Chapter 1
Harry and Hermione were sitting in the library, doing their homework. Their third friend Ronald Weasley was missing, as he expressed no desire whatsoever to even go to the library to prepare his homework. After completing the majority of his work with only Potions essay left, Harry looked at his friend.
"You know Hermione, after everything that happened to us in the past three years at Hogwarts I just know that someone will enter my name in the goblet" The boy told his friend and the girl looked deeply at him. She thought about what Harry said and that made some sense to her.
"Do you think we should tell Professor Dumbledore?"
"Nah, I think he already suspects. However, I think that it would be best to prank the whole school to show them just how incompetent the Ministry is in setting on just who could enter the tournament." The boy smiled and told Hermione something in her ear, which made her laugh a bit.
"But Harry, don't you think it would be wrong to do? Plus you cannot even enter your name, how could you enter someone else's there?" the girl asked as she was a bit skeptical with the idea.
"I can ask Remus. He could help me with this prank as he is a Marauder even if he does not want to acknowledge it anymore." The two friends smiled at each other as they planned their prank.
"Hermione, I am curious, why are you going along with the prank? I thought that you do not like pranks?"
"I do Harry but not all. I think this prank will help you accomplish other things as well." The two giggled a bit as Harry was surprised that Hermione actually giggled and then the two proceeded to finish their homework.
As they finished their homework, the two friends decided to take a walk. The couple walked towards Hermione's favorite place near the lake and they sat next to the water, looking down at the lake. "I think we need to start practicing different spells you could use to help yourself in the tournament. I read about it and in the past there were three tasks, one based on air or fire, one on water and the last based on earth," concluded Hermione
"Hermione, that means that the second one has to be in the lake!" exclaimed Harry as looked at his friend.
As the two began practicing different spells, they saw that a large black dog jumped at them and licked their faces. Harry was amused on seeing him in Hogwarts.
"Hello Padfoot" the boy played with his Godfather before he turned into his human form.
"Hello Harry" Sirius looked at Harry
"What are you doing here, you can get caught" replied Harry nervously
"I returned here to protect you as some Dumbledore feels that you will be entered in the tournament and I volunteered to be your bodyguard in dog form." Sirius transferred to his dog form again and ran in the forest.
"Do you think our plan will work?" asked Hermione who was still skeptical of the plan.
"Absolutely, we just have to prepare for it" the boy smiled.
On the selection day, the three schools waited in the Great Hall for the final selection to take place. The first name that exited the goblet belonged to a Durmstrang student.
"The Champion of Durmstrang is Viktor Krum," announced Dumbledore. The boy stood up and saw that many girls as well as boys applauded him. He walked proudly to the Headmaster and then proceeded to the Champion's chamber.
"The next Champion is Fleur Delacour from Beubatonix," announced Headmaster as the part veela girl walked in the same direction as Krum went and as she passed the Gryffindor table, Harry and Hermione noticed that their best friend began drooling over the girl with saliva exiting his mouth.
"That was rather disgusting," exclaimed Hermione as she pointed to Ron's susceptibility to veela allure."
"Hermione, most boys are actually doing that," he pointed. It seemed that all single men were drooling over Fleur; however Ronald Weasley's reaction was worst as he could not control himself and ran towards the girl and hugged her, only to receive a punch in the eye and then in the groin; he was almost immediately being dragged to Gryffindor table by his brothers and Ginny.
"Why were you resistant to her charm?" asked Hermione although she suspected his answer.
"I think it is because I already like the prettiest girl in the school and Fleur is not even close to being second." Harry said while blushing. The pair then looked around and saw that among Slytherins Draco Malfoy was really trying to jump towards the part veela, only to be held by Pansy Parkinson.
"The last champion is from Hogwarts, who is Cedric Diggory," announced Dumbledore as the boy stood up and walked towards the Champions' quarters. The students had a mixed reaction to this selection. The Slytherins were unhappy that a snake was not selected but at least they reasoned that it was not a Gryffindor either. The Gryffindor house thought the same and the Hufflepuff house was cheering with Ravenclaw simply clapping as very few of them even considered entering into the tournament.
"Now that everybody has been selected" before Dumbledore could say anything else, a forth paper flew away and after catching it the Headmaster was not pleased but not very surprised either. "Harry Potter. Mr. Potter, you are the forth Champion, please come forward". The reaction to this selection was strong as everybody except Gryffindors were complaining and shouting but the Gryffindor house was happy and almost everybody cheered.
Harry wanted to make one thing clear and as he stood up, he pointed his wand at himself. "I, Harry Potter swear on my life and magic that I did not put my name in the goblet, nor did I ask anybody else to do it" Seeing that Harry was alright, the crowd quieted down.
"However, before I will go to the Champion's chamber, I wish to point out just how bad your system is of making someone enter. That is why with help I entered someone else's name in the goblet."
Before any reaction could be produced, Dumbledore saw the fifth paper exiting the goblet and after he saw just whose name was written there he paled. "Tom Marvollo Riddle aka Dark Lord Voldemort, aka You Know Who, aka Moldyshorts, aka You Know Poo" he read, with last name making him chuckle a bit. The student body did not understand what happened at first, but then they saw just whom the binding magic of the goblet into the Great Hall pulled. Next to Dumbledore stood Peter Pettegrew with a very ugly baby in his hands that had Voldemort's face. Babymort had arrived at Hogwarts.
A/N: I decided to write a relatively short story compared to my other HP stories. This story is not really meant to be taken seriously. It will be taking place in Year 4.