This is the first crossover I've made and the second story I've written, so I hope you like this. Please review, the more it gets reviewed the fast I'll update.

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Noises ring out even before Dumbledore finishes with his speech. Some were cries about how Quidditch was canceled, others were exclamations of how certain people would win the triwizard tournament, and there were also screams of how this is something far too dangerous to be brought back. The latter screams came mostly from the Ravenclaw table, while the cries about quidditch came from primarily Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Ron threw his arm around Harry's shoulder, " Isn't it horrible that quidditch was canceled, I mean the tournament will be cool and all, but I'll miss quidditch, do you think we can do inter school quidditch. I bet we could wip t-"

"Muu, is the a point to this rambling?" Harry asked, then, before Ron could respond, "I thought there wasn't." Leaving Ron gaping and muttering to himself, "but it's quidditch." Over and over.

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"Harry Potter." Dumbledore yelled out, while Harry buried his head in his hands, Dumbledore called his name out again.

"I'm coming," Harry shouted out, "I'm just debating how to get out of this stupid thing and still get the money." Whispering the last part to himself as he walked towards the room where the champions were meeting.

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"Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also" Fleur cried out only for her words to be met by a venomous glare from the 'little boy.' But before he said anything the adults started arguing about how they need to have a second champion too when Dumbledore turned to Harry.

"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" Was said to the one person who was hardly listening, only enough to find any information he may need.

"I did not, why would I willingly put myself in a death trap from fame-which I have enough of-and money-which I have a substantial amount of." He hissed out give a look at the older competitors.

Dumbledore continued on ignoring his last comment. "Did you ask an older student to put your name in for you?"

"As I said before no, there is nothing I would get out of this tournament other than scorn."

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"So how did you do it?" Ron asked, "With the invisibility cloak, right? Why didn't you let me do it too?" He whined.

Harry glared at him. "I never wanted to be in the competition firstly, secondly the invisibility cloak makes it so that you're invisible, idiot, it doesn't let you pass through wards, lastly even if I was to get though why in Primo's name would I let someone like you-someone who doesn't even try at simple things-enter the competition."His glare turned into a demented version of a smile when he saw the jealous, twisted look on the red head's face.

"Well if that's the way you think-" "It is, don't worry" "-we're not friends anymore." The boy spluttered.

"Were we ever?" The raven head turned and walked away as Ron watched in disbelief. An image flashed across his vision-someone floating above the ground in purple robed that covered their head-where Harry was walking.

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"Harry," Hermione exclaimed, "I know Ron was being a git, but saying you were never friends is a little extreme." She had caught him coming down from the dorms to scream at him. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes I am, and honestly I never said we were never friends. I did ask the question 'Were we ever?' But obviously you think Ron and I were never friends based on your line of questioning."

"What no! You two are-were best friends."

"Really?" He rose his eyebrows. "What makes you think that?"

"You're denying you were-are friends!"

"No I'm not you are. You keep talking like I am the one denying we are friends, you are the one doing that. I'm just asking questions. If you think the answer is no, then that, is your fault not mine. And now I must go to breakfast. I am hungry after all."

He turned and walked away leaving a very a befuddled Hermione behind in his wake.

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"Harry," Ron exclaimed after the first task. "Harry, I th-think whoever put your name in is trying, trying to do you in!"

Harry sneered at Ron, "It took you that long to notice. It really took you that long, when the reason this tournament was canceled is that there were too many deaths."

"Are we, Can we be friends again?" He hesitantly asked

"No." Harry turned around and had stepped away when Ron grabbed his shoulder.

"Why?" The redhead shouted. His former friend turned his head, "You're not worth it. You're loud, you have no control, and you betrayed me far too easily."

Ron spluttered, "I haven't betrayed you!"

Harry snorted, "You're mind is convoluted." And walked away, once more leaving a gaping red-head.

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"Harry, how dare you!" Hermione screeched, imitating a banshee. "What you said to Ron! And you kept denying that you said you didn't think you were friends."

"At that time I didn't say we weren't friends, now I have. You accused me far too early in the game."

"What?! You think this is a game."

"It is a game."

"You are in a tournament, but that's not a game, it could kill you!"

"Hermione, the tournament is really a game, a death game. But still a game." Harry chastised. "But that wasn't the game I was talking about. Life is the game I was and am talking of."

She looked horrified, "Harry! We need to talk to someone

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Harry ran his hand along the egg he stole from the dragon and sighed. "It's not even real gold."

He opened it and once the screeching began, slammed his hands over his ears. Once it stopped he sneered at the troublesome egg, "There's a worth to this damn thing? It's fake gold and it screams at me when I open it."

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"They kidnapped that boy for me? Should I even save him? . . .What am I saying, Ron's my friend. Why wouldn't I save him?"

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"A maze. Really?" Harry said throwing his hand in the air looking up at the hedges. "They have magic and all they make is this maze with a few creatures running around. They could make mind traps and illusions and all they make is a simplistic maze."

