Harry Potter was the graveyard where resurrection of Lord Voldemort just took place. He was given his wand and was asked to fight Voldemort. He was no match for the Dark Lord.

Voldemort spoke "Come out Harry Potter you don't have anyone to hide behind and no mother to sacrifice herself again. Come out and play with me. After I kill you today I will start the second wizarding war against the Light and Mudbloods. Come out and die like a warrior that you are. I know you are not a coward. Many would have gone mad for what you had to face this year at school. My servant was reporting everything to me."

-Flashback-

Harry and his friends were waiting along with the rest of the school for the selection of champions who would compete in the TriWizard Tournament (TWT). Harry had placed a bet of 10 galleons with Weasley twins that Angelina would be selected. Obviously Hermione was against it but Harry went along with it. Harry knew Angelina wouldn't get selected but wanted to help Weasley twin with the money as he knew they lost betting against Ludo Bagman. He knew they wouldn't directly take money from him so he wanted to give them money like this.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision" said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" he indicated the door behind the staff table "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semi-darkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. "Any second" Collin Creevey whispered, two seats away from Harry.

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it, the whole hall gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" yelled Ron from the Gryffindor table as a storm of applause and cheering swept the Hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up toward Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "I knew you had it in you!"

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!" the girl who so resembled a Veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blonde hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. "Disappointed" was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.

When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence so stiff with excitement you could almost taste it. The Hogwarts champion next...

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

"YES." Yelled Justin, Ernie and Zacharias bouncing to their feet, the uproar from their table was immense. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off toward the chamber behind the teachers' table. Even Susan, who only spoke when spoken too, had jumped to her feet cheering loudly. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long that it was some time before Dumbledore could make himself heard again.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real -"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out –

"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry was shocked he was expecting this be a normal year and was thinking to spend it with his friends while enjoying the TWT. His hopes were quashed. The whole great hall had a permeating silence. Harry looked towards his friends to see if they could provide some answers. Ron looked positively murderous and Hermione looked shocked and had a disappointed look on her face. Dumbledore called again "Mr. Potter if you please go the ante-chamber where the champions are gathered."

Harry looked at the teachers who were sitting at the table for any indication that this was a joke. All of them looked at him as if they expected the spawn of James Potter to cause mischief. Harry slowly stood up and swept his gage across the great hall to see if atleast some one believed in him. What he witnessed shook him more. Not a single soul was present who didn't look at him with disdain.

Thus, giving a resigned sigh, the young Potter left the Gryffindor table and headed to the side room where the champions were waiting.

Since the adults didn't seem to hurry too much, Harry entered the room first. The three champions were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur was sitting in the arm-chair, her long silvery hair cascading against her back and her left shoulder. But before the French witch could ask, why he was here, the rest of the officials entered the room.

Dumbledore rushed towards Harry and said "Harry did you enter your name in the goblet?"

Harry who was still in shock spoke "What? NO!"

"Did you ask any seniors to do it for you?"

"NO! Headmaster I didn't enter nor did I ask anyone to do so."

"Harry please accept the truth that you have voluntarily entered the tournament. Why would some-one enter your name without any reason?"

"Headmaster I am saying this again for the last time that I didn't enter the tournament. I just wanted to have a nice year and spend it normally which I couldn't do so for the last 3 years since I entered Hogwarts. Thank You very much for that and the faith you have in me."

"Ladies and Gentlemen" Ludo Bagman said as he placed his hand onto Harry's shoulder. "As extraordinary as it may be, may I introduce the fourth TriWizard champion?" Fleur started to laugh, but seeing that no one else treated this as a joke, she stopped, before looking at the Beauxbaton headmistress.

"Madame Maxime!" She said. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!" Harry shot her an intensive glare: he wasn't 'little'. He wasn't that short either.

"Even if the boy did not enter himself into the tournament, like he says, Hogwarts having two champions is still most unfair. What is the meaning of this?" Maxime said.

"I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore." Karkaroff said, his smile steely and his blue eyes like chips of ice. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions – or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"

"Don't blame the Headmaster for the brat's doing. The brat wants more attention for himself, what else?" Snape sneered. "Couldn't stand for someone else getting some fame, eh Potter?" The Potions master said, instigating Harry to do something stupid, so that he could give him another month of detentions or something like that. The green-eyed wizard just sighed. It looked like without something extreme to prove his innocence no-one would believe him, it looked like not even his friends believed him now.

