Young Harry Potter was fighting his way through his fourth year, and an event called the Triwizard Tournament. In the third and final event, Harry would be kidnapped and used in a Dark ritual to revive the Dark Lord to life and full health. In the natural course of things, Harry would manage to pull off a last minute escape, dodging killing curses to reach a magical portkey and bring warning back to the wizards.
Until Pluto intervened.
Harry Potters heart filled with resolve. Whatever else happened to him, he would not die hiding behind a tombstone! He leapt into the open, the Disarming Charm on his lips-
A figure appeared between Harry and Voldemort. Barely holding his feet, the new player was in no condition to dodge the green light of death that was already leaving the Dark Lords wand.
I didn't save Cedric, but I can save him. The thought blazed through Harry's mind with remarkable clarity, and the teen jumped forward, putting himself in front of the Killing Curse. Another thought occurred to him, and he grinned mirthlessly. I wonder, would you scold me for this, Herm-
The Boy-Who-Lived fell to the ground, dead.
Ranma stared in horror at the boy laying dead on the ground.
"Well, that was less thrilling than I hoped it would be. Oh well. Someone kill the unlucky witness, than lets adjourn for dinner, shall we? Murdering the innocent always leaves me with such an appetite."
An appreciative chuckle went up from the masked, robed people surrounding him as they turned to leave.
Ranma scowled as his brain rebooted. His life in Nerima had just imploded in the worst way possible, and now he'd just inadvertantly helped some evil maniac kill a kid. It was official: Today was the worst day EVER. If only there was someone around to take those feelings out on...
Ranma smiled.
Lucius Malfoy had begun bragging about his house elf's cooking when the rock slammed into the back of his head sending the older man sprawling.
Alecto Carrows frowned. "See here!" said the Death Eater indignantly. "He wasn't that boring!"
"Yes 'e was," muttered either Crabbe or Goyle quietly.
"No, wait, it was the bystander!" exclaimed Pettigrew.
"Who was taking care of that?" asked Alecto.
No one answered.
Voldemort sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Maybe he should have taken over Ravenclaw.
The fierce looking bystander, who apparently had no idea of the trouble he was in, made a short speech.
Alecto Carrows blinked. "Did anyone understand that?"
"Do I bloody look like I speak Chinese?" asked Theodore Nott, Sr. on Alecto's left.
"Is it too much to ask that someone kill the idiot child?" demanded Voldemort, losing patience at last.
"Actually, yeah, Tom, sounds like it is."
Voldemort and his Death Eaters stared as The Boy-Who-Lived took a stance next to the intruder.
Ranma blinked as the boy he'd thought dead issued a challenge of his own.
At least, that's what he thought the boy had said. English wasn't his best subject. Quickly, Ranma sized up the younger teen.
The stick in his right hand was probably a wand, indicative of a magic user, which synced with the feeling of power rolling off him. No combat training, but at the same time it looked like the kid was no stranger to life or death situations either. Unfortunately, the kid's body language said he was tired, injured, and had no real hope of defeating his opponents.
And the kid was right, Ranma realized. At least a dozen enemies, all of whom were powerful magic-users, used to working together, relatively fresh by the look of them, and that was without counting the pale hanyo who seemed to be their leader and who was making Ranma's danger sense stand up and scream "Run Away!"
Ranma tapped the boy on the shoulder. "On three?" Ranma managed to ask in English. The boy glanced over, meeting Ranma's eyes.
Ranma flicked his eyes backward, away from their enemies.
Understanding lit the boys eyes, and he winked.
"On three, then," Harry declared loudly. "THREE! DEPULSO!" A weeping stone angel flew at Voldemort, powered by Harry's banishing charm.
At the same time, the older teen shouted something and two blue spheres flew from his hands to impact the ground in front of the Death Eaters, sending up smoke and dirt.
Voldemort's vision cleared just in time to see the two teens grab the Triwizard Cup and vanish. Almost to add insult to injury, Harry was holding onto the corpse of his friend that Wormtail had murdered earlier.
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