Chapter 47: The Graveyard Shift and the Bikini Battle part- 1
Harry grabbed the handle. He grabbed Cedric's arm. And he wrapped his other arm firmly around Hermione's waist.
"One, two, three!"
They touched the Cup.
Hook behind the navel.
The Portkey activated. The world spun in a swirl of color and wind.
They landed hard. Not in the stadium.
They landed in a graveyard.
Little Hangleton.
I sat up in the stands, my Omniscope flickering. The signal was being jammed by powerful Dark Magic.
"System!" I thought urgently. "Where did they go?"
"Target location: Little Hangleton Graveyard," the system replied. "Interference detected. Dark Magic levels: Critical."
I cursed. The plot was back on the rails. Voldemort was waiting.
But this time, Harry wasn't alone. He had Cedric. And he had a half-naked, furious Hermione Granger armed with a rock and a leather bikini.
And Harry? Harry was high on pheromones, adrenaline and the protective instinct of a alpha male who had just claimed his mate.
Voldemort wasn't expecting the Boy Who Lived. He was expecting a scared teenager.
Instead, he was about to face a very angry couple who just wanted to put some clothes on.
(System,) I commanded. (Can I project a 'Poltergeist Proxy' to that location?)
"Negative. Range exceeded. However, you can use 'Reality Warping (Minor)' to create a localized effect on the Portkey connection."
(Do it,) I thought. (If I cannot be there, I will send them a weapon.)
(Reality Warping: The Triwizard Cup is not just a Portkey. It is a Supply Crate.)
I focused all my new points into the wish.
Back in the graveyard, Harry stood up, pulling Hermione behind him. Cedric drew his wand.
"Kill the spare," a high, cold voice hissed.
"Avada Kedavra!" Wormtail shouted.
"NO!" Harry yelled.
Suddenly, the Triwizard Cup, which was lying in the grass, exploded.
But not with fire. It exploded with... smoke grenades? And... a machine gun?
(Okay, maybe I watched too many movies in my past life,) I thought.
But the distraction was enough. The green light missed Cedric as he dove for cover behind a tombstone.
Harry grabbed Hermione.
"Run!"
The graveyard battle had begun. But this time, the dynamics were very, very different.
The air in the Little Hangleton graveyard was cold, stagnant and heavy with the scent of death. But suddenly, it also smelled distinctly of gunpowder and burnt sugar.
Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail, stood with his wand raised, the green light of the Killing Curse dying on the tip. He blinked his watery eyes, looking from the Boy Who Lived to the spare (Cedric Diggory) and finally, his gaze landed on the third figure.
Hermione Granger stood in the tall grass, holding a jagged rock in one hand and her wand in the other. She was glowing with a fierce, magical aura, likely due to the adrenaline. She was also wearing a maroon leather bikini that looked like it had been fashioned by a blind goblin in the dark.
"What..." Wormtail squeaked, his voice trembling. "What is she wearing? Is this... is this part of a ritual?"
"Kill them!" the high, cold voice of the homunculus in Wormtail's arms hissed. "Kill the spare! And cover the girl! It is distracting!"
"Reducto!" Harry Potter shouted.
Harry wasn't the scared boy from the original timeline. This Harry was hopped up on "Pheromone Control," fueled by the "Dream Weaver" conditioning and currently operating on a protective instinct that bordered on feral. He didn't wait for Wormtail to act. He attacked.
The spell hit the ground at Wormtail's feet, sending a shower of dirt and tombstones into the air.
"Cedric! Flank him!" Harry barked, stepping in front of Hermione. "Hermione, stay behind me!"
"I can fight!" Hermione yelled. She raised her wand to cast a Stunning Spell. "Stupefy!"
However, the "Reality Warping" I had applied to the situation—and the unstable nature of her transfigured outfit—chose this moment to intervene.
As Hermione whipped her arm forward to cast the spell, the sudden movement exerted torque on the strap of her bikini top. The leather, being a product of melted dragon-hide and hasty magic, did not have the elasticity of spandex.
Snap.
The right strap of her bikini top gave way.
Gravity, the eternal antagonist of Hermione Granger, took over. The leather cup flopped down.
Wormtail, who was scrambling to pick up his wand, looked up. He saw the flash of pale skin in the moonlight.
He froze. His rat-like brain short-circuited.
"Oh," Wormtail whispered.
Harry saw Wormtail looking. A roar of pure, possessive rage erupted from Harry's throat.
"EYES OFF!" Harry screamed.
He didn't use a wand this time. He physically tackled Wormtail. Harry Potter, the skinny Seeker, hit the chubby Death Eater like a bludger. They rolled in the dirt. Harry punched Wormtail in the nose.
"Harry!" Hermione shrieked, clutching her broken top to her chest with one hand while trying to aim her wand with the other. "Behind you! The snake!"
Nagini, the massive python, was slithering through the grass, jaws open.
Cedric Diggory, who had been momentarily stunned by the sheer absurdity of the situation (and the view), snapped back to reality.
"Confringo!" Cedric yelled.
He blasted the ground in front of the snake, driving it back.
Meanwhile, the Triwizard Cup—which I had warped with my skill—was still active. It wasn't just a Portkey anymore; it was a chaotic supply crate.
Bang! Whizz! Pop!
A massive, dragon-shaped firework erupted from the fallen Cup. It screamed into the air, exploding in a shower of red and gold sparks. It was a Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-bang, but amplified by the "Reality Warping" skill to be roughly the size of a real dragon.
The firework dragon swooped down, chasing Nagini. The snake hissed and fled into the shadows.
"Get to the Cup!" Harry yelled, scrambling off the dazed Wormtail. He grabbed Hermione's hand.
"My top!" Hermione cried, trying to run while holding her chest. "It is falling off!"
"Leave it!" Harry shouted, dragging her. "We have to go!"
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