Disclaimer: Harry Potter and it's various associated properties are owned by JK Rowling and not myself.
Harry had just reached into his storage compartment for a new quill when the air around him rippled and he found himself sitting outside, table and all. He blinked in the sudden light and noise from the large crowd filing the stands surrounding the area.
"Harry did you forget about the tournament?" Dumbledore asked concerned from where he sat with the judges at the Tri-Wizard.
Harry looked... off. Normally Harry looked like he'd stepped off the pages of Oliver Twist, a half starved beggar with messy hair and poor posture, but at the moment Harry looked quite different, he looked well fed, he was dressed extraordinarily well, and his hair and posture both looked perfect, though it looked like he was missing half an arm.
Harry's arm reappeared holding a quill which he set on the table before standing up. The table piled high with papers and books, vanished a moment later. "What's all this then?" he asked completely confused.
"It's probably just a side effect of the Goblet being forced to summon him," Karkaroff sneered.
"Harry, I don't have time to explain now, but you have to compete in the tournament. Since you weren't here, the Goblet summoned you, which seems to have affected your memory. I'll have Madam Pomphrey look you over after you compete in the first event."
Harry nodded and followed a chubby older wizard who lead him into a tent.
"Now that Potter is here we can begin," he commented.
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Harry stepped out into the arena opposite an enormous dragon that roared and blew a huge cone of flame into the air before slamming a spiked tail into the ground, warning him from coming near her nest, atop which a golden egg glittered brightly.
"Begin!" a voice announced and Harry considered his options as he carefully stepped forward. Lockhart had taught him that it wasn't enough to win, you had to look good doing it, and a lot of trouble could be avoided by convincing people that going against you was useless. Pulling his wand from his sleeve, without varying his stride, he cast a bubblehead charm, but instead of tapping his own head he flicked his wand forward and the tip vanished for an instant, though it was impossible to notice from over a foot away, and a rainbow sheen encompassed the Dragon's head for a moment, which also went completely unnoticed as everyone had been staring at Harry.
The dragon breathed flame again and roared, but Harry continued forward as if it was of no consequence. To the spectators it looked like the dragon was afraid of Harry as it began to pant for breath and tremble at his approach, falling unconscious while he was still a dozen feet away. Harry ignored the roar of the crowd, pretending he wasn't concerned as he picked up the golden egg and departed, casting a wandless finite only after he was out of range of possible retaliation.
The judges were just scoring him when a pair of Aurors appeared with a second Harry Potter.
It was instant pandemonium.
"Quiet!" Dumbledore yelled, casting a blasting charm to get everyone's attention. "Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes," both Harry's agreed.
"Harry James Potter?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes," they both repeated while watching each other curiously.
"He was taken into custody by order of the Ministry," one of the Aurors said. "Turns out it was a paperwork mixup, so we're just returning him now."
"I would like to see that paperwork," Dumbledore said, ignoring there being two Harry's for the moment. "As I gave no authorization, nor was I notified one of the students under my care was to be arrested as is required."
"It came straight from the Minister's office, but it turned out to be a mistake," the Auror said nervously.
"A mistake that could have cost him his magic," Dumbledore said angrily, as he saw this for what it was, an attack on one of his students.
"Never mind that," Karkaroff said, "how can there be two of him?"
"Yes, how are there two of me?" the newly arrived Harry asked.
"Don't look at me, I was summoned here by some Goblet," Harry said with a shrug.
"You're a Ravenclaw," Harry said, surprised.
"And you're a Gryffindor?" Harry replied confused.
"Let's tally up the scores you can settle this later," the chubby older wizard from earlier said.
"Very well," Dumbledore agreed. Waving his wand, Dumbledore created a ribbon that spelled out ten. "I award ten points for the first task."
The enormous woman sitting next to him gave Harry a nine, and the surly brooding man on the end scored him a six, which caused a lot of booing from the stands.
