The years had not been kind. No, how they had not to a 22 year old Harry Potter. Sure, there had ben moments of bliss but those were few and far in between from the violent whirlpool that he calls a life. First were the horrible years under the stairs at the Dursleys, then the Hogwarts years and the yearly struggles that took place. Sure, many amazing memory's came from within the walls of the ancient, majestic castle, in fact the majority of them came from there, which were never forgotten, but also many hardships took root from there. The stone, Quirrel, the dirty rat, that thrice damned tournament, Dumbledores death as planned as it was, the final battle of Hogwarts and all the little quarrels that come with a school full of lightly supervised, hormonal teenagers.

But the clouds have a silver lining, even for Harry Potter. After a successful year as an Auror, not including the 3 years of mandatory training, Harry was approached by the Unspeakables to join the Department of Mysteries. After Sirius fell though the veil Harry always had wanted to learn more about it, just in case there was a way to bring him back. As hopeless as it may seem, hope is one thing Harry is not lacking in. Although he wouldn't be working directly with the veil simply being in the department would give him more access to information on it.

Harry once again found himself in an all too familiar circular room with many doors. "Now to find my office" Harry muttered to himself. Picking a door at random, not being keyed into the magical revolving door yet as this would happen at his meeting with the director later in the day, he walked in. As the door closed behind him with a click he took a look around. He saw oddments of all kind on the various desks and shelves. A cabinet full of time turners at the very end of the room caught his attention and he recognized where he was. The room of time. The bird with the rotating age was still in its jar, just as it was 7 years prior, still ever changing. Sitting on a deck was 3 glowing vials that caught his attention. Walking to them slowly, still taking in his surroundings he picked one up. It was a glowing purple-ish color with little flecks of gold swirling around in it. It was an incredible sight. Setting the vial down Harry walked over to a bin sitting next to the desk that was full of sand. Grabbing the scoop that was in the bin, Harry scooped some of the sand out to look closer at it. Examining it for a second he realized exactly what it was. It was time turner sand. He could almost feel the magical energy coming from it.

As he was slowly letting the sand slide from the scoop back into the bin he heard a loud chirp from behind him. Stumbling back in shock he flailed his arms, momentarily forgetting he was holding a still mostly full scoop of time sand, which was flung into the 3 vials which instantly shattered. Giving the bird a glare, Harry turned around to the mess he made and he walked over to the wreckage on the desk. "Sodding bird. I've defeated dark wizards for 10 years and I still jump at a little bird," Harry cursed to himself. "If only Moody could see me now."

Pulling out his wand to vanish the mess and hoping it wouldn't be noticed he walked a little closer to the desk before he suddenly stopped. The whatever was in the vials and the sand started to have a reaction. The purple, green and orange liquids were running down the desk and into the sand and a glowing mist was starting to resonate around the immediate area. Panic starting to take over he quickly swished his wand and shouted "EVANESCO" hoping to vanish the concoction. This however was in vain as the vanishing charm had no affect. The mist was growing to fill the room and taking a golden, shimmering hue and Harry tried to vanish it again to no avail. "Bloody hell!" Harry shouted in full panic mode now as he was running out of ideas and knew his screw up would be found out soon. The mist was coming towards him now and Harry was thoroughly scared. He tried to hold his breath in to not inhale any of the unknown mist. After a minute of this he could feel himself getting light headed. Taking a breath he could feel the mist going into his system with a slight burn. The burning sensation increased as he breathed. The fire in his lungs was too much for him to take and he let out a cry of pain as the dizziness kicked into overdrive. Starting to stumble Harry moved to sit on the desk, and barely making it the meter distance he attempted to lean against it but instead slid the length down the desk onto the floor. Suddenly having a feeling like he was under water, Harry, losing the battle of consciousness' eyes flickered for a second as blackness took him.

"HARRY POTTER?" Yelled a voice from somewhere. "HARRY POTTER!"

Great I really buggered up this time, Harry thought, eyes still closed. Starting to come around he heard a voice he heard a voice he would recognize anywhere. "Harry what are you doing, whats going on are you sleeping during this?!" said a startled and questioning Hermione.

