"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry's first moment of awareness jolted him upright, scaring Hermione who had been moving towards him to give him a nudge. Looking around wildly, Harry saw the Gryffindor table all looking at him silently. Hermione and Ron were looking at him blankly although the longer Harry looked, the redder Ron's face started becoming, a sign of the anger that was slowly but surely bubbling up.

"Go on Harry!" whispered Hermione.

Harry looked at her, remembering what he had said to her when he thought he was going to Heaven, Harry got a bit tongue-tied.

Shaking his head and dismissing his thoughts, he thought back on what had just happened. Did he die again? The last things he remembered was Snape glaring at him and... His eyes widened. Professor McGonagall! She had visited him in his childhood! How could he have forgotten that?

Despite Hermione's gentle nudging to get up, Harry stubbornly stayed sitting down this time. He was confused about what was happening but was sure of one thing, he had died again. The fact that he seemed to be going back in time to when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire was one thing, but being killed by one of your professors was another. He didn't even know how it had happened, all he remembered was seeing Snape glare at him! Hell, if Snape could kill with a look then potions class just got a hell of a lot more awful... And it was already pretty terrible already.

"HARRY POTTER! PLEASE COME TO THE FRONT OF THE HALL!"

"Harry go on, Professor Dumbledore's calling you..."

In the background, whispers had already started, accusing him of cheating. Harry put his head in his hands. Too many things were happening at once... Again.

Ok, let's see, what's important? Hermione, Ron, the cup, I died again, Professor McGonagall, definitely need to talk to her about visiting me when I was younger.

By this point, Professor McGonagall, after a furious argument with Professor Dumbledore had walked down to the Gryffindor table and was currently behind Harry.

"Come along Mr. Potter, it seems your name has come out of the Goblet of Fire."

Harry looked up at his head of house.

"Professor I didn't put my name in the cup, I don't want to be a part of this tournament!" Harry told her. Unnoticed by him but not unnoticed by Hermione and Professor McGonagall, some of the cutlery on the table were starting to vibrate, spoons started stirring invisible bowls, forks rocking back and forth.

It takes intense emotion to trigger accidental magic and for Harry who was living through this evening twice in a row, well, intense emotion was par for the course.

"I believe you Mr. Potter, however you are still required to come up so we can sort out this mess."

Professor McGonagall's words had an effect at least at the Gryffindor table, faces that had previously twisted in displeasure looking a bit more mollified.

Harry got up and once again started into the antechamber where the other champions as well as the tournament officials were. He came upon them as they were arguing. Harry rolled his eyes, of course Snape was insulting him, calling him a cheater and demanding he be expelled, typical.

Bored, he went to go talk to Cedric who was looking at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Hey Cedric, this isn't as fun as the Quidditch Cup was hey?"

Cedric smiled briefly at that.

"Well we haven't really started Harry," Cedric replied before looking more seriously at his younger school mate. "What's this about your name coming out of the Goblet of Fire? How'd you put your name in?"

Harry wondered if he should simply lie this time around rather than deny it like he did. Would it make a difference? First time round, only Hermione had believed him.

Unbeknownst to Harry, Snape had walked up to the chatting duo grabbing Harry and swinging him around.

"Potter! How did you put-..."

Pain! Pain! Pain! Pain! The world was burning, fire melting into his brain. Harry fell, unaware of his own screams. There was the sound of spellwork as it flew around him although who was fighting who now didn't seem to make sense. In his darkening vision, people just silhouettes swimming with spell light shooting off, Harry picked out three different spells of emerald green... One of them headed straight for him.

As his consciousness left him, he distantly heard the sound of two other bodies hitting the ground. His last thought was that at least this time there were witnesses to what Snape had done to him... Whatever it was.

There in the antechamber off the Great Hall, Harry Potter died once again.

"HARRY POTTER!"

Again. He had come back to this point yet again! And Snape had killed him again! What the hell?! And this time in front of everyone, even Dumbledore!

Harry whipped out his wand and pointed it towards the head table. There he was! That little grease stain! Before Harry could get a single spell off, beady black eyes met emerald eyes...

Pain! Thud!

"HARRY POTTER!"

Pain! Thud!

"HARRY POTTER!"

"Stupefy!"

Pain! Thud!

"HARRY POTTER!"

Now, Harry wasn't the smartest wizard of his age, but the fact that perhaps he wasn't the equal of Snape in any type of combat was quite brutally thrust upon him. Especially since any eye contact seemed to result in his death. Was Snape's father a Basilisk?

Dying several times in quite a painful fashion, any lesson could eventually be learnt. One such was that he couldn't defeat Snape currently. Another that meeting Snape's eyes led to his death. It was a testament to Harry's stubbornness that he had had to die several times before giving up... Well not giving up, biding time. A tactical retreat.

This current go around found Harry mulishly standing in the antechamber glaring at Ludo Bagman as the tournament official went off on his spiel about the now Quadrawizard Cup, not that they changed the name of course. If they called the train that took students to Hogwarts the 'Hogwarts Express', when it was in fact the slowest of wizarding transports to take students to Hogwarts, well things devolved from there.

Another realization had come to Harry at that point, the furthest he had gotten from his waking up had been his very first go, almost leaving the Great Hall before his encounter with Snape. All the other times ended up with him dying in various ways. If he confronted Snape in the Great Hall, there would be a lot of screaming and panic but that is presumably normal when a student screams his lungs out before dying. If he confronted Snape in the antechamber, there would be a battle and others would die although who did what was difficult to find out since he would be the reason the battle started and would quickly be down and out before dying.

