Author's Note: This is sorta a dumping group for when I feel like having fun with the HP Universe so don't expect frequent updates even after this.

o-Take Two!-o

"Harry Potter?" The young wizard was getting quite sick of hearing his name spoken in question form by this point. After being killed by Mad-Eye he'd had the grand idea to expose him early, because anyone who would Avada Kedavra the Boy-Who-Lived must be evil and not the ex-auror that Dumbledore trusted right?

That had turned out fairly impossible. Four times he'd been killed by "Moody" before the First Task. Now Harry's fifth repeat he had given up and decided to leave well enough alone. "If I don't let it out that I know he won't kill me." He safely assumed as he turned to his best friend, and source of information, Hermione. "Do you think taking the past into account the twins had a betting pool about how someone would try to kill me this year?" Without listening for a reply he continued on, "I bet this trumped all the ideas they thought up. Well wish me luck?" Hermione sighed and nodded. "This doesn't look good Harry…"

With a grimace he stood up. "Yeah I know, think you can run damage control while I'm gone?" With a roll of her eyes Hermione nodded. "Just go."

As Harry entered the Trophy Room he did his best to exude annoyance and frustration. Which became much easier when that snobby voice invariably questioned, "Boy? 'Is zere a problem? Do zey want us back in ze Hall?" Gritting his teeth he flipped up his hair with his hand. "Not at all, just someone trying to kill me by putting me into the tournament under a fake fourth school."

Hands to mouth in typical vapid blonde way (obviously an act if she was good enough to get chosen) Fleur gasped out, "A treacherous plot! Ze Boy-Who-Lived a Fourth Champion?" She turned to her headmistress who had just walked into the room. "Zis ees madness!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "No this is Hogwarts, we deal with this kind of stuff all the time. Really after the basilisk you'd have thought I'd be resigned to this?" He was stopped mid-rant by Dumbledore grabbing him by the shirt. "Did you put your name in the Goblet?"

Harry sighed, "No Headmaster. I fear it's another attempt to kill me. And I don't suppose you're allowed to help me not die?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "The rules forbid the heads of the schools to help their champions."

It was at this point that Harry pulled his ace from his sleeve. "But I'm not the Hogwarts champion. I'm the champion from a fake school."

Dumbledore's eyes widened. "Well…yes…but…the spirit of the competition…if I helped and you won it wouldn't be fair."

The youngest wizard in the room looked at his headmaster with disbelief. "Fairness…trumps…safety? But how was it fair that I was entered against my will? I think we're a bit past fair Professor Dumbledore!"

"Nevertheless Harry I cannot give you undue aid in this, I'm sorry. The most I can do is give you full access to the Restricted Section just as Mr. Diggory would have as a NEWT studying student."

Harry nodded in acceptance. "That will do I suppose."

Crouch, Bagman, Karkaroff, and Snape all looked askance at the byplay. "Surely you can't be seriously considering letting him compete Dumbledore? Hogwarts with two champions?"

Harry sunk back into a nearby chair and let the so called "grown-ups" discuss the important things.

oOo-A Week Later in…the Potter Cave…or the Hogwarts Library-oOo

Harry was starting to imagine the random dark alcoves in the library as his "Potter Cave". He was certainly spending enough time there. He was broken from his musings as Hermione came over holding a decently sized tome. "I don't know why you wanted to learn silent casting Harry. It's a bit above our level, combined most likely. Sixth year material." She informed him. "And what year level am I going up against Hermione?" She actually looked a bit embarrassed at not considering that and her cheeks colored lightly. "You have a point. Well okay then it says here…" She sat down next to him and opened the tome on the table, "On page 26 that the easiest spells to cast silently are ones that you use most frequently. So I dare say we could learn to silently cast the Body Bind and Wingardium Leviosa within a week or two."

Harry cut her off. "I've also been going over in advance the practical side of Charms, Transfiguration, and DADA for this year in the last week." As good an excuse as any for him to not hide his extra knowledge. "I have the Summoning Charm and the basics of Cross-Species Transfiguration down. I think it would be good if I can learn minor transfiguration from past years and the Summoning Charm silently."

Hermione stopped what she was doing and turned to Harry in shock. "You're really worried that this tournament will kill you aren't you?" She asked hesitantly.

Her friend sighed and looked right into her eyes, "No Hermione…I'm certain it will kill me if I…we let it." The inclusion of the "we" had Hermione's lips trembling to hold back tears and she pulled Harry into a tight hug. "We're going to get you through this Harry, I promise."

oOo-The First Task-oOo

It was the first time Harry had managed to make it all the way to the First Task without dying and he was feeling pretty confidant. He hadn't really worried much about the dragons and focused more on learning spells for the Third Task and battling Voldemort.

So when Cedric took the Horntail out of the bag he was understandably surprised. Tentatively he reached in and took out the Chinese Fireball. My broom plan should still work right? I mean this thing isn't near as fierce as the Horntail…

The cannon fired and out Harry walked onto the newly terraformed Quidditch pitch. He quickly ducked behind a rock and held his wand up, "Accio!" He waited a few seconds then leapt onto his broom and took off.

The Chinese Fireball, without the strength of the Horntail, could not break the chains leashing it to the ground no matter how hard it struggled. It was restrained to lobbing fireballs at the offending wizard and his broom.

Harry sloth rolled under a fireball and cursed. "I thought it was fire BREATH! As in not a huge cannonball of fire! Those things move fast!" He moved to where he thought was out of the range of the dragon, two hundred meters had been too far for the Horntail's fire. He let his concentration move off the Fireball for one second too long.

"FWOOOM!" The flames engulfed Harry and he felt a split second of burning pain and then…

"Harry Potter?" Harry slammed his head against the dining table. "Bugger all…"