I know, I know… where have you been? Why have you not finished any of your old stories? I get it, I understand the frustration. For a while now, I have been having some form of writers block. For me, this is nothing new, throughout school I had it all the time, struggling to put words onto paper. Its only recently, after a lot and I mean a lot of writing practice, that I am actually happy to post something again. I don't like my stories to be below my standard, I feel like I'm not doing my best if they are.

ANYWAY! With that crap out the way, what exactly is this? Well, this just happens to be a story that, lets be honest, has been done hundreds of times over by now, the whole "Harry goes into another world and is (Blank)" Story. The thing is, this one is special to me… the world is one of my own creation, not a crossover, not a existing universe… its mine. Originally I wanted to use it for a game, but decided to use it for this story instead. Priorities, am I right?

Anyway, I am putting this here as a test, to see if this is something people want to see. I know this isn't as jokey or action based as my other stories, but trust me, further down the line it will kick into high gear.

Notice: I do not own anything belonging to the Harry Potter IP, nor do I take credit for Harry Potter Characters, world building or story, that all goes to J.K. Rowling and WB. The only things I take credit for are the things I add… just put this here in case. We cool? Cool…

Well, that's all I got for now, happy reading

The Forbidden Forest… it earned is frighteningly ominous name for a reason; a vast expanse of ancient trees, rising endlessly into the sky. The dense canopy of branches and leaves above plunged the forest into perpetual darkness, a realm wholly distinct from the majestic Hogwarts castle it loomed beside. To the average wizard or witch, it was a realm of danger and dread, where doom lurked within every shadow. But to one wizard, Harry James Potter, on this strange Autumn day, the forbidden wilderness held an unexpected allure.

Within the depths of the forest, every tree seemed to possess a unique character, their bark etched with the stories of time. Twinkling orbs of burning magic lit the path through the never ending darkness, a snaking passage for those brave and daring enough to follow. Glowing moss lined the ancient trees, weaving magical secrets into the very fabric of the wood.

Here, Harry had found a refuge amidst the eerie shadows of the Forbidden Forest. It was a place where the pressures of his everyday life – his schoolwork, the constant threats to his safety – all melted away, granting him a moment of peace.

This refuge felt all the more necessary after yesterday, a day Harry would not soon forget…

It was a dull, cold, stormy night above the grounds of the gran castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Bolts of erratic lightning flashed across the pit black sky. A massive downpour of torrential rain hammed away at the ancient structures brick surface, a stream running down the cracks and crevasses of the long-standing castle.

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was buzzing with anticipation. Dumbledore stood, his presence commanding immediate silence. On either side, Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime were poised with expectancy, while Ludo Bagman beamed, his eyes twinkling at the students. In stark contrast, Mr. Crouch's demeanour was one of disinterest, almost boredom.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," Dumbledore announced, his voice echoing through the hall. "In a moment, the champions' names will be called. Those selected should proceed to the top of the Hall, along the staff table, and through into the next chamber," he directed, gesturing towards a door behind the table.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore plunged the hall into a state of semi-darkness, the candles dimming until only the Goblet of Fire's bright, bluey-white flames illuminated the room. The intensity of the flames was almost blinding, drawing every eye towards its hypnotic dance.

"Any second now," Lee Jordan whispered to Harry, his voice low with excitement.

The flames of the goblet suddenly flared red, a tongue of fire leaping into the air, ejecting a charred piece of parchment. The hall gasped collectively as Dumbledore caught it, reading the name illuminated by the flickering flames.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, "will be Viktor Krum."

Ron couldn't help but yell, "No surprises there!" as applause thundered through the hall. Krum rose, his walk to Dumbledore marked by a confident, almost aloof stride.

Karkaroff's booming voice filled the hall, "Bravo, Viktor! Knew you had it in you!"

As the applause dwindled, the Goblet of Fire commanded attention once more, turning red and releasing another piece of parchment.

"The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced.

Harry nudged Ron, "It's her!" he exclaimed as Fleur, a vision of grace, rose and swept past the tables towards Dumbledore.

Hermione's voice cut through the noise, "Look, the others are so disappointed." Indeed, some of the Beauxbatons students were visibly upset, a testament to the high stakes of the selection.

With Fleur disappearing into the side chamber, a palpable tension filled the hall. Now it was time for the Hogwarts champion.

Again, the Goblet flared, and Dumbledore announced, "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!"

The uproar was deafening. Hufflepuff House erupted in cheers as Cedric made his way, a broad grin on his face.

