Fate's Request: A Harry Potter FanFiction

"I hear by call this gathering of the Wizengamot into session," Albus Dumbledore declared out loud in a booming voice to the collected witches and wizards, finishing with a bang of his gavel.

This session of the Wizengamot was almost full, there were a few missing witches and wizards, but with the first task starting soon, it was inevitable that they would have to miss this most important gathering.

"Due to the gravity of the matter Cyrus Greengrass has brought forth during the last sessions, an extra hour shall be allotted regarding the cause he is championing," Dumbledore said to the gathering.

"This is ridiculous Dumbledore! Do you have any idea-," Fudge shouted, before being cut off by the Chief Warlock.

"Minister, please. Many of us still need to be informed regarding the gravity of the situation," Dumbledore said, ending the Ministers tantrum.

"V-very well… Shall I begin?" he asked of the Chief Warlock, sufficiently subdued for now.

Following a nod from Dumbledore, he began, "The Cross vaults… according to our records were emptied by the Ministry a century ago… the reasons for this, have been lost…"

Mumbling discontentment broke out in the gathering of witches and wizards, not happy the reason they Ministry violated a pure-blood houses rights was missing.

"However!" he added, raising his voice over them all, "We still have clear records as to what was taken from the vault. Normally, I would be quite willing to undo this… deed… of our…predecessors, but the simple fact is, the amount that was taken from the Cross family is, uhh, well it is so substantial it would bankrupt the Ministry to return it."

"How much?" a voice asked of the Minister.

"Excuse me?" Fudge asked, not hearing the question.

"I believe, that our esteemed member was asking, Minister, just how much was taken from the Cross vaults," Dumbledore said, clearing up the question.

"Ah… yes… well," he mumbled going through his papers, looking for the exact sum that was missing, "Ah! Here we are. The total amount that was obtained from the Cross-family vaults, once calculated from the number of properties that were sold."

Even louder murmuring broke out, the fact that the Ministry had sold some of what they obtained was a worrying matter for many of the Wizengamot.

"Is one hundred and forty-five million galleons…" Cornelius Fudge finished, nervous as the entire Wizengamot had gone silent.

Following the silence, chaos broke out.

Half the Wizengamot were furious the Ministry would steal such an amount, but cooler heads shouted about how the Ministry couldn't afford to pay the amount back.

Cyrus just let out a sigh as he watched the chaos unfold, this was going to get messy he thought to himself.

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Hermione brought David with her to where her fellow Gryffindors were sitting to cheer on Harry as a collective.

He really needed it, the Ravenclaws were leaning more towards Cedric being the Champion. The Hufflepuffs were naturally rooting for their star-boy and Slytherin would always be happy to put down a Gryffindor, especially their golden boy, Harry Potter.

Hermione was a bunch of nerves even with Harry mastering the summoning charm ahead of schedule thanks to the two of them drilling it into him over the past few days.

Seeing her so nervous, David held her by the waist, and they watched on as Cedric Diggory walked into the dragon enclosure to the cheer of the gathered students and spectators.

He seemed almost green as he came before the Swedish Short-Snout, hand gripping his wand very tightly.

Cedric tackled the dragon as he would have normally, almost deceiving it with the Labrador, but getting partially roasted in the process of recovering his egg.

Next came Fleur Delacour, who seemed a little more composed in comparison and performed far greater spell work than what Cedric Diggory showed.

She managed to charm the dragon into a trance, something that would have been impossible without immense magical skill. She soon followed up by gathering her egg relatively quickly but was, in David's opinion, very unfortunate when she got hit by the stray spray of dragon fire, losing her precious points in the eyes of the judges.

With immense applause, she left the enclosure to be checked over by a growingly irate Madam Pomfrey.

Viktor Krum was the third to step out, he walked out there with a look of steel, something that he'd probably gained thanks to his time as a Professional Quidditch Player and celebrity and tackles his dragon immediately.

His Conjunctivitis Curse into its eyes was somewhat effective, but David cringed at the trampling of the eggs, poor mother and Ministry he thought.

The mother lost a few of her children by accident and the Ministry now owed his reserve a hefty sum due to the broken eggs, as part of the contract he'd forced on to them.

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Hermione's nerves, which had settled as much as they could while watching the three Champions tackle rampaging mother dragons had gotten much worse and she looked to David in support throughout.

While he wrapped his arm around her tightly, what she saw confused her.

D.e.s.i.r.e and excitement were flashing through his eyes as he watched each of the Champions tackle their dragons.

