Harry woke with a throbbing headache. The last thing he remembered was the attack.

WAIT! The Attack!

Harry attempted to shoot his wand out of his holster, only to lose himself when nothing happened. A shocked wizard reflected on what had happened.

He had been at the ministry. It was a party to reflect on those lives lost during the second war. It had been a sad, somber moment, disguised as a celebration. Harry wasn't sure how all of that made him feel.

As soon as Minister Kingsley had finished his speech, there had been an explosion by the stage. Harry, who had left for a moment of peace, returned to see the stage explode and see the blast engulf not only the minister, but also Ginny.

What felt odd, thinking back, was that it was not Ginny's death which had affected him so much. No, it was seeing three others perish which had messed with his head. In a rage, the young wizard who had killed Voldemort drew his wand and began exacting his revenge on those in dark cloaks who suddenly speared in the room. Harry had just completed his Auror training the year before and was a true terror. None of the other cadets and most of the current Aurors wished to face him in a duel because Harry was fast, powerful, and took no prisoners.

In this case, the cloaked death eaters had no idea what they were getting into. Harry turned to face the first three, easily dispatching them, before a fourth snuck up behind. The last thing Harry remembered was the bright green flash before waking up here.

Well where exactly was here? A cursory glance saw hanging curtains. A Quick flash of his hand and the curtains flew back.

The speed, not to mention the simple way he had cast the spell threw Harry off. He had only ever been able to cast small spells wandlessly, but to have done that so simply and without an incantation, it was unheard of except for the most powerful of wizards.

Harry was lost in these thoughts as his eyes adjusted and the room came into focus.

Harry Potter, Order of Merlin 1st Class, Senior Auror only a year into his duties, world champion Duelist was sitting in a place he had not been since he was 16: His room in Hogwarts. With a bit of trepidation, Harry began wishing he had a mirror to see himself in when suddenly a hand mirror appeared in his hand. Harry looked into the mirror to notice a few things. His face was, first of all, much younger than the last time he had seen it. Second was that his scar, which had been healing nicely following the elimination of Voldemort, was back. Finally, His glasses, which he had not worn since getting his eyes fixed just before Auror training, were back on his face. This was indeed going to be a long day.

Harry was shaken from his thoughts by a voice which sounded much higher than the last time he had heard it.

"Come on Harry, Let's go down to get some breakfast! Its Halloween! The Champions are chosen tonight!" As Harry's memories kicked in, he realized what year this was. He felt his stomach drop, knowing what would be happening tonight.

"You just want to see one Viktor Krum." Harry grasped his throat at his own voice. The high pitched voice which came out was not at all what he had expected. But before anyone could react, Ron's stomach growled. The red-head grinned sheepishly at him before stating he was going to get food. Harry's own stomach growled in agreement and the two soon were off. Harry's mind was racing trying to figure out what was going on.

"Well There you two are, finally!" With an exasperated sigh, Hermione jumped up and gave them each one of her just a bit too tight hugs before the trio began making their way down to the Great Hall. Harry was lost in his thoughts. Seeing Hermione for some reason made him blissfully happy, but he couldn't sense why. Ok, that wasn't true, he knew exactly why. It was just that it was his older self that knew this, not the current self he was. He was shaken from his thoughts as the object of them called his name.

"HARRY!" Hermione was standing next to him, staring at him. Harry looked around and saw Ron heading on in to the Great Hall. Noting where his eyes went, Hermione shook her head. "I told him to go save us seats. You looked distracted. Is everything ok?"

Harry glanced around the hall before silently casting a silencing spell around the two. Hermione noticed things getting quiet and turned her attention back to Harry, the concern now evident on her face.

"Something is wrong with me Hermione. I don't know exactly what or how, but…well….ok, this is going to sound really strange, but I feel like I don't belong here."

"What do you mean, of course you belong here Mr. Potter!" Hermione put on her best stern look, but her eyes showed fear at his words. Harry offered her a smile, but it did not quite reach his eyes.

