Disclaimer. As usual I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, things, or animals, that are mentioned in the Harry Potter books, I do how ever own the plot in this little venture into the Potter verse.

The end of Harry Potter

No one, not a single soul had believed him when he said he had not put his name in the Goblet. After being told by his headmaster and a ministry official that he had to compete in the Tri-Wizard tournament or he would loose his magic, maybe even his life due to a magical contract, he was shunned by all his fellow Gryffindors except his best mate Ronald Weasley.

It did not take many seconds after entering their common room before Ron turned on him and with a look of hate confronted him, called him a liar just out to gain even more fame and glory. As Harry stood there with Ron ranting at him he turned to look at his other best friend for some support, as soon as he caught her eye Hermione Granger turned away from him and stared at the book she was holding. He had left them half way through Ron's rant and went up to his bed.

That had been four weeks ago and now he stood in the champions tent holding back the smile he so wanted to break into. They were all in for a surprise, the whole school and all the spectators. As the three other contenders left the tent one by one to face a dragon Harry was left alone, it was time for him to put his plan into operation. Pulling out his invisibility cloak he wrapped it around himself and as soon as he was sure he was completely invisible he opened the flap at the rear of the tent and quickly went to retrieve the animal he had tethered just a few feet away in a small space in the rocks that could not be seen unless a person was standing right in front of it. Dragging the animal into the tent Harry took a deep breath and cast his spell.

Out in the arena the crowd were jeering and booing, yelling 'cheat' as Harry Potter walked out to face his dragon. The huge Hungarian horntail sniffed at the air when it saw the small wizard enter the arena, it began to salivate as it could smell its favourite food. The dragon did not care if her food looked like a wizard, it leapt forward and with one swift move it grabbed Harry Potter in its huge mouth. The sounds of the screaming replaced by that of bones breaking, and being crunched on plus the sight of the blood flowing as the dragon ripped the boy apart and enjoyed its food made people in the audience retch at seeing the young man eaten.

Hermione looked on horrified as the remains of her best friend was swallowed by the Horntail the picture embedding itself in her mind for all time. Memories of how she had shunned him for the past month rushed past her minds eye. A feeling of overwhelming guilt swept over her, the boy who had risked his life to save her in both their first and third year was dead. She knew that Harry would have never put his name in the Goblet, but after that first night when she had had some doubts and turned away from him she had not had the courage to face him. Thoughts that maybe if she had helped him he would still be alive began to flood her mind.

Albus Dumbledore the headmaster who had forced the fourteen year old to take part in the tournament looked on horrified at what had happened. He had pushed the boy into dangerous situations each year since he had started at the school and expected him to once again some how get through this stupidity realised that he had killed once again. He was responsible for the death of his favourite student and along with him the entire future of the Wizarding world.

No one moved as the huge crowd watched as if they were one being, as the dragon licked its lips and looked around for more food. For ten long minutes they just sat and stared into the arena.

Twenty two minutes after the dragon killed Potter several trinkets in the headmasters office ceased doing what they had been doing every minute of every day since Harry Potters parents died.

James Harris stepped out of Gringotts Bank and activated a Goblin supplied portkey and in a swirl of colour he vanished into the air. Harry Potter was not as stupid as everyone thought he was, he had worked out his plan just three days after the names had been pulled from the Goblet.

Flashback…

Harry sat on a large stone at the side of the black lake, he was out of sight of the castle and could not be seen from two other sides. With his life at stake Harry had set his always hidden intelligence to work and it was not long before he realised that no matter what Dumbledore said or believed neither he nor his magic would be affected if he did not take part in the stupid game. The magical contract if there even was one was for a Tri-Wizard tournament, to Harry it was quite obvious that if there were four of them no matter what name they gave the game it was no longer a tri-wizard game, it was not the tournament the rules were made for, it was not the tournament the contract was made for.

The idea that this stupid game could be a way for him to get away from the magical world for good and to live a more normal life filled his mind for two days. Sitting on his large stone for the fifth day in a row Harry was reading a book on advanced transfiguration that he had bought to give to Hermione as a Christmas present, one she would not be receiving now. He almost fell from his seat as he read a way to be free.

Training alone day after day for almost three weeks he had finally come to grips with the charm he had worked so hard to master, he had also discovered what the task was and he was pleased it would help in his plan. The evening before the task Harry slipped out of Hogwarts down one of the secret passages and after a quick walk to Hogsmeade he caught the knight bus to Diagon Alley. For a few thousand Galleons Harry had left Gringotts bank with his will completed and Goblin oaths to never reveal who his beneficiaries were. He returned to Hogsmeade with his short absence unnoticed by anyone. A short walk in the opposite direction to the school and he procured himself a rather large fat sheep. The charm to transfigure the sheep into his own likeness had almost drained his full magical power and he felt rather tired and weak as he activated a Goblin portkey to Gringotts, by the time he was finished with his business for the visit Harry James Potter no longer existed, he had legally had his name changed which voided any association both magical and muggle he had with his past name. Harry Potter no longer officially lived.

End Flashback.

With his money pouch filled and a slight tiredness obvious in his gait he made his way to the muggle part of London and booked himself into the first hotel he came across for the night, he would take a long rest until the will of Harry Potter was read.

One week later the Goblins of Gringotts read the will of Harry James Potter to the only beneficiary, James Harris. He had been the only person they had notified about the will reading and he happily signed the required documents that passed all the Potter money and possessions to him.

Two hours later James Harris boarded a plane and left Britain for his new future in a new land where there would be no stupid headmasters controlling his life. After a long flight James Harris stepped from the plane and took a deep breath, the first one of his new and hopefully happy life.

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