Chapter 9.2- Doom Days

“My wand, Monsieur Potter” I heard her voice come from behind me and turned around, snapped out from the daze that the roaring crowd had lulled me into.

I handed the piece of Rosewood and Veela hair back to her hilt first and she took it with a frown on her face. “That was not appreciated” She continued, speaking in French.

“Stealing the kill that was mine was not appreciated as well” I said in reply.

“And what made it yours? Last I checked, you begged for my aid.”

“Asked, not begged. I captured it, it was mine to kill. And now it is mine to claim” I said, ending the conversation with her there as I walked forward to where some ICW officials were moving to take the Hellhound out of the arena.

“I am sure I do not need to remind you lovely men of the ancient right of Heracles” I said to them. The Right of Heracles. It was a simple thing. He who killed a monster got to keep the spoils. I hadn’t checked the ICW charter having not expected them to be involved in this whole thing the way they were. That was an oversight I would fix soon. I just hoped they were bound by British laws and traditions.

One of the men looked at the other and shrugged. The other seemed to look around before rubbing his forehead and gesturing a man farther away to come closer. They leaned closely together and whispered some words to once another. I tried to listen in but only got the faint sound of of murmurs but could not glean anything useful from it.

“Yours to keep, Mr. Potter. Congratulations” The man that had been called over finally spoke to me when they had finished their whispering session and he and the other men took off. Then I realised that I had to somehow transport this down to the Chamber on my own. Leaving the problem for my future self, I walked over to the medical tent where I was being waved over by Healer D’Artagan.

“C’est Magnifique, Monsieur Potter” He said in greeting and I smiled and shook his outstretched hand.

“You’ve made me quite a killing today” He whispered next as he led me over to Pomphrey. I could spot Krum’s form on one of the beds. Cedric was sitting on another. He was exchanging whispers with a man I recognised as Amos Diggory and I noted the bandaged spots on his form before his eyes lit up and he waved me over.

“I heard you took it down” He said to me in greeting and I nodded.

“Those look serious” I pointed out

“Yeahhhh, lucky for you you never had to face those flames. Shield charm or not, it felt like they were cooking me from within. I’m surprised Krum managed to stay on the field after taking that hit” He said, and I nodded instead of telling him that Krum probably just had a better shield charm than he did.

“Severe Magical Fatigue, Miss Delacour” Pomphrey diagnosed, handing two potions over to the French girl before walking over to me.

“And what’s ailment with you, Mr Potter?”

“Nothing. I didn’t get a scratch” I said