional Potters handle the tournament. While I have some ideas in mind for versions of Harry, I invite you all to make suggestions in the reviews for places and people you’d like to see have raised Harry. Some of the ones I’m going to be using are FFVII, Fate/Stay Night, WoW, and Marvel. Also, if anyone would like to see an expansion of the world of a summoned Harry Potter, please let me know! Or take it and run with it! Either would be awesome!
Anyway, thank you for reading and it’s good to be back.