My Works in the Multiverse (SIAU)

My short time at The Burrow was being productive. The twins, despite being the acknowledged pranksters, were, underneath that facade, excellent potioneers and even better at spells. I wasted no time in seeking help from the duo in these areas.

It was mostly them explaining the nuances of the subjects to me, since Molly, Mrs. Weasley, didn't allow us to use wands, with the excuse of the statute. When in Rome...

Hermione was more than willing to help with the explanation. Although she complicated things more than necessary. Well, since she considered every word of what was written in the book to be important, it makes sense to say complicate...

Ron, as expected, thought that was some kind of evil incarnate. The strong denial, the look of despair and disgust when he saw even Ginny, studying a little for a few hours a day, seemed like I had stolen his Chudley Cannon poster.

But after putting the books down, his self returned to normal, or at least what he considers normal. Although he's been a bit erratic, especially since Hermione and I told him we were dating.

I think he's like this, not because of Hermione, but because he doesn't have one, and he knows that with his subtlety, like that of an elephant walking through a glass shop, friendliness and intelligence, in addition to his charm, it would be difficult to find one.

The amazing thing was during our trip by portkey to the stadium grounds. With my lesser spatial ability, I didn't appear on the other side, like a sack of potatoes being thrown to the ground, but standing, with grace and elegance, still supporting Ginny and Hermione.

Mr. Arthur complimented me on how I had grace and elegance, as well as a generous heart to care about the girls. The twins and Ron looked at me as if I had betrayed them.

I was able to talk a little with Cedric, and he's a nice guy. We decided that we could talk more when Hogwarts started, but hey, at least I can approach him in the future without looking like one of his fans.

The game itself was, well, boring. Only one side was playing. To me, Bulgaria looked like a bunch of ragtag bunch who had been given a broomstick and told to have fun. Krum was the only one who was actually trying to win the thing.

Then came the whole fiasco, with some drunk friends dressed as Death Eaters, levitating non-magical people and blowing things up here and there. I was embarrassed to call myself a British wizard, seeing the inefficiency of the Ministry firsthand.

As if that wasn't enough, that damn Crouch Jr. managed to steal my wand. Sometimes I have the same tendency as old Harry, and make things too easy for my enemies. I need to pay more attention to that.

Then came the whole scene with the old man with the Hitler mustache looking like a drug addict accusing me of something I didn't do. I understand that the evidence pointed to me, but come on, common sense is something to be used, and from the looks of it, the wizarding world has no idea what it is.

The scene where he freed the elf Wink happened, but the ending was a little different...

----

"Wink, right?" I ask, in front of everyone present, approaching the little elf in tears. I kneel in front of her, giving the elf a gentle smile. "Now that you're free, would you like to join my family? I would be more than happy to have a polite and kind elf like you, taking care of me." I say, extending my hand to the little one.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?" Mustache Crouch asks irritably. His wand, slightly pointed in my direction.

"Fixing a mistake of yours." I glare at the man. "Wink is terrified of heights, but she was there, saving her place, even in despair, as a good elf would do for her lord. But here you are, a great man, mistreating a being who only gave you care and affection." I say to the man, with all the disgust and disrespect I felt for him.

"She can't..." he threatens, looking at the elf scared to the core by the old man.

"She can, and she will if she wants. You freed her, your rights over her are gone, your orders no longer need to be respected." I stand up, positioning myself between the old man and the elf. My wand was in my hands, after the inspection they did.

"Are you sure you want to start this fight, boy?" he tries to intimidate me, which almost made me laugh.

"Oh, I think it's you who needs to answer that question. Are you absolutely sure you really want to have this fight? You would have MUCH more to lose than I do, I assure you." I retort, my eyes giving a slight glow, which really scared the man.

"Wink accepts." says the elf behind me, making me turn to the little one to see her eyes looking at me with a kind of sick devotion.

"Thank you for your trust, Wink." I thank her, while I feel a slight heat in my body, while the little elf has a slight body glow. I bend down, speaking in a whisper to the little one. "Find Remus Lupin. He'll find you a job."

She then disappears in a snap, while I stare once more at the Crouch mustache.

"So?" I raise an eyebrow at the man.

"Just swear that my family's secrets will not be questioned by you or anyone else to the elf." He takes a step forward, trying to intimidate me.

"I understand." I say with a smile appearing on my face. "Skeletons in the closet, don't we?" Then I raise my wand. "I Harry James Potter, forbid by my magic that Wink, my family's house elf, answer any questions related to the Crouch house and its secrets. So be it. Lumus." I finish looking at the man.

"Very well, Mr. Potter." He says finally, leaving quickly, being followed by the other Ministry employees.

"Morgana's tits, Harry, that was amazing." Say the twins, with a smile on their face.

"Language," Mr. Weasley says, then looks at me worriedly.