She knew David was an amazing wizard, but the thought that David might want to also be out there shocked and scared her.

It was bad enough that Harry was being forced into the tournament, now her boyfriend had a hidden d.e.s.i.r.e to also test himself.

She thought back to how David explained to her and Harry how he would attempt to either get past or kill a dragon, which only further supported her idea that David was thinking something dangerous.

However, a nervous Harry appearing before the dangerous Hungarian Horntail ended those thoughts, for now.

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There was a tense moment for David and Hermione as they watched Harry's attempt to summon his Firebolt, while he managed to show that he truly mastered the spell, beyond what any other fourth-year could do, other than David and Hermione of course, doing it in action was a different ball game.

The couple let out a breath in relief as they watched the Harry latch onto the Firebolt and disappear up into the sky, away from the murderous dragon below.

David watched him soar in the air and had to agree with the commentary of Ludo Bagman, Harry really could fly.

He smiled as the thought about how furious the Slytherins must be, watching Harry exceed expectations at an event where many thought he'd flop, be maimed or even die.

Eventually, he cheered along with the Gryffindors and many of the other students who were decidedly against Harry as he reached the Golden Egg in record time.

As things died down a little, David saw Ron lurking around, clearly looking for Hermione in an attempt to make up with Harry.

David, knowing that in the grand scheme of things, the three would have to go off together, motioned to a distracted Hermione that the red-head was looking for her, setting right Harry and Ron's reunion.

As he watched Hermione and Ron run off towards the Champions tent to chat with Harry, David plopped onto the seat below him and let out a breath of frustration.

He really did enjoy watching the tournament, he partly wished he was old enough to enter the tournament himself, to challenge himself and grow, physically, magically and mentally.

He didn't want any of the 'eternal' glory that was spouted, he just wanted to advance, grow stronger, test himself.

He wanted to know where he stood in regard to such a beast, he knew it was extremely reckless, and that it partly stemmed due to the fact the even with the ritual notes, he might still not make it, giving him limited time to find out what he was made out of. But he pushed those thoughts out of his head, thinking of failing with the ritual was pointless.

Shaking his head, he listened in on the obviously biased points giving and sighed.

In his opinion, Fleur had shown the most skill among the gathered Champions, even compared to Harry's excellent broom handling.

The girl managed to charm a dragon into sleep, a magical creature that was almost impervious to magic, and she had done it alone.

In the end, however, Harry tied with Viktor Krum with forty points, Fleur was third with thirty-nine and Cedric last, with thirty-eight.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get any chance to say a good job to Harry, for he'd be celebrating late into the night with his House, David quickly returned to the Room of Requirement, where he let off some steam, performing dangerous magic.

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Lucius Malfoy returned late that evening following the first task of the Triwizard tournament.

He'd had a meeting with Cornelius Fudge and has to listen to the Minister bem.o.a.n the cost a mud-blood upstart was potentially going to cause the entire Ministry.

"Anything wrong Lucius?" his wife, Narcissa Malfoy asked as she and her husband sat in their drawing room, drinking late into the night in relative silence.

Fl.i.c.k.i.n.g his platinum blonde locks behind him, he let out a sigh and answered, "The Minister's having trouble with a case brought forward by Cyrus Greengrass. Some mud-blood with the name Cross thinks he's the heir of the fallen House and wants to reclaim the contents of his vault…. The sum, however… is immense."

"Cyrus Greengrass?" Narcissa hummed in question.

"Rumour has it he's getting a cut from the 'winnings'," he replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Cross…" she said to herself, the name ringing a bell, all the way back from the days when she was a teenager and learning about the Black family history.

"Know anything I should know dear?" he asked his wife, who was clearly ruminating over the mud-blood imposter's surname name.

"Maybe… the name rings a bell, I have to think about it…"

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Following Lucius leaving from his meeting with the Minister, Cornelius Fudge had a meeting with Albus Dumbledore at Hogwarts, hoping to convince the headmaster to lean on the child causing him so much trouble.

"You've been having a rough few days I hear," Albus said with a comforting smile on his face.

It did nothing to help the Minister as he took a sip of his sherry.

"You could say that Albus, you could say that," he answered with slight venom.

Sitting in silence, Cornelius finally spoke, "Perhaps… perhaps you could speak to him, Albus? You're his headmaster, the boy needs to understand just how much gold this is, it could ruin the Ministry!"