"Thank you Mione, but that isn't quite what I mean. What I mean is that…well, I know things I shouldn't know. I've lived this all before. I don't mean like déjà vu, I mean full out this entire day. I know Flitwick is going to have us work on the Augmenti spell today, I know Ron will make a comment about your hair today which will upset you, and I know for a fact my name is going to come out of that Goblet even though I have never even dreamed of putting my name in it." Hermione looked a bit shocked at his pronouncement before her stern face returned.

"Harry James Potter, you really should stop right now. Maybe it is a bit of Déjà vu or something. Or maybe this is something else. But please quit teasing me. Let's go get some food." As she turned to leave, Harry gently grasped her arm. As she turned, there was a desperate look in his eyes. She felt her fear fade a bit at the look on his face. "Look Harry, I don't know what's going on. With the stress of school and the tournament coming, maybe it's all too much. I'm sorry. Let's just get through today and go from there. You know I'll be there for you no matter what."

Harry gently let go of her arm. As he removed the silencing spell, Hermione gave him one more odd glance before the two made their way over to sit beside Ron at the Gryffindor table. The red-head was already stuffing his face.

"So whats up?" Ron managed to stutter around his full mouth.

"Nothing much, Harry wanted some advice on some homework." Hermione played this off, not even looking at Harry. She began piling things on to her plate. Harry had been hoping she wouldn't tell, but seeing her seem to know without him saying anything really touched him. He needed to tell her thank you later.

Honestly, he needed to tell her a lot of things later.

Soon, the trio were settling into their Charms class. Hermione, Ron, and Harry all say in a line at the desks, waiting for the diminutive Professor Flitwick to appear and begin the lesson. Harry chanced a glance and saw a particular blond pass the door. For some reason, it made his heart stop, but he wasn't exactly sure why. At least not until he thought back to the night of the attack….which apparently had not happened yet. He would have to try and talk to her later. There would be a lot going on there. He quickly turned away from the door.

As soon as they saw the shorter man appear, Harry began grinning. It was time for Hermione to see phase one. She chanced a glance at him before blushing and turning back to face Professor Flitwick.

"Good morning class. Please put your books away. After we begin, everyone will be getting one of these candles behind me. You will be lighting them and then learning to put them out using the water shooting spell. Can anyone tell me what that spell is?" He looked for a moment before calling on the lone hand raised, Hermione's. Her voice shook as she called it to him.

"Augmenti."

"Correct, excellent! 5 points for Gryffindor Ms Granger! Now everyone please carefully come get your candles and let's begin."

Harry moved quickly so he could miss the look that Hermione was giving him. The shock was evident in her entire body.

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Daphne Greengrass was not having a good morning. She had received a letter from her parents. This letter had informed her of a marriage contract which had been signed shortly after her birth. While Daphne, while not happy about this, had come to expect it, it was the whom that shocked her.

Daphne Greengrass was apparently betrothed to the Gryffindor Golden Boy, Harry Potter himself. How could that possibly happen. As she stormed by Flitwick's Charms classroom, she felt someone staring and stopped. As she glanced into the room, she noticed a certain black-haired young man sitting. He was smiling over at the bushy-haired bookworm. For some reason, Daphne felt herself getting jealous.

Wait, why on earth would she, the Ice Queen of Slytherin, be feeling jealous over her betrothed, who she did not care for at all, staring with such caring at someone else?

Tearing herself away, she began making her way down to her class. She thought about Harry Potter on the way. Truth was she did not mind him. The young man was rather handsome and had a certain charisma to him. He had even put Draco in his place a time or two, something Daphne had certainly appreciated.

No, what bothered her about the situation was the fact that she had no choice in the matter. She had learned from an early age from her mother that having choice was not something granted to good pure blood witches. She was essentially piece for bargaining. Her mother frowned at this idea, but did not really have a way of negating it. Further, though her father was not happy about it, he could not end the contract without greatly damaging himself. The Potter name was too big a deal.

And so now Daphne was lost, betrothed to a man she had never even talked to and probably never would until her wedding night seeing as his best friend loathed anything in green and silver.

