Jenn008 and Greensaber92 are working on and writing this story together. Neither of them own and of the Harry Potter books, movies, or characters, those belong to J.K. Rowling. What do You do When Your Portkey Stops Working? Chapter 2. You Meet a Hyperactive Gryffindor

Harry wasn't sure he liked June 24th, or September 5th, or whatever day it was. The Triwizard tournament had been stressful and hard, he and Cedric had time traveled without a time turner (which theoretically shouldn't be possible.), he was sorted into Slytherin (his enemy house), and now; he, Cedric, A un-godly fast Gryffindor, and Dumbledore were racing to the Great Stair case to check on some kid named just who had split his head falling down the stairs. The main problem of course was the time travel incident. It was weird having jumped back so many years and not knowing if you would make it back to your proper time. Harry and Cedric tried to act calm during the incident but they were still worried, Harry had many friends as did Cedric and Cedric had his Mum and Dad to worry about. When at last they reached the stair case the injured student had already been taken to the hospital wing. So Dumbledore told the Gryffindor to take Cedric and Harry to the Great Hall as it was nearly time for dinner. "Hello there, I'm Alyssa! Are you new? What's your names?" she said this all very fast. "I'm Harry. Yeah we're both new." "Cedric Davies."Harry and Cedric reverted back into silence pondering what they would do about the who back in time incident. When Alyssa started up again, " You don't have to worry about Justin, plenty of people have taken a stumble on the stairs before I'm sure. And even though Madam Pomfrey is quite new she's an excellent healer! What houses are you in?"

"Oh well that's good that he's going to be okay then. I'm in Huffle-Puff!" Cedric tried his best to smile at the odd girl. "I'm a Slytherin." Harry tried to sound polite there was no need to have an enemy already and Gryffindors and Slytherins tended to hate each other "on principal".

"That's nice I'd hoped you would be in Gryffindor (that's my house) but those work too I guess. It doesn't really matter the house just the person. Where exactly did you go to school before coming to Hogwarts?"

'What is it with this girl and questions?" wondered Harry pondering what excuse he could make."We were home schooled, but our parents are uh really sick so we're starting here." Cedric was obviously better at lying. (odd for a Huffle-puff.)"So sorry about that … Well we're here now, if you ever need help getting adjusted I'm head girl so just ask me okay!" and with that Alyssa left the two "new" boys standing in the doorway. "So we part ways now?" Harry asked Cedric."Huh… Oh yeah I guess we do good luck and all that." Cedric stopped looking at the head girl who was busy laughing at the Gryffindor table. "Good Luck too you to." and with that they left for their separate tables.

POV REMUS LUPIN

When Dumbledore came to dinner he started making a few announcements before we were allowed to start eating. "First I would like to caution all of the students about the moving staircases, they are hard to navigate, and often have trick steps. This afternoon Justin Moore took a tumble and is recuperating in the hospital wing. Please be careful." Dumbledore took a few minutes before continuing. "Second though is a much more happy announcement; Harry Jameson and Cedric Davies have started their school careers at Hogwarts! Mr. Jameson is a fourth year Slytherin, and Mr. Davies is a seventh year Huffle-Puff. If Harry and Cedric would stand up so they can be introduced that would be lovely!" Remus wasn't very put off by the Huffle-Puff he looked quite normal and Huffle-Puff like. The Slytherin, however, was a different story all together. If it weren't for the eyes, and the fact that Potters don't get into Slytherin he would think that Harry Jameson and James Potter were related! Remus turned to look at James who was busy plotting something with Sirius and Peter on a piece of parchment paper. "James look at the new Slytherin. He practically looks like a carbon copy of you!" he whispered poking his friend. "What that's ridiculo- Woah!" James looked at Harry Jameson. "That's a little weird." "Isn't it you aren't related to anyone by the last name of Jameson are you?" Remus asked"No not that I know of….""Students may now tuck in!" Dumbledore announced.

James was soon distracted by Lily passing a bowl of mashed potatoes his way, totally forgetting about the Slytherin who looked like him for the time being. -At the Triwizard Tournament. When the maze misted away, signaling that the cup had been won, cheers floated from the crowd; until they saw no champion holding the cup, in fact there was no cup at all. Soon the noise went from cheers to stunned silence, and then barely controlled chaos. Aurors were called for and a search (magical and non-magical) began. Neither Harry Potter nor Cedric Diggory were seen. The silver Triwizard cup had seemingly vanished along with them. John Dawlish, one of the Aurors, was mystified. How could two teenagers and a giant metal trophy just disappear! It wasn't logical. "Mad-Eye do you think that maybe-" but Dawlish didn't finish his train of thought. Because before his eyes Mad Eye Moody was growing taller he now had short brown hair the magical eye popped off and the mechanical leg was kicked to the side, a completely different man stood in front of the small group of Aurors. A few stunning spells were shot and soon the man was captured. The man was Barty Crouch Jr. An hour later when the prisoner woke Dawlish had to question him. "How exactly did you escape from Azkaban?""My mother saved me. She knew she was dying. She persuaded my father to rescue me as a last favor to her. He agreed. Eventually my father was placed under the Imperius curse by my master." "Did you know who as you to do something?" Dawlish asked. "He asked me whether I was ready to risk everything for him. I was ready. It was my dream, my greatest ambition, to serve him, to prove myself to him. He told me he needed to place a faithful servant at Hogwarts. A servant who would watch over Harry Potter. Ensure he reached the Triwizard Cup. Turn the cup into a Portkey, which would take the first person to touch it to my master. But first-" "You need Alastor Moody! Where did the Portkey lead to?" Dawlish caught on. The Graveyard where the Dark Lord's father is buried dead." Crouch Jr. Began to laugh heartily… until the light went out of his eyes. The man was dead.

This was all the information that Dawlish needed. He apperated to the church graveyard. And hid behind a tombstone. "The Potter boy should be here by now. The Tournament can't have taken this long. The Portkey must have malfunctioned.' A cold high voice breathed a sigh of relief. "There's a guest here though who still count as an enemies. His won't work as well as Potter's but I must do it tonight. Get him Yaxley." Dawlish was frozen in fear. The thing was talking about him. What was going on. Why did they need blood. He tried to fight against the death eater but a knife was drawn and his blood ran down his skin. Thankfully he wasn't an Auror for nothing. The minute he fully realized the situation Dawlish apparated back to Hogwarts, fleeing for his life.

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