"Harry Potter" read Dumbledore from the fourth piece of paper that got out of the goblet of fire.

Noise around the Great Hall of Hogwarts rose, as people tried to wrap their heads around what was happening.

Harry was there, completely stunned, not even wanting to believe that his year of peace wasn't not going to became true, for the fourth time in a row.

"harry, please, go join the others" said the Headmaster, with confusion and concern noticeable on his voice.

But he just stayed there, unable to move, his mind trying to process what was happening 'how can there be another champion? And how can it be me, I'm just fourteen. And why, why again does it have to be me?'

An elbow on the back from his best friend brought him back to reality, and he got up and started walking across the Hall, barely noticing the silent stares of his Slytherin house mates, the hate filled glares from the Hufflepuffs and the insults from Gryffindors.

As he passed thru the Headmaster, he gave him a sort of an awkward hug, and whispered in his ear with a tense voice "Tonight. Midnight. My office"

With his mind racing, split between the message from the headmaster and the mess he was about to get in, he went thru the door that lead to the trophy room and where the other three champions were waiting for news.

As he got in, this beautiful melodic voice spoke to him "Do they want us back in the salon?" but he barely acknowledged it, moving straight to the quidditch section of the room, and stared at one very particular one.

Seeker

James Potter

1972

Being one of the few connections he had from his father, he just stood there, wondering what Lily and James Potter would think about the life he had been dealt with. All the life-threatening dangers he had survived, and if they'd approved of the path he had chosen to pursue.

He knew he was powerful. He had spent the last three school years making sure of that. He studied the hardest he could. He was the top student of his year and had even gained permission the be in some of the higher year classes. He defeated Lord Voldemort two more times since he had arrived at the school. He had slayed a basilisk. Killed a fully grown dark wizard in his first year. And more recently, he'd fought over one hundred dementors all the once. But the amount of danger the tournament would represent, there was a reason, after all for it to have been discontinued in the pass, and the fact that the other three champions were all seventeen years old wizards, all in their last year of school, gave him a big disadvantage.

Harry's train of thought was interrupted by the voice of a very excited Ludo Bagman "Incredible. Who would have guessed it? A fourth champion!"

Ludo was followed by Dumbledore, Maxime, Karkaroff, as well as Barty Crouch.

"How can this be possible? We demand a second champion for both of our schools" said the Durmstrang Headmaster.

"Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" calmly asked Dumbledore to Harry.

"No, how could i? I'm not seventeen yet" responded Harry, confused as to why he was being accused of something, when he clearly was the victim there.

"Did you ask an older student to put your name for you?"

"Of course I didn't" responded Harry, quickly getting tired of not having Dumbledore believe him.

"Barty, it is your decision" said the Headmaster, and all eyes turned to the ministry representative.

"It- it's a biding magical contract. The boy has to participate, otherwise he'll lose his magic. Its like an Unbreakable vow, I don't think we have a choice!" said a very nervous Crouch.

Harry was now mad, screaming "LOSE MY MAGIC? I never asked for any of this! I don't want to be part of this stupid tournament of yours! I already have enough concerns of my own!"

"Stupid tournament?" said the beautiful voice again, and harry now recognized it as the voice of Fleur Delacour, the beautiful Vella and also the champion for Beauxbatons "One thousand galleons of gold and eternal glory? And you even dare say it's stupid?"

"Eternal glory? You want to speak with me about eternal glory? I'm the fucking boy-who-lived, I already have enough glory on my own. And my family is one of the seven Noble and Most Ancient houses in Britain, I'm richer than I could ever need. I don't need this tournament for noting and I don't want to be a part of it" with this, Harry stormed out of the room, leaving some very angry people and a very surprised Albus Dumbledore behind.

Harry walked around the school for hours, trying to figure out what his next move was going to be. He needed to learn. Faster than classes could provide and spells who were not taught in Hogwarts. He needed to truly learn how to fight. But where could he learn that? Who would teach him? He knew that going to his teachers was useless, Dumbledore had never made an effort to teach him how to fight, and all the teachers were wrapped around his finger. He needed someone outside of school, but who would that be?

The only people of the magical world he knew were his Godfather, Sirius Black, and his former professor, Remus Lupin. But Sirius was a wanted fugitive, and to be honest with himself, Harry knew that the Dog-man had a lot of prejudice with Slytherin, and he didn't know if he had already been able to put that behind him. And Lupin… their relationship had been troubled to say the least, with Harry never understanding why the werewolf had never sough him out in the first thirteen years of his life and being unable to move past that. He had to think of another option. And with that harry remember the summon from Dumbledore. With a quick tempus charm, he noticed he was already ten minutes late, so he hurried to the headmaster's office, angry at the older man, but curious of what he would say in private.

"Please come in harry, take a seat" said Dumbledore, with his calm, grandfather voice.

"Do you believe me, headmaster? Do you believe that I didn't put my name in?" asked a still angry Harry.

"You understand what a difficult position you've put me in? Having to justify to two international schools and governments why, after years of negotiations and preparations for this event we suddenly have two Hogwarts champions? And how hard we'll have to work to adapt the five tasks to now four champions?"

"I didn't put my name in! I don't want any part on this tournament, I already told you that!"

"Then who did, my boy?"

"How would I know? You're the headmaster, you're the one that put the defenses up. And apparently, if I had asked an older student to put it in for me, it would have worked, so at the time I'm not having great faith in your preparations."

"The defenses I put on the Goblet of fire were fine Harry, that's the problem here. This story your telling is really hard to believe."

"Then don't believe it, I don't really care" and for the second time that night, Harry stormed out on Dumbledore.

Harry was angry. Very angry. All we wanted was to be left alone, but he kept being dragged into situations like this.

Arriving into the dungeons, harry entered the Slytherin common room to be met with silent stares from his housemates.

With doubts starting to fill his head about the support from his housemates, he begged "Please, you guys have to believe me"

"So how did you do it?" asked Draco, looking split between jealousy and hate.

"I didn't do it, and you all know it! I was here in this room with a lot of you guys" turning his head to his best friends, he found doubt in Blaise's eyes and a lot of confusion in both Daphne and Tracy's.

"You might have snuck in the middle of the night, when no one was awake" Draco insisted, feeling a lot of enjoyment from pushing Harry to the limit.

Finding no support with his house, not even his best friends, and with all the rage against Dumbledore still very present, Harry Potter couldn't just take it any longer "FINE. I'm out of here"

Realizing, as he left, that now he didn't have a place to sleep Harry started to panic. What would he do? Where would he go?

Trying to figure out where to go, his subconscious gave him an answer, and before he realized it, harry was standing in front of the Girls Bathroom.

After saying hello to Myrtle, he focused on the little snake drawing and hissed.

§ open §

This time, he noticed that another entry was available, this one had stairs. Glad he could avoid the very uncomfortable slide down, he began the long trip down.

Arriving at the main hall of the chamber, Harry noticed that the corpse of the basilisk still laid there, looking just the same as the day it had been killed. Not knowing what to do or why he was even there, harry asked

§ Hello? §

And from deep inside the chamber, a very rusty old voice replied

§ Welcome my heir. Come on inside, we have much to discuss §

AN: This story is just me writing what I would like to read. My type of story, my favorite pairings, all the elements that I seek when I try to find new fanfiction to read.

Harry is in Slytherin, yes, just like he always should have been, its what fits best with him, and with what I'm trying to make of him.

Anyway, thank you for reading, and please review. Only with criticism can we grow.