Ch.1 Strange Complications Means Suspicious Implications

"Harry?"

A concerned voice cause the boy in question to open his eyes. He blinked once. Twice. Even a third time. His eyes focused on the concerned face of Hermione Granger. Where was he? His eyes glanced around him, trying to get his bearings. The room he and Hermione were in was quite large. He noticed that they weren't alone. In fact, it seemed that they were in quite a few people in here with them. It took only seconds to realize where they were, the Great Hall. Harry Potter distinctly noticed that there was absolute silence. All eyes were focused on him. He also noticed that it was incredibly dark as his eyes had to adjust to the semi-darkness that perpetuated around him.

"He's a cheat!"

"He's not even Seventeen yet!"

More voices rose up to object to, each sounding off in Ill-harmonious timing.

The-Boy-Who-Lived blinked in confusion. He was in the Great Hall, but why? He should have been transported back to the Dursley's awaiting his letter. Could he have been sent to a random point in time? Why? Anger slightly flared in him as the thought of Albus Dumbledore flashed in his mind. Did that old man do something?

The Green-eyed boy looked at Hermione with confused eyes. Hermione Granger looked at him with a decidedly worried expression. Her brow furrowed at his look and even more so when he decided to speak.

"What is happening?"

Harry looked around again, trying to discern exactly what is happening and when this was taking place. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Hermione squirm. She looked uncomfortable as she wondered what she should say. Harry turned to her again as she started to explain.

"Well, uh. Your name was called from the Goblet, and suddenly your eyes closed... Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione's voice questioned as she looked at him. Everything had been normal until Harry's name had been called from the Goblet of Fire, announcing him to be a champion to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. She what turned to ask him how he had put his name in when she noticed his eyes closed and his figure slumped.

'The Goblet? That means...'

Harry's eyes answered the question as soon as they came in contact with the magnificent goblet. The Goblet of Fire, with its intricate design and power, was in the center of the Great Hall, and the man known as Albus Dumbledore was there, standing with a slightly singed scrap of paper in hand. Harry glanced around him once more, his eyes falling on Ron, who was looking at him in overt envy.

'So this isn't the timeline where Ron died.'

He stood up; shaking as his senses fully realized the cold temperature of the room. It wasn't just the room temperature, but the stares Harry received were predominately cold, incredulous looks. Harry Potter had been in this exact situation many times. He had faced the stares, the shouts of objection. He walked toward Albus Dumbledore, who had fixed him with a stare that resembled slight surprise. Harry wondered how he should interact with that despicable old man. Should he be rebellious? Should he be subservient? Should he act like he did the very first time he went through this?

"Through there, Harry," The Headmaster said, directing him towards a door. Harry nodded at him, hiding his inner hate for the man as he went to the through the door that he was directed to.

The room Harry had entered into a decent size. It was a trophy room. Dazzling, Metal (and some unknown material) structures were everywhere. Some were moving, while over simply were frozen in their gold, silver, and bronze glory. The other three champions stood before him, each preoccupied. Cedric Diggory was inspecting the trophies before him, a look of astonishment painted his face. The Durmstrang Champion was simply sitting down in one of the three chairs that were placed in the room with his eyes closed. The Beauxbatons champion was pacing back and forth with force. She was anxious, a look of slightly excitement on her face.

"Vat iz it? Do vey need us in zee Great 'All again?" The female champion, Fleur Delacour, Harry remembered, asked as she laid eyes on him. Harry almost chuckled nostalgically at how she was treating him. Harry had remembered Fleur, in some timelines, she had become his lover. In others, she had become a mere martyr for his cause. Fleur was excited and she wanted to know exactly why they sent this boy to them. Did they need them back for something?

The fourth champion just stood there, trying to remember how this situation had originally played out. While he had gone through this situation many times, some of them were so diverse and different that Harry was having a hard time recalling the original incident.

His silence troubled the woman, and she made this known. With a concerned look at him and a nervous gulp she began to speak.

"Vhat is it? 'Az there been a 'mistake?"

Before Harry could gather his wits enough to respond, sounds of rushed footsteps and a door opening interrupted his thoughts.

"There has to be some kind of mistake!" A voice sounded off as the group of headmasters, along with Moody (Crouch Jr.) and Crouch Sr. entered into the room.

"It should have been possible for him to even enter; I thought you had put an age line, Albus!" The same voice continued. Igor Karkaroff continued to voice his complaints. He had done everything it possible to make sure that his champion, Viktor Krum, was the in the best position to win. He will not have some bespectacled kid ruin Durmstrang's chances for eternal glory.

