Remember.

Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived.

Instead of standing still, scared, Harry 'saving-people' thing kicked in . . .

. . .and he stepped in-front of Cedric as that jet of green light left Pettigrew's wand.

Cedric was saved but Harry paid with his life.

Bad thing happen when Destiny and Time disagree.

As such, Harry is forced to re-live his fourth year until he wins the Tri-wizard, and quite possibly saves the wizarding world.

The power he knows not. . . . is the power to remember through an ever repeating year.



Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter.

Inspired by 'Chunnin Exam Day / Groundhog Exam' by 'Perfect Lionheart' (don't own that either)



"Kill the spare"

Harry was frightened but when he saw who Pettigrew aimed his wand at, and heard the beginings of an incantation, he reacted without thinking.

"Avera . .."

His eyes widened a fraction, as he looked to Cedric

"Kedav-"

In an almost etheral calm, Harry stepped between the Animagus and the Huffulpuff, just as Wormtail finished his spell.

"-era"

The green flash that struck him seemed cold as if held in the grip of death himself, and Harry remembered no more.


Harry opened his eyes and groaned.

Just what he needed.

Now he was gonna be labeled the Boy-Who-Is-Immune-To-The-Killing-Curse or The Boy-Who-Lived-Twice.

Even more fame.

Fantastic.

Not.

Hoping to put off the inevitable, Harry rolled over and went back to sleep.

An hour later, He woke screaming as his magic tore from him, leaving him gasping for air.

Ten minutes after that Ron Weasley came in to the dorm, furious beyond belief.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you? First you put your name in the cup, then you don't even turn up to the first test! What kind od sick attention-grabbing stunt are you trying to pull?"

Harry blinked . . .hadn't he already finished the Tournament?

Mentally shrugging he ignored Ron and went to speak to Hermione in the common room . . . .to find her in tears.

Between the tears, he heard "All that effort" "Doesn't he care" and "Dismissed from Hogwarts" even more confused, Harry turned on his heel and began to search for Dumbledore.

In the headmasters office, Harry was informed in no-nonsence tones that, due to his non-attendance to the first task, the Goblet of fire had stripped him of his magic.

He was now a hundred percent squib. As such, there was nothing Hogwarts could teach him, so He was extracted from the wizarding world, but was to be given a day to say his goodbyes.

There was a large amount of disappointment in the aged headmaster's eyes, and Harry stmbled to bed in a state of shock.


Harry opened his eyes and groaned.

Just what he needed.

Not welcome in the muggle world, and an embarrassing secret in the Wizarding one.

Even more odd stares.

Fantastic.

Not.

Hoping to put off the inevitable, Harry rolled over and went back to sleep.

An hour later, He woke screaming as his magic tore from him, leaving him gasping for air.

Ten minutes after that Ron Weasley came in to the dorm, furious beyond belief.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you? First you put your name in the cup, then you don't even turn up to the first test! What kind od sick attention-grabbing stunt are you trying to pull?"

Harry blinked . . .hadn't he already had this conversation . . . .and hadn't he already lost his magic?

putting the first down to Ron being that much of a jealous git he just repeated himself, and the last to reliving the experience as a Nightmare, Harry began to pack.

Then he walked downstairs to the common room and saw Hermione crying over what had happened, understanding more of why this time, Harry apologised to her, and said that he didn't mean to sleep in.

The end result was a wry chuckle completely devoid of humor, and a mumbled 'Boy-Who-Lived, the squib though sleep!'

The journey to the Headmasters office and subsiuent lecture broke is patience.

"Didn't we have this conversation yesterday?"

At Dumbledore's confused look Harry also became confused . . . .until he saw on the headmaster's desk the one thing that let Hermione get to her classes last year.

The Time-Turner.

Several things fell into place as Harry excused himself before heading to bed.

Before he went to sleep though he smiled . . .if he was right . . . .he could stop Voldemort completely.


Harry opened his eyes and jumped over to where Neville was sleeping.

"Nev, hey . . .what day is it today?"

Groggily Neville opened his eyes as he mumbled the date, then recognising the voice, wished Harry good luck on the first task.

"Thanks Nev"

Harry smiled. Today was a good day to be alive.