Dumbledore waited for the noise to subside before speaking again, "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure we will all support them wholeheartedly."

But as he spoke, the Goblet of Fire burst to life once more, its red flames casting an ominous glow. Another piece of parchment was expelled, and Dumbledore, with a slight frown, read the name.

"Harry Potter."

The hall fell into stunned silence, then a buzzing of disbelief filled the space. Harry, his mind reeling, knew this had to be a mistake. He hadn't entered the tournament. The confusion was written on every face, including Ron and Hermione's.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called again, his voice firm. "Please come forward."

With the entire hall's eyes on him, Harry's walk to Dumbledore felt like an eternity. Reaching the top table, he met Dumbledore's gaze, which held no trace of a smile.

"Through the door, Harry," Dumbledore instructed.

Harry, his mind a whirl of confusion and apprehension, made his way past the teachers, noticing even Hagrid's look of utter astonishment. As he passed through the door into the smaller room, the weight of what had just happened began to truly sink in.

Ever since that moment, Harry's life had been a living hell.

Harry's footsteps were soft against the forest floor as he wandered deeper into the Forbidden Forest. Each step took him further from Hogwarts' clamour, drawing him closer to a semblance of peace. The events of last night, however, replayed in his mind incessantly.

Fate, it seemed, had a particularly nasty sense of humour on Halloween. Each year, this date brought nothing but trouble and danger, and now, it had thrust him into a tournament he had no desire to be part of.

He ran his hand along the bark of a gnarled tree, a small act of rebellion in a world where he felt increasingly cornered. The old tree, unmoving, offered no response to his silent turmoil.

Since dawn, Hogwarts had become a colder place for Harry. Whispers followed him like shadows, and the 'Potter Stinks' badges — undoubtedly one of Malfoy's petty schemes — were a bitter reminder of his isolation. The once welcoming grounds of Hogwarts now felt oppressive, the stares of students and teachers sharp and accusatory.

Under the dense canopy of the forest, however, Harry found a kind of solace. The cheerful chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves against the earthy fragrance of the forest provided a brief respite from the chaos of his life. 'It's not like I actively sought out trouble… they know that, right?' he thought, a sigh escaping him. 'My friends should stand by me. So much for that illusion…'

Deeper into the forest, an odd sensation of being led by an unseen force grew stronger. Abruptly, the natural sounds of the forest ceased, and in this sudden silence, he came upon something extraordinary.

Nestled between two ancient trees was a stone archway, blanketed in moss and ivy. It was a relic being slowly reclaimed by the forest. At its centre, a surface shimmered like a mirror, capturing and freezing a moment in time.

Drawn to it, Harry moved closer, his footsteps silent. The archway hummed with an ancient magic, whispering secrets and tales long forgotten.

'Woah… This looks older than Hogwarts itself… but that's impossible, right?' His mind raced with possibilities as he examined the structure.

Brushing away the moss, Harry revealed strange runes. "Hermione would have been fascinated by this," he thought, picturing her engrossed in books, deciphering its origins. "She'd probably have already determined its era…"

'Focus, Harry,' he chided himself, turning his attention to the mirror-like surface. Instead of his reflection, a cosmic tapestry of stars and galaxies unfolded before him. "It must be some kind of ancient magic," he mused aloud.

Suddenly, a voice, soft and feminine, echoed, "Come to me..."

Harry spun around, wand in hand, but found the clearing empty. "Who's there?" he demanded.

"My child... destiny calls your name..."

The voice, more insistent now, pulled at him. Harry, cautious yet intrigued, peered into the archway. Instead of his reflection, a pair of eyes, similar to his own, appeared, and a hand reached out. 'Am I imagining this?' he wondered, disbelief mixing with curiosity.

Glancing around the clearing, he raised an eyebrow. "What destiny? The one where I face Voldemort?" He folded his arms. "Why must you 'destiny types' always be so cryptic?"

"Will you answer the call...?"

With a deep breath, Harry reached out, his hand moving towards the spectral fingers. "If it means escaping from here for a while… besides, it's not like things can get worse," he muttered, touching the ghostly hand, "Well, here goes nothing." The world around him shifted suddenly.

An irresistible force pulled him through, the starry surface swallowing him whole. The ancient archway stood silently in the clearing, the sole witness to Harry's leap into the unknown.

