Ok, so this is my shot at a Harry and Daphne story. It starts from GOF. Usually, writers will tend to stay with the same storyline but only their characters will diverge from the original book. So I've tried to be different, e.g. I'm gonna create my own tasks for the tournament etc. The start will follow the storyline a bit, but hopefully, I will be better. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

The cobblestone cracked under his feet as he walked swiftly down the street. To an outsider, the man looked like trouble with his robes hanging down to his feet; tattered and worn out. His hands were heavily scarred and cuts ran down his arm, in a fashion which showed that the man had been in his fair share of fights. His head was covered, his face obscured in the night sky. He walked with purpose as he turned down the lane, and didn't flinch as he went straight through the wrought iron gate, passing by like smoke. The manor in front of him was an incredibly old and dilapidated Victorian mansion, which stood on the hill of Little Hangleton, the surrounding village, a small speck at this distance. He walked towards the door and knocked using the snaked shaped door knocker, waiting impatiently until a small rat-like man opened the door.

"You're late!" he exclaimed.

"The Dark Lord knows that I had important business to conclude, but he'll be very happy with my results" he spoke impatiently. "It is not your place to ask Wormtail" he concluded as the small man opened his mouth to remark again.

"My work here is just as importa-" he faltered off as the man pushed past him, jogging up the stairs, closely paying attention to the massive boa constrictor as he walked into the room. The room was just like the rest of the house, with its boarded up windows, and the mass of green ivy which had somehow penetrated itself into the room. However, most curiously was the throne which presided in the centre of the room, with a figure no larger than a baby sitting on it.

"Ahhh, you're finally here, I thought you may have forgotten about me" the cold voice rasped. "Wormtail's company here is anything but jovial; didn't even laugh when I killed, the muggle over there". The figure pointed to the corner of the room, where resided pairs of broken bones and flesh. "Anyway, talk to me about the mission."

The man kneeled down in front of the figure, pulling down his cloak, revealing his straw-blonde hair, and pale freckled skin, but most disturbingly a set of charcoal eyes, which didn't have a glimmer of light in them. "The mission was a success, my Lord. I successfully infiltrated the ministry, and got what you were looking for" he spoke quickly. "As you guessed, the tournament will be taking place, three champions, and one from each school" he concluded.

"You understand what you have to do then Crouch" the words coming out slowly as if it was difficult to speak. "There can be no mistakes this time. The boy has eluded my grasp for far too long, and it is imperative we have him for my plan to work."

"And what about the other one my Lord?" he questioned.

"His work is set out for him; he will be joining you at the school. The part he plays is not as important as yours, and will only be needed at the very end. It is critical that you do not have any contact with him because of who you will be" he concluded, his red eyes glaring. "Oh, and please tell Wormtail to bring our next guest on your way out."

"Of course My Lord" he stammered as he looked into the deep red eyes of his master. He walked towards the door, and as he passed through the gates of the house, he smiled as he heard the screams emanating from behind him, and the flash of green that followed.

Harry Potter woke up; clutching his scar in agony, sweat beading down his forehead. He was about to swear in pain when he realised his best friend Ron was snoring right next to him. Looking through the window, he could see the first glimmer of the sun rising across Ottery St Catchpole. Grabbing his glasses from the bedside table, he got up and walked downstairs to the smell of fried bacon and eggs.

"Oh my, you're up early! I was just about to wake you boys up in a few minutes" a surprised Mrs Weasley spoke, wand in hand, as she sent spells to the various cleaning equipment in the kitchen. Mr Weasley had also looked up in surprise from his newspaper, as he examined the boy.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just excited for today's match. It's not only the World Cup finals but my first professional match" Harry said smoothly, hoping they didn't try to examine his lie too closely.

"Ahh, yes there is nothing more thrilling than a good Quidditch match" Mr Weasley spoke; his voice laced with excitement.

"Sit down Harry" Mrs Weasley said, as she piled sausages, bacon and eggs onto his plate. "You boys have to leave in an hour, and you can't miss the portkey" she exclaimed. "I better go upstairs and wake the boys, Ginny and Hermione now."

