"Harry James Potter, you are our lord. "

Now most of you might be wondering, why the fucking hell am I in this predicament? You see, I have friend who is a genie. That friend is now dead and he gave his powers to me. I can do anything I want. The sad thing is he gave it to a fourteeen year old hormonal boy. Yep, that's how my life not only got awesome, it got fucked up. Genies have to give wishes. However, they can only give wishes to those that know. So, I have to keep my secret real locked up and tight. Or else, I am going to be in a shit load of trouble. Now lets go the beginning or shall I say the ending of Harry Potter and the goblet of Fire. And I will commenting on everything in bold. Think of it like, the "Emperor's New Groove." Except I don't get turned into a lama.

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I stared at Cedric's blood covered face. The blood was mine, my arm was cut deeply by Peter Pettigrew. A hidden deatheater. Cedric's mouth was wide open, as if in shock. There was a strange slivery mist coming out of his mouth. It seemed as though reality stopped for one single moment.

That is until I was suddenly thrusted back into it again.

"Harry Potter, what a pleasure it is to see you again." the slippery voice of Voldemort said

I felt anger I had never really exprienced before. How dare he, he killed an innocent person!

" Oh, I just love the look on your face right now. Did I burst your little bubble full of happiness and joy?" he taunted.

I wished he would pay for all the crimes he committed. For all the pain he caused others. A vived image flashed my mind of him being stung by a hundred thousand wasp. The wasp were sheilded so only I could control whom they attacked and killed. Just one of them was able to kill an entire herd of elephants.

The image was gone and it seemed only a second had passed by when suddenly these purple wasp had come out of nowhere. Their stingers were around six centimeters long. And they were the size of my fist. I heard the screeching of Voldemort as he pulled out his wand and shouted the killing curse. The deatheaters started helping. It was just a massacre for both wasp and man. I ordered the wasp(From my mind) to attack all those with a white mask and no nose.

Green was flashing everywhere. I saw at least ten deatheaters fall down, that wasn't much out of the hundreds of them, but it was something within the five seconds of it happening.

I heard a loud pop, like a loud bubblegum pop. It had come from the direction of Voldemort. I turned back for one second to find that Voldemort had apparated. All the deatheaters seemed to have forgotten me as most were swatting at their heads or were shooting spells at the wasp.

Finally, the smarter ones realized that they could apparate and did so. However, out of the couple hundred that were there, only sixty apparated. Around one hundred were possibly dead as they were lying on the ground motionless.

It was incredible. My mind came back with its logic and I looked at Cedric's dead body and wished he was only knocked out. It seemed to work as Cedric's pale face returned to its normal pink within a minute. I grabbed ahold of his body and touched the cup.

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The crowd went wild as the saw my face, but the older people soon realized that something was wrong. For one thing, Cedric was knocked out and another thing was both of us looked as though we just got back from war.

"Harry, what happend!"

I turned and saw Dumbledore with a worried look on his face. However, before Harry could say anything he fainted and dropped Cedric on the ground in doing so.

When I awoke, all I saw was white which meant I was in the hospital wing. My head was pounding faster and harder than a maniac on a drum. I groaned and heard Madam Pompfrey exclaim about how I was awake and that she would get Dumbledore.

Once my eyes settled with the light. I saw that I had around a couple hundred presents. It didn't surprise me. Unlike at Christmas, students could drop this off by hand. I reached for the one wrapped in red and gold. It must be from Ron. He should have dropped this silliness by now. But no, the person who had sent it was Hermione, with an added Ron. So obviously, the stupid idiot was raging over my fame.

I opened up the gift and found that Hermione had gotten me a book on Hogwarts History. Damn it! I wish Hermione would get me better gifts.

"Oh My goodness! Harry you're awake, you've been sleeping for two weeks."

Hermione's familiar and comforting voice echoed throughout the wing. I saw her bushy brown hair before I saw her face. I felt the smile come up onto my face and her mouth did the same.

"Hermione, you don't realize how wonderful it is to see you!" I tried to say postively, but it was hard, I could have died in the graveyard.

"Oh, Harry! We all heard what happened from Cedric! You don't need to be ashamed."

What the fuck was she talking about. I killed a lot of deatheaters. I am not ashamed. I voiced my thoughts to her and she looked at me funny.

"Harry there is no to need to be prideful. We know you were just trying to protect Cedric from dying. But he obviously didn't need your help, you did a lot more harm than good. You even knocked him out with a spell. "

Okay, something was wrong. This was not my Hermione. My Hermione was not dumb or stupid like this.

"What is wrong with you, Hermione?" I spoke

"What are you talking about!" Hermione laughed at me as if I were stupid. This was a dream and now I am waking up.

The light was bright. It burned my eyes once again. I looked around the white hospital room, I saw Cedric laying on another bed, sleeping.

"Oh good, you're awake."

It wasn't Hermione, but this time it was Ron. I tried speaking, but found that I could not. Ron looked at sadly. He looked down at his feet and started speaking again.

" I am sorry, I was jealous. I never wanted it to end this way. I should have helped you and this wouldn't have happened. "

Tears started to roll down his face. Once again I tried to speak, but somehow I couldn't.

"Harry, the reason why you are struggling is because you-you are a mute now."

My eyes probably looked like they were watching a horror game. They were up in the heavens called my eyebrows. Ho-how would I do magic?

Ron seemed to know what was going on through my mind.

"You won't be able to go to hogwarts. You probably won't ever be able to come to the wizarding world again."

No...No...this couldn't be happening! I can't go to the Dursleys,I can't! Tears poured from my eyes. Ron tried to calm me down by saying something entirely stupid.

"At least you can be with your relatives, Dumbledore said that they apologize for how they treated you."

I screamed, well attempted to. What Ron didn't expect was the vase of flowers next to him to explode. The windows soon came after. Beds were lifting upwards and flying against the walls. Wood went everywhere.