Discliamer: I do not own harry potter… isn't it obvious, I do not suck at romance… cough

AN: okay something that has bothering me for a long while, people on this site do not understand the rating on this site, do they think just cause it says M means it is 15+ plus like the movies? Then why the hell is there K, K+ and T? huh… HUH? They have nothing to do with it….. as far as I can see it is like this

K - G

K+ - PG

T - M

M - MA

What is with all the people putting it in M just cause someone cops a feel? I mean come on now a days you see more in PG films, disgraceful.

Alright that's my bitch over, so now u can understand that I do not take the M rating on this site lightly, just a friendly warning for you, will be pretty graphic in here.

i probably should have read through it but... hey i cant be fucked :P please someone be my beta i will give u luvin longtime

Chapter One: The Choosing

Harry woke with his usual waking groan that pitiful sound like that of a wounded animal being left to wallow in its own pain, and rolled on to his back to get out of the small cool damp drool spot on the side of his face. Opening his brilliant green emerald eyes he luxuriated in the feel of the warm comfortable quilt that covered his body from the chest down.

Exaggerating a yawn, Harry stretched His Arms above his head and milked the yawn for all it was worth, changing the pitch several times, as well as the volume. Completing his yawn he lets his arms flop back down to be responded to similar nature of groans as the boys around him woke, Harry chuckled at the imaginary pain and was meet with the sounds of a small whimper from the boy in the bed next to Harry.

Jumping out of bed, all thoughts and feeling of tiredness left Harry's body as he picked up his pillow and with a faint, and playful sound of lifting a heavy and strenuous object, swung it in a large arc over his head to land with a 'Thwump' on the sleeping boy's head.

"Com'on Ron their picking the Champions today, you don't want to piss the do you?" Harry ended his question to the boy in bed with another 'thwump' from the pillow. A small grumble came from the boy in bed. With a large grin on his face, he looked around the room to see another boy sitting up in bed watching the scene with a wistful interest. "What was that Ron?" again he punctuated his question with another hit of the pillow followed by a snort from the boy sitting up in his bed.

"I said bugger off you bastard" the not so sleepy boy, Ron growled out from his prone position on the bed. Ron's red-haired head flopped down back onto the pillow and pulled the covers over it with gangly looking arms.

Harry sensing an opportunity for mischief, quickly pushed Ron with all the strength that he could and he could what was going to happen. There was a loud shriek, and Ron still wrapped in his quilt rolled, and rolled and till he fell off the bed completely rolled up in his quilt, the boy that was sitting on his bed, Seamus, a rosy cheeked boy who still had traces of baby fat of his face, but seemed lean and athletic despite that, quickly jumped up and continued to roll Ron around the room despite his enraged yells which soon descended into laughter along with the other boys in the room, Dean and Neville.

Dean had a similar build to Seamus a lean and slightly muscular build with just a tad of little bit of baby fat still on his face, and his dark, exotic complexion. Neville was taller than the other boys and only being shorter than Ron, Dean and Seamus around the same height and Harry being the shortest.

Harry sensing that there could be trouble with Ron's Temper quickly left the room with fresh clothes and a towel before Ron could extricate himself from his quilt. Leisurely walking to the male bathroom, Harry noticed that a lot of the older students, the ones of age and able to insert the names into the Goblet of fire, who most likely did, were milling around rather nervously and some looked some-what regretful that they entered at all.

Harry being in a good mood today knowing that someone other than himself would be putting themselves into a dangerous position and not himself, smiled widely at the older males and stage whispered under his breath "Wusses" knowing that questioning a Gryffindor's courage was a could way to get them riled up. Low and behold all of their backs stiffened and they looked at each other and saw that they were indeed milling around the bathroom for a lot of time doing nothing but pacing nervously. Some had the grace to blush before stomping out of the bathroom intent on just waiting out the day to see what comes.

Walking to one of the empty cubicles Harry pealed of his deceptively oversized robes, in the sense that they looked baggy not overlarge, and looked in the mirror. Looking more closely he could see that there was a big difference than at the beginning of the year. His body then was all skin, bone and tough sinew and in no way appealing, to himself or other people, it just did not look healthy.

