Chapter 2: Wait, you're what now?

"See? I told you Malfoy did it!"

Draco Malfoy turned and looked at Ron Weasley. "Salazar, but I forgot how much I used to hate you, Weasel." He looked back at Harry, "I'll never understand why you chose him over me."

"Sorry, Drakiepoo, but I'm just not into blondes." Harry smirked at his sort of friend.

"Really?" Asked Draco, raising an eyebrow while looking back at Daphne Greengrass, who was still screaming at her sister behind her privacy wards. "I've had the misfortune of walking in on you on any number of occasions when you've been into a blonde." Harry's face flushed red enough to make a Weasley jealous.

Meanwhile, Ron was simply staring at the two of them in utter confusion. "Whaaa?" He managed to stammer out.

"Some things never change, I guess." Draco said with a smile.

Hemione Granger had managed to process through the overload of information coming at her by this point. With an air of grim determination, she drew her wand and leveled it at Harry. "Not to sound too cliched, but who are you, and what have you done with Harry?" Most of the other students had left the hall by this point, but those that remained fixated on the confrontation with great interest.

"Why, Hermione, whatever do you mean?" Harry asked, seemingly with no worry at the wand in his face.

"Harry Potter would never joke around with Draco Malfoy. They hate each other. Who are you?"

Draco snorted, "It's not so much I hated him, but more frowned upon his existence."

"For fuck's sake, Draco, shut it for a minute." Harry growled out at him, then looked back to Hermione, "Believe it or not, I am Harry Potter."

"Prove it." Hermione did not move her wand and inch.

"I think, Mr. Potter, that it would be in the best interests of all here to answer Miss Granger in a more private setting." Albus Dumbledore interjected. He was starting to have a horrible suspicion of what had happened, and he did not think it needed to be public knowledge. "How about we move to the side chamber the other champions are in, we need to deal with them as well." As if summoned by his words, Madam Maxine stormed out of the side chamber.

"What in the world is going on, Dumblydore?" she exclaimed. "What is taking so long? And what is this nonsense about a second Hogwarts champion?" Karkaroff and the other three champions followed her back into the Great Hall. Dumbledore sighed. So much for privacy, he thought.

"My dear Madam, all will be explained in short order. Suffice to say, we have run into some complications and difficulties. Now, if we could all…"

"NO!" Hermione cut Dumbledore off with a shout. "I want to know what happened to my best friend, and I want to know right bloody now!" Hermione Granger cursing took everyone by surprise and earned her the full attention of the Hall. "Every year something terrible happens because we all just stand around and allow it! Not again, not on my watch!" Throughout her impassioned declaration, her eyes never left Harry, despite the tears starting to appear in them. Everyone in the Great Hall was waiting with bated breath to see wait happened next.

"Hermione…" Harry started, then stopped. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, slowly let it out, then looked around. About half of the students of Hogwarts were still in the Great Hall. A good portion of the visiting students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were still in the Hall as well. The professors had formed a loose circle around himself and Draco, and he was amused to notice they all had their wands in a loose but ready grip. Flitwick and Sprout were next to the privacy ward that Daphne continued to ream out her sister in. They too, appeared ready to deal with any unpleasantness that might come from within Daphne's wards. Harry knew he was good but taking on the Professors of Hogwarts all at once was the height of stupidity. He was going to have to handle this very carefully. He looked over at Malfoy, and silently prayed the man would keep his snarky comments to himself.

Looking back at Hermione, Harry prepared to make his case. "Hermione, I assure you, I am Harry. Just… Harry with a few more kilometers on him."

She sniffed. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I'm honestly not sure what I should say here. You want me to tell you something that only Harry would know?" He asked the distraught young witch. She nodded at him, not trusting her voice anymore. "Okay, er, how about…" Harry looked toward the enchanted ceiling for a moment. "Oh! I know! At the end of our first year, when we thought we were chasing after Snape, just before I left you to cross the fire, you said there are more important things than books and cleverness." He smiled as her eyes went wide. "Things like friendship and…"

"Bravery and…" Hermione whispered the rest of that saying, "Oh, Harry!" She dropped her wand to her side and threw her arms around the scrawny boy's neck in one of her trademark hugs. Harry noted that her fourteen-year-old self still squeezed a bit too much. "What happened too you? What was that light? Did something come out of your scar? I know you didn't put your name in the Goblet, but do you have any idea how it came out? Why are you acting so chummy with Malfoy? Why were the Greengrass sisters knocked out as well? What…"

"Hermione!" Harry cut the girl off with a laugh and smile, "Slow down a minute, would you? Give me a chance, and I'll answer all of your questions." Hermione blushed at her best friend.

"Sorry, Harry, but you know how I get."

"Yes, and I'm very happy to say you never change."

At this, Draco snorted and joined in, "Well, you wouldn't say that if you had to work with Granger in a lab every day." Hermione just blinked at him.

"Quiet, you!" Harry shot over his shoulder. "Ignore him," Harry said, looking back at Hermione. "He has an over inflated sense of his comedic worth." Harry shook his head, then focused back on the conversation. "To start with what happened to me, or us I suppose, well…uh, I'm not really sure. See, Malfoy here brought something home with him that he probably shouldn't have. I can't really be held…"

"OI!" Draco interrupted him. "I bring work home all the time, with no problems or issues. Hell, Granger herself here signed off on it!" Hermione blinked at him in utter confusion. "Astoria and I do some of our best work at home! I can't help it if her bumbling brother-in-law drops by with no warning and starts playing with things!" Draco looked a bit upset.

"You invited us over for dinner!"

"No, we invited Daphne. You just keep tagging along."

Harry ignored that. "That thing had no business outside of the Department! And you had it just sitting out on your fucking coffee table like a fancy fucking vase!" Harry was never one to back down from a confrontation with Malfoy. He had been trying to keep calm, but events were starting to catch up to him. "It was glowing! As soon as Daph and I walked in. All I did was put a finger on it, and then…"

"You! Put! A! Fucking! Finger! On! It!" Draco yelled right back. "Your twenty-five years old and the goddamned Head Auror! How have you not learned to keep your hands off strange magical devices by now?" Draco placed his fingers on his forehead and started to rub his temples with his thumbs. "I'd expect this from Weasley, but you are supposed to have some brains in that thick head of yours!"

At this, Ron lost his confused expression, and started to glare at Draco. The tips of his ears began to turn red, never a good sign. Draco and Harry did not notice. Nor did they notice Daphne's wards dropping.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" "DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!"

That, they did notice. Very few things in life will grab a man's attention as well as his wife bellowing out his full name. Daphne and Astoria Greengrass were not shy with their volume. For their part, Harry, and Draco both gasped, winced their eyes, and slumped their shoulders. They knew those tones of voice, and their night had just taken a turn for the worse. Hermione, Ron, and Dumbledore, all three sensing danger, took a step back from the two boys, leaving them quite alone to face the coming storm of angry, blond, young witch.

The sister's shared a quick glance as they stormed over, Pomphrey, Flitwick, and Sprout following close behind them. Pomphrey was still running medicals scanning spells at the two sisters. In the glance, it was decided that Astoria would get to go first. "Just what were you thinking leaving that thing out in the living room when you knew I had invited Daphne and Harry over for dinner?" Draco looked abashed at this. "You know the man has to touch every sparkly thing he sees! I know you like to show off the stuff you work on, but Hermione had probably told him about it already!" Astoria crossed her arms and tapped her foot while glaring at Draco.

"Ha!" Harry shared a triumphant grin with Ron, "I told you it wasn't my fault! See, if you had just…"

"I'd stop there while I'm ahead, my dear." Daphne interrupted him with a very frosty voice. "He may have left it out on the table, but you were the one who had to reach out and touch it! You know better than that! For Merlin's sake you are not a child!" Her voice was steadily rising as she went on. Daphne placed her hands on the slight, yet noticeable bump on her belly. "We have our own child on the way, I don't need you to be one as well. Merlin knows how difficult this will be now that you managed to send us back to Hogwarts!" Now Harry was looking at the floor in shame. Everyone else in the Great Hall was staring in shock at what Daphne had just accidentally revealed.

"Oh, Harrikins, oh my boy! Did you… did you really… you shagged the Ice Queen?" Fred Weasley, in true Weasley Twin fashion, was the first one to break the silence.

Coming up behind him, and clapping Harry on the back, George Weasley added his thought, "You are the official king of Gryffindor. I'm so proud of you I could cry." He looked like he just might do that as well. Harry just stammered a bit.

"Well, really guys, its just, er, what I mean is…" Harry was blushing like mad now. Astoria was still glaring at an amused Draco, and Daphne turned her gaze on the twins.

"Just what do you two idiots mean by all of that?" Fred and George both shut up and gulped at her tone of voice

"Albus, what is this madness going on at your school!" Igor Karkaroff exclaimed, the first of the adults in the room to regain his voice. "You promised a safe and professional environment for our schools to come into. Now you have two champions and muggle drama being played out in your Great Hall?"

