Odin In The Wizarding World

A few days, Edward and Victor leave the Great Hall following a moderate meal, with the intention of throwing their names in the Goblet of Fire.

Discussing the tournament at large, Krum tells him. ''It would be a great honour if Durmstrang would win the tournament thanks to one of us! Winning the Triwizard tournament would finally was away the shame of losing the world cup.''

Fidgeting around with his wand, contemplating how much he should change the goblets enchantment, Edward suddenly asks his friend. ''What about the ball?''

''What ball?'' Asks Krum frowning.

Rolling his eyes, Edward states. ''The Yule Ball, which is held for students of all three Wizarding Schools on the 25 December. So who are you taking to it?''

Blushing a little bit, Krum tells him. ''I am currently aiming for one of two option... Fleur Delacour and your sister...''

Before Krum can say another word or knows what the hell is happening to him, he ginds himself pinned to the wall via magic by an angry looking Edward aiming his wand at him.

''What did you say about my sister?...'' Asks Edward, while shoving his wand directly into Victors face, making the oh tough Bulgarian nearly shit his pants. Knowing about Edwards battle prowess, the seeker doesn't dare to speak and answer that question.

Feeling the weight of a mountain b.a.r.e down on his c.h.e.s.t, Victors face slowly turns pale, as he hears Edward tell him. ''... You my dear friend will keep your dirty hands away from my sister or you will wish to be hit by one of those Unspeakable Curses. Do you understand what I am telling you?''

Just before he is passing out from lack of oxygen, Krum is able to weakly nod, but the preasure doesn't lessen and he passes out. As Edward slowly raises the preasure, ready to kill, a gentle voice suddenly calls out to him. ''Let it go my dear!...''

Following the order and letting an unconscious Victor fall to the floor, Edwards rage slowly calms down, as he sees the source of the voice. Comming down a staircase, dressed in the blue silk Beauxbaton uniform, that perfectly huggs her every curve and emphasises her ample b.r.e.a.s.ts and narrow waist, is Sibilla.

Seeing the unconscious Bulgarian, she asks. ''Nanana... It is always the same with you however you call yourself Odin or Edward Granger. I guess you will always be keeping your bad temper. What did this one do to you?''

''He wants to date my sister and take her to theYule Ball later this year...'' States Edward totally seriously with a dangerous edge in his voice.

Unable to suppress her laughter, that is impossible to contain, Sibilla starts laughing, nearly falling down the stairs, while doing so. ''Hahaha... You... Hahaha... You are complaing about a guy taking out your sister to a ball... Hahaha... I can't take it... Hahaha... This is to much irony even for two lifetimes... Hahaha...''

Emarrest and partly annoyed by her antics, Edward complains. ''Please, be serious.''

Having problems with her breathing from laughing to much, Sibilla tryes to get a grip on her emotions, but looking at Edwards seriously cute face, she just can't stop laughing. ''... It is just too damm funny to hear you say that! You, the good old Allfather Odin, god of wisdom, death, divination, magic and poetry are complaining about something like that?!...Hahaha... That last one making you the ultimate seducer. Let me ask you how many women, mothers, wives, daughters and sisters did you seduce again during our centuries long split?...''

Rubbing his nose very embarrassed by his own hypocrisy, the former Allfather remains silent.

Driving her point home, the former Queen of Asgard further asks. ''... And how many of them did you impregnat? Don't lie to me, I know of these other Pantheons fathered by you!''

Still to embarrest to answer her question, to avoid getting hit again, Edward with all his immeasurable wisdom decides to once again remsin silent.

Seeing her case being made, Sibilla doesn't well on it any further and decides to ask. ''Where were you going any way before you nearly killed your friend?''

Looking from Sibilla to the still unconscious Krum, he says. ''We were going to throw our names into the Goblet of Fire and try our luck at becoming the champion for Durmstrang.''

''And you were going to manipulate the goblet on the way, weren't you?...'' Says Sibilla, as they are walking over to the hall containing the Goblet of Fire. Seeing her lover's once again rub his nose, she comments. ''... Oh, come on! If you intentions aren't obvious to anybody who knows you, what is?!''

Smirking, Edward tells her. ''That... is absolutely true.''

Laughing whole heartedly, as they are linking their arms and enter the hall, Edward hears his sister argue with two tall red haired twins.

(Red head#1) ''Oh yeah? And why's that Granger.''

(Hermione) ''You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.''

(Redhead#1) "So?"

(Hermione) ''So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion.''

(Redhead#1) ''That's why it's so brilliant.''

(Redhead#2) ''Ready Fred?''

(Redhead#1) ''Ready George?''

Seeing the two twins jump inside the age line and cheer, Edward wispers to Sibilla. ''I guess they are not determining the age by the age of ones soul. To bad, I really wanted to see Mr Headmaster's expression when he tryed to determine my age. I am curious how old I am actually...''

Just as Sibilla wanted to comment, the twins put their names in the flame and do a high-five. Enjoying the chears of the crowd, the flames suddenly fires up and the twins are flung across the room ans onto the floor.

Seeing them getting back up on their feet, they have full heads of grey hair and beards and long beards, Sibilla tells Edward with a radiating sly smile. ''Well, I guess your wish could be fulfilled... but please don't make to much of a mess out of it all. Irena still intents to participate in this tournament and you know how she can be when gets competitive about something.''

Already in a good mood since seeing the two now elderly twins chase each other out of the hall, Edward gives Sibilla a sweet kiss on the cheek, before letting go of her and crossing the age line.

Feeling the gazes of many students suddenly drawn to him including Sibilla, but also his sister Hermione, who seems to be in a bad mood, Odin fishes a small piece of paper with his name written on it out of a small vest pocket. Raising one hand to trow the paper into the flames Edward apparently hesitates for a moment before actually throwing it in.

In that small time frame of hesitate, he not only understood, cranked and modified the goblets enchantments, but also snatched a sample from the blue flames for the purpose of further research.

With a confident smirk on his face, he turns around and leaves the age circle only to be intercept by his sister before he can reunite with Sibilla.

Obviously not tolerating any objection, Hermione tells him. ''Eddie we have to talk! Now!''

Initially wanting to reject her, Edward signals Sibilla to wait for him before telling his sister. ''Any time... Whats up?''

Without a word, Hermione drags him into an empty corner of the hall and than starts to interrogate him there. ''Who are we brother and sister or only half? Was your biological father really a Death Eater?''

Taken by surprise by his sisters sudden questions, Edward suddenly has to ponder about what to tell her. -Should I say 'Yes, we are only half-siblings since my Death Eater father r.a.p.ed our mother and I covered up that fact? Is it still to early to tell her about my souls real parents Bor and Bestla?-

In the end he tells her. '' Yes, my biological father was a Death Eater father that r.a.p.ed our mother...'' Seeing sadness, acceptance and some unholy d.e.s.i.r.e glickering in Hermione's eyes, Edward get the sudden urge to hug her. While doing just that he adds. ''... But that doesn't matter since you are my sister and I love you!''