But now almost two months into the year he was looking like a model athlete, well almost. Before when his chest and abdomen were shapeless, he now had a broad and powerful looking chest, and a flat hard looking stomach, nowhere near a six pack but with the muscles defined enough that there was a cleft running through the middle, and when tensed at the right angle he could see the starting of a nice pack of abs. his arms once skinny and very limp, now had defined biceps, in no threat of making his arms look over worked but in no way weak, and strong hard forearms. His thighs had a light splatter of hair, which looked very much like curly wire, and was a bit patchy which irked Harry some. His legs just like his arms and the tell-tale signs of hard worked muscles, but not in the way that they looked like short and stubby just to the sheer size of the muscles, and his calves too had hard muscles underneath. His hands Harry and always been proud of, long fingers and looked graceful but held a lot of strength and a large palm. When fisted they looked like they had years of bare-knuckle boxing experience, judging by the calloused knuckles and fingers, and this was somewhat true but it was also his self conditioning from Quidditch training, developing his reflexes and strength in his hands to grip his broom surely and steadfast whilst chasing after the elusive Snitch. His face unlike the rest of his dorm mates had no traces of baby fat, and had a strong, yet sharp look to most of his features. Looking into his own eyes from the mirror, he saw the startling bright emerald eyes staring into his own, seeing that strange flicker in his eyes that he had only developed not to long ago.

He smiled a thin smile as he eyes flicked towards his forehead catching the sight of a crimson red scar the shape of a bolt of lighting above his right eyebrow, the scar that marked him as the Boy-who-lived. But he was happy over all because he had a new body that he was proud to stare at vainly in the mirror, because for once he knew he was attractive for more than just a scar. And he had all of that thanks to Snape.

He thought it was quite hilarious that Snape had actually taught something useful in his class for once, Professor Snape for the first lesson he had this year taught the class how to brew nutrient potions and a mild strengthening potion which had no side effects to prolonged use unlike most others. It was a combination used to treat prisoners of war once they were recaptured.

Harry putting this knowledge to good use started brewing these potions in excess that same night so he could start on a program to get himself healthy and fit for the first time in his life. Living with his blood relatives was almost like living as a P.O.W and his body before reflected that perfectly, being able to see every rib in his body, a sunken abdomen, chicken legs. But now after two months of taking these two potions, twice daily he was looking fitter and healthier than the majority of his house mates.

He knew he should stop taking the potion after another couple of weeks, at least the strengthening potion at least, the nutrient he could take once daily t keep the vital vitamins and minerals in his body. But when he started off the potions he would have to start to work out to keep his muscles, which would be fine he would just of to do a series of exercises every morning that would take only about half hour and his muscles would maintain themselves. These would of course include push-ups, sit-ups, squats, pull-ups, jumping jacks, crunches, and running. He would spend about fifteen minutes doing a run, then the next doing the variety of muscles exercises and this stress on his muscles every morning will stop them from degrading.

Taking off his round glasses now, he sighed as his image suddenly came impossible to see. That was one thing that greatly annoyed Harry to this day his eye sight. Not to long after he started taking his potions to get fitter he started thinking of other ways that magic could help improve him, his physical self most importantly. But he just could not find a safe and decent way to improve his eye sight. There were some rituals where you removed the eyes from another person to use to get better eyesight, cutting out your own then making a potion blind with your own eyes as ingredients then putting them back in your head. And these were some of the safest methods.

After almost two months of searching and he had nothing at all and it pissed him off, he even contemplated going to Madame Pomfrey, but decided if he could find anything after two months the wizard world did not likely have anything to correct his eyesight.

Stepping into the Shower now he felt the hot water stream down his back removing the top layer of old sweat from his sleep. Pulling out a bar of soap he lathered himself up out of the spray of water until his whole body was covered in white suds of soap. Stepping back into the water he let it wash away the grim and soap, then just stood there relaxing under the heated spray. Running his hands through his hair, he gave it a quick scrub before decided that it didn't really need cleaning at the moment so he let it be.