"When Potter is involved, idiotic drama is never far behind" Severus Snape snarked out. He still had his wand leveled at Harry, and looked a bit put out that Harry was ignoring it. "The brat could hardly let an event such as this go without finding a way to insert himself into the middle of it. Just like his…"

"Thank you, Severus." McGonagall growled out at the man. The man's attitude was the last thing they needed right now. "We can do without your personal commentary on the situation. Mr. Potter is hardly the only student caught up in this. Two from your own house, no less. Why don't you focus on them, and leave Mr. Potter and the younger Miss Greengrass to myself and Professor Flitwick?" Severus sneered at her but closed his mouth on his comments.

"Quite." Dumbledore agreed with her. "Igor, please gather your students and take them back to your ship for the night. My dear Maxine, why don't you do the same with your students? Once you have them settled, you can return with your champions, and we can hopefully get to the bottom of this." The heads of the foreign schools nodded reluctant agreements and began to gather up their students. Fleur Delacour and Victor Krum simple stepped back and to the side, trying to stay out of the way. Neither one wanted to miss a minute of the unfolding drama.

Meanwhile, the students had been having quite the conversation amongst themselves. The most beautiful girl in the school can hardly announce she is having the baby of the most famous boy in said school without raising quite a stir. While Daphne was still glaring at the Weasley twins, their little sister, Ginny, had started staring at Daphne's belly with a broken-hearted expression and tears rolling down her cheeks. Hermione turned to Harry and did not look much better. "Harry, have you really been sleeping with Greengrass? How could you? And a child, Harry?"

Harry took another deep, calming breath. He found himself doing that a lot tonight. "Hermione, its really not what it looks like."

"Really? You didn't throw your first time away on a girl you hardly know?"

"No." Harry answered with an amused grin. "I didn't. I know that girl quite well."

"When did you start getting to know snakes, mate?" Ron finally spoke up. "I mean, she's a right fit bird and all, but you know they are all mini Deatheaters in…OW! Bloody hell Hermione, that hurt!" Ron stopped his tirade and rubbed his side where Hermione had just elbowed him.

"Don't be rude, Ronald! That is no way to speak to a girl!" Hermione was not amused by her other best friend's words. "Girls are not 'fit birds', and not all Slytherin's are Dark Wizards!"

Daphne had shifted her glare to Ron as well and was gripping her wand a tad bit tighter. "Its amazing to me that you survived your teenage years to grow up and become a decent man, Weasley."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at the blond girl. "What does that mean?"

At the same time Draco, obviously holding back laughter stated, "Besides, Granger, dear Daphne was hardly Harry's first time."

"Draco! Our personal life is not your business." "For Godric's sake, Malfoy, shut it!" Harry and Daphne both hissed out at the boy under their breath. Unfortunately for them, it was lost behind Seamus's exclaim of "Really? Who was then? Only, we have a pool running in the dorms…"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I do know its between two witches, but I'm not sure who got to boy wonder here first."

"Malfoy, I'm warning you…"

"Nonsense, Potter, don't you know your exploits are legendary among the men of our Hogwarts year? We all raise toasts to you at the reunions you like to skip."

"And you wonder why I skip them."

"What do you mean, 'reunions? We are still in school!" Ron was still sounding lost, but Hermione was starting to get an alarmed look us understanding on her face.

"Oh my god…" she whispered. "That's simply not possible, and yet…"

"Enough of that, give us the gossip Malfoy! Who made Harry a man?" Seamus was like a dog with a bone. Harry glared at him.

"Draco, stop stirring up drama!" Astoria scolded him. "Besides, it hardly matters now."

"Exactly, it hardly matters, just some harmless info." Draco grinned at Seamus; a look the various Gryffindor's found a little disturbing on the face of a boy they usually only saw sneers on. "Again, I'm not positive who was first, but I think it was Granger," said girl let out a strangled sounding squeak, "but the Weaslette could very well have gotten there first. They did spend an awful lot of time in broom closets." At this, Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands, Daphne and Astoria both smacked Draco on the back of his head, Hermione's face turned bright red, and Ron, Fred, and George all leveled rather threatening glares at Harry. It was all interrupted by a loud thump.

Ginny Weasley had fainted dead away.

"Our master says the plan remains unchanged. Ensure Potter wins the tournament. Do not let other events distract you from your task."

