Author's note: I've read Perfect Lionheart's 'Chuunin Exam Day' since about his tenth chapter. But before that I saw the movie Groundhog Day and seeing a similar plot written just made me want to apply that concept to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Plus I need an outlet for all my insane ideas. And no while he will date around for the Hell of getting to know girls (and relief of boredom) I don't see this turning into a full-fledged Uber-harem like CED.
o-Chapter 1: Harry Potter?-o
He pushed and he pushed. He had to push those spheres at Voldemort. He didn't know how he knew, it just seemed like a fairly intelligent idea. Which come to think of it was a new development, ideas were Hermione's thing. In fact if he got out of this he'd have to tell her she was right to be worried about someone trying to get him killed in task. His wand shuddered and he snapped back to focus. Oops...can't believe I zoned out at a time like this.
Now you couldn't exactly blame Harry, he'd just seen a man come back from the dead, decidedly off kilter what with the funky nose and all. There it goes again. Uggh...how bloody stupid! If I get out of this I'll apologize for all my past stupidities. But right now... "Just stay the Hell dead Tom!" The-Boy-Who-Lived screamed at his nemesis as he pumped enough magic into the magical golden thread connecting their wands that he sent the orb hurtling into the heir of Slytherin's wand.
Demonic red eyes widened (almost) comically as ethereal forms began to surge out of his wand. He recognized some of his past kills. Then even more came until a couple hundred soul-imprints were floating around. Voldemort chuckled evilly to himself as a thought crossed his mind. I was busy in the last war. Ah...what fun. I get to do even more this time.
A few forms, including Lily and James Potter, made their way over to the understandably shell-shocked Harry. James spoke up, "Now Harry normally there would only be the last five of us killed coming out to play. But we think we can twist this to your advantage." He finished with a cocky (if pale) grin.
Harry blinked, "Mum? Dad? You're here? And...helping me?"
His mother quickly spoke up. "Now Harry, don't be afraid. We're going to do something with all this magic coming out of you and Voldemort. You two are actually drawing magic from the ley-lines near here by having your wands attached like this. Remember that we love you. And don't be afraid."
The teen nodded resolutely. "Okay, I understand. I won't let you down!" His mother smiled and planted a tingly ectoplasmic peck on his cheek. "We love you sweety."
The specters all flew up and encircled the golden sphere the two combatants clashed in. As one they glowed even brighter. As one they spoke: "Adversor intemporaliter." The energy all around shifted quickly into the spirits dropping the two wizards to the ground. Suddenly all the ghostly images merged into a large orb and slammed into Harry. A flash of light blinded him. Then he opened his eyes to a familiar voice calling out.
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"Harry Potter?" More voices clamored around him as he blinked again and realized he was in the Great Hall. At Hogwarts. On Halloween. When his name came out of that damn Goblet.
Oh... Realization struck Harry as he looked up and saw Dumbledore looking at him sternly. Harry blinked again behind his glasses. "Sir?" He called out uncertainly.
Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Go join the other champions in the trophy room." Doing his best to seem confused about his name coming out of the Goblet and not how he was at Hogwarts eight months prior. He then mused to himself as he mechanically walked towards the room adjoining the Great Hall. At least it makes sense for me to be confused. So now I can be confused all I want. Not that I want to be confused. Confusion is bad. Very bad. Almost had me lose the second task. Boy that was stupid of me. Two fingers snapping in front of his face brought him out of his reverie. "Boy. Boy? 'Is zere a problem? Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"
Harry shook his head. And clearing the confusion away actually managed to reply this time. "Do you know who I am?" He made sure his scar was visible.
Fleur's eyes widened slightly. "Why would zey send ze Boy-Who-Lived with a message?"
Harry winced. "Yeah well...umm...someone kinda put my name in under a random school to try and get me killed. Or leastwise that's the only reason I can think of for my name to come out of that rickety old cup."
During his mini-tirade the 'responsible' adults had walked in. Snape sneered, "Very good cover up Potter. 'Someone is trying to kill me.' Ever get sick of that line brat?" He mocked.
Harry glared at the potion's master and shot back a retort before Dumbledore could cut in. "Ever get tired of using plastic hairnets to protect that fire-hazard you call a head?" Snape paled dramatically. How did he know?
Harry guffawed. "You DO use them? That's hilarious!"
Before Snape could throttle Harry, Dumbledore, late as always, cut-in. "Harry, did you or did you not put your name in the Goblet of Fire?"
Harry looked at the headmaster in disgust, slightly forgetting that Dumbledore atleast hadn't been over this before. "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" He paused then shook his head. "Nevermind don't answer that. But why would I want to put myself in more danger than I already am with Death Eaters running around international sporting events? Or when I had a possessed teacher? Or how about that one time locked in a secret chamber with a god damned basilisk? I don't want anymore danger than seems to find me on it's own thank you very much! In fact I think so that I don't get killed I'll just forfeit every task by doing nothing! Since I'm sure there is some sort of clause saying that no matter if I didn't do it I have to compete since it was my name right? Of course. Nope no one for the least bit considered some evil plot to do something crazy like bring Voldemort back to life with some funky dark potion." His rant was cut off there as Mad-eye Moody's eyes widened and he quickly called, "Avada Kedavra." Since he was tasked to kill anyone that suspected. And blood could be unwillingly taken from a corpse right?
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Harry blinked as a flash of green light surrounded him. As his eyes opened back up he heard the oh so familiar voice again. "Harry Potter?"
The Boy-Who-Lived lowered his head. "Shit this is just gonna be a grand year I can tell..." Not knowing to what he was referring to Hermione patted his shoulder. "You didn't do it right Harry?"
He turned and looked her in the eyes. "Yes because I totally want to die multiple times right?" Due to not being able to understand the context Hermione missed the sarcasm.