Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was shocked. It was very rare for him to lose the twinkle in his eyes and drop his jaw, but the knowledge that Harry Potter is alive, doing well and stayed hidden somewhere in his school had done the trick. It was seven long years, seven years, since someone saw the boy; seven years since the boy ran away from his neglecting family.

When Dumbledore learnt that the boy had run away, he rushed into his office to find Book of Students of Hogwarts. However upon opening it, he never found the name of Harry Potter; that meant the twin was dead. To Dumbledore the death of elder twin always been a double-edged sword; it seemed like the fate, itself finally proved him right by illuminating another twin, but the worries never left him, eating him from inside. On countless occasions, old man asked himself 'What if I chose wrong? What if the world will pay for my mistake?', but the answer was always the same dark silence.

And just seconds ago when he saw the boy's name on the piece of paper, some of his worries were destroyed and even more of them had arrived. Once again, he was on the crossroad of choices, looking and searching for a clue which will tell him which twin is the chosen.

Slowly emerging from his thoughts, Dumbledore called "Harry Potter!"

All whispers which surrounded the great hall had stopped; students exchanged confused looks, but after the realisation slowly sank into them, they turned their heads to the headmaster with shocked expressions. Never in the history of Hogwarts, had the great hall been that silent. Everyone, even the foreign and the muggleborns knew the story of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Was-Forgotten. When his death came out it, it got into every newspaper of the magical Europe.

Dumbledore scanned over Gryffindor Table in search for the other twin, Jeremy Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. The younger twin sat near his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. His face expressed several emotions; the biggest of them being regret, regret for being arrogant ass and not helping his brother. He could have always called Harry to join him in games and flying… or at least ask mom and dad to treat his twin as an equal, but he never did. He wanted parents' attention for himself and himself, only. 'May be Snape was right after all' he thought 'I'm an attention seeking brat'. But when, he understood he was wrong, it was too late.

Silence was broken by a light whimper, Lily Potter, the Muggle Studies professor was crying. Her face in her hands, she had large tears streaming down her hands.

When Harry ran away it hit her hard, but not nearly as hard as when she learnt that her little baby died. After the suicide attempt which was stopped by James, Lily didn't eat, sleep or talk for a very long time. Her attitude to life only changed after she found Jeremy crying in the kitchen. It made her realize that she still had reasons to live; it made her realize, she needed to let go, look into future and be strong for Jeremy and James.

Reminding herself of that fact, Lily whipped her face and raised her head to see a boy from Slytherin standing.

The boy did not look like anything special. He had short blond hair, common brown eyes and rather ugly crooked nose. His face expressed complete boredom as he slowly walked to the trophy room.

"Where do you think you are going, Mr. Ollivander?" Severus Snape, head of the Slytherin House asked in cold tones.

Even though the boy was in his house, Severus never liked him. He was… strange, peculiar. He moved like a potion master in the potion classes, but his potions were only better than Longbottom's, he always been quiet and never talk to anyone without any reasons and lastly, he had been protected by Occlumency.

Over years, Snape's suspicions disappeared, but now they came back with full strength.

The boy stopped walking and turned to his potions' teacher. Looking over him, he smirked and slowly, almost theatrically made his face morph into another. His olive coloured turned pale, almost vampire white. His short hair got longer, messier and switched its colour to coal-black. His thick eyelashes got thinner and longer. His common brown eyes were swapped for another deep, mesmerizing green. But the most notable change was the scar, the scar in the shape of the lightning bolt.

Many elder teachers who still remembered James Potter gasped loudly. Students' eyes kept traveling from one twin to another as if they were searching for any other differences, but the hair colour. However when none were found, even the most stubborn students like Ron Weasley had to accept that the boy in front of them was the Harry Potter.

As she saw the boy transform, Lily followed her first reaction to hug him, but one cold look from her own green eyes was more than enough to stop her dead on her track.

"I hope, this makes everything clear, professor." Said newly established Harry Potter; then, he quickly strode up the large wooden door and slammed it shut.

Once inside, Harry slowed down and tried to calm down; he was angry at everything and when his emotions got better of him, disasters of mega proportions tend to happened.

As he passed last staircase, Harry finally saw his 'competition'.

Victor Krum stood near windows, looking outside. His face expressed no emotions and he did not even turn to look at intruder.

