OH MY GOD PEEPS. SO much love on day one i just had to push a second chapter for all of you. First a couple comments i wish to adress.

Guest: We'll see that would be telling and isn't it more fun to find out.

Jacob Fritzsching: Here you go. You asked and you recieved!

Jourdaine73: Hmmmm that's an interesting thought. Only the future will tell

Music…. That is the first thing that came when he felt his consciousness returning to himself. No that's not quite right not music per say but humming of a song so similar to that of a mother consoling a child that he didn't feel threatened. He peeled back one eyelid looking around and the first thing he noticed was dirty blond hair.

"Hello, Harry Potter. Have a good nap?" Her voice was soft and angelic, almost as if she herself was waking from a wonderful sleep. Her silvery eyes peered down at him. "It serves The Fool right to rest when his life is that of unpredictability; perhaps now your life will no longer be reversed." Harry groaned as he moved his head a bit, noticing that his head itself was being caressed by her legs.

"How long have I been out?" He pulled himself upward and stretched softly as he felt how stiff he was.

"The morning of the Wand Weighing Ceremony. The Page of Swords will gather you from the reversed King of Cups class to take you to it. The Hierophant who cannot decide whether she is upright or reversed will make sure you're aware. "

"Page of what? King of Cups?"

She seemed to finally realize he had no clue what she was referring to. "You'll find out soon enough Harry."

It's about then that Harry finally realized he was still within the chamber. "How did you-"

"There's an entrance to the forbidden forest. How do you think the Basilisk survived for so long?" You know it never really occurred to Harry about that.

"Thank you either way."

"No problem Harry Potter." She stood up, her bare feet patting on the stone floor. She leaned up and kissed his cheek softly before walking towards the other side of the room opposite of the entrance.

"Hey!" He shouted. "What's your name?"

"I am the Moon. Luna Lovegood."

"What are you-"

"I'm speaking of the arcana. We all represent one as my mother used to say."

"Your mother?"

"Pandora Lovegood. She died during one of her experiments…"

"I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Didn't know." Luna smiled though at him and her eyes, those misty silver, seemed to cloud a bit more. "Till next time Fool"

Harry watched her go and shook his head softly yet something in him found a fondness of how she had been with him especially with how the rest of the school had been recently. Though he did find his mind traveling to the name of her mother. Pandora, he thought as he began to make his exit from the chamber. He didn't notice how the book closed itself and hid within the mouth of the basilisk corpse

"Pandora." He spoke aloud. "Keeping her last hope as close as she can while her curiosity cursed her to her end."

He stepped himself up the final step as the entrance to the chamber shut behind him once again and he exited the bathroom following the stairs. As soon as he entered the Gryffindor common room though he was basically tackled in a hug.

"Where have you been Harry?!"

"Wow Hermione!" Harry got out before the force of her hug knocked him to the floor. "Ow." He muttered.

"Sorry!" She winced a bit as she had fallen with him. She helped him stand. "Where have you been?"

"Hermione it's only been-"

"Two days!" She growled out. "Two days you've been missing."

"I wasn't missing, I was just training."

"Where? Even Dumbledore came looking for you."

"In the forest. I was asking Firenze for help training since I'm pretty sure the first trial will be some kind of beast judging from what I read." Harry shrugged. "Now if you excuse me, I need to clean up before Snape's class." As he left, he was pretty sure he heard her correct his usage of Snape with Professor Snape but he wasn't worried about that. In Fact he found himself pretty calm and relaxed as he caught himself humming up the steps leaving a puzzled Hermione in his wake. His humming was only interrupted when the person beside him grabbed his hand.

"Potter!" The voice is demanding and yet soft, very much that of a future politician. Harry shook his head briefly as he looked around and noticed he was in the dungeons for the potions class. His eyes hit the hand on his and traveled up its arm to blue eyes surrounded by blond hair.

That was right, he recalled, since Ron's left me to my own devices Snape paired me with her….Dana? No Delilah? No…something like a late 60s early 70s cartoon…..DAPHNE! That's her name. Daphne Greengrass. When their eyes met he glanced back down at their hands then back up before she let go.

"That Gryffindor who follows you around is here for you. Go before Professor Snape snaps at you again." Her voice urged caution but was given as if annoyed for wasting time.

"Oh thanks Daphne…"

Her eyes widened as she watched him grab his bag and whispered. "What did you call me?" She had gotten used to the Weasel known as Ron calling her a slippery slimes snake whenever they had met so to simply hear "Gryffindor's Golden Boy" and the best friend of the Weasel call her by her first name at that. It shocked her core.

"I said thanks Daphne." Harry smiled before following Collin returning to his humming.

Meanwhile a woman waited impatiently with her two real competitor champions. Fleur Delacour still could not figure out what that little boy had done to get into the tournament the little glory hog as she had come to learn not only from rumors but also those of the Ravenclaw table who told her of events in the past several years. It was pure insanity. Missing defense professor? The heir of slytherin? Dementors?! It was pure insanity in its purest form. And now here she was with a pretender as champion because he somehow tricked the Goblet of Fire.

