A/N: This year is where things get interesting. I shall follow the storyline of the books kind of, with the tournament and everything, but year 4 (which is split over multiple chapters) has a darker ending. This chapter is… MORE FILLER! YAY!

Chapter 8 – New year, old spells different results…

Chapter Rating: T

Year 4 was looming large in Harry's sights. He had been to the quidditch world cup (better than the muggle world cup by far) and Hogwarts was beckoning. Harry was desperately hoping it would work out better this year than all the others. Year 1? Arrest. Year 2? Poison. Year 3? A scandal that kind've had a happy ending sort of. So, what was on the menu this year? Death? Destruction? An evil psychopathic thing? No, kind of, and kind of. Well, technically, all three were kindofs. But Harry had no knowledge of this as he boarded the Hogwarts express.

The beginning of term feast had begun. Harry looked expectantly at Dumbledore, who was about to make an announcement. But what?

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an announcement! The prestigious Triwizard Tournament, the famous event held every few years, is being hosted here at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore proclaimed. Cheers went up.

"Sadly, due to safety, only 6th or 7th years can take part, as the tournament contains a lot of dangerous things inside it." Dumbledore continued. Boos occurred.

"The two other schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, will soon arr- why, here they are now!" Dumbledore finished. A boat gently sailed in through the roof, covered in French students. The male students let out a sigh of love. Well, apart from Harry, but that's beside the point. A hole opened up in the floor, leading to a deep chasm. Huge, luminous orange clouds of dust erupted, and out of them came the Durmstrang students. Dressed in huge fur coats, they held staffs with small balls of flame at their tops. Hogwarts gasped in amazement. Wow.

Apart from the extra students and sixth/seventh years going and trying their luck at entering the tournament, life went on as usual. A first DADA lesson by professor Lupin broke that normality.

"Today, we shall learn about the unforgivable curses. Does anyone know of any of them?" Lupin asked, glancing at Harry with a look that said I'm sorry. So, so sorry. Let me make it up to you by buying you an ice cream or something. Hermione put her hand up.

"The imperius curse, used for complete mind control, the cruciatus curse, a torture spell that eaves no marks but mental ones," Lupin chanced a glance at Neville who was pale white, " and the killing curse, which does what it says on the tin." Much to the class' morbid fascination, Lupin then performed all three on a spider (The imperius made Harry uncomfortable, Neville said "Stop it!" at the cruciatus, and the class were horrified at the speed of the incantation Avada Kedavra).

"Now class, I shall, with your permission, perform the imperius on you. This is entirely up to you, but it may be your only opportunity to learn how to resist if a dark witch or wizard fires it at you. You do not have to do it. If you are not interested, you are let out to break early, and your homework is to write a foot-long essay of an unforgivable of your choosing. Who is staying?" Lupin proclaimed. Everyone but Harry (he didn't want a repeat of year 1 ever), Hermione (inquisitive), and Ron (also inquisitive) left. Ron was first. He rather spectacularly did 25 somersaults backwards through three flaming hoops while singing the national anthem and doing his DADA homework… impressive, but he couldn't resist. Harry was next, and while he was told to sing ten 1D songs he got halfway through the second before he stopped. Not too bad, could use a little work. Hermione last. Nothing. Nothing at all. She was… very good.

DADA continued to raise controversial conversations in the corridors of Hogwarts. For a second lesson, a reminder on Boggarts for precautions if anything in any of the annoyingly vague tasks escaped. So, more charms, more 'Draco avoiding stuff by crying', and more drama. Hermione's bogart hadn't changed, but Ron's had. The boggart was let out. Ron saw himself holding a stack of tests. He handed them to his head of house, who then shoved them on the floor and shouted that he was an awful student.

"R- Rid- Rid- Ridikkulus!" Ron said. The Boggart disappeared, meaning Harry had his go next.

The closet opened. Nothing happened. Then, a hand appeared from around the door. A wand clattered out. But that was… his wand? How? A figure sauntered out, and picked up the wand. But… how? The Boggart, which looked, sounded like, and essentially was Harry, sneered.

"Tell them." It whispered. Harry ignored it.

"Riddikkulus!" he cried. Nothing happened.

"Fool! You cannot destroy me for I am you! I am your every dark moment, every evil thought, every dastardly plan. I am as much you as you are, and you could not kill yourself, could you?" Boggart-Harry said. Harry just shuddered.

"Remember the cruciatus in first-year? And how you were under the imperius? Well, would anyone like to know the j-" The boggart continued.

"STOP BENDING THE TRUTH! I DID NOT ENJOY THAT, THOSE MONTHS OF HELL!" Harry screamed.

"Fine then. I shall stop there. But where else to go. Such a troubled life. What about the time you, as a snake, nearly killed someone?"

"I- I- was three and th- th- they scared me. I did- didn't know b- b- b- b- better."

"Yeah right. How about, shall I tell everyone your side of the scandal last y-"

"NO! WHATEVER YOU'LL TWIST THE TRUTH INTO IT'LL BE A LIE!"

"Fine then. I guess you're more annoyed right now than scared. So let the scares go up." Boggart-Harry taunted. He pointed his wand, and muttered "Crucio". It hit Ron. He writhed in pain. Then he stopped. He pointed the wand again, this time at Hermione, and muttered "Imperio" before asking her to go and kiss Draco. Harry dropped his wand in fear. By now, Lupin was chanting Riddikkulus, but it didn't help.

"One more spell. To you Harry. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Boggart-Harry said. Harry saw a green, rushing light. Then his world went dark.