Snapping his eyes open immediately he could feel every set of eyes in the great hall on him. GREAT HALL! Wait a minute, whats going on? Last thing he knew he was in the room of time in the department and now he's a Hogwarts. Immediately looking to the head table he saw a sight he would remember forever. There was a chest in the middle of the room with a goblet on it engulfed in flames. "Oh sod it all!" exclaimed Harry loudly staring at a dead man who was very much alive, although looking quite shocked and a little angry at the same time.

"Harry could you come here please," stated a now calm Dumbledore. Harry slowly and got up and started walking towards Dumbledore with a racing mind. What the hell happened? How could he be here right now? Is he dreaming? Could this all possibly be real? Is he really 14 again? And does he really have to do all of that shit again? "Harry come with me please," stated Dumbledore. Apparently Harry was already to the goblet. "Please go through that door over there Harry and I will be there shortly." Harry obliged and walked into the familiar room.

"Hey Harry whats going on? Did Dumbledore send you in here for some reason?" Spoke another person that Harry thought was dead. "You ok Harry?" Cedric said with a look of concern.

Before Harry could respond a commotion came from the door and in walked 6 people apparently arguing. "Non Dumbley-dore 'Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions," said a rather heated Madame Maxime.

Seeing Harry standing in shock, although not for the reason that was expected Dumbledore suspected, he walked up to Harry and calmly asked "Harry, did you put your name in the goblet of fire?"

"No," said Harry still deep in thought.

"Did you have an older student put your name in the goblet?" again asked Dumbledore.

"Look sir, you of all people should know I wouldn't want anything to do with this. Do I have to swear an oath that I didn't or something because I most definitely will. And in fact I want nothing to do with this," Harry stated starting to come out of the shock of his apparent time travel.

"It's a magically binding contract Potter, once your names out you're in," said Moody hobbling over to the pair. Once he got to them he took a drink out of his flask.

"But this cannot be! There can not be two champions for Hogwarts! I demand Durmstrang be given another champion too if this is what you're playing at," said a very irate Karkaroff.

"I'm afraid that cannot happen Igor, once the cup is put out it cannot be reawakened for quite some time," Dumbledore replied. "So now we have to find out how this happened."

"It had to have been some powerful magic to get past that cup. I reckon somebody used a Confundus charm on the goblet and put Potter in as another school. Somebody must have it out for you boy," said Moody.

"Oh you seem to know quite a bit about this Moody, perhaps you'd like to tell us more?" said Karkaroff, swooping in.

"It's my job to know how dark wizards think and you of all people should know this Igor, unless you've forgotten," Moody fired back at Karkaroff, who was now rubbing his left arm.

Harry's mind was racing. Should I take him down now? No. It would look suspicious if I called him out already. I need to get him to slip up. Or- SIRIUS! I need to get Wormtail. I really hate how I have to do this though but I need to get to the graveyard. At least I know what to expect this time. Merlin I'm glad I finally learned occlumancy. I would be done for. I guess I better play along. I guess I can have some fun though. Snapping out of his pondering Harry spoke up, "Sir do I really have to do this?"

"Yes I'm afraid so my boy. Since your name came out of the goblet there is nothing we can do," spoke Dumbledore over his half moon glasses.

"You can't expect this leetle boy to 'ompete," spoke up Fleur for the first time. "'E ees too young."

"I understand your concern Ms. Delacour but I'm afraid it's sealed and there is nothing we can do," Dumbledore responded gently.

"So you're just going to let this kid slip by the protections and rules and let him actually do this?" said a still seething Karkaroff.

"Look. I didn't put my name in the damn goblet. Here. I Harry Potter swear on my life and magic that I did not put my name in the goblet of fire, did not ask anyone to put my name in the cup, or even think about entering this tournament!" spoke Harry, knowing quite well about oaths, after all he was really 22. "Hey I'm not dead so obviously I'm not lying."

Everyone in the room looked at Harry in utter disbelief as magic swirled around him showing that he was in fact not lying. "Right, well since that's taken care of I suggest we get down to business," Ludo Bagman said stepping out from behind the crowd. "The first task will be November 23rd, so you have until then to better prepare yourself. There wlil be a weighing of the wands ceremony in a few days time. But until then carry on with your classes and congratulations, all of you."

"Unless anybody else can think of something I think we are done here. It's been a long day for all of us so I daresay sleep would do some good. Cedric, Harry off to your respective dorms now, Mr. Krum, Ms. Delacour, I'm sure you are excited to see the rest of Hogwarts but I must say to wait until tomorrow to do so. I'm sure Igor and Olympe will guide you to where you are staying. Congratulations all of you. I expect this to be quite a tournament," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye.