"Honestly, how much longer do we have to wait." She finally spoke up her voice heavy with her french rooted accent. "He shouldn't even be part of the tournament, it is the "Tri-Wizard" not the quartet."

"He'll be here shortly," The old headmaster of Hogwarts spoke his mind. "He is very dedicated to his studies and thus was probably, if I recall , in his class in the dungeons." Classes in the dungeons?! Sweet Hecate above she was glad she didn't come to this school.

"Well if he doesn't show up soon perhaps we should sta-" Her comment was stopped when the doors swung open and in walked said false champion in her eyes. In her brief moment of anger she lost control of her natural magic, her allure, and it flared. She expected everyone around her to become dull blank stared individuals.

What she did not expect was to stare directly at the boy who for a moment swear had gray eyes before returning to green who tilted his head and she found her own jaw begin to drop. Her eyes grew wide as instinctively she knew what this was. It was the Allure. But he was a boy! A boy does not have the allure especially since veela only give birth to veela. However, there it was washing over her so similar to when it would hit any other boy.

"Sta…sta….sta…..sta…." She stuttered as Harry tilted his head looking at her. He had felt something coming towards him and then suddenly felt it backpedal as if overpowered. Though he honestly had to admit the french champion was cute when she stuttered like she was now. Her eyes glazed over as her headmistress approached her.

"Fleur? Fleur." Maxime tried to get her champion's attention.

"Sta….sta…sta…." Maxime looked around her face growing red in embarrassment as Fleur still seemed stuck as she was and thus with slight force smacked her on the back of the head. Fleur didn't know when the impact came but when it did she had to admit she was surprised and even turned to look at Madame Maxime. She wished she hadn't had the look of annoyed anger at being embarrassed. "Excuse me…." She looked down to her toes, her thoughts captured by what had happened and what it meant.

Ludo chuckled though as he saw the scene before him. "Well anyway come along now it's time for the wand weighing being done by one, Garrick Ollivander." The elder wandmaker bowed his head before coming up to Fleur and held a hand out for her wand. Once given he examined it closely.

"Rosewood, Nine and a half inches, Inflexible and oh my is that what I think it is?"

Her voice is much lower now due to her embarrassment recently. "Veela hair, yes. My grandmother's."

"Very temperamental. Only works if you have a strong connection with the giver." He waved the wand and flowers sprouted from the wand. He gathered them from the air and handed them to both Maxime and Fleur before returning the wand. "Very good." He then moved over to the Bulgarian champion. "Mr. Krum if I may?" He held his hand out.

"Da." Krum said and willingly handed over his wand.

"Mmm, quite thicker and more rigid then I prefer my wands to be. This must be Gregorovitch's design, yes?" Krum nodded to the question.

"One of his lasts."

"Hornbeam wood with dragon heartstring." He waved the wand and birds were shot from the tip and out of an open window. "Could do with a bit more care…but given your profession it is understandable." Ollivander handed it back and nodded. "But in good form nonetheless." He gracefully walked over to Cedric. "Ah Mr. Diggory." He was handed the wand. "Ash, Unicorn hair from a very fine male, springy and at twelve and a quarter." He admired the wand like it was his own son. "One of mine." He conjured puffs of silver smoke rings. "Very well kept."

Harry had dazed off during these interactions looking at his wand and wiping it against his cloak before beginning to twirl it in his hands.

"Mr. Potter." Olivander finally spoke up and held his hand towards the young lad. "Ah….." Harry watched his wand as Olivander examined it in depth. "Another of my own. Holly, with a phoenix feather. Eleven inches flat and nice and sup-" He paused and pressed the tip close to his ear as if listening to it. "Excuse me?!" He pulled his head away and looked at the wand and then to Harry. "It is in working order." Olivander stared at the boy for a moment before handing him the wand, spinning and heading on his way to leave.

"Well that was certainly news worthy…" A Reporter in green who had been standing there the entire time giggled as she eyed the last champion. This boy would be her chance at a gold mine of stories Rita Skeeter was assured of.

"Interviews now! If I may be so bold to ask for it." She gave a small bow to the Headmasters and Headmistresses in respect before walking over with her quick quotes quill. Something about the woman sent a shiver down Harry's spine and not in a good way.

"Indeed as promised Madam Skeeter."

"Then i wish to start with the young-"

"Not without me you wont!" A new voice entered the room as a woman with light brown hair and dark eyes wide and kind yet full of determination. The rest of her however, spoke of maturity and passion. Clearly in her forties but still as beautiful as most actresses.

"And who are you?" Skeeter hissed at the newcomer. The woman came up beside Harry and put a gentle hand on his shoulder which he reached to pat softly. He felt comfort instantly by her presence.

"My name is Andromeda Tonks nee Black. By order of Lord Ragnock of Gringotts I am Mr. Harry James Potter's lawyer."