"I did, but it seems that it was not enough." Albus was quite, his eyes locked onto the youngest champion and he made his way to him.

"Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet?" Albus asked softly to the boy.

"Well of course he did!" Igor remarked, " Why wouldn't he!?"

"Trouble," Moody/Crouch Jr. began, "has a way of finding Mr. Potter, whether he wants it or not. I wouldn't be surprised if somebody had hexed that bloody goblet to spit his name out."

"Oh, here we go! Listen, Mad-eye, we don't need your paranoid theories creat-" Igor was cut off by a growl from Moody

"Oh, I am sorry that I am thinking your Death Eater buddies might have something to do with it!

"ENOUGH!" Albus shouted, promptly silencing the two feuding wizards. "Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet?"

The neglected champion looked at his headmaster in the face. Harry's gears were turning as he thought of what he could do. Should he deny it? Should he say that he did? Harry had remembered the one time where he had said "Yes." He had been charged with a crime and sent to Azkaban where he was until he was killed by Voldemort. Harry shivered at the thought of the place.

"No, Sir. I swear I didn't."

"He's lying!" Madame Maxime responded before Albus raised his hand to silence her.

"Are you telling the truth, Harry?"

"Yes, Sir. I am."

All eyes were still on Harry, even as he finished speaking. His hands were balled up into fists as he began to think about what had happened. He had mysteriously been transported back to his fourth year, right before the Triwizard Tournament. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it should be. He should be at the Dursley's, getting picked on by Dudley. Something had gone wrong, and it made Harry feel suspicious. Suspicious at the one man who could have done this to him, Albus Dumbledore. Ever since he had found out exactly what that deceiving Headmaster was up to, Harry had hated him. He was the sole reason why he and his friends had to fight, die and suffer. Dying for Dumbledore's plan was bullshit and Harry wanted nothing of it, but he knew what happens if you directly opposed Dumbledore. On different occasions, on different timelines, Harry had opposed him, and even killed the man himself, only to be played the fool and cut down by his followers or worse, by his own friends. The old man must have had a hand in sabotaging Harry's attempt to save him and his friends for the last time.

Harry's fists tightened. He really hated him. He hated Dumbledore so much and it angered Harry that he had to deal with him every time he went back. His thoughts must have occupied him for some time because his thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice calling his name.

"Harry?"

Harry blinked, his thoughts evaporating as Albus pierced his with a stare. The look of concern the Headmaster was wearing made Harry's Anger flare up slightly. That man doesn't deserve to wear that look.

"Sorry, Sir."

"It grieves me to say, Harry that you will have to compete."

Harry nodded, showing that he understood what Albus was saying. He knew that this would have to happen if he any chance to save his friends from the sorrowful fate that awaited them.

Harry was laying in his four poster bed, thinking to himself. He thought and thought, and the more he thought, the angrier he got. Even though he was back, and he was beyond happy to see Hermione and his friends alive again, he had no idea how he could save them. It frustrated him to no end. It was bullshit. No. It was beyond bullshit. He turned onto his left and tried to sleep.

"Harry, how'd you do it?"

Ron's voice was quite, and it surprised Harry that he was awake. His mouth became a thin line as his mind flashed through the many times he had this very same discussion.

"Ron, I didn't do anything. I swear I have no idea how my name got into the Goblet."

"...Yeah, Ok."

Harry grimaced; he knew what was coming next.

"I just thought, you know, that you would tell your best mate how you did it. Maybe we could have done it together..."

Harry turned to look towards Ron. He pierced the red-head with a glare that made Ron squirm. Harry didn't bother to respond. He just went to sleep.

A/N Note: Another short chapter. This is short due to the fact that I needed a chapter that showed where Harry ended up, while not giving to much away. Oh, and by the way. This isn't going to be one of those "We have to stick as close to the timeline as possible so that I can know the future" fics. This Harry is not afraid to change the timeline in order to attempt to save his friends or striving towards that goal. He isn't going to act like he was in the original. The only reason he is not loading on Albus is because he didn't want to cause unnecessary problems and he needs to think things over before he decides to change. Also I hope you guys like the allusions I made to some of Harry's other timelines that he lived through.

Also, while there might not be Ron bashing per se, Ron is going to be a somewhat distant character, as I view him as a very poor friend, due to the events that have happened in canon, and thus is not worthy of Hermione. Speaking of Hermione. She is a confirmed partner for Harry, as is Luna and Fleur.

I hope you like it, even though it is short. Please follow, favorite, and review.