The various people in the room started to shuffle out of the room and into the great hall. Once they made it to the entrance hall Harry ran up to Cedric. "Hey Cedric, can we talk for a minute?" Asked Harry.

"Sure but we have to make it quick," responded Cedric with a questioning look on his face.

"Umm I just wanted to say that I'm rooting for you and that you're the real Hogwarts champion," Harry said, trying to get on Cedric's side right off the bat this time.

"Oh thanks. It's not that bad really. I mean we have a 50% chance of winning this for Hogwarts now anyways and you can't go wrong with that eh?" Cedric replied with a grin. "Anyways Harry, I'll see you around." And with that he turned and started heading toward the corridor by the kitchens.

Taking his own leave Harry started walking towards the stairs with his mind on overdrive. So this is real. I'm in 4th year again. Sirius is alive. Dumbledore, Cedric, Fred, Remus, Tonks, everybody else that died in the war is still here. Voldemort. Shit. The horcruxes are still there too. This will be a lot easier this time. I need to get ahead though and end this quickly. This is incredible. I can have a life. An actual life at Hogwarts. I feel like I'm cheating though. Oh well it gives me time for other things. Maybe I can make the marauder name live on. I never had the chance to do this last time. How should I start? Hmm. Ohhh I know.

Quickly doubling back to the entrance hall Harry pulled his wand out and stared at the doors to the entrance hall. Pulling his wand out and making a few complicated waves at the top of the door and leading to the ground he stepped back and smiled, admiring his work. Yep, definitely cheating, he thought. Quickly making his way back up the stairs he once again made his way to the Gryffindor common room. The trip there was uneventful, being the only student still out and about. Giving the fat lady the password Harry climbed into the portrait hole to loud cheers.

"Excellent good sir"

"Indeed simply smashing ole chap"

"So tell us, young one how did you do it?" The Weasley twins instantly jumped on him with identical grins.

"It's simple really fellas, I didn't. I actually wanted to relax this year and play some quidditch. Seriously though" Harry said at the their questioning gazes, "I really didn't want anything to do with this. But if you will excuse me I'm quite tired. See you tomorrow and make sure to get to the great hall early." Shooting a grin and turning to the boys dorms stairs. Reaching his dorm he sat down on his bed.

"You know if you were entering you could've at least told me mate," said the voice of Ron from his bed.

"If I would've entered I would've told you before anybody. You know this," Harry said slowly, making sure Ron heard him.

"You don't gotta lie mate how'd you do it?" Ron asked.

"I didn't. People have died in this and dying is kinda the last thing I want to do right now. I quite like living, thanks. Especially now. I have somebody outside of Hogwarts that I just got reacquainted with and I'd rather spend some time with him first before I rush off and risk my life. Besides, I already have enough attention, why would I want more? It's not me. No. I did not enter this bloody tournament," stated a calm Harry, hoping this went better than the last time they had this conversation.

"Well I guess you're right there mate. I mean you did just get your godfather back and all. Ok mate. I believe you. So what are you going to do about this? Do you have to do it?" Ron asked seemingly satisfied with Harry's answer.

"Yeah it's a magically binding contract so I have to go through with it. I guess I'll just wing it honestly. I'm sure Hermione will be in her prime making preparations though. But I am quite tired so I'll see you in the morning. I have a surprise got breakfast that I think you'll enjoy. Night," Harry said relieved there wouldn't be a fall out this time around. Hearing Ron's grunt of response he flicked his wand at the light, extinguishing it and reflected on his most crazy day. When he woke up that morning he was just starting his new job as an Unspeakable and now he was at Hogwarts, about to compete in the Triwizard Tournament again, and this time he had a plan.

-Authors Note- Well here we go. I've never written a story of any kind before but I thought I'd give it a try. I plan on getting a chapter out every few days or so but work does get crazy sometimes. Reviews are awesome I'd imagine and follows are excellent. I plan on taking this to 7th year and maybe beyond that if the story line I'm thinking of happens, which it probably will. I'm pretty much making it up as I go. But anyways that's all for now.

And here is the first edit. Corrections have been made and a few small changes but pretty much the same dealio. If I missed anything feel free to let me know.