Mr Weasley waiting until his wife had disappeared before looking to the boy in front of him. Harry had been staying at the Burrow for the past two weeks, yet he still couldn't believe the transformation that the boy had undergone. The past summer, he had shot up a couple of inches, and with the huge amount of food his wife had forced upon him, he finally was starting to look healthier. His shoulders had broadened, and his arms showed more muscle, but traces of malnourishment still evident. "Harry, do you really want to tell me the real reason why you're awake so early?" he asked politely.

"How did you kn-"

"You look as pale as a ghost, my boy. Something obviously must have happened."

"I just had a bad dream, that's all," he said looking down at his food. "It really isn't a big deal". Mr Weasley's mouth had opened to speak again when his musings were interrupted by Percy apparating next to the table. Harry was never more thankful to see the brownnosing Weasley, and quickly stuffed down his food, and rushed upstairs to Ron's bedroom.

The next hour was a constant array of shouting, rushing up and down the stairs, and the twins playing pranks on Percy before they were finally out the door. Harry walked behind the group with Ron, who was speaking about the different tactics of the Bulgarian and Irish teams, and the different formations they could do. Harry tried to pay attention, but his focus was still on his morning dream. He had been dreaming of Voldemort for the entire summer, but usually, it was just a few seconds, and he never understood what the people were saying. However, it was different this time; he could remember a few parts of the conversation. He knew the traitor Pettigrew was there, and he remembered a glimpse of a dead body. He knew there was a third person, but his name eluded him.

"- and that's why I think the Irish defenders should use the Murray Split formation if they have any chance of stopping Levski, Dimitrov and Ivanova. But-" Ron stopped abruptly when he looked at his best friend. "Harry are you even listening to me?" he said annoyed.

Harry snapped back into reality, looking at Ron guiltily-"Sorry Ron, um… couldn't the Irish chasers do anything else?" he asked, hoping to draw the attention of him.

Ron looked at him suspiciously for a few seconds, but took the bait anyway, and went on about the Hawkshead attacking formation the Irish team could use until they were stopped by a voice.

"Arthur! Wait up"

Harry turned around to see two men jogging their way, recognising one of them as the Hufflepuff seeker- Cedric Diggory, and a shorter man who could only be his father.

"Amos, how good to see you." Arthur replied. 'This must be Cedric! You've definitely changed since we last met". Their pleasant chatter continued to the top of the hill, where laid a single dirty boot.

"Alright gang, we have another 4 minutes before the portkey activates, when I say so, all of you put your hand on the boot, and off we'll go to the World Cup!" Mr Weasley exclaimed.

Amos took the time to look at Harry critically, his eyes doing the standard flick towards the scar on his forehead. "So Cedric, this is the famous Gryffindor seeker you bested last year, isn't it. My son, the one who was able to beat the Boy-Who-Lived!" Amos stated proudly patting his son on the back

"It wasn't liked that Dad" Cedric murmured embarrassingly, "he was chased by dementors, I just got lucky in catching it."

"Yes, but-"

"Look, everyone, the portkey is lighting up" Fred shouted taking the attention off Amos. Harry looked to him gratefully, for getting the pesky man off his tail. Fred winked back as they all grabbed the shoe, and disappeared with a pop.

Harry landed hard on the grassy ground, his limbs tangled with Ron and Hermione. The twins who had tried to get back at Amos for his remarks on Harry's flying had purposely held on to his body as they portkeyed so that they ended up on top of him when they had landed.

As soon as everyone untangled their limbs, the two parties departed to find their tents. "Thank Merlin that ponce is gone. Did you see how he went on about Harry's flying like it was his fault a bunch of dementors came swooping onto the pitch" George said as they got out of earshot from the Diggory's.

The rest of the group agreed as they walked towards their tents. Harry's apprehension at the size of the tent vanished, as soon as he walked in. The tent while not huge was a modest size for the entire group, with a living room consisting of threadbare sofas, a fireplace, a designated kitchen, and bunk beds on either side of the tent.

Harry and Ron lounged on their beds playing chess, while Hermione read a book for an hour before Mr Weasley sent them on their way to gather wood and water for the tent. They walked through the camp, passing through the Irish supporter's enclosure to get to the well. Harry was getting increasingly embarrassed by all the stares he was getting. It wasn't that he wasn't used to staring, but this time it was coming from primarily the female population of the camp. Ron stayed quiet throughout the whole ordeal, constantly glancing at Harry in anger, which Harry remained oblivious to. He turned red when a girl asked him to accompany to her tent, causing Hermione to smirk at her friend's discomfort while Ron looked enraged.

"What was with that girl?" Harry asked embarrassed looking at his friends for support.

Hermione burst out laughing at the expression on Harry's face, "Oh Harry, I think she just found you handsome and wanted to show you how much she appreciated that" laughing again at Harry's bewildered face. "Ron what do you think about it?" she said between her fits of giggling.

"Who cares, what she wanted, Harry obviously loves the attention. So why don't you just leave us and pursue the pretty girl who wants you so bad" Ron snapped, causing Hermione's laughter to cease.

"What's got your wand so far up your arse Ron?" Harry retorted back annoyed at his best friend's reaction.

"Oh it's just that I've had to go this whole day watching you pretend to be a saint every time a girl looks at you" he responded vehemently, his voice getting louder as he pressed on. "Acting like you don't know what they want. You're just a complete prat" the last word shouted, turning several heads in their direction.

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. His best friend was getting angry because a few girls looked at him. "Are you serious Ron?" he asked in disbelief getting angry too. "You're getting bothered by a girl talking to me?" he spat back.

He watched as a livid Ron turned and stomped off back to the tent. "You can go after him Hermione, make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid" he fumed as he walked in the opposite direction, leaving Hermione to go after their red-headed friend.

He walked furiously towards the well, thinking about the idiocy of his friend, not looking where he was going when he crashed into an object, sending him spiralling to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing? Watch where you're going you arse" a voice next to him shouted at him, as she grabbed her head in pain.

"I'm so sorry" Harry said immediately. "I wasn't looking, where I was goi-" he trailed off as he looked up into the most vivid blue eyes he had ever seen. "I, uh…"

"Just watch where you're going Potter" she retorted angrily, as she stood up.

"You know who I am?" Harry asked confusedly.

"Well since I have been in your classes for the last three years, I guess I would know who you are" she responded sarcastically.

This confused Harry even more, as he was sure there was no girl like this in his year. He stood up and brushed the grass off his clothes. He looked at her once again. She had honey blonde hair that flowed to her shoulders. She had a petite body figure, her clothes accentuating her perfect curves. Hogwarts robes really manage to hide all this away. Her face had an aristocratic look to it, with her small nose, and strong jaw line, but it was her eyes that made his breath stop. She radiated beauty, and it was the first time he had ever become flummoxed with a girl. He tried to rack his brain to where he had seen her when it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"You're Daphne Greengrass aren't you? From Slytherin right?" he said, finally remembering the girl who had been in his potions and defence class for the last three years.

"Well done, Potter" she replied sardonically. "Five points to Gryffindor."

"Ok I said I'm sorry" Harry retorted, getting annoyed at the Slytherin girl's attitude towards him.

"Come on Daphne, we've got to meet your parents at the tent" a voice spoke from behind Harry, interrupting the fight.

He turned to look at another girl, who obviously looked greatly amused at her friends' recent outburst. She had auburn hair, hazel eyes, and laugh lines etched on her face; looking like a person who smiled a lot. Harry recognised her as another Slytherin girl in his year, Tracey Davis.

She grabbed Daphne by the hand, and started guiding her to the direction Ron had stormed off to, before looking back at him- "Potter" she said cordially, amusement still evident in her face as she walked with Daphne back to her tent.

Harry stood still for minutes wondering how he had never noticed Daphne Greengrass, but there were many people he didn't talk to, usually due to the fact that his Hogwarts years brought upon a constant impending danger towards his life. But Daphne Greengrass was an enigma to him. No girl had ever made him feel so flustered, and that thought made him feel uncomfortable. Brushing the last shreds of grass, he continued walking towards the well, a certain blonde haired girl in his thoughts.

The atmosphere during the walk to the Quidditch Stadium was electric. Thousands of people were gathered around, singing songs about their teams, vendors in every corner trying to sell different goods. Green and red fireworks were being shot up from their respective tents, leading to a firework leprechaun fighting with a Doxy, one of Bulgaria's magical creatures. Ron was still blatantly ignoring Harry; Hermione standing next to him looking uncomfortable with his behaviour. Harry thoroughly enjoyed walking with the twins who were talking about their latest inventions.

"We call it the canary cream!" Fred stated proudly, handing Harry the orange sweet.

