Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or "General Hospital" or the characters of either of those fabulous works of fiction. The plot twists and convergence of the two worlds is all mine of course…

A/N: Spoilers for Harry Potter up through book seven.

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Unintentionally Entered

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"What have you done you idiot boy?" Severus towered over Spinelli who shrunk beneath the Potions Master's angry glare. At this moment, Spinelli understood why some of the younger students, and even some of the older ones, compared the professor to a bat.

Gulping, Spinelli took a step backward and found himself flush against the stone wall, "I…I…" he stammered unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence as the man who had cared for him over the summer pierced him with an irate glower. When his name along with Harry Potter's had been pulled from the Goblet of Fire after Viktor Krum had been called as Durmstrang's representative and Fleur Delacour had been called as Beauxbaton's, both boys had exchanged a look of dread. Neither of them, they had talked on the way to Dumbledore's office, had entered his name into the Goblet. They were both under age and neither had an interest in entering the contest. Spinelli was new to magic and, though Maximista had told him that he was in actuality twenty-something, he felt very much like a fourteen-year-old. Right now he was a very terrified fourteen-year-old. Both Dumbledore and Snape had yelled at each of them in turn. He had never seen anyone this angry in his life, this was even worse than when Granny had received a call from the FBI in regard to some of his internet activities. Snape had expressed anger toward Harry, but the look he was leveling at Spinelli right now caused him to shiver and cower in fear.

"Severus," Albus placed a placating hand on his friend's arm, but Severus shook it off, "Severus!" The Potions Master tore his murderous gaze away from his shaking son and turned it toward his mentor. Smiling tightly, Albus offered his hand to Spinelli and helped him to his shaky feet, "It is obvious that someone has entered both Harry and Damien's names into the Goblet," he looked around at the representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang as well as the Ministry representative, Barty Crouch. "Both boys have assured us that they did not enter their own names," Albus pierced each boy with an intense look as though he were reading their minds before turning once again to look at the other adults in the room.

"If neither boy entered his name into the Goblet, then how were both of their names chosen by the Goblet?" Mistress Maxime implored, piercing each trembling boy with a look of her own.

"You saw what happened when Fred and George Weasley both attempted to fool the Goblet with their aging potion, both names were rejected," Albus turned away from the boys and spoke to the adults, "someone has tampered with the Goblet."

"Should we call the contest off?" Mistress Maxime queried.

"No!" Professor Karkaroff of Durmstrang exclaimed, shooting a look in Severus' direction, "You will simply have to choose one of the two boys or…"

"No, the rules are very strict," Barty Crouch interrupted, "both boys were chosen by the Goblet to represent Hogwarts; both boys will participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"But surely there must be an exception in such a case," Severus implored, not daring to look in either Spinelli or Potter's direction.

"I'm afraid not, the Goblet's decision will stand," Barty Crouch stated, a frown firmly in place, "now, if you will excuse me, I have other business to attend to," he exited the crowded office with a simple nod in Albus' direction.

"No," Severus rounded on Albus, "neither Potter nor Spinelli is ready for such a tournament."

"It's unfair that Hogwarts has two champions," Karkaroff and Maxime spoke simultaneously.

"Well, what has been done has been done," Albus said almost to himself while scrutinizing the two young men who were both eyeing each other warily.

"Harry, Damien," Albus smiled, "why don't you two head off to Gryffindor tower."

Both boys nodded vigorously as they headed toward the exit without a backward glance at the adults in the room. Severus reached out an arm to stop both boys, "Harry, Damien," he ground out, "don't leave the tower."

"Uh okay Professor," Harry stammered, casting a curious look in Spinelli's direction.

"Um, sure," Spinelli's face clouded in confusion, "we will abide within the confines of Gryffindor tower."

Severus released his grip on the boys, his eyes following them out the door.

"They'll be fine," Albus assured his friend.

"What do you think happened?" Severus reluctantly turned to face the headmaster, "Do you really believe that Potter and Spinelli had nothing to do with this?"