Barty Crouch Jr, wearing the body of Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, read and re-read the words on the enchanted parchment he used to keep in contact with Wormtail and his master. As soon as the Potter boy and the others had been enveloped in light, and then collapsed, he had snuck away to inform his Lord of the development. He detested collaborating with the coward Wormtail, but the rat had his Lord's trust at the moment, and Barty would do as Lord Voldemort told him.

Hiding away the parchment in one of the old Auror's trunk compartments, ignoring the groan from the bottom of it, Barty headed back out to the Great Hall. He took the time walking back to put himself back into the head space of Mad-Eye. It was not hard for Barty. Being a Deatheater in the halls of Hogwarts naturally made one paranoid to an obscene level: simply perfect for Mad-Eye. Barty had a great love for theatre and drama as a young boy, and it now served him well in his tasks for his Lord.

Walking back into the Great Hall, Barty arrived to see the four students affected by the light show awake now. The two Greengrass girls where glaring at the Malfoy boy, and Barty was quite disappointed to see that brat up and about simply fine, and Potter was helping the Weasley girl up from the ground, while her brothers looked ready to fight him. He decided to hang back and try and figure out what was going on. He subtly cast a spell to enhance his hearing and began to listen in on the various conversations going on.

"Look, I'm just saying, Potter and Malfoy have played up this hatred act since first year far too much. They must be covering for a secret love, and now Potter betrayed him with Greengrass!"

"That's absurd! No one has ever even seen Potter and Greengrass together."

"What are you talking about? Slytherins' and Gryffindor's share half their classes together!"

"Yeah, but they don't talk to each other in them."

"It would be like Bloods and Crypts talking to each other."

"What in Rowena's name are Bloods and Crypts?"

"Forget it."

"I wonder why the nargles have brought them on such a long journey back to this place?"

"So, I'm just saying, if he really shagged Ginny, he'll be dead by morning. She has six older brothers, and three of them are already graduated."

"I never would have thought Granger could put a book down long enough to do something like that."

"Maybe she was reading during the fun."

"That wouldn't say much for Potter's skill at fun, now, would it?"

"The little Weasley will probably declare blood feud on House Greengrass."

"Why is Malfoy so worried about what Greengrass has to say? He never gives a damn about anything other than his father?"

"Yeah, both he and Potter are acting like my dad when mum catches him stumbling in after a night at the pub with the lads."

"Look, if Potter got Greengrass up the duff, they'll have to leave the school."

"No, that rule was tossed out years ago."

"I'm just saying, Justin, Harry is a god among men. Greengrass, Granger, and Weasley? I mean, look at them! I'd give my left…Ow! Damn it, Susan, stop bloody hitting me!"

What the bloody hell was going on? If Potter was knocking up pureblood girls, his master's plan could be in danger. But how? He was not even sure that Potter had noticed girls yet. Barty had been watching the boy like a hawk, and he never talked to anyone outside of Gryffindor. Hell, he barely even talked to anyone there. Other than the Weasleys and Granger, Harry kept to himself. The boy seemed to struggle in social settings, and thus he avoided them as much as he could. It made keeping an eye on him much easier than Barty was originally expecting.

Barty shook his head, listening to the students was leaving him with more questions than he started with. He turned his attention to the grouping of Professors, who all still had wands drawn and were prepared for a conflict. Karkaroff and Maxine were heading their students out of the Hall. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick were in a loose huddle. Barty moved a little closer to them.

"Now, I fear I may know what has happened," Dumbledore was saying, "and I do not believe it is a conversation we should be having in front of the whole school."

"It's a little late for that now, Albus. Everyone here has heard enough for the speculation to never end. Too many people have seen and heard what happened." Flitwick was not a fan of the Headmaster's tendency to keep secrets. "You may as well tell us."

"What is there to tell?" Severus asked with a sneer. "Potter has made a spectacle of himself again. Now I fear he has drug one of my most promising students into his games and ruined her life in the process."

"Severus, this hatred of Mr. Potter is ridiculous. You are a thirty-six-year-old man! It would cause you no harm to act like it!" Minerva McGonagall was tired of putting up the bitter man's grudged against dead men. "He may look like his father, but he is far more like his mother. Seeing as you were a childhood friend of Lily's, one would think that would matter to you."

"That brat is nothing like Lily! Don't disgrace her memory by…"

"You, Severus, are the only disgrace to Lily's memory around here!" Flitwick huffed out. "If you have nothing positive to add, kindly shut your mouth before you find it shut for you!"