"Wow, so I eat it, and I'll transfigure into a canary. That's an amazing piece of magic guys" Harry exclaimed, looking at the twins.

"Exactly, took us most of our fifth year and summer to create. Lots of dangerous accidents", George spoke up looking amused. "In fact, at the end of our fifth year, the transfiguration went wrong, and so even though Fred changed back to his normal self, he coughed up feathers for a week" sending Harry into fits of laughter.

"Yes, that was unfortunate" Fred mused, "I had a hankering for worms that entire week" leading to all three boys bursting into laughter once more.

Mr Weasley had secured top box seats for the Quidditch match leading Harry and the rest of the group to walk up numerous flights of stairs before they reached their seats. He looked around the box, recognising the Minister of Magic- Cornelius Fudge, who Percy had already rushed to speak with. He stopped when he saw the bane of his existence, standing proudly with his father, who Harry assumed was talking to the Bulgarian minister of magic, from his accent.

The pale skinned boy turned around and smirked when he saw who had walked in. "Look, father, our box just got a whole lot dirtier", Draco Malfoy spoke up, looking at the Weasley's, his gaze lingering on Hermione as he spoke.

"Now Draco, leave them be. Arthur here must have emptied his entire vault to get up here. Let's not ruin their moment." He spoke in a low voice so that the ministers couldn't hear him, his smirk matching his son's.

"Harry m'boy!" a voice boomed, interrupting Mr Weasley from speaking up.

Harry turned to see Fudge coming his way, walking away from a disappointed Percy, who sent a glare his way before taking his seat. Harry was not fond of the current minister at all. He had refused to give Sirius a proper trial at the end of his third year leading him to break his godfather out. The Minister refused to see reason, believing that the words of teenagers were not good enough; therefore Harry was pretty annoyed when he saw the Minister trotting towards him as if they were old friends.

"Harry, let me introduce you to the Irish Minister of Magic- Aidan O'Malley, and the Bulgarian Minister- Dmitri Oblansk" Fudge spoke up as he grabbed Harry's robes, guiding him towards the ministers.

He sent a glance back towards the Weasley's who looked at him with sympathy, except Ron who's ire against Harry had seemed to increase because of the Minister's attention on him.

Harry was trapped in the conversation for twenty minutes before Bagman's commentary had started; allowing him to sneak into his seat before Fudge could ask any more questions. The game was like nothing he had ever seen before. Harry thought he was a good player, but after seeing the skills of these players he knew he still had a long way to go. The tactics used by each team was unbelievable, and he noticed that the teams were doing the same formations that Ron had recommended. The match ended with Ireland beating Bulgaria 170-160, the Irish chasers being unmatched by the Bulgarians, ending with Victor Krum finishing the game in his terms by catching the snitch.

The aftermath of the game was ecstatic, green, orange and white fireworks were sent from every corner of the fields. Singing could be heard from everywhere, and Leprechaun gold was constantly falling from the sky. Harry was singing with the twins as they walked back, when they heard the first screams, changing the atmosphere in mere seconds.

The tent to Harry's left suddenly burst into flames, the smoke making him cough. He turned to see two men in dark robes and iron masks laughing at the destruction they had obviously created.

"FRED, GEORGE TAKE EVERYONE BACK TO THE PORTKEY SITE. BILL, CHARLIE, PERCY COME WITH ME NOW!" Mr Weasley shouted running towards the fire, wand in hand.

Harry had never seen Mr Weasley take so much control of his life, and started running with the rest of the group to the direction of the Portkey site. The destruction was everywhere, tents hanging of their poles, while people's belongings burning next to them, children crying as their mothers ran with them and the wild cackles of the mysterious men who were causing the carnage.

The smoke was as thick as fog; Harry was only able to follow the Weasley's through the mass of people by seeing outlines of their characteristic flaming red hair. The twins took a sharp turn, and as Harry followed he tripped over a stray tent pole, falling onto the ground. He quickly got up, trying to get his bearings, when he realised he was alone. The smoke was too thick for him to understand his location, only able to see a few metres ahead. He started jogging, the smoke finally dissipating when he heard screams that stopped him in his tracks. He turned to see two girls running in the distance, as three of the black-cloaked men ran after them. Sighing at what Hermione would call his 'saving people thing', he sprinted after them.