"I do," Albus nodded.

"Who would want to put their names into the Goblet?" Severus wondered aloud.

"I've been trying to put my finger on it," Karkaroff tapped his chin with an index finger, "who that young boy, what was his name? Damien? Looks like…" he trailed off, giving Severus a searching look.

"Sorry Mistress Maxime, Professor Karakaroff, if you would be so kind as to excuse us, Professor Snape and I have much to discuss regarding the academic school year, " Albus cut Karkaroff's inquiry short as he shook hands with each in turn and gestured for Severus to take a seat.

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Spinelli and Harry entered Gryffindor tower and nearly turned back the way they had come. Every member of Gryffindor was in the common room, waiting for them, and much to their surprise, there were a few members of Slytherin awaiting them as well. Spinelli visibly relaxed when he caught sight of Maxie, but his brow furrowed in confusion at the blonde-haired boy standing next to her. What was Draco Malfoy doing here with Maximista? The blonde Slytherin was not someone Spinelli trusted and he couldn't understand why Maximista always seemed to be in his presence as she seemed just as put out as he was about it.

Watching the confusion play out on Spinelli's face, Maxie stepped forward, noting that Draco mirrored her movements and the Gryffindors glared at the both of them. Grasping Spinelli's face in her hands, "Professor Snape insisted that Draco accompany me everywhere I go to remind me that I am a Slytherin and teach me the ropes," she explained with an exaggerated huff as she planted a kiss on his lips.

"Oh," Spinelli smiled self-consciously as he stepped further into the room. Draco glared at him and he smiled, giving the boy a half wave in return.

"Apparently some of us think they are above the rules," the Slytherin boy drawled, shooting a withering look at both boys before suddenly coming to his senses and remembering that he was in the lair of, for all intents and purposes, his 'enemies' and was far outnumbered. Swallowing nervously, he stepped closer to Maxie and lowered his gaze.

"Oh come off it Malfoy, you just wish you could've figured out how to do it yourself," Fred slapped the blonde on the back, grinning at Harry and Spinelli, "speaking of which, how did you two pull it off?"

"Uh, we didn't," Harry supplied, sharing a look with Spinelli who nodded in acquiescence, "we don't know how our names got in there."

"Sure, sure," George shook his head, patting both Harry and Spinelli on the back. Clearly he did not believe them.

"What happened?" Maxie leaned closer to Spinelli, resting her head on his chest.

"Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape questioned us and rightly concluded; well at least I am fairly certain that Headmaster Dumbledore correctly judged that neither Harry nor I were witting participants of the debacle which has unfolded this evening, Professor Snape…I believe he maintains certain reservations regarding our innocence in the matter," Spinelli explained, resting his chin on Maxie's head and momentarily closing his eyes in pleasure as he breathed in the sweet scent of lilac and vanilla which embodied her.

"Figures that Snape wouldn't believe you," Ron, not looking at Harry or Spinelli, grumbled from his place on the couch.

"Come have a seat," Fred gestured to the two Gryffindors who were still standing just inside the entrance, "regale us with the tale of how you two rascals managed to cheat the Goblet of Fire and become Hogwart's chosen champions for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Fred," Harry sighed, rolling his eyes as he took a seat in one of the offered armchairs, "seriously, we don't know why we were chosen." Spinelli sat in the armchair next to the one Harry had chosen, Maxie curled up next to him and Draco stood guard next to her, feeling extremely conspicuous and not particularly safe.

"C'mon, spill," George's eyes sparkled in anticipation.

"There's nothing to tell," Harry drew a hand through his disheveled hair, throwing an exasperated look in Spinelli's direction.

"The Unfairly Marked One is telling the unblemished truth," Spinelli looked from Fred to George before glancing around Gryffindor's common room, "neither he nor the Jackal of wizardry had a personal hand in their casting as Hogwart's Champions for the honored Triwizard Tournament."