"Come now, Filius, that is hardly a helpful attitude." Dumbledore gently rebuked the small man. "And I have told you many a time that young Harry is not his father, Severus. I beg you to let it go." Snape sniffed and looked away. "Fine then," Dumbledore continued, "Now, is Miss Greengrass truly with child?" He asked Poppy Pomphrey who had just joined them.

"Yes, I'm afraid. Daphne is about four months pregnant, and aware of it. Astoria is about a week along, and I don't think she knows yet." The three professors snaped their heads to the med witch at that.

Minerva grasped her chest and gasped. "They both are pregnant?" Poppy nodded. "And you know who the fathers are?"

"Not with Astoria, I haven't had a chance to talk with her yet. Daphne, though says that the father is her husband, Mr. Potter."

"That's…that's simply not possible!"

"Miss Greengrass is from…"

"Mrs. Potter, according to her, actually." Poppy interrupted Severus. Snape glared at her.

"Miss Greengrass is a pureblooded witch from an upstanding family with vast connections. There is simply no way she would be able to marry a… colorful… individual like Potter without every media outlet in our world putting it on the front page. Especially at their age. Not to mention it would require approval from the girls' parents, which would not have come quietly." Severus thought the whole thing was beyond ridiculous. "The Potter brat has obviously forced her into something."

"Well," continued Poppy, "I wouldn't know if it made the newspapers or not. The two won't be married for about 9 years." Poppy could really use a shot of Firewhiskey right now. McGonagall gasped again, and Flitwick fell over with a squeak. Severus's eyebrows rose on his forehead and his sneer vanished. Dumbledore simply sighed.

"It is as I fear. The four of them have traveled back in time, and from what I've picked up, they did not do it willingly." He sighed again. "As soon as the Ministry gets wind of this, they could be in for an unpleasant time. Minerva, we may have to provide sanctuary. Filius, can you contact the girls' parents and get them here as soon as possible?"

"Right away, Albus." The little man scurried off. Albus looked over to the travelers. He could see Harry trying to explain something and to and calm down the Weasley boys while backing away from their sister. Draco looked to be apologizing to Astoria for something, and Daphne was fending off Hermione and her questions. If Harry was still alive over nine years from now… No, he thought, I mustn't get ahead of myself. I must sit down and talk with Harry before things become even more confusing.

Dumbledore looked over at his defense professor. "Alastor," he called out, "keep an eye on our four affected students. Make sure nothing happens to them, particularly Harry. We still need to sort out the mess with the Goblet."

"Aye, right you are, Albus." Barty spoke out loud for the first time that night, as he and Dumbledore began walking toward the group of teenagers. "Are they really from the future? They still look like snot nosed kids…" Barty's mind was racing. How could Potter be from the future? The Dark Lord had plans for the boy, plans he would not survive. Did Barty fail? Did the boy somehow defeat The Dark Lord again? This might change everything, especially if he could pry future knowledge from the boy to give to his Master.

"I believe it to only be their minds, or perhaps their souls that have traveled, Alastor." Dumbledore explained.

At hearing the Headmaster's voice grow closer, Harry looked up and his eyes locked on to Barty's.

The magic of Harry Potter flared and pulsed, and his eye's filled with a rage Barty had only seen a handful of times in his life. Mainly from Frank Longbottom as he was forced to listen to his wife scream all those years ago. Potter straightened up to his full, yet still short for his age, height and his wand appeared in his hand. He no longer looked like an awkward teenager.

No, Harry Potter looked like a warrior, and his full attention was on the man using Polyjuice to look like Mad-Eye. Barty felt fear creep up his spine. Daphne Greengrass (or was it Potter now?) seemed to sense the change in Harry and quickly took a stance at his side, her power flaring around her as well, and almost seeming to merge with Potter's. The Malfoy brat and the other Greengrass chit were only a second behind the possible Potter's.

These for may look like teenagers, Barty thought, but they were clearly no strangers to combat. All for of them were in loose, ready stances. No silly school yard dueling poses. They were ready, and willing to fight. Hell, Potter seemed to be looking forward to it.

His green eyes blazing with barely restrained power, Potter finally spoke:

"Hello, Barty. Fancy seeing you here."

A/N: Wow. That is all I can say to the reception for this story. I didn't not expect this response. It was overwhelming, supportive, and amazing, all in one. Thank you all so much for taking the time to read!

This is just a silly little idea that I had, and I'm still not sure if it's a crack fic or not. I guess the story will let me know as we go along! Thank you again for the great reception, it really means a lot to me.