Title: Harry Snape And The Goblet Of Fire

Rating: K

Summary: This is the sequel to Harry Snape And The Prisoner of Azkaban. Harry Snape enters his fourth year with the school hosting a grand tournament and Harry finds danger in every corner.

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Chapter 3: A Godfather's Visit

Harry was really excited, even after he had drunk his potion that Malfoy had brewed for him, that he couldn't hold still. His Uncle didn't like the idea that a wizard was coming to pick Harry up and he made it clear.

"I hope that this James is coming the normal way," he said.

"I'm sure that he will," Harry told him, though he wasn't sure what his Godfather considered normal.

A letter arrived for Harry, telling him that the money that Aunt Petunia had to give for another year of learning was due. Harry sent it back, with the amount printed and the next day someone came to take Aunt Petunia to get her things.

"This is your entire fault," Uncle Vernon told him.

"And how is it my fault?" Harry asked him.

"Giving her money to go to another freak place," Uncle Vernon answered, his face turning red.

Harry was just about to say something when the doorbell rang. Harry went to answer it and when he opened the door he saw his godfather standing there.

"Hello, Harry," James said, "Do you have your things packed."

"Yes, I'll go and get them," Harry said and he headed upstairs.

While Harry was grabbing his things he heard his godfather arguing with his Uncle. He knew that his godfather hated how his Uncle was treating him and when he came down he was surprised to see James having his wand pointed at his Uncle.

"You better leave Harry alone in the future or I'll make your life a living nightmare," James threatened.

Uncle Vernon nodded and James put his wand back in his robes.

"I'm ready to leave," Harry told him.

"Good because if we don't leave I'm going to hex him," James threatened and he went over and opened the door for Harry.

Soon they were both gone.

James didn't live that far from where Harry's Uncle lived. As they walked down Privet Drive James wanted to know how Harry's summer had been so far.

"It's been okay," Harry said, "My Aunt hasn't been bothering me and she told me that she had a great time. Uncle Vernon didn't like it."

"I heard about that," James said, "Strange that Lily's sister finally got magic later in life."

"Well she said that a whole bunch of people got magic later in life."

James thought about this and soon they had arrived at his house.

On the outside the house looked normal, even plain, but inside it was clear that his godfather had been working overtime to turn it into a wizard house. Things floated here and there and it looked a lot different then when Harry had visited the Weasley's. There was a picture of his parents, both smiling and waving at Harry, and Harry felt a tear running down.

"It's alright," James told him, seeing his tear, "I miss them as well. Well why don't I take you up to your room."

Harry knew that he was trying to pull him out of his depressed thought and he was grateful. James took him up to his room and he knew that he was right were he belonged.

Over the next couple of days Harry got use to the fact that he didn't have to cook for anyone and that everything was done for him by a house elf. That gave them time to talk about the Quidditch World Cup.

"You'll like it!" James told him, "Your mum didn't like the game much but your dad was a hard core fan."

"He doesn't look it from his picture," Harry said.

James laughed, "That was all for his books," James told him, "He liked to write but he really didn't like his picture taken."

"He sounds like an anti-Lockheart?" Harry said.

James looked confused and then Harry told him about his second year.

"So they allowed someone that had lied to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"Well they didn't know," Harry said.

That didn't make James feel better.

Next up: A surprised visit from Hermione