"Then how were you and Harry chosen?" Hermione questioned, tapping a finger to her chin thoughtfully as she pondered, "It must've been the work of a follower of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. You and Harry could be in grave danger," her eyes went wide as she looked from Harry to Spinelli, possibilities of the dangers they could face at the hands of Death Eaters churning in her head.

Her thoughtful gaze lingered on Spinelli for longer than Maxie was comfortable with and the young blonde grasped her friend's hand possessively. She really did not like how Hermione looked at Spinelli and, if she could read people well, and she could, she doubted that Ronald Weasley was enjoying the attention that Spinelli was receiving from the bushy-haired girl either. Hmmm….that might be an angle to work to their mutual advantage. Casting a calculating look in the brooding red-head's direction, she resolved to find an opportunity to talk with him alone.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Honestly Granger, when hasn't Potter here been in grave danger as you somelodramatically put it? He's been a danger magnet since he stepped foot in Hogwarts what with his constant desire for fame as the hallowed Boy-Who-Lived. I bet he put his own name in the Goblet and coerced Spinelli here to join him." He jerked a thumb in the former hacker's direction.

"Why are you here again?" George glared at Draco who sneered in return.

"You saw what happened to Fred and George when they tried to get past Dumbledore's age restrictions," Hermione gestured toward the twins, giving them a reproachful glare which caused each to look away hastily, "neither of them succeeded and, no offense Harry or Damien, but, well, being as we are only fourth years and given that, well, Harry, you are not particularly brilliant when it comes to Potions," Hermione bit her lower lip, "I just don't see how either of you could have fooled Dumbledore's underage restrictions, well, not unless you were actually older than you appear to be."

Maxie glared daggers in the young witch's direction. That girl was just too nosy for her own good. She would have to do something to dissuade the brown-haired know-it-all, goody-goody from pursuing her current train of thought. She doubted that it would be a good thing for the young witch to learn that both she and Spinelli were in fact twenty-something years old rather than the fourteen-year-olds they appeared to be. Professor McGonagall would no doubt have a coronary and Professor Snape, Maxie scowled in thought, would probably hex them all into oblivion regardless of anyone's innocence in the matter. Hermione Granger would simply need to be brought down a peg or two. That decided, Maxie snuggled closer to Spinelli.

"The Brilliant One has a most excellent point," Spinelli smiled nervously. In reality, he was twenty-something, even if he didn't feel like it. He shivered at the thought of what might happen should the truth be ascertained and become common knowledge at Hogwarts. What would the Sinisteresque Potions Professor do to him should Hermione learn the truth?

The professor had been livid when his and Harry's names had issued from the Goblet of Fire. He had never had anger turned on him in such a manner, at least not that he could recall. He knew that there were events in his past that he couldn't remember, some side-effect of the age reversal, but he doubted that he had ever been on the receiving end of such antagonism. Even when the Jackal had sworn truthfully that he had not entered his name into the contest, the Sinisteresque One's anger had not relented.

Sure, the fame and glory of the Triwizard Tournament had appealed to him. Just the thought of standing in the winning circle with Maximista at his side, beaming proudly had caused him to seriously consider entering the contest. He wanted nothing more than to prove himself worthy of Maximista and his new friends, but he knew that he was not ready for it. He had only been studying magic for the past two months after all.

No, he had not entered his name in the contest, though inside he had ached to do so, to prove himself to the woman he loved and to someone else who lingered at the edge of his memory. Someone whose name kept slipping from conscious grasp. Someone whom he instinctually knew he wanted, no, needed, to prove himself to. If only he could remember his name and what the nature of their relationship had been. Was this ever elusive emotionally-detached man he kept dreaming of his father or was he a figment of his over-active imagination?

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A/N: Sorry that this is so short and that it has been a long time in coming. I apologize for not updating in a timelier manner. Please forgive me and please, please (if you don't mind), review. Thank you to Average Everyday Sane Psycho and Suerum for their encouragement as well as to those of you who reviewed (I really treasure each and every review).