Toby Williams quite enjoyed magic. Prince and Uncle Jareth had taught him tricks and little illusions, and of course the things the inhabitants of the Labyrinth could do, even if it was slamming doors by glaring at them.

But while magic itself was one of his passions, he was steadily growing less and less fond of human magic users.

Hogwarts was huge and massive, and magical in a more obvious way than the Labyrinth, filled with twisting corridors and countless stairs.

Thankfully, Toby, having practice with the Labyrinth, could navigate it with ease, certainly better then his classmates,

Unfortunately, it's halls we're filled with extremely prejudiced wizards, who hated him for no other reason then he had mundane parents.

It was kind of cool meeting the French and Bulgarian wizards though.

One of the French students was definitely not completely human. She had a similar aura that Jareth and Prince did, inhumanly beautiful but in a way you couldn't quite place, with a side of dangerous and cruel.

He liked his classes though, except for Potions, which was taught by Proffessor Snape, a man that Toby was leaning closer and closer to asking his sister to dump in the bog of eternal stench and transfer or at the very least ask for a tutor.

It was only the thought of the Tournament that kept him here.

The headmaster was kind of cool.

Albus Dumbledore looked like a Steryotypical wizard, even if most of his fashion decisions needed to be burned and the ashes dumped in a volcano and the entire volcano frozen over and submerged deeper then the Mariana Trench.

But he had a look in his eye that reminded Toby of the way Jareth had watched a runner the one time Toby had been present for a Run. Like he was the puppet master and the Runner was dancing to his tune, which he was.

And the wishaway.

Toby wanted to cry whenever he thought about that little girl.

Shaking his head from such thoughts, Toby leaned forward in anticipation of the Drawing.

The candles dimmed and the hall darkened ominously as the wooden casket was wheeled out and magicked away, revealing the objective judge within.

The Goblet of fire was a wooden goblet about a foot tall, completely unassuming if not for the ethereal blue flames inside it.

The French and Bulgaraian Headmasters watched Dumbledore walk up to the Goblet, the flames turning green and then red.

"And the Champion for Drumstrang is Viktor Krum."

Toby clapped as Vicktor took his place in a side room.

"And the Champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour."

Much more cheering as the silvery haired girl took her place.

"And the Champion for Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory."

Toby's entire table leapt to their feet as one of their prefects took his place, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw cheering almost as loudly as Hufflepuff.

"Now that the champions have been chosen the first task will be-"

Dumbledore was interrupted as the goblet turned red once again.

This time however, instead of shooting out a slip of paper the goblet began to shake violently, long thin cracks that glowed a bright white running down the sides.

Toby jumped when he felt something pull on his pant leg.

He looked away from the goblet to see a goblin from the Underground grinning at him.

Glancing around, he spotted several others, running and hiding under tables, behind drapes and between other students.

"Oh dear." Toby said.

"Now what have I done to warrant that reaction, dear nephew?"

Toby turned to see his now Uncle sitting next to him, examining a bowl of Bouillabaisse.

"Nothing, uncle, but I fear for Hogwarts."

Prince grinned. "Someone invited me here but it wasn't you. I came to investigate."

"Are you sure you weren't bored?" Toby asked.

Prince's jaw dropped. "Little Toby really is growing up." He whipped a false tear from his eyes.

"Hey, Prince?" Toby asked, pointing at the goblet. "Is that you?"

Prince nodded, his expression changing from playful to serious. "Yes. I accepted the invitation but when I arrived that, what is it?"

"The Goblet of Fire."

"The Goblet of Fire, tried to bind me and so." Prince summoned a crystal and tossed it over the panicking wizards heads, crashing into the goblet with a rather impressive explosion that was quickly contained by the adults.

"Can you invite Sarah and Father here after I reveal myself?" Prince asked, standing up. "It's time for the show.

He vanished and Toby found himself with a goblin on his shoulder, a small one that hid under his uniform collar.

Everything was silent and Toby finally realized Prince had sped the two of them up so they could talk.

Suddenly the windows blew out, shields hastily thrown up by students and teachers alike as every single stained glass masterpiece showered broken glass down on the wizards.

None of the glass came near any 13 year olds or below but they didn't exactly have time to notice that.

A black barn owl flew in through the main window, landing on the podium.

Prince transformed. "Well, well, well. When I heard my name, I certainly didn't think it would be to human magic school." He grinned, just a bit too wide, his teeth a touch too sharp, his eyes a bit too predatory.

Wands were drawn of course, because wizards have literally no other response.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Who am I? Shouldn't you know? I only came because someone here said my name. So you should know it, or at least on of them."

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore said serenely. "It's been a long time, my boy. Come, let us talk. There is much to discuss."