Harry Potter and the Time-Traveler (Adaption of Goblet of Fire/Year 4) (if anything is In bold, IN CAPS, and in italics, it's important)

(or the Misadventures of a Time-traveling Animagus)

Prologue- Here We Go Again (I do believe that is a song title, right?)

Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

Great Hall, June 9th, 2016

12:00 A.M.

(No one's POV)

There had been great unrest in the Magic community. Not only due to the reveal of what Cornelius Fudge had been doing, but more to the fact that the one that had revealed his corruptness was just a young witch, who was barely past 17.

Her name had been disclosed to the public, but somehow the press had gotten word. Now, they wouldn't leave her be. Which upset the staff at Hogwarts greatly. One reason could be that a group of Notekeepers from various newspapers like the Daily Prophet had been literally standing at the main gates of Hogwarts, demanding to have an interview with the woman.

The young woman made one exception to this. Actually, two- one per week, and under NO CIRCUMSTANCES, was Rita Skeeter allowed to speak with her. Guess why.

As of now, the young woman was meeting with a newcomer to the news business. He was around the same age as her, and couldn't believe what he had heard from his colleagues. So, he had decided to seek out this "Heroine" and get things straight.

The Leaky Cauldron

Table 14, seat 6 (yes. They are labeled.)

When Thomas Goodfellow stepped into the tavern/bed and breakfast, he realized that he had been here before. It had been a few years ago, when Cornelius had brought him in to have a drink, and talk to him about getting the position he had now...

The person he was looking for was near the back, and as he got closer, it seemed to him as if she was looking down at a massive, aged book.

Thomas eased himself into the seat opposite his interviewee, who so far, hadn't noticed him. So, to get her attention, he cleared his throat.

The girl stiffened, then slowly raised her head to look at him. What they both saw changed their option of each other. He was obviously farm-grown, he seemed nice enough.

She, on the other hand, was someone that you did not want to piss off. She had that look about her, that she had seen bad things. What, he didn't want to know. But, for his job, he was going to have to ask...

Thomas had absently begun to draw things on the table's dusty surface with his finger. "...So..." His head jerked up. "Yes?" The girl had crossed her arms across her chest in a guarded position, and was leaning back in her seat, all the while looking thoughtful. "You're Tom?" Tom nodded. "Yep. That's me." His gaze wandered to the book between them. "...I noticed that book..." The girl leaned over the book again and gestured in it's direction. "Oh, that? Funny you should ask..." A small smile formed on Thomas's face as he realized that what the other journalists had said about her wasn't true. His father had told him to "act natural" when interviewing. That advice had done wonders for him.

What they had said was that she had been withdrawn, and not willing to speak to them. Then, some idiot that worked in his department had had the nerve to get violent. He had ended up at St. Mungo's.

Fudge had run out of options. The Minster of Magic had called him late at night, and had asked him to interview her. And, here he was.

Thomas was intrigued by her demeanor. She wasn't the smart alack type...alright, maybe a little. But she wasn't anything else he'd said either. And that was saying something.

"...Since you know my name, can I have the pleasure of knowing yours?" The girl stared at him. "...What ever you're trying to do, it isn't working." Thomas held up his hands. "Hey, I'm being nice as possible here. Your name?" "Lauren." Thomas nodded. "I see...I won't ask you for a last name...I too, know the...uh...stuff that journalists can do..." "You mean like Skeeter?" Thomas rolled his eyes to the faded and water stained/aged/moldy (not a good place to eat, huh?) ceiling and groaned. "Her. Yes..." Thomas then returned his gaze to Lauren and smiled slightly. "...Do you know...that the last time that I told her off for the way she gets her works and tells lies and all of that shit, she...bitchslapped me. Can you believe it?!" "...Yes. Yes I can." Thomas's attention was once again drawn to the book. "...Can I look at it?" Lauren nodded and spun the book around to face him. "Go ahead. Read to your heart's content, we have all day." And he did.

It was around 8 in the evening when he decided that it was time to end the interview. "...This is so confusing..." "Confuses me, too." The two of them were outside the Leaky Cauldron, mostly because the owner had literally kicked them out, even though it was open for two more hours.

"...So...uh...do you stay here during the summer?" "Not down here, but at Hogwarts...Say...I haven't seen you around..." Thomas shook his head. "Nah, I go to Durmstrange." Lauren was smiling at that. "...Yes...the infamous ship..." Thomas grinned. "Still worse that those death-horses. Those are awesome." "Indeed." The two of them had parted ways, each heading back to their schools. "Same time tomorrow?" "Sure?" But that interview would never happen...at least...not for a very long time...

Hogwarts Grounds

It was now around 9:30. Lauren realized that she had probably shared too much personal information with Thomas, but he had been a lot easier to talk to than the others...she pushed away the thought and found that she was heading in the direction of the Time-Stones, an ancient circle of stones that teleport anyone, anywhere, any time.

When she reached the area, she sensed that something was wrong. Horribly wrong. "What..." The stones were glowing. Red. "...That's never happened before..." As Lauren neared the stones, she noticed that the symbol on the back of her right hand was glowing brighter than usual. It depicted a golden bird with it's wings spread upwards, and, if you looked closely enough, you could see that numerous other symbols had...somehow scarred the symbol a bit. Thomas himself had noticed this, but had refrained from asking about it.

Her curiosity had gotten the best of her. Lauren had stepped onto the inner most stone, now, the stones seemed to be getting brighter...

She felt as if she was being lifted into the air. She felt lightheaded. She tried to find some answer for what was happening, but could not. She knew that she was going somewhere, but where, and what place and time, she had no idea. As the feeling that was coursing though her overwhelmed her, her last thought was ...Here we go again...