Don't own Harry Potter…and don't want to, cuz that would make me the worst final book writer in the world…not hating just saying…you could have done better Rowling, a lot better…

Harry James Potter quickly moved through the halls, his mind racing. There was no possible way for the headmaster to learn of his…situation. On a further note, it was none of his business. If anything, a matter like his was taken care of privately between guardians. Still something wasn't exactly right either. The headmaster wanting to see him was nothing new; the headmaster was always requesting his presence to give him information that he already had from his own private sources. There could really be one of two reasons why the headmaster would summon his, tournament information or the Dumbledore reason; he's just too damn nosy.

"Are you going to just stand there or actually go in?"

Harry looked up to find the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office already off to the side and was looking back at him expectantly. Harry nodded and stepped onto the moving steps.

"Please Harry, enter," he heard the headmaster say on the other side of the door.

Harry opened the door and was surprised to find Daphne standing before the headmaster. For a moment his heart froze as he quickly searched the office for anyone else but found it to only contain the headmaster and Daphne.

"Looking for someone Harry?" the headmaster asked curious

"No, no one. What is it that you require headmaster?" he replied smoothly

"Oh well, I have two reasons for summoning you Harry, my boy," the headmaster said in his patented grandfather manner, "the second matter will be discussed once the other champions arrive but I thought it would be prudent to take care of another. You see with the tournament and all Professor Snape will not have time to train you and Miss Greengrass here separately as before. As such it is up to you Harry if you would like to join Miss Greengrass in her lessons. She has already been more than willing, the decision however is ours to continue your training or postpone it till after the tournament."

Relief flooded Harry as he heard the headmaster's reason for his summon, "It will be fine."

"Great! Miss Greengrass has her lessons at exactly 4 in the evening every Friday," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Miss Greengrass if you could let Professor Snape know that Harry will be joining you in your lessons."

Daphne nodded and turned to walk out the door. For a moment her eye caught Harry's and Harry saw a faint smirk grace her lips before she gave a quick wink and walked out the door of the office.

"Harry please, sit. The other champions will be joining us soon," Dumbledore indicated to the seat directly in from of the desk. Harry didn't even blink, "No? Well how about a lemon drop, I have become quite fond of them over the past few years."

Harry shook his head and moved to the side as he petted Fawkes, the phoenix trilled happily.

"Fawkes senses powerful magic around and within you Harry," Dumbledore said, "strange, it seems. Fawkes had much of the same reaction with Miss Greengrass…" Dumbledore let the statement hang in the air for a moment, his eyes twinkling.

Harry flinched a bit but kept his calm, no need to show a reaction now of all times, knowing the headmaster he would…try and get him out of it. Telling the headmaster could possibly work in his favor…but it could backfire just as badly

"Anything to say about this, Harry?" Dumbledore asked

"Nothing, sir," Harry responded. They remained in relative silence as Fawkes continued to trill at Harry's touch. Finally the door opened and Harry out of pure instinct turned to face who had come in and found it to be his worst mistake by far. Fleur had just walked in and in that moment their eyes caught.

Everyone was caught off guard when Fawkes suddenly jumped from his perch and flew over to Fleur shoulder where it snuggled into her check and trilled happily and then turned its head to Harry and trilled happily. Madame Maxime walked in behind Fleur but made no comment to the anyone as she moved to the side

Dumbledore turned and caught Harry's eye and raised an eyebrow. Harry fought the urge to hex the man into next 'great bloody adventure'. However the attention was soon brought back to the door as Igor and Viktor walked into the room. Fawkes jumped from Fleur shoulder and landed on his perch once again as Dumbledore reached out and began to stroke the bird. He looked at the bird thought fully then Harry and Fleur before mumbling under his breath.

"I'm afraid Monsieur Dumbly-dorr zat, we cannot 'ear what you are zaying," Madame Maxime said eyeing the headmaster under a keen eye.