When the magical timer set on every shower turned off, Harry leisurely pulled the towel off of the rack and then shook his head vigorously causing a lot of water to fly out of his hair and splatter on the sides of the cubicle. With his hair losing a lot of water he ran the towel through it to dry it a bit more thoroughly before drying the rest of his body off.

Walking a couple of steps out of the shower and into the dry zone of the cubicle he grabbed his clothes to put on, a pair of tight black boxers, black slacks with a leather belt with a silver buckle already threaded into the pants, and a white button-down shirt with rolled up sleeves that would leave his forearms bare. His pants looked proper fitted but his shirt looked a little too big. Grabbing up his towel and his sleep ware he head back to his dorm whilst rubbing the towel through his head once more.

Walking in Harry saw both Seamus and Dean dressing in almost identical clothes to Harry, and talking excitingly about the feast for the coming night. Looking around the room he could see that Neville was just getting up and still looked half asleep, Ron on the other hand was still asleep. Throwing his stuff on his bed he picked up a clean pair of socks and put them on, grabbing a loosened tie from the top of his truck he pulled it over his head and put it into place. Fully dressed now, he got a devious smirk on his face and waited until Dean and Seamus were almost level with Ron's bed before rolling Ron out of bed yet again.

"Bloody hell you bastards!" Ron yelled once he hit the floor

As predicted both Seamus an Dean stoped level with Harry which was on the other side of Ron's bed, the side he would have been pushed from, and Harry jumped behind both of them before saying.

"Why did you do that Seamus?" Seamus turned around with his mouth agape and reply with an eloquent

"What!" and his reply from Harry was just a large grin before he run out of the room grabbing his pre-packed bag form the night before and a pair of robes. As Harry descended the stairs into the common room he could here some yelling coming from the room he just left and laughed.

Once reaching the bottom of the stairs he spied a few people sitting around, and a lot more leaving the common room, presumably headed for breakfast. Lobbing his bag across the room it landed on a table that a bushy-haired girl was working at before sliding off and hitting the floor. A shrill squeak came from the girl and then a louder yell as Harry jumped over the couch and landing in a sitting position next to the girl.

"Morning 'Mione" Harry said with a bright smile to the girl nest to him. With a hand to her chest and a loud sigh Hermione looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow before replying

"Your awfully chipper this morning Harry, and stop butchering my name, its perfectly easy to say Hermione instead of 'Mione" crossing her arms about her chest she leaned back into the couch, and cocked her head to the side still with an eyebrow raised.

"Well for once other people are going to be in the spotlight this year and not me, it will be good to just relax this year without having anything to worry about" Harry said with a grin before reaching out with a finger and placed it just above Hermione's raised eyebrow and pulled it down so it was level with the other one.

Hermione gave a snort to his comment and then a giggle when he pushed her raised eyebrow down. "Well of course you relieved you're not the one going into a life threatening position this year, surprisingly." Hermione ended this with another snort, "Come on lets go to breakfast Ron can meet us there." Before Harry could even reply she sat up and started moving to the portrait hole, putting on his outer robes, he picked up his bag from the floor before running to catch up with Hermione.

They had not been eating for more than five minutes before Ron showed up with a messy head of hair, a dirty shirt on, a loose tie and his robes on inside out. As he walked past Harry to his seat he gave him a mighty whack to the back of the head and muttering 'Bastard' under his breath before sitting down and passing food into his stomach by-passing the whole chewing process.

Harry undeterred by the smack said in a louder than necessary voice with a cheery tone, "Gooood morning to you too Ron!" and like Ron did to Harry, smacked him on the back of the head before turning back to his conversation with Hermione, who just clucked her tongue at the boys antics.

After breakfast the two boys and one girl headed off to their classes for the day, where there was a grumpier than normal Ron, and a Happier than usual Harry. Despite that nothing interesting happened for the rest of the day except during lunch time when a boy from Hufflepuff, old enough to enter the tournaments by the looks of things, stood indecisively near the Goblet of Fire fidgeting with a piece of paper.

