Odin In The Wizarding World

After leaving the castle following his intensely intimate interview with Rita and running into Irena there after, Edward has much to think about now that his brain is no longer influenced by his hormones. While taking a quick run around the lake with Victor, he remembered that his predecessor had posessed a raven instead of an owl.

Splitting with Victor who has decided to go for another round, Edward decides to visit the Owlery that is located on the top of free standing West Tower. Walking up the tight spiralling staircase, that leads from the bottom of the tower up on to it's seventh floor, he finds Potter a floor above him reading a letter, while sitting next to a one eyed black owl. Using a spell he made up on a fly, Edward is able to listen to the written word on Harrys letter.

''Harry. I couldn't risk sending Hedwig. It was since the world cup and

the ministry's been intercepting more and more owls and she's too easily recognised. We need to talk Harry. Face to face. Meet me in the Griffindore common room at one o clock this Saturday night and make sure you're alone... P.S. The bird bites.''

Seeing Harry get to close to the owl, Edward sees it nip Potter's finger. Taking the boys following painful cry a his cue, Edward walks up the last few steps, 'accidentally' running into the boy.

Seeing his fellow champion lick his wound, he greets him by saying. ''Hello there... Harry right?...'' Seeing the boy simply nod, while hiding his letter and l.i.c.k.i.n.g his still bleeding finger, Edward holds out his hand saying. ''... I am Edward. Hermiones elder half-brother.''

Still nursing his finger Harry tells him. ''Yea, I know ever since the world cup, she speaks non stop about you.''

''Hopefully only good stuff.'' Says Edward half jokingly.

His gaze turning serious, Harry says. ''Good and Bad. Like how you were never defeated in a duell and how your father was a Death Eater... The last one really hurt her.''

''Yes, I know. It isn't my greates achievement to not have told her sooner...'' Confesses Edward, before quickly changing the subject by saying. ''... How was your interview with Rita Seeker anyway?''

''In one word:...'' Says Harry, while warming up a bit to Edward after hearing him regret what he had done Hermione. ''... Disaster. I can swear to you, she just wants to write a defaming artiical about me, even if she has to just make up stuff on her own.''

''You better not swear on it...'' Says Edward, while sowing a mysterious smile. ''... Because she will not write one about you but me, so relax.''

Unable to take what he is hearing seriously, Harry asks in dire disbelief. ''Yea sure... How do you want to have done that?''

''That is a trade secret...'' Says Edward, while rubbing his nose. ''... Where is your red headed friend, Weaselbe?''

''It's Weasly and we are currently not talking to each other...'' Explains Harry, looking sad. Concealing his sadness, the boy looks up at Edward and asks. ''... Whst about you? Were is your entourage?''

''Krum is running around the lake and the Proudmore sisters are otherwise occupied...'' Answers Edward, before opening up himself saying. ''... while I seem to be unable to get rid of old bad habits... Maybe it is already to late for me to change.''

He says that, while already regretting f.u.c.k.i.n.g the reporter despite not only getting a clear head from f.u.c.k.i.n.g her, but also gaining insider informations about the ministry's inner workings. Apparently the Death Eater he had seen at the word cup casting the Mark, was in fact the supposed to be long dead Barty Crouch Junior. Crouch Senior and his now dead wife had apparently advantage of the deathbed visit to beak out their son.

By using Polyjuice Potion they switch Barty Jr and an already dying Mrs Crouch, that allowed Barty Snr to smuggle his son out of Azkaban. According to Rita, Mrs Crouch died shortly afterwards while still posing as her son until the end and because Barty Snr never went to retrieve her body in fear of having the breakout exposed. He later even staged her death and held a quiet, private funeral with an empty grave.

Despite having known all these juicy details Rita confessed to Edward, that she was keeping all that a secret for now, since she promised to do so to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Fudge being one of several lovers she had been keeping up until today but swore to abandon for Edward.

''It is never too late to change...'' Edward suddenly hers Harry say.

Pulled out of his thoughts, he asks the boy. ''What?''

''What I mean to say is, that it is never to late to change one step at a time, as long as one at least tryes.'' Explains Harry a bit embarrassed to say it.

Approving of Harrys wise words, after thinking about them, Edward says, while shrugging his shoulders. ''I guess you can be right about that...'' -Since I will have to limit myself to Sibilla and Irena from now on, I might as well hook you up with my sister. This God of Magic definitely approves of you...-

While trying to follow Harry's advice, a few days go by, in which Edward has to dodge Rita Seeker at every turn and in the blink of an eye it is Saturday evening. Having been f.u.c.k.e.d by him once, the woman had apparently become addicted to his c.o.c.k and now chased after him for her next fix of c.o.c.k.

Wanting to learn more about the guy that send Potter the mysterious letter, Edward, while under the twins invisibility charm, waits in the Griffindor common room for the meeting to take place.

''Sirius?'' Edward hears Harry say, as the boy picks up a newspaper, the headline reading 'Edward Granger. The next Dumbledore or the next Dark Lord?' before starting to read it. Looking over the his shoulder, Edward is able to read the article himself.

'Edward Granger, seventeen, son of a Death Eater and a Muggle is a contradiction in and of himself. This half-blood prince charming has up until now escaped this reporters radar, until recently. If not him joining the prestigious Tri-Wizarding Tournament and getting engaged to the world famous Proudmore Fairys, Sibilla and Irena, this potential Dark Lord might have stayed hidden forever...'

Before Edward is able to finish the artical, Harry is already putting it aside in happy disbelief saying himself. ''I can't believe it. Seeker is only reporting about him, not even once even writing my name... I guess I will have to thank him later...''

That said, Harry just looks into the nearby fireplace, watching the slowly dying out flames dance. Suddenly flames flare up a little and a face appears in the ashes below

Discovering the face himself, Edward hears Harry ask the facw. ''Sirius?! How...''

Not gving the noy anytime to talk, the face interrupt him stating. ''I don't have much time Harry so let me get straight to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the goblet of fire?''

While rolling his own eyes, Edward still continues to listen in.

(Harry) ''No!''

(The face going by the name of Sirius) ''Shh... I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort, but who was the third man in the room?

(Harry) ''I dunno.''

-Deams about Voldemort... Interesting...-

(The face going by the name of Sirius) ''You didn't hear a name?'!

(Harry) ''No. Umm.. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important.''

(Sirius) ''What was that?''

(Harry) ''He wanted... me. I dunno why, but he was gonna use this man to get to me. I mean it was only a dream right?''

-Now we are getting somewhere.-

(Sirius) ''Yes. It's just a dream. Look Harry, the deatheaters at the world cup, your name rising from that goblet these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe any more.

(Harry) ''What are you saying?''

-Yeah... What are you saying? From all what I can tell Hogwards is a magical fortresses.-

(Sirius) ''All I'm saying is the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff, he was a deatheater. Edward Granger, granted your friends big brother but the son of a Death Eater. And no one, no one stops being a deatheater or the son of one. Then there's Barty Crouch, heart of stone, sent his OWN son to Azkaban.''

-Hey! I am not one of the bad guys! This is blatant discrimination! Ask Dumbledore! -

(Harry) ''Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet?''

(Sirius) ''I haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet Harry but whoever did it is no friend to you. People die in this tournament...''

-No joke, genius... It was cancelled before, because people had dyed...-