As Harry was pulled through the star-studded gateway, a kaleidoscope of colours enveloped him. He was adrift in an endless expanse of cosmic beauty, stars and nebulas swirling around him in a breath-taking dance. The cold of space bit at his skin, and the silence was absolute, as if he had stepped into the void itself.

The sensation of traveling was both exhilarating and disorienting. Time and space lost their hold, stretching and bending in ways that defied logic. Supernovas erupted into vibrant blooms, painting the abyss with fiery reds and oranges, while galaxies spun gracefully in the vast expanse. In that moment, there was just the universe and Harry, everything else lost to the cosmic dance.

"I WAS WRONG! THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE!" Harry's scream echoed through the void as he hurtled past exploding stars and shattered fragments of time.

Then, as abruptly as it had begun, the tumultuous journey ceased. Harry felt solid ground beneath his feet once more. The air was crisp and fresh, filled with unfamiliar scents that stirred a sense of wonder. Rubbing his head, he slowly opened his eyes to a world unlike any he had ever seen.

He stood in a clearing, surrounded by trees that soared towards the sky, their leaves shimmering in hues of silver and gold. The flora around him was vibrant and otherworldly, bathed in the soft glow of luminescent flowers. Above, the twilight sky was adorned with strange constellations revolving around three differently coloured moons.

The melody of a nearby stream reached Harry's ears, its waters singing as they flowed over iridescent stones. The air hummed with the soft chorus of unseen creatures, creating an alien yet beautiful symphony.

"Okay, either I've hit my head hard, or I'm definitely not at Hogwarts anymore," Harry muttered, marvelling at the streaking colours of shooting stars across the sky. "I'm really hoping it's the latter."

A profound sense of isolation enveloped Harry amidst the unfamiliar plant life. Yet, there was an undeniable thrill of discovery in this world so different from his own, teeming with secrets and wonders waiting to be explored.

'Why am I here?' Harry pondered, running his hand over the silky surface of a glowing flower. 'This place is like a paradise, but…'

A rustling in the underbrush snapped his attention to the left. Harry instinctively reached for his wand, only to realize it wasn't with him. 'Brilliant, Harry, pick now lose your wand why don't you!' he thought, tensing for whatever might emerge.

From the foliage, a creature stepped into the clearing. It resembled a doe, but its fur sparkled like the night sky, dotted with star-like spots and adorned with crystal formations that reflected the moonlight. The creature's deep emerald eyes regarded Harry with an intelligence and curiosity, glowing softly in the moonlight.

Mesmerized, Harry stood still. In this moment, under the gaze of the starlit doe, he realized the enormity of his situation. He was in a world beyond any Hogwarts map, where magic seemed to be a living, breathing force of nature.

The creature bowed its head slightly, as if in greeting, then turned and walked gracefully back towards the forest. It paused, looking back at Harry as if to beckon him to follow. Taking a deep breath, Harry stepped forward. "No point turning back now," he murmured, following the doe into the forest.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of amber eyes watched from the trees above, adding a silent, watchful presence to the magical landscape.

Most of the Champion choosing… is that what it's called? Whatever, that is from the books, only worded to fit my story. I tried writing my own version, but if it isn't broken, don't fix it.

As for when I plan to upload the next chapter, soon, very soon. For once, in 2024, I have found myself with… absolutely nothing to do. So, with the free time on my hands, expect the next one very soon. To those who have come back from older stories, I thank you… I also apologize for not finishing most of those past stories, I won't let you down this time.

I think that's everything…? Oh right, the preview! Well… I guess enjoy that…

Preview:

Harry barely had time to react. A figure descended from above, unleashing a swift kick that sent him stumbling backward, the wind knocked out of him as he landed with a thud.

"What the hell!?" he exclaimed, a mix of anger and surprise in his voice.

Before him stood a woman, her presence both striking and intimidating. She was clad in a forest-themed outfit that blended with the surroundings, a mask concealing the lower half of her face, pointed ears sticking out from above her mask. Her skin was pale white, whiter than any person he had ever seen before. Her amber eyes, fierce and penetrating, seemed to look right through him as she aimed a bow and arrow squarely at his face.

"How did you get here, human? Speak up!" she demanded, her voice laced with hostility, the bowstring taut with tension. "Are you a scout for an attack force!?"

Before Harry could muster a response, she pressed her boot down onto his chest, pinning him with an unyielding force. The sharp heel dug in, evoking a wince from Harry, his mind racing to make sense of the sudden onslaught.

Not much to go by and is probably not final, but as you can tell, things get heated… anyway, see ya!