He walked farther into the maze sneering at their attempt to confuse him using rotating pathways.

Harry looked at the dementor-boggart and laughed, "You think that's horrifying? Try this." He summoned his mist flames creating a new world just for the creature's mind to view.

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"Harry Potter" Voldemort announced sounding smug looking down at him from his new body. "You will final stop bothering me."

"I only bother you because you target me." Harry looked him over impassively. "And if you're expecting me to be impressed that you survived your supposed death you'll be sorely disappointed." The second thought was said from another direction.

"And you didn't even capture me. . . Maybe that's why you look so deformed Harry turned his back to the inhuman creature.

"How dare you turn your back to me, Lord Voldemort!" The thing roared.

Wll, to be honest you are not enough of anything to be worth my time, or money." He turned towards the thing that was once a man. "I know what you want. You want immorality, but you, the only thing about you that is human is your mortality."

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Harry woke with a start, covered in sweat. He had another of the dreams about the graveyard and Cedric dieing, but suddenly it had changed it looked like a battlefield, and there were flashes, flashes of people dieing. People he felt like he a should know.

Then there were more images, these weren't really as bad but almost all of them felt painful. He couldn't feel any of the pain now though. But it was so bad In the, dream? Memory? Whatever that was.

He sighed rubbing his forehead "I don't really think I should tell anyone about this, I mean there not from Voldemort so would Dumbledore even care?" Harry looked outside "and I want to figure this out myself, it feels like I should know this all already."

He picked up some crumpled parchment and threw it back and forth between his hands, looking at the sky again. "I should think about this in the morning. If I have the time that is."

(°-°)~ The next morning-

"Boy, get down here." Aunt Petunia's yells up the stairs waking Harry up with a start.

"I et that bitch just wants me to make her 'precious Duddykins' some more food to shove in his fat mouth." He muttered under his voice.

"Are you awake Boy." She yells again apparently walking up some of the stairs, because she sounded closer.

"Yes, I'm up." He responded to her then hissed "I'm related to her how?" under his breath.

"Then get down here and make Dudley some breakfast."

"How much are you going to pay me?" Harry said without thinking.

"What did you say." Petunia sounds in raged at the mere thought of him getting paid in this house.

"N-nothing." Harry stutters out trying to fix his 'mistake.' Before frowning at his own actions.

Petunia slams the door open saying, "Really, it sounded like you wanted money for doing the chores that we give you to earn your keep. You're just a greedy little child, trying to steal money from my family, my Dudley." While walking to stand over him with her hands on her hips.

Harry smirked at her. "Yes, Aunt Petunia, I want money for the chores you force me to do. Call it hazard pay. Overdo pay, after all it is dangerous for a five year old to work with bleach or cook to say the least. Not only that, but I doubt you don't get money to care for me, the only problem is you waste it all on the pig hybrid you call a son. Now let's talk about how you and your family will reimburse me for eleven years and four summers of torture and enslavement," Harry-no it was Viper now-waved nis hand causing a chair to appear.

"B-but," Petunia protests, "You're alive and that was the only requir." She quickly covered her mouth and Viper gave her an unimpressed look. "Anyway," she stuttered out, "My Duddykins needs to eat." Trying to turn around and flee.

"Muu," Viper put nis chin on ner hands glaring at the woman while she turned to look at him with wide eyes. "Even I know that raising a child requires more then that child being alive. And your son needs less food I'm the first place; if he's that desperate he can make his own food." Ne smiled at his so called 'Aunt.' "But anyway my dear Aunt we have some important things to talk about, like the fact that you said requirement or tried to at least."

Ne waved nis hand dismissively when the woman tried to speak. "Don't try to deny any thing. I will know." He smiled cruelly at ner Aunt.

"Well," she stuttered. "It was in a note we found with you, it said that we should keep you as beaten down as possible, and well. I never really like you, you did cause Lily's death."

Viper looked at her and sneered out, "How unimpressive. I am horrified your blood is in anyway connected to mine." Ne stood up, "When that walrus comes home I will get my money for my enslavement then I will not lower myself to spend anymore time with the present company. Now leave."

"This is my house." She says, trying to be brave.

"Oh," Viper's smiled like nis name, "my dear, dear Aunt who ever said this house was yours?" Ne stopped standing up and looking into her eyes keeping nis smile on nis face. "Truly, it has been mine since I entered this house. . Now leave."

Petunia backed out of the door grabbing it to close it, "Vernon will have a Talk with you later, boy."

Viper shot her a grin reminiscent of nis name, "Yes, we will have a talk later." Ne mused to the closed door. "A very long talk."

Ne stood up, walking to the window and opened it. Looking down Viper muttered "Now to get down. Should I jump down. No I should just float. If only to freak some of the 'normal' people out." Ne stepped out of the window using nis mist flames to land softly on the ground.

Ne smirked, "now to find some interesting things." and stalked off ignoring the screams of the woman working in her garden and the choked gasp of a man mowing his lawn.

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