Cedric, who was examining different medals and trinkets, looked at him with friendly and curious eyes which easily reflected why he got into Hufflepuff.

French Champion, Fleur Delacour sat on a very soft, red armchair and was the very meaning of elegance. She looked at him and asked in heavy accent "Do zey want us back?"

Leaning against the wall near fireplace, Harry tried to reply "No…"

But he was interrupted by a plump man who practically rolled down the stairs with excitement "Ho! Ho! Marvelous! Absolutely Marvelous! Long lost son returns to the family by being entered into the Tri-Wizard Tournament! This will be the first page of tomorrows Prophet! I guarantee you…"

Happy being with the name of Ludo Bagman was quickly shoved away by a very large woman. She looked furious as she put a light sound barrier. "Dumbledore! The Tournament was supposed to be about the cooperation between schools! Sharing knowledge, tricks and ways of magic between different countries! And you! You managed to cheat before the First Task! Two Champions from Hogwarts, this is absurd!" She shouted clearing something for three fair champions. The huge women was quickly followed by another headmaster "I Agree completely, Madam Maxim! I'm not participating in this… umnn" The man stopped for a second searching for right word "…farce. I and my students will leave tomorrow." Karkarov looked at Dumbledore with disgust and spat near his leg.

The last man entered the room. His face was hidden in the shadow, but everyone could see old auror's robes, wooden pegleg and a steel flask in his hand. With speed which was unusual for someone on one leg, the man moved forward revealing scared face and gouged eye which was replaced by a creepy looking sphere. Looking over headmaster of Durmstrang with both of his eyes, he spoke in with low, bass voice "You can't leave Karkarov and you know it! Goblet of Fire creates magically bonding contract. If you want to see your star seeker alive and well, you better participate.

"Is it a threat, I hear?" asked Karkarov with the steel in his voice.

"No, of course not, it is just a warning." Replied Mad-Eye Moody as a creepy smile fell in his face.

Everyone stood there in awkward silence until confused Cedric Diggory asked "May I inquire, what is going on?"

"Someone is trying to off Potter! That is what is going on, Lad." Moody said, confusing Cedric even more.

"Professor Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn't discovered six plots to murder someone before lunchtime." Karkarov mocked the auror, sarcastically.

"Are you all idiots!? The lad hid under other name in school for several years! Do you really think, he would blow his cover for some money? Are you seriously that daft? Someone is trying to kill the boy or injure him; the only way to meddle with Goblet of Fire is to use strong 'Imperio' or 'Confundus' on it! No fourth year student can do such thing!" Explained Mad-Eye as his magical eye stopped and focused on the boy.

"You seem to have put a lot of thought into this, Mad-Eye?"

"Of course I did, that is my job here other than to teach kids." Moody retorted, quickly.

Fleur stood up from her comfortable chair and asked angrily "So, you great Mad-Eye Moody actually let someone get zrough to the cup? Seems rather suspicious to me…"

"You dare call me a liar, lassie?" Asked Moody as his magical eye focused on the girl and his brows furred together angrily.

"I did not say zat!" The French replied innocently "But it does not matter if Hogwarts cheated or not; ze boy is too young!"

Her statement made the boy's eyes open "I do not think you understand the nature of magical bonding contract, Ms. Delacour. I'm just as angry as you are that I was entered, but I can do nothing about it…"

"You should be grateful zat someone entered your name. You get a chance to prove yourself and earn eternal glory." She interrupted him in cold tones and rolled her eyes.

"Well… let's see. Eternal Glory, hah? Then, do me a favor, Ms. Delacour, please tell me the last winner of the Tri-Wizard Tournament." Harry paused, waiting for answers. When none came, Harry playfully hit his forehead and said "Oh wait! I know that! It was no one! All of the champions died in the First Task. So… in a way you get eternal glory, but I do not want to be remembered as Poor-Boy-Who-Lived's-Brother-Who-Died-In-First-Task-Of-Tri-Wizard-Tournament; and about money, one thousand galleons is not a lot for me, my own vault is much bigger than that. But if you still do not believe me" Harry slowly took his wand out and said "I, Harry James Potter solemnly swear my life and magic that I did not put my name into Goblet of Fire, nor did I ask anyone else put it in for me." With bright light, Harