The Protagonist System

Albus Dumbledore felt the change in his aged body as soon as the cannon sounded. It wasn't a sharp pain or anything like he expected as his magic was siphoned off, however. His immense power drained away in only a few seconds and it left him with only a little more magic than a squib had. It was enough that he would still live his full life as a magical, only he could no longer cast spells.

The old man looked over at the judges of the competition and saw their surprised faces, so he assumed that they had also suffered for impeding a tournament champion. How much they did, since they hadn't done as much as he had to interfere in Harriet Potter's life as he had, made him wonder if Madame Maxime and Igor Karkaroff had also paid with the entirety of their magic.

Albus heard the jeers from the crowd and he felt sadness that Harriet's fellow students felt that way towards the wizarding world's savior. As he watched Harriet stand out in the middle of the arena, he remembered her words about not being there for her or supporting her, which he now knew was why the students in the school hated her as much as she hated him.

Then he felt shock as Harriet cast the summoning spell without a wand. Despite losing his own magic, he felt the power it required to cast without a wand and he sat there, dumbfounded, as the object she summoned flew over to her.

Voldesheep! She somehow summoned Voldemort as a sheep! Albus thought and then was shocked once more as the teen tossed the sheep to the hungry dragon and claimed it was the Dark Lord and fulfilled the prophecy.

The old man's entire life's work, that he had slaved over how to accomplish since before her birth, was now done. The world was saved once more by Harriet Potter and he was the only one that knew about it.

That train of thought derailed as Albus remembered Harry Peverell's words about knowing everything. He glanced over at the smiling man giving Harriet a perfect 10 as a score and couldn't stop himself from wondering if the mystery man had set the entire thing up to ingratiate himself with Harriet.

The other judges gave more moderate scores of 7s and 8s for her performance and the entire audience booed them. Harriet had completed the task without a wand and the judges complained she hadn't done enough flashy magic to satisfy them? That was sheer idiocy. Funnily enough, Albus agreed with the judges. What Harriet did was too easy and anyone could have done it, age restriction or not.

Not without a wand. A voice whispered into his mind and Albus startled and looked around, only to see there was no one near him. He started to think it was only his imagination, then paled as it said something else. Enjoy your forced retirement.

Albus sat there as the French champion was called out and watched the mediocre performance. Some sparkles, a few sleep spells, and some dancing? That was boring. He agreed with the 6s and 7s the judges awarded her.

The Durmstrang champion was next and he did the worst thing possible by attacking and forcing the dragon to go on the defensive. When it was blinded in both eyes, the thing stumbled around in pain and crushed its nest. Albus was surprised that the only egg damaged was the golden egg the champion was supposed to retrieve and Krum earned only 5s.

The largest and nastiest dragon was hauled into the arena and everyone hushed as it was chained into place. It hissed, and bit, and blew flames at the dragon handlers. This was the dragon Harriet was supposed to face and Albus felt a little guilty that he had wanted her to overcome the worst one and prove to the world that she was more capable than any of them knew.

Cedric Diggory entered the enclosure and started to do some quite impressive transfigurations, inanimate to animate, the same spell used on the dragon models. He created several Krups around the arena and sent them after the dragon, whom completely ignored them. He tried to have them harass the dragon to distract it, and the tactic wasn't successful at all.

He tried stealth techniques next, only for the dragon to follow his disillusioned form, no matter where he went or what he did to distract it. The dragon knew where he was and was not letting him get close to her nest.

After several more attempts, Cedric let out a huff of frustration and used a summoning spell on the egg. Unfortunately, the golden egg had an anti-summoning charm on it. However, the normal eggs did not. So, when he cast the spell, a normal dragon egg flew through the air towards him.

In Cedric's haste to cancel the spell and fix the mistake, the egg dropped to the ground and splattered in a mix of a partially formed baby dragon and a lot of viscera, which was crushed organs, guts, and blood.

A howl of anguish came from the Hungarial Horntail at the sight of one of its precious eggs being destroyed, stolen from its nest by an enemy, and it wasn't going to let them take any more of its children. It stood and growled angrily, the chains restraining it barely making the very strong creature pause as they snapped.

To everyone's shock, it used its wings to dart across the arena in a flash. It tore into the Hogwarts champion to destroy him in the same way that Cedric had mistakenly destroyed its egg. The dragon handlers stormed into the arena and defended him as they fought off the dragon, having to stun the creature two dozen times before it calmed down enough to become sleepy and backed off.

Cedric was little more than half a torso of bloody smears after being trampled by the dragon, his legs crushed, and his right arm and part of his chest had been torn off by the enraged thing's jagged teeth. It hadn't eaten any of him, though. They rushed him off to the medical tent, along with the body parts they could retrieve, in the hopes that the medi-witch could do something for the boy.

Amos Diggory ran after them to be there for his son's last moments. After seeing him being essentially torn apart by a dragon, he had little hope there was anything that could be done to save his life. The other judges followed, mostly just to see if they would have to judge the last champion's failure at the task.