Daphne Greengrass was not having a good day. Well, that wasn't true. It had been enjoyable to start with, but with the situation she now found herself in, she could definitely say that it wasn't the best moment to be caught up in.

She was sitting in her tent with her father and sister, drinking butterbeer after the game when they had first heard the screams. Tracey and her mother had stopped after the game to buy a few souvenirs, leading to her father screaming at her to take her sister to the apparition point, while he went out to search for his wife and his daughter's best friend.

She grabbed Astoria by her hand and ran towards the field her family had landed in when she first spotted the cloaked figures. They were in the midst of burning a tent when they spotted the two girls.

"Oi, darling why don't you come here and give us a kiss?" he shouted, his voice showing that he was heavily intoxicated.

He started coming towards her when she sent a stunning spell at him, which he easily blocked even in his drunken state. However, it gave her the time to run in the other direction, but the masked men were not that easy to evade, with them sprinting after her. She ran to the edge of a forest near the field, pulling her panting sister as fast as she could. She was close to the apparition point when one of the men sent a tripping hex on her, causing her to fall on Astoria to the ground, her ankle twisting in the process. Astoria screamed as she crashed into the ground, and Daphne looked up to see the three men walking towards her.

"No more place to run girls" one of the masked voices spoke up, the sickening tone in his voice turned Daphne's blood cold. Daphne covered her sister, pushing her behind as she tried to back away, her ankle throbbing.

"I wonder if you girls taste as good as you look" the man continued licking his lips. "I feel that I deserve a tre-"

"STUPEFY" a powerful voice resounded, hitting the man in the back, causing him to slump on to the ground, his head inches from Daphne's feet.

Daphne turned to the direction of the voice, recognising the boy immediately, already having one encounter with him today.

The two men had also turned, looking menacingly at the messy haired boy, their wands raised.

"You shouldn't have done that kid. We're going to make you pay."

"Yeah, well I usually do things I'm not supposed to do" Harry replied, sounding braver than he felt.

"EXPULSO" the first man shouted sending a bright blue stream of light from his wand. Harry dodged to his side, thanking his seeker reflexes, as the curse flew by. The curse hit the ground, blowing it up, sending chunks of mud and grass everywhere.

As Harry got up, the second man transfigured a small rock next to him into a metal spear tip, which he sent towards Harry. He wasn't as quick this time, the sharp tip impaling into his thigh, sending him onto the ground once more as he shouted in pain.

Harry rolled on his side, as a dangerous looking purple curse was sent his way. The curse hit the grass causing it to melt, creating a small crater in the ground.

"REDUCTO" Harry shouted back from the ground, going on the offensive, as the red light hit the ground next to the first man. The force of the explosion sent the man flying back, hitting the grass with a sickening crunch.

Harry, stood up, putting his weight on his good leg, the other hanging limp; the tip firmly embedded into it. The final man looked enraged as he looked at his two fallen companions.

"I'm going to kill you. You son of a bitch. I'm going to make you regret the day you were born." He started shooting a barrage of spells at Harry, who's only option was to conjure a shield to block it.

His leg gave way as the fifth spell impacted on his shield, the next curse hitting his right arm, fracturing it, as his wand fell to the ground. Harry watched helpless as the man walked slowly towards him, wand pointing at his head.

Harry raised his hand in a futile attempt to protect himself as the man walked closer to him, when suddenly he looked to the sky, his face filled with panic, before running to his fallen friends and apparating away with them.

Harry looked at the sky, only to find a massive skull, with a snake protruding from its mouth. He got a sense of déjà vu from seeing it. He knew he had seen that symbol before, racking his brain to remember it.

"HARRY!" a voice shouted from the distance. Looking at the direction of the voice, Harry saw Mr Weasley, Bill, Amos Diggory, Fudge and other ministry officials running towards him. "Harry what in Merlin's name happened here." Mr Weasley asked, fear laced in his voice.

"Masked men tried to attack girls" his voice rasped, struggling to breathe properly as the pain finally started to seep in, pointing to Daphne, holding her sobbing sister. "I tried to help, defeated two of them, the last one ran away when he saw the skull" the last word coming out in a whisper, as he coughed up blood, and finally fell to the ground.

The last thing he saw was Mr Weasley shouting for a healer, and Daphne's blue eyes penetrating his green as the world blacked out.

Well there's the first chapter. Hope you enjoy it