Which brings about this current live through, the goal being getting out of the Great Hall and getting back to his bed. This came from yet another realization. Although he seemed to be resetting to the moment his name came out of that blasted cup, it did nothing for his mind. And by this point he had been up for many more hours than those around him and he was getting so, so tired...

Harry sighed, glancing over at his fellow champions, Fleur being the closest, he decided perhaps an olive branch early on would be better than taking out his frustrations out on the three largely innocent students. Besides, after the second task Fleur had really come around, Cedric was not just the best Hogwarts student but the best of Hufflepuff, with all that entails. Harry blinked, didn't he die? Well changing that seems to be a good start. Viktor had treated Hermione well so he deserved the benefit of the doubt as well. Again Harry paused in his thoughts... Wasn't he using the crutiatus curse on Fleur in the maze?! Ok, so maybe two out of three innocent students...

"You know guys, I don't want to be a downer, but every year there's a murder attempt on me here at Hogwarts," Harry said. Seeing them look his way, Harry explained a bit about his first three years to their growing disbelief. Cedric, the closest to the events of the three had a look approaching horror.

"You mean those petrifications were from a BASILISK?!" Cedric's voice was a bit louder than he expected and all the champions noted a silence in the antechamber as everyone turned to him.

Dumbledore approached them as Cedric was trying to regain his composure.

"Now Harry, no need to spread such stories, trying to unnerve your competitors isn't very sportsman-like. The Triwizard is about unity after all," said Dumbledore a twinkle in his eye.

Wait what?! Did he just tell everyone I'm lying to get an edge in the competition?! Sneaky bugger... Wasn't telling them I was lying but was implying it wasn't he?!

A quick look at the three others and faces of disapproval could be seen on all three faces. Harry's face darkened as he contemplated this new angle to his headmaster that he hadn't witnessed before. Perhaps seeing sensing Harry's growing anger Dumbledore ushered the judges forth to hear their opinion on what would happen next. The consensus being once again that Harry would have to compete.

Sigh...

It was only halfway up to his room that Harry realized he had skipped Snape's Glare of Death (tm) and could actually look forward to a bed and blissful blissful sleep! With that thought, he had a bit of a skip in his step as he made his way to the Gryffindor dorms.

The Fat Lady was gossiping with the wizened witch from a neighbouring painting. Desperate for a rest Harry ignore their questions and told them the password.

"Balderdash," Harry said, feeling the waves of tiredness threatening to overcome him. Events were catching up to him... And although it seemed it sort of reset him each time, a mind can only go so long without sleep time travel or no.

Harry's hopes of going to sleep then waking up to deal with everything in the morning were dashed when a wall of sound burst forth from within as the portrait of the Fat Lady swung forward. He ignored her annoyance at being ignored as he walked slowly into the common room.

He was immediately dragged in by a number of hands, everyone cheering and applauding.

"You should've told us you'd entered!" bellowed Fred; he looked half annoyed, half deeply impressed.

"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" roared George.

Harry looked at the twins dully. But before he could muster up the energy to tell them off Angelina had swooped down upon him; "Oh if it couldn't be me, at least it's a Gryffindor -"

"You'll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie Bell, another of the Gryffindor Chasers.

"We've got food, Harry, come and have some -"

It took close to an hour before he could finally break away from the crowd. They were reluctant to let him go. Stumbling up the stairs to the room he shared with his year mates, Harry was glad to see only Ron was in the room.

Smiling tiredly, Harry was about to greet his best friend but his words died a slow involuntary death. Ron had a strange look on his face, a smile that wasn't a smile. Something was... Oh... Oh no, not this part.

"So, congratulations," the way Ron said it, his smile that was more like a grimace.

Something felt like it died inside Harry. It wasn't hard to remember what had happened. It had been the worst month of his life, and he had spend his childhood with the Dursleys so that was saying something. The reason it was the worst had a lot to do with the person sitting down in front of him. If he couldn't get Ron to see reason...

"How did you do it?" Great, Ron looked like he was growing angry.

"Look Ron, I didn't put my name in the goblet."

"You used your cloak didn't you?"

"What? I just said I didn't put my name in!"

"It's okay, you know, you can tell me the truth," he said. "If you don't want everyone else to know, fine, but I don't know why you're bothering to lie, you didn't get into trouble for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Lady's, that Violet, she's already told us all Dumbledore's letting you enter. A thousand Galleons prize money, eh? And you don't have to do end-of-year tests either. . ."

"Ron, bloody hell, would you listen? I didn't put my name in!"

"Yeah, okay," said Ron, "Only you said this morning you'd have done it last night, and no one would've seen you.. . . I'm not stupid, you know."

Harry shut up, his mouth twisted into a hard line. Yes, he remembered this. This was the moment his best friend turned his back on him, the three years they had spent together and everything they had been through.

"You want to get to bed, Harry. I expect you'll need to be up early tomorrow for a photo-call or something," with those words, Ron drew the velvet curtains of his bed, cutting off any reply Harry could give.

Grimly, Harry put a silencing charm around his bed before lying down, eyes gazing at nothing in particular. It would be a long while till he fell asleep that night.