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Harry waited with baited breath like the rest of the schools. The entire population of Hogwarts, and the visiting contingents of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang was seated in the Great Hall watching the Goblet of Fire get ready to make its final decision. Harry couldn't express how relieved he was to have a break from the constant danger he was exposed to year on year at Hogwarts. This year, he was content to simply observe the tournament as a spectator.

Hermione was sat next to him and was, as usual, buried in a book, though he could see her peeking over the top of the tome to glance at the cup to see if it had made its decision yet.

Ron was steadily chatting to Seamus next to him about who he was rooting for as Hogwarts champion. "I mean, Diggory is good and all, but Angelina is a lion."

"I know, mate, but Diggory is supposed to be better in charms, DADA, potions, and is some kind of genius in transfiguration," replied Seamus.

"Still, the bloke looks like a pretty boy, but Angie has it in the bag," was Ron's adamant response.

"And why does the Hogwarts house matter in the decision, Ronald?" interjected Hermione, looking over at him.

"Well, it doesn't, not really" said a flustered Ron, "but a lion is a lion, right? A badger is good and all, but only the bravest can be the champion of Hogwarts."

Just as Hermione was about to start on a tirade about acceptance of all houses, the Goblet let loose a burst of blue flames, inadvertently sparing Harry's poor ears.

"It appears the Goblet is ready to make its decision," announced Dumbledore to the hall.

There was a sudden quiet and tenseness which gripped the hall, each and every person holding their breaths.

Another burst of flames erupted from the top of the Goblet, this time accompanied by a piece of paper. Dumbledore quickly snagged it from the air as it floated in front of him.

"The Durmstrang champion is … Victor Krum!" he bellowed. Cheers erupted from the entire hall, none louder than the Durmstrang students. Krum stood up, executed a crisp bow, before he was directed into the antechamber in the side of the hall by his headmaster.

"Great job Victor! I knew it would be you!" cried Karkaroff.

"No surprise there, eh?" shouted Ron in his ear over the loud exclamations of the hall.

Harry wasn't sure if he could agree. He knew Krum was a prodigious seeker, but he didn't know if that translated to a brilliance in magic. Either way, the Goblet chose him, so he assumed he was at least somewhat qualified.

The Goblet rumbled again, causing the hall to go silent. Another burst of flames and a note, quickly grabbed again by Dumbledore.

"The Beauxbatons Champion is … Fleur Delacour!"

The reaction was markedly different this time. There still was an abundance of cheers, mostly from boys of all ages, but several of the Beauxbatons students were less than supportive. Three of the girls in their contingent burst into tears, while several more glared daggers at the silver haired girl that stood up and bowed. She easily ignored their stares, gracefully moving forward, shaking hands with headmistress Maxime before disappearing into the same room as Krum.

The tenseness inside the hall seemed to peak, as the majority were curious as to who would represent them in the games. The Goblet shot a shower of sparks into the air, and another note was shot into the air, Dumbledore taking it again and opening it.

"And the Hogwarts Champion is …" he seemed to wait longer in order to increase the sense of anticipation. "Cedric Diggory!"

Hufflepuff house burst into cheers louder than anything the hall heard that night. Every other house also cheered for the popular and friendly young man. Cedric got up with a disbelieving expression, being repeatedly slapped on the back by many of his friends along the Hufflepuff table. A wide smile came onto his face. Walking forward, he shook hands with Dumbledore, before being escorted by McGonagall into the antechamber.

"Well," started Dumbledore, "those are your champions. Thank you for coming and –" he was cut off as the Goblet erupted into sparks one more time. One more note left its confines and floated in the air. Harry felt a lurch in his gut. He knew something was wrong, a statement confirmed when Dumbledore read the note and paled. His eyes lost their ever-present twinkle, and he looked away from the note, straight at him.

"Harry Potter." The name came out at almost a whisper, but seemed like a shout in the quiet hall. "Harry Potter," he called, louder this time. He looked at Harry and beckoned him forward.

Harry was completely frozen. His eyes were wide, his face was white, and his limbs were not responding. Hermione pushed him up and towards Dumbledore with a blank expression. He stumbled forward with no thought to his movements. Around him, the rest of the students were whispering. The whispers got louder as he got closer to the front of the hall. Dumbledore surveyed him with a grave expression, and directed him to the side room. McGonagall grabbed his arm and pulled him along. He was too stunned to react. Just as he was about to enter the chamber, the Goblet lit up for a fifth time. He stopped in his tracks to watch. McGonagall also stopped to watch with a strange mix of confusion and anger.

A note flew out of the Goblet and slowly drifted downwards. Dumbledore, with a frown on his face, grabbed the note and read it. This time, his expression was completely flummoxed. He looked at the paper, up at the hall, and back to the paper. His mouth opened and closed, with no words coming out.

"Well, Dumbly-dorr?" cut in Madam Maxime, sounding annoyed. This seemed to shake him out of his stupor.