"If you two will kindly see Madam Pomphrey, perhaps she can shed some light on the matter," Dumbledore said waving them towards the medical tent.
Harry nodded and put the egg in storage, his hand and part of his arm vanishing for a moment as he did so, causing the Gryffindor Harry to raise an eyebrow and ask, "How did you do that?"
"Every year I've had people trying to kill me," Ravenclaw Harry said. "So I've developed quite a few tricks. However if people knew how I did things that makes it easier for them to figure ways around them to attack me, so I never explain. Instead I quote an ancient philosopher and brilliant tactician who, when asked how he did what he did, simply replied, 'Fuck you, that's how.'"
Gryffindor Harry laughed and held open the tent flap for Ravenclaw Harry to enter, who then got hit with a brown haired missile who squeezed him tightly and spoke too fast to be understood.
"What the hell?!" Ron exclaimed.
"Language!" Hermione scolded, letting go of Harry and noting there was two of them. "What the hell?!"
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed only to be ignored.
"Harry," Hermione said cautiously, "why is there two of you?"
"Ravenclaw?" Ron asked, being the first one who noticed his robe's trim.
"They summoned me with the Goblet," Ravenclaw Harry said. "Apparently that has something to do with it. Call me Potter, if you don't mind."
"Ron, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, as he thought over Ron's earlier reactions to his being champion.
"I... I think someone's trying to kill you," Ron admitted. "When you faced that dragon... er, when Potter faced that dragon, I thought I was going to puke."
"I told you," Harry said, "I didn't enter my name in the tournament."
"I know and I should have listened... I'm sorry," Ron said with a wince as if in pain.
"Well... at least you know now," Harry said accepting his apology. "Wait, does this mean I don't have to compete?"
"I still need an explanation for what's going on," Potter reminded them, just before Madam Pomphrey got finished checking on the others and entered the tent.
"Harry?" she said surprised, having been busy and not seen the events outside the tent.
"I go by Potter for now," Ravenclaw Harry explained. "I was the one who retrieved the egg."
"How did you do that?" Hermione wondered.
"Fuck you, that's how," Potter said calmly.
"Watch the language please," Pomphrey said primly.
"I'm just quoting an ancient tactician," Potter said firmly. "Telling everyone how you do things when people are out to get you is a sure fire way to get killed."
"Be that as it may, please find an alternate wording in my presence, please," the school nurse said, already concentrating on her scans.
"Of course Madam," Potter replied.
"You two are closer than twins," she said after she'd completed her scans. "You you need to eat more," she told Harry. "And-"
"Confidentiality," Potter interrupted her before she could say anything about him.
"Right." She blushed a little. "You're both fine and both Harry James Potter, as far as I can tell."
"And this is normal?" Hermione asked after a momentary silence.
"No, but strange things happen with magic," Pomphrey said with a shrug. "If you'd seen some of the things I've seen over the last twenty years you'd never need hair straightener."
"Is there a procedure for this?" Hermione asked.
"Normally we simply send a letter home to their parents and let them file an additional birth announcement with the Ministry," Pomphrey said with a shrug. "This is by no means common, but similar things have occurred."
"Time turner accidents?" Potter guessed.
"At least twice that I know of," Pomphrey agreed. "It seems to be split between both vanishing from existence and being left with two people, so no one in their right mind intentionally tries to recreate such an incident."
"So we can't return him home?" Harry asked. "No offense, I just figured you'd rather be home than here."
Potter shook his head. "One Hogwarts is as good as another to me, and in this one I get to shed that stupid Boy-Who-lived nonsense."
"No one has managed to prove they've successfully sent someone to a parallel universe much less a certain one," Pomphrey said. "I'm afraid you'll just have to deal with having a twin."
"I guess that means I've got a brother now," Harry said.
Ron froze for a second as a horrible thought hits him. "You don't play seeker for Ravenclaw, do you?"
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