Harry with his excess energy for the day pushed him towards the Goblet and gave him a big smile when he looked over his shoulder. Seeing that the boy stood straighter and walked calmly with strong strides towards the goblet and slipped in the piece of paper. Turning around he walked into the great hall for lunch with a large smile on his face.

Harry following him into the great hall went to the Gryffindor, giving a sneer to the Slytherins before sitting next to Hermione and Ron. His lunch like his morning classes were nothing but the norm, but with an excited undertone pending the selections of the Champions that night. Harry also tried his first piece of black pudding always being to narrow minded till now to try it, and found it quite agreeable. But everything else was exactly how it was every other day, Slytherins sneering at the rest of the students, Ravenclaws discussing there latest classes and various books, Hufflepuffs were a mix some working with others helping over their shoulders and generally helping out their friends, and Gryffindors boldly boasting about past exploits and what they plan to do for the coming weekend. The foreign students from Drumstrang, and Beauxbatons had isolated themselves from the other students and were talking quietly amongst themselves. Teachers watching over it all, some with a fond smile, a strict look when something seemed a little out of hand, and one with a sneer.

The afternoon classes were again nothing but the norm, but with everyone just a little on edge about the coming night, some of the teachers as well. Because of the coming feast the classes ended early for the day and a note to do some work before getting caught up in the excitement of the night, which was thoroughly ignored.

When dinner came instead of the loud talking and yelling there was instead a steady stream of whispers throughout the hall with almost everyone looking towards the large Goblet of fire at the front of the hall. The goblet was such a sceptical that it took away from the decoration in the hall. Jak'o'lanterns, bats, giant cobwebs, everything that a Halloween could need, that was one thing that Harry never understood about wizards celebrating all Hallows eve, he understood the magical significance, it was stronger on this one day. Why they celebrated it this way, the muggle way where they depict witches as children eating hags with long crocked noses and warts everywhere he would never understand. He guessed it was just one of those things about wizards that he would never understand.

(AN: i know i hate it when these bastards put these in the middle of a story but i am just saying that i will be taking this next bit right out of the book so if u were wondering why it suddenly changed styles from good to crap... in my opinion :P thats why)

The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was the second feast in two days, Harry didn't seem to fancy the extravagantly prepared food as much as he would normally have done. Like everyone else in the Hall, the judging by the constantly craning necks, the impatient expressions on every face, the fidgeting and the standing up to see whether Dumbledore had finished eating yet, Harry simply wanted the plates to clear, and to hear who had been selected champions.

At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the Hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.

"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 all 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. Everyone watched, waiting... a few people kept checking their watches...

"Any second," Less Jordan whispered, two seats away from Harry.

The flames inside the Goblet turned suddenly red again. Sparks begun 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 room 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 Drumstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

"No surprises there!" yelled Ron, as a storm of applause and cheering swept the hall. Harry saw Viktor Krum rise from the Slytherin table, and slouch up towards 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. "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 piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," Said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron!" Harry shouted, as the girl who so resembled a Veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blond hair and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh, look, they're all disappointed," Hermione said over the noise, nodding towards 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!"

"No!" said Ron loudly, but nobody heard him except Harry; the uproar from the next table was too great. 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 towards the chamber behind the teachers' table. Indeed, the applause for Cedric went on so long 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 Drumstrang, 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 had 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 them Dumbledore cleared his throat, and read out –

"Harry Potter"

FUCKEN HORAY, that will be chapter one finished... i don't know about you but i think jk has an abnormal fixation on comma's i mean common you do not need that many comma, everytime u see one u take a small mental pause and its like driving along a long straight roard and getting every single red light, u speed up the you stop, but with this u don't even speed up. After about the fourth one, in the first sentence, you just like hurry the FUCK up!

As to that i am having a poll, please place it in a review you don't even have to review, if u agree with me say "Aye" and if u disagree say "Nay" in your review and i shall put the result up next chapter.

Cheery'o see u next time

The Willing Pen

P.S if u haven't realised yet i am going to bitch about something every chapter or so... even if it is about my small dark and ugly, green, slimy, inverted man-gina/penis :O SHOCKING 'old greg!'