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Chapter 3; Triwizard Champions

“Harry Potter!” Dumbledore yelled over the crowd. “Feliciano Vargas!”

Hermione jerked Harry out of his seat and pushed him to the professor.

Ludwig had to hunt Feli down, and drag him sobbing and attempting to run the other way to the professor. Dumbledore handed Harry his parchment, and Ludwig Feli’s. When the parchment was in the Italian’s view, he clawed at the ground, his average sized nails curling up streams of the floor and leaving scratches as he screamed, “NO! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS! I’LL DO ANYTHING BUT THIS! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”

Giving up on dragging him, Ludwig took the Italian and flung him over his shoulder, bearing through his punches and kicks in his back and stomach and screams of “I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” in his ear, carrying him to the other champions.

They joined the other champions in an isolated room. As the first three champions were calm and determined, Harry entered nervously, Feliciano wasn’t trusted to be put back on the ground and Ludwig entered as the only student that wasn’t a champion. It wasn’t long before the professors and headmasters and mistress came in and stirred up even more noise. “Harry!” Dumbledore yelled, clutching his collar. “Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?”

“No sir!”

“Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?”

“No sir!”

“You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yes sir!”

“Of course he is lying!” Madam Maxime exclaimed, smacking a chandelier out of her way. She glanced at Feliciano still yelling, “I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” over and over again, and clutched her head. “And will someone shut that first year up?!” Ludwig took a large spoon full of pasta he keeps for emergencies, and shoved it in the boy’s mouth, using it as a baby’s passaphire.

“There is no possible way for anyone to fool the goblet into adding two more champions that are uncalled for!” Mad-Eye corrected Madam Maxime, ignoring the distracting movement of the Italian. “Those few who can do such a thing would have mastered very advanced magic, magic I doubt is taught here in the fourth year,” he paused as Feli finished the pasta on his spoon, threw it on the ground, and continued his chant. “…much less first!”

“Feliciano, if you don’t shut up, then the challenges won’t be what would KILL YOU!” Ludwig yelled.

The boy tensed and cowered behind his hands. “I’m sorry Ludwig.” he sobbed. “This is just so scary!”

The adults went back to the conversation as Ludwig put Feli down, but with a death grip on his wrist. “It seems you gave this some thought Mad-Eye.” Carcaroff accused, again ignoring the Italian and German.

“You forget,” Moody growled. “it was once my job to think as a dark wizard.”

“What should we do?” McGonagall asked Dumbledore.

“Let me just say headmaster,” Snape stated smoothly. “as odd as these turn of events have been, I suggest we let them unfold.”

“Do nothing?!” The outcry from the professor caught Ludwig’s attention. “Offer them as bait? Potter and Vargas are boys! Not chunks of meat! They aren’t ready for this! We need to drop them out!”

“YES!” Feliciano begged. “SI! Gratsi! Gratsi! GRATSI!”

“We couldn’t even if the entire magical community told us to.” the headmaster sighed worthlessly. “The Goblet of Fire is, in it of itself, a binding magical contract. Potter and Vargas have no choice.” Feliciano started to sob at the words he feared would come out of the man’s mouth. “They are, as of tonight, Triwizard Champions.”

“No!!!!” Feli sobbed in his hands.

Ludwig’s heart strings were pulled as he watched the Italian in an even more fearful state than he ever witnessed him before. “Professor?” he started.

“Mr. Doitsu, what are you doing here?” McGonagall questioned, finally taking notice to the blond.

“I’m making sure Feliciano doesn’t run away.” he explained. “Which brings up my question, what would happen if Feliciano would refuse to participate?”

The professor’s face went grim. “He’d die.”

“You have to understand the uniqueness of this situation Mr. Doitsu.” Dumbledore stated. “First matter of business that we can care for now is magical personal trainers.” he explained. “Usually, it’s the headmaster of each school, but I can’t look after three champions myself, we’d need two other professors who are willing to tutor you two privately that’s not Professor Carcaroff, Madam Maxime, or myself.” He then turned to the professors in the room at the moment. “Moody, can you watch after Potter?”

“Doesn’t seem too hard.” he grunted, eyeing his new personal student up and down.

“Snape, can you-“

“NO!!” Feli again tried to run, but Ludwig tightened his grip on his wrist, and the Italian was rooted after the slight stumble from the German. “Mr. Snape, no offense, but you scare me!” He went back to screaming loudly and annoyingly, and attempting to run away, only to stumble back, then try again.