"Cornelius… you know that I can't. It's a conflict of interest, I'm the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and his headmaster, I can't discuss this case with him," he answered sadly, before adding, "He does have every right Cornelius, to request his familial belongings are returned, gold and all."

"I know, I know! But this isn't even my mess! Merlin… I don't even know what Minister is responsible for this…" Cornelius said, groaning into his hands in dismay.

"I believe it was Faris Spavin, most likely at the end of his life, for it was quite the foolish endeavour, emptying the vault of such a family," Albus cheerily replied, using that intellect of his to remember the longest-serving Minister for Magic that was most likely responsible for this mess before them.

Downing the rest of his sherry, Cornelius stood up a little woozy and made his way over the fireplace in headmasters office, "I believe… I should go, Albus. Thank you, for the sherry."

"Quite alright Cornelius, quite alright. I do however have a last bit of advice, neither Cyrus Greengrass or David Cross are unreasonable men, perhaps speaking to Cyrus about the matter may prove… fruitful," Albus added, hoping the matter would resolve if self soon, he had much more troubling issues to think of, rather than worrying over stolen gold.

"I… I might just do that, yes…" Cornelius replied before he stepped into the fireplace and was gone in a flash of green.

"Ahh, Mr Cross. What is your game…" he said to himself and Fawkes, who eyed him in response.

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The next day David was accosted by Hermione early in the morning over at the Ravenclaw table, who looked a little annoyed at him.

"David! You disappeared after the first-task, where were you?" she asked, in a hushed voice as she sunk down next to him, stealing a bite of his breakfast.

"It seemed to me that you, Harry and Ron needed to sort some things out, so I thought I'd give you some privacy," David answered, a hint of sadness in his voice.

As he and Hermione got closer, being separated at Hogwarts due to their houses was resulting the both missing the other when they weren't around.

Hermione just looked down at the table for a second, hearing the sadness in his voice, but she soon cheered up and said, "Harry was really grateful for your help, he wanted to thank you yesterday, but we couldn't find you. He's probably going try and get away from the Gryffindors some time today, they won't leave him alone and have a chat with you."

David smiled, nodded and popped a gr.a.p.e into Hermione's mouth and continued to chat with her while eating in peace.

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It turned out that Harry really couldn't get away from the mob that constantly surrounded him, so it was a few days later, with the Yule Ball having just been announced that Harry and David had some time to chat before he was again surrounded by his entourage.

After the usual pleasantries and thanks, they got to talking about the coming ball.

"Got anyone you want to take?" David asked, knowing the answer and hoping he could direct Harry elsewhere, for his own sake.

"Uhh… Cho…" he mumbled, clearly embarrassed about his crush.

"Oh, she's dating Cedric, Harry…" David said, breaking the poor bloke's heart.

"Ah… right… well, I guess… I'll find someone else…" he replied, crestfallen he'd already lost his chance.

"No one else you can think of?" David asked, prodding.

"Umm, not that I can think of right now. Why?" Harry questioned.

"Well, you're a Champion… You need to open the ball with a dance. You need a partner," David answered.

"Oh shit…" Harry said with bulging eyes, for Professor McGonagall hadn't informed him yet.

"Yeah… you need a partner, and soon if you want to get some practice in," David added.

"I have no idea who to ask…" he said eventually, stumped.

David decided to… push things along for Harry. With the use of some Legilimency, to monitor his thoughts, he mentioned Ginny Weasley as an option.

"What about Ginny?" David said suddenly

"What? Ron's sister?" he asked, stumped at David's proposal of asking her to the ball.

"She has a name, Harry. Ginny Weasley, if I remember correctly, we were in the chamber together and all," David answered, peering into Harry's mind to see what he was thinking.

Seeing that Harry had no real thoughts of Ginny as of yet, he decided to 'help' a little more.

"A lot of the guys in Ravenclaw find her quite cute, she's probably going to be asked soon," he added, grinning when he found that Harry was shocked and soon thinking over that comment of Ginny being cute.

Harry, surprised he didn't notice Ginny earlier, was mulling her over in his head for quite a while.

"Yeah… maybe I can ask Ginny… she's in third-year so she won't be expecting to go…" Harry said, thinking about taking the now 'cute' Ginny Weasley to the Yule Ball with him, just as friends, of course.

"That's great… you should do that soon. Anyway, Hermione and I are practising for the Ball a little, you're welcome to join us, Harry. Just ask Hermione for the details if you do," David said just in time, for Harry's posse, led by Ronald Weasley had found him.