Dumbledore immediately snapped out of his trance like state and smiled and the headmistress, "Dear me, my age must be catching up to me," he smiled, "I have asked all the tournament contestants here to announce the extra three events that will be added to the Triwizard Tournament but it seems Mister Diggory has yet to – "

Cedric opened the door and blushed heavily in embarrassment when he saw that he was the last to arrive and that they had already began, "I'm sorry but I was helping a first year find the entrance to the Hufflepuff tower."

Harry took in Cedric's appearance: ruffled hair, tie a bit hastily rearranged and his color pulled up on his left side. Harry chuckled a bit for the first time in years, Cedric hadn't been helping anyone, unless of course himself to bit of Miss Chang if Harry's guess proved to be correct.

"Not a problem," Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly smile before turning back to the group, "now as I was just saying. There will be three extra events added to the tournament to better test the abilities of the four of you," suddenly Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle and grandfatherly as they became cold and piercing, "I will not lie to you four, the tasks ahead are deadly. Even most of the teacher would be pressed to their limits in these tasks set forth by the Goblet. The Goblet is not limited by the rules of Great Britain, France or Norway. Its rules were set in a time when Europe was very different. Today we have rules on what spells we can and cannot use, when the goblet was created and this tournament was set the rules were very, very much different. The Goblet has rules and it has punishments to every rule broken. You'd do best to remember that. This tournament was established to bring glory to the school whose champion succeeded to survive and win the tournament but it also served an example, an example of life after school. An example that there is a world of magic beyond these walls that you are not fully prepared for and you cannot be fully prepared for and you must live with that knowledge and only hope you come out of it alive."

The room was deadly silent as everyone looked at Dumbledore with hardened looks. Dumbledore caught everyone's eyes one by one as if to look into their souls and see if they were up to the challenge that lay before them.

"Understand that this tournament is as much a prize as it is a punishment. You are chosen to set an example. The Goblet chooses each champion, not on skill, not on popularity, and not on looks. The Goblet chooses the student that would best represent the school and all within. This means that you are the average among your peers…you are the one that could best fit anyone who came out of this school, you are the best and the worst that your school could offer," Dumbledore continued somberly. Igor and Viktor scoffed; their school had only one entry and that was Viktor, their top student. To them the tournament now, more than ever, looked to be in their favor. Cedric and Fleur looked even more hardened than ever to prove that they were not average, that they were better than that. Harry however looked to be in deep thoughts as his mind was going faster than a racing broom at the European International Championship.

Dumbledore gave Igor and Viktor a pointed look, "You will find that even though it may seem as though you have the advantage here, remember that this tournament is not about book skills but survival skills, this tournament has not always gone to the brightest student but the wisest student, you of all people should know this Igor."

Everyone could tell that Igor's pride was hurt a bit but Igor kept his face as stony as possible.

"Worry not on glory, Champions…worry about your survival," Dumbledore said, "Tasks cannot be revealed all that can be said is that there will now be six…and I can promise you, that they will push you to your limits and force you to keep going."

So yea, I guess I owe you people an explanation. To make a very massive story short I went on vacation for a couple weeks, took an extra week off from writing, had school and work, had finals, another vacation, car accident, hospital, massive orders from work back to back to back and finally am working on a massive saga that I am working with a Hollywood screenwriter as I really don't have the time to truly sit down a write it myself so I just write down the outline of the story and he actually writes it down then I edit/approve every scene/chapter. Which is why this chapter is so short. We were working on a character that is vital to the story and rewriting who is was and his history and stuff…

So I don't know if you can tell, but my version is going to be a bit darker than the books. As I see it, the tournament should have been a lot deadlier considering when it was established and the rules of the time. And I felt that the Goblet should have had a bigger role in the tournament than just picking the champions. It will choose the tasks, enforce the rules and deal out punishment appropriate to the time it was created. Expect death, and I'm not only talking about Cedric, I'm talking blood will be spilt as events run havoc and people are caught in the crossfire :]