“Is there anything in this world that you’re not afraid of?” McGonagall asked sweetly, but barely audible over the cries.

“Not much.” Ludwig sighed in response.

“Alright then,” the headmaster stated over Feli’s screams of terror after Moody shoved Harry out. “McGonagall, would you do the honor?”

“If you would STOP SCREAMING,” Ludwig yelled at the cowardly boy, who shut off when he heard the German’s command. “then you would’ve heard that McGonagall is your private tutor.”

A small smile crept on the young face. “Do you feel better?” she asked her new privet student

He nodded. “Si.”

“Is it alright if Feliciano stays with me in the Gryffindor common room?” Ludwig asked. “I’m the only one who can keep him from packing.” The professors nodded halfheartedly, then huddled together to talk more about the subject.

Ludwig led Feliciano to the Gryffindor common room, spoke the password, and then showed him inside to meet up with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lovino. “What took you so long Ludwig?” Lovi asked.

“I had to pin Feli in place while the professors talk things through.” he answered.

“What happened?” Ron asked. “Harry said that Snape is his privet tutor.”

The German shook his head. “Feli denied it, and started screaming uncontrollably, so now it’s McGonagall.” he explained. He went through what would happen if Feli refused and explained why it had to be him to protect him. “So, that’s why I brought him here.” he finished.

“Well, that was a long and boring story.” Lovi complained.

“It wasn’t for your entertainment tomato!” Ludwig shot back. He sighed as the Italian huffed and left to bed, and turned to the other champion. “Harry, could you help Feli as much as you can in the challenges? He’s only a first year; only a week of spells that he hasn’t even completely understood yet.”

“I don’t think it would be that simple. The challenges might be one at a time in a ring with a goal and a monster of some sort. I might not even be in view of the ring to help.” he voiced his thoughts.

“Please.” the German begged. “Just try as much as you could.”

“I promise.”

Somewhere in the conversation, Ron left to join Lovino to find him…crying. “You ok?” he asked.

“I fine!” the Italian defended. “Just something in my eye and a runny nose. I think I might be getting sick.”

Ron saw through his lie and shook his head. “It’s ok, I know how you feel.” Lovi eyed him with his puffy bloodshot eyes. “You think it’s easy growing up with countless older brothers, and a younger sister that your parents favor more?” he questioned. “I know you hate Feliciano, he probably got all the attention from your parents.”

“Grandpa Rome took him away to raise him simply because he was always cuter, and papa sent me away to be raised by a Spaniard.” he stated. “I look nothing like Grandpa Rome, I’m not an artist like Feliciano, and everyone always favored him because of his adorable chibi face, now he’s the most important person in the group because a fire kicked out his name!”

The two sat in silence until Ron spoke up. “I know what you mean.” he simply stated. “My mom wishes me out of her life and replaced with Harry, I have one brother in Romania studying dragons, one brother in the ministry, twin brothers who know everything there is to know about sweets and fireworks, and a little sister that my parents couldn’t be prouder of.” he listed. “Me? I’m a worthless, common fourth year with no knowledge of anything. Everyone compares me to my brothers and sister. When they aren’t, they’re comparing me to Harry.”

His voice grew cold. “What did Harry do to deserve it anyway?! So what if he survived as an infant against the darkest wizard who ever lived? We already know that it was never his doing to begin with! It was his mother’s love that saved him! Just when I think that Harry Potter wouldn’t get more famous, he’s now a Triwizard Champion!”

Lovino was silent as he listened to Ron, and pictured him being compared to his younger brother his whole life. He smiled at the ginger. “I think you and I are going to be very good friends over the year.” he stated, smiling mischievously and smacking Ron’s back encouragingly.

“By the way…” Ron started, catching something Lovino said before. “Who’s “Grandpa Rome”?”

Lovino’s eyes shot wide at his mistake. He put on a strained smile and nervous laugh. “My family is so uncreative, we named everyone after a country or Empire.” he covered up. “I even have an uncle named China because we are so bland and uncreative.” He continued to laugh nervously. “For the members of my family that aren’t named after a region, they are nicknamed after one. My family calls me Romano, Ludwig’s is Germany, and Feliciano’s is Italy.” His eyes shot even wider as he clamped his mouth shut. “I’ve said too much already!” he mumbled past his closed hand.

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