Daphne felt her eyes watering at that thought and really had no idea why. She shoved that down, putting on her ice queen mask before entering her classroom.

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"Well maybe it will help your hair stay down for a bit!" Ron shouted, his face reed with anger. He was seething as the now soaked girl sprinted from the classroom, fighting her tears. Ron glanced over at Harry, but the look he got in return did not suggest that his best mat was happy with him. Ron felt himself wither under the glare from those green-eyes which had, apparently at some point in the future, stared down some very dangerous foes. Without a word, Harry took his bag and tore out of the room after Hermione.

He found her a few feet later, tucking herself away into an alcove, apparently trying to hide from everyone. As he approached, Harry quickly cast a notice-me-not charm and slipped into the already crowded alcove with the bookworm wo, in his opinion, radiated beauty. He sat there silently, waiting, while she sniffled.

"You knew."

"I'm sorry Mione." Harry reached out a comforting arm when he soon found himself enveloped in a hug by Hermione. She buried her face in his chest and began to cry.

"No, I mean you knew it was coming. Not that I wanted you to do anything about it." Hermione sniffled a bit more before pulling herself back deeper into the alcove. She really didn't want to be noticed, not even by him.

"Whats wrong Hermione?"

"He isn't wrong. My hair wont behave, my teeth are too big, and I'm definitely not as pretty as some of the other women here." Harry had heard enough. He carefully grasped her hands in his, pulling her back into him. She went reluctantly, but there was a contented sigh as she collapsed into his arms.

"Hermione, he was so wrong. More wrong than I think he will ever realize. And so are you. You are gorgeous. You have a smile that lights up any room you walk into. Your eyes are entrancing. It makes my day to hear you laugh. I know for a fact that I could not go for a day without seeing you. I mean, come on, the few months without you in second year nearly drove me mad." Harry paused, waiting to see if she would respond. After a bit more sniffling, she did.

"You just wanted my help on homework." It was half-hearted, but it was a response. Harry pulled her in closer, wishing she could feel the emotions and desperation in his hug.

"No, I didn't give one damn about Homework then, except for making sure I had notes for you." He heard a giggle at this. "Hermione, if Ronald Weasley is too blind to see the gorgeous woman you have become, that is his loss. If you are too blind to see her, that I my problem. I will not have my best friend who I….care so much about, putting herself down like this. You are gorgeous, Hermione. If there are things you truly want to change about yourself, let me know and we'll figure it out. Otherwise, just let me bask in how truly wonderful you are."

The passion of his words seemed to stop Hermione in her tracks. After a few minutes, she settled into his embrace.

"Thank you Harry."

"Anytime Mione."

Harry was wishing for so much more, but he could wait. She needed time. He knew how wonderful she was, now he just needed her to know how wonderful she was.

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It was time to choose the champions. The first two had already been chosen, Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour. They were just waiting on the Hogwarts Champion.

Hermione and Harry were sitting near the end of the table. After things had blown up with Ron, they were putting some space between them. The red-head had settled down near the other end with Seamus and Dean while Neville had come to with Harry and Hermione.

The goblet flared once more and another piece of parchment fluttered from the cup, landing neatly in Dumbledore's hand.

"And the Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory!"

The Great Hall erupted in applause as the Hufflepuff made his way to the stage. The looks of admiration on everyone's faces astounded. He was certainly the right choice.

Then Hermione reached over and grabbed Harry's hand. Although he did not mind, he knew it was because she was scared for him. And scared she should be. The goblet flared one more time and one more piece of parchment fluttered into Dumbledore's hand as the hall became deathly silent. Harry felt himself begin to shake as Hermione's squeezed his hand.

"Maybe it won't be-"

"Harry Potter."

Harry looked down at the ground. He did not want to do all of this again. He had barely survived the last round. Could he really be so lucky in two lifetimes?

"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore called again. It was only with Hermione pushing him that he managed to come to his feet and fight his way past the onlookers. He entered the room behind and saw the other three champions.

"Harry, are they ready for us?" Cedric called upon seeing him.

"Not even cloe." Harry muttered under his breath.