Madam Pomfrey worked hard to stabilize the clearly dying young man and fed him two potions someone handed to her when she called for a pain relief potion and a calming draught. Almost immediately, Cedric's breathing evened out and his face changed from immense pain to relief.

Nearly everyone in the tent were shocked by his sudden change from imminent death to severely wounded. Madam Pomfrey didn't let the change bother her as she continued to work and fed him Skele-Grow and nutrient potions, then continued to work with her wand as she closed off the worst of the damage and gave him blood replenishing potions to keep him alive.

Amos had tears in his eyes as the emergency team from St. Mungo's arrived and they left with an emergency portkey to take Cedric to the much better equipped hospital. He gave his son a 10, just because he survived, and left the tent to head outside the castle's wards to apparate to the hospital. He noticed he had to struggle to generate enough magic to do so in only one trip, despite it being a relatively easy apparition.

The judges returned to the stands and delivered the good news, which had the Hufflepuffs in hysterics, both for the tragedy and for his survival. They barely noticed the 2s and 3s the other judges gave him for not completing the task.

As for Igor Karkaroff, he was mid-apparition in Europe when the task started and never re-materialized. Madame Maxime felt half of her immense strength leave her and her magic reduced to that of a first year student. She accepted it and swore to not allow her ambition to goad her into any more foolish endeavors.

Bartemius Crouch noticed the change immediately as his magic drained and he felt the long years of his life. He knew the Goblet had made its decision and he also accepted it. He thought about retiring, since he had no real magic to perform the usual tasks a man in his position usually performed every day. After a few minutes, he chose to tough it out and faced the future like he always did, with grim determination.

Ludo Bagman was found dead in the back room of one of the bars in Knockturn Alley. No one would admit fault and the case would be quietly closed a few days later when no suspects could be found or charged. With no clear markings for how he died, all the Aurors could do was speculate that he had owed too much money to the wrong person and they didn't like that he had lost his job as the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Severus Snape had suffered the worst of them all, however. Since he was the one that had put Harriet's name into the Goblet, using one of her exam sheets, he was the one that was the most responsible for interfering with a tournament champion. That was his last coherent thought as both his magic and potions knowledge drained away and left him as little more than a brainless idiot and a squib.

He actually clapped when Harriet tossed the dork lord to the dragon and hoped he wouldn't be next, since she was clearly the man's equal like the prophecy stated and was much too powerful to mess with. He just wished he had known that beforehand and he might have devoted himself to her instead of taking revenge on her for how her father treated him.

As he left the stands with the Slytherins when the task was over, the edge of Snape's billowing cloak caught on the corner of a bench and tugged him off-balance, making the idiot over-correct and pull on it, which swung him the other way to compensate. To everyone's shock, Severus Snape tumbled over the top railing of the stadium and plummeted to his death.

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Harriet Potter felt the change inside of her as soon as the first task of the tournament was declared over and she had soundly beaten everyone else in points. Both a flood of information and magic flowed into her and she barely stopped herself from reacting. As soon as her tutor showed up to escort her up to the castle, she jumped on him, briefly kissed him on the lips, and grabbed his hand and dragged him off.

She completely ignored her friends approaching and their shouts as she rushed all the way back to the castle and up to her rooms. When she reached them and entered the living room, she finally let Harry's hand go and turned to tell him what she had felt when the task ended, only to stop when she saw amusement on his face.

“You already know what happened, don't you?” Harriet asked.

“Considering you feel about three times as strong as you did before the task, hauled me all the way up here like a deflated balloon behind you, and you're not even breathing hard? I'm pretty sure I know what you're going to say.” Harry responded.

“I did what?” Harriet asked, surprised.

Harry laughed and brought her over to the couch and sat her down, then sat beside her. “You kissed me and then ran all the way up here without slowing down once. You didn't even change your pace as you ran up the staircases.”

Harriet blinked her eyes at him and didn't quite understand. “What? How? I'm only...”

“Hush.” Harry interrupted and placed a gentle finger on her lips to stop her protest. “You have never been an 'only' anything.”

Harriet blushed at the compliment and wanted to deny it, which was why Harry was stopping her from talking.

“I suspect the Goblet of Fire rewarded you for all of the bad things that have happened to you, and penalized everyone that did those things to you. So, considering you were declared a champion the moment your name came out of the Goblet...”

Harriet's eyes widened. “You don't think... could... could it be true? Everyone who did or said anything against me would have been affected?”

Harry nodded. “Some to a much greater degree for interfering with a champion, like a certain headmaster that didn't speak up on your behalf or stopped everyone from calling you a liar and a cheater, since he knew you didn't put your name into the Goblet and didn't tell the students you were innocent.”

Harriet sat there and stared at him as she thought about that. The sheer amount of magic she could feel pulsing through her, made her wonder just how much of the old man's magic she had taken.

“Pretty much all of it.” Harry answered and then smiled. “I'm sure hundreds of small slivers of magic from the rest of the students might have contributed as well.”