"My apologies, Madam Maxime. The name just confuses me."

"Who's name is on the paper, Dumbledore?" asked Karkaroff, sounding dangerously close to snapping."

Dumbledore looked up with a thoughtful expression. "Edward Lupin."

Harry's eyes went wide. He looked up to his head of house to see if she had any idea who that was, but her expression made it clear that she didn't. Her eyebrows had shot up to her hairline, and confusion was written on her face. Snape's expression was wrought with loathing and hatred, something that was only seen when he was talking to Harry.

"Where ees thees Edward Lupeen, Dumbly-dorr" asked Madam Maxime.

"I have no idea, my dear," Dumbledore replied. "I must confess I have never heard of an Edward Lupin before. The only Lupin I know of is Remus Lupin, a 34 year old former defence instructor at this very institution."

"Please, headmaster," drawled Snape, "it is clearly some sort of prank that Lupin thought would be clever. Probably assisted Potter with his yearly dose of rule breaking. He-"

"Enough, Severus," cut in Dumbledore firmly. "Now, I will contact Remus to ask him if he knows who this –"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Goblet of Fire shot a column of fire towards the ceiling. Unlike the previous times, the flow did not stop, nor did a note come out. It looked alike to a dragon's flames. All the students in the hall began screaming and moving backwards, away from the cup.

However, the fire seemed gather together into a cloud of swirling red energy above the Goblet and condense. Harry could feel the magic gathering even from his position, and knew that something serious was going to happen.

"SILENCE!" bellowed Dumbledore. In the momentary silence, he continued, "Please move backwards in a calm manner. The professors will deal with the problem."

He raised his wand, and as he was about to cast a shield, the pulsing cloud suddenly shifted colours from fire-red to gleaming gold. Harry could make out various symbols and runes in the cloud now, but had no idea what they meant.

"Amazing," whispered Dumbledore into the silence of the room.

"What, Albus," cried McGonagall, "what is that?"

"That, my dear Minerva," said Dumbledore, an expression of awe on his face, "is a temporal wormhole. It appears that someone is about to come through time."

He waved his wand and cleared the tables from around the Goblet and the cloud. Just in time as well, as the cloud's pulsing grew more rapid and frantic. It became faster and faster, until finally, it split into a funnel sort of shape and a bright flash echoed from it. Everybody closed their eyes, but no one missed the shout of surprise and pain.

As the hall opened their eyes as one and their vision cleared, they found a very different sight to what they were expecting. The Goblet was on the floor, as the small table it was on had broken. Not far from it were two groaning figures. There was no evidence that anything had taken place.

The hall was frozen, looking at the two people on the ground. The male was the first one to stand up and gaze around. Harry took the opportunity to observe him. He was a tall boy, probably sixteen or seventeen years old, and had a heart-shaped face with raven black hair that looked strangely familiar. His eyes were a deep ice blue that seemed to gaze into your very soul. He was wearing a T-shirt and black jeans, showing his slim figure. He was blinking the spots out of his eyes, before his face quickly became panicked and alarmed.

"Lexi," he whispered, crouching down and nudging the girl, "Lexi, get up. Something's wrong."

"What?" came the irritable reply from the girl. She shook his hand off before standing up and looking around. She was a very beautiful girl, about the same age as the boy, with straight red hair coming down to her waist, and a sharp face which accentuated her angry expression. She wore casual attire like her companion, a red blouse and blue skirt. She went from grumpy to incredibly confused within seconds.

"Strange," she muttered, "It looks like Hogwarts, but I don't know anybody here."

"Hello there," began Dumbledore, before he was interrupted by the male.

"Who are you and where are we?" he demanded, pointing his wand at the aged headmaster. His friend also pointed her wand at the teachers.

Several teachers palmed their wands, but Dumbledore simply put his hands in the air and calmly gazed at the teenagers. He was about to speak before he was cut off again.

"Wait, I know you!" the male cried. "I've seen your portrait in the headmistress's office!" This comment sent a ripple of gasps and murmurs across the audience. "You're Albus Dumbledore!"

"That I am, young man," replied the headmaster. "Before you ask how this is possible, it appears that you and your companion have somehow travelled back in time, as evidenced by the fact that you have seen my portrait. To make matters simple, it is currently October 31st, 1994. May we have your names and when you come from?"

"Well," he began after glancing at his friend, "we, uh, we come from the year 2014. As for our names, this is my, uh," here he glanced at his companion, who gave him a short nod, "my girlfriend, Alexis Michaels. As for me, my name is Edward Lupin."

Hey guys!

I'm starting a new story over on Fanfiction. I usually write on Wattpad or AO3, (see BuddyBoy27), but I've decided to post any Harry Potter works here. I liked this idea, for a very different future than the one we got, because Cursed Child was rubbish in my opinion.

Hope you guys liked it. As always, read and review.

- BuddyBoy27