"Mr. Potter, your name came out of the Goblet of Fire. You will have to compete unless you want to lose you magic." The head of the Department of Magical cooperation said loudly. Harry looked around again to see if anyone would believe him. Cedric looked like a kid whose candy has been stolen. Fleur looked at him like he was an insect. Krum looked at him with cold demeanor. He looked at Dumbledore pleading him to believe him. But Dumbledore gave him a patented 'I am disappointed in you' look.

Everyone left the ante-chamber leaving Harry to his fate. As Harry was slowly going towards the Gryffindor common room he was pulled aside suddenly by Cedric.

"Potter why did you do it? Don't have enough fame? Take this glory hog." Saying this Cedric punched him in the stomach and as Harry fell on to his knees unable to take the pain, Cedric took out his wand and sent a blasting hex into his chest. Harry was sent flying to the wall behind him, where he slid onto the ground and lay there for some time. He stood up shakily and coughed blood. He was sure he might have some internal bruising and fractured ribs. Had Harry not been in shock due to the previous events he would have retaliated in some form but alas he was so distracted he couldn't bring himself to think about the vengeance against Cedric.

Harry slowly made his way through the corridors to reach the Gryffindor common room. He gave the password and went inside. Inside the common room every Gryffindor was assembled and looking at him coldly. Then Ron spoke

"You couldn't have atleast told your best friend about how to enter could you? You wanted more fame to boost up your already inflated ego."

"I told the judges and I am telling this again I did not enter the tournament myself nor did I ask any seniors to do it for me. I would appreciate it if you would drop this matter. I am tired and don't need this right now."

Fred and George came from either side of him and said "Come on Harry, you can tell us how you entered the tournament."

The arguments between him and his house-mates continued so on but no one believing in him. Harry went to his bed dejected, hoping and praying to higher powers to grant him courage to face the school and continue studying without breaking down, as no one had believed him and as optimist as he was he believed this year was going to be much more difficult compared to his second year where everyone thought him to be the heir of Slytherin. Atleast he had his friends with him then now no one stood with him. He was alone.

The days following the selection of the champions were very difficult to Harry. The twins have relentlessly pranked him. The sprayed his clothes with doxy venom which caused irritation to his skin and when he went to Madam Pomfrey she didn't provide medication for 1 hour even though no one was present in the infirmary, she treated him only because he became unconscious due to the poisoning. Also one time they stunned him while he was sleeping and when he woke up, he found himself naked with only his underwear and hanging of the Astronomy tower. Luckily he had his wand with him and with much difficulty he got of the tower without killing himself. Next day he found that while he was unconscious Conlin Creevey had taken photographs of him and distributed the printed copies of them to all the students, home and guests, they were even struck to the notice boards.

He couldn't walk to the classes without getting hexed. The teachers turned blind eye to the events. Harry had to learn lot of healing spells and charms to heal his wounds without going to Pomfrey. Teachers were also giving him cold shoulder he was made to sit back of the class. They did not collect his homework or asked him any questions. They ignored him completely. The students repetitively told him should he accept that he entered the tournament willingly he would stop their attacks against him. He had no intention of doing this.

What saddened Harry the most was the responses by his friends. Ron made his duty to humiliate him whenever they crossed paths. Hermione didn't even listen to him and called him an attention seeking lair. Ginny too followed the footsteps of her brother and Hermione. She told him she had a crush on the Hero but he was nothing but an attention seeking bastard. Ron pushed him of the stairs once and Harry had a broken arm and shoulder. Pomfrey refused to treat him saying that he regularly got hurt and some pain would make him think before jumping into situations like this.

Harry knew he had suffered enough, consequences be damned he would try to leave the wizarding world but he had to check his assets at Gringotts. He knew after taking his OWLs he would leave the wizarding world for good. On his first Hogsmeade weekend he wanted to go to Gringotts secretly.

Hello readers, I wanted to write this type of story for long time. My inspiration to write this story is JackPotr and his stories are exceptionally good. In this story it will be the whole wizarding world vs Harry for time being, when they will learn about their mistakes.