Harriet's eyes widened and then she giggled. Her thoughts went right to Ron and Draco for everything they said and did to tease her and torment her, especially behind her back. “Do you think...”

“Probably back to either first year levels or maybe even less. Ron has been doing a lot of backstabbing.” Harry told her and she nodded. “I suspect things are definitely going to change around here after today.”

Harriet nodded and sat back on the couch to think about it. She went over the task, about how easy it was to do magic in front of so many people, and now she had more magic than anyone else in the entire school. She also knew she had a single person to thank for everything, too.

“You're welcome.” Harry said and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Harriet blushed and remembered what she had resolved to do after she faced her dragon. “Can you excuse me for a bit? I really need a bath before I stink up the place.”

Harry barked a laugh and nodded. Harriet stood up and gave him a shy smile before she went to the bedroom for a moment to gather some clothes and then she went into the bathroom. She didn't waste any time and turned on the water, stripped off, and lathered as she waited for the tub to fill. She stepped in and washed herself up quickly, turned off the water, and stepped back out.

A quick drying with towels and a few hair maintenance spells later, she was ready. She pulled out the sexy lingerie she had, black lace and discreet peekaboo windows, and dressed. She pulled on a dressing robe and took several deep breaths to prepare herself, then she bolstered her confidence by remembering she had faced a dragon and stepped out of the bathroom.

Harriet paused at the sight of Harry sitting there on the couch reading a book. He had his own robes off and he only wore a shirt and slacks underneath and not the full uniform suit he usually did, which made her wonder when he had changed.

“You're done already? That was fast.” Harry said and closed the book and set it aside. “Wait, you brought in a bundle of clothes. Why are you only wearing a robe?” He asked and shot to his feet. “Did something happen? Are you okay?”

The immediate concern for her made Harriet blush. Instead of answering, she untied the robe and opened it. Her long black wavy hair was almost like a halo around her shoulders and the white robe contrasted well with her hair and her black lacy underthings.

The look of utter shock on Harry's face made her feel giddy inside and things started tingling as his eyes dropped to the things she hadn't shown anyone else, not even the girls in the dorm. She had always been shy and had tried to make sure she was always up early to get clean in the mornings or late at night after the others went to bed.

“H-Harriet.” Harry whispered and it sounded like he was in pain.

“I know I'm only 14 and haven't finished growing yet. I'm a little skinny and my breasts are a lot smaller than what they should be...” Harriet started to explain and stopped when Harry darted over to her and hugged her to his chest.

“Don't put yourself down like that. You are gorgeous and more than any man deserves.” Harry told her and Harriet blushed as she hugged him back. His warmth and comforting words made her tingle even more. “You're also making it very hard to not take advantage of you.”

That comment made Harriet giggle and she felt really happy. Her mind went back to Harry's meeting with Druella Malfoy and how he had laughed at every attempt the older girl had made to seduce him. He was definitely not laughing at her and Harriet felt his hardness press up against her belly.

“Yes, very hard.” Harriet couldn't help but tease and it was Harry's turn to laugh.

“I think we both need a little time to cool off, or I'll end up doing something you'll wish I'd waited to do to you later when you would enjoy it more.” Harry said.

“Well, we could play a little... if you're not comfortable with... um... you know... doing the whole thing.” Harriet suggested, her face red, and then she felt bold and eased her hug to let her hands roam down to feel his hardness. She couldn't stop herself after feeling it through the cloth and dug him out of his pants, only to gasp at his perfect form. “Oh, my!”

Before she realized what she was doing, she knelt and ran her tongue down his steel hard length and enjoyed the shuddering breath he took and how his whole body trembled at her touch. She nuzzled his balls, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do, then she looked up at his stunned expression.

Harriet knew then that she had him. Unlike what he claimed, she knew if she did what she wanted to do right now, he would not hold back and would take her like she knew he desperately wanted to. It was only his own stubbornness that was forcing him not to, just because he knew her body wasn't quite ready for it as she hoped it would be.

Instead of going to town on him and giving him a blowjob like the both of them wanted, Harriet gave him another long lick on the shaft and slowly stood. She let him know by her expression that she new exactly how much power she had over him.

“You're right. We need to cool off before we go too far to stop.” Harriet said with a teasing tone to her voice.

Harry looked pained as she carefully tucked him back into his pants and then she playfully patted it, making him groan with need.

“Goodnight, Harry.” Harriet said and stood on her tippy-toes to give his cheek a kiss. “I'll see you in the morning for breakfast.”

Harry blinked his eyes at her, as if he couldn't make sense of what she just said, then he let out a breath. “Goodnight, Harry.”

Harriet held in her laugh at his reaction until the door closed behind him. If someone had asked her about it, she would tell them she had thoroughly enjoyed being in complete control of the situation. It had been empowering in a way that she had never experienced before and she had surprised herself that she hadn't blushed because of it.

She licked her lips and imagined she could still taste him, let out another giggle, and went into the bedroom to change. The things she had on were sexy; but, they were not comfortable to wear for very long. She slipped on some pyjamas and went to bed with a smile on her face.

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