"If You See A Fork In The Road, Take It"

He blinked.

Barty Crouch Jr. had specifically elected to "watch" over the Goblet of Fire during the midnight watch so that he'd have the perfect opportunity to confund the cup into selecting Harry Potter as champion. He also had to make sure that none of the Death Eaters had to sit through watching their child ultimately lose to Potter.

So then who was that strange man standing in the doorway to the Great Hall? He didn't recognize him, and the Eye of Vance that he'd taken from Alastor Moody didn't do anything to help either.

The stranger smirked. "I know you. I have a mission, and my goals are almost in line with yours. I just need to... adjust you for a moment."

Before Crouch could react, the stranger had already acted with his spells. "You will confund the Goblet of Fire into accepting Harry Potter as a fourth champion. You will conveniently forget to confund the Goblet into ignoring Slytherin House. You will not interfere with the Third Task."

With his work done, the stranger walked off into the night, ready to watch the changes he had wrought.

The Great Hall was packed to the gills with students. Dumbledore smiled; his Age Line had worked wonderfully, and beyond that Harry had never even tried to enter his name.

So why did he feel uneasy?

Paper Number One. "The champion for Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour!" A smattering of applause for the girl; the males were more enthusiastic than the females, lending weight to the Veela Heritage theory. Paper Number Two. "The champion for Durmstrang is... Victor Krum!" The applause this time was far more enthusiastic. Paper Number Three. "The champion for Hogwarts is..."

He hesitated for the briefest of moments. "I will remind the student body to remain civil. The champion for Hogwarts is... Cassius Warrington!"

As expected, only the foreign wizards and Slytherin House applauded. All the other houses booed and jeered; some students had the appalling nerve to throw things at their champion. Cassius, surprisingly, neither flinched nor faltered in his step - he walked with his head held high into the side room. He made a mental note to speak with the other heads about this. With a wave of his wand he silenced the jeering crowd. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering on your..."

Dumbledore faltered as sparks from the Goblet of Fire caught his eye. A fourth champion was being decided. He snatched the paper out of the air and cleared his throat, his heart sinking. "Harry Potter."

The (non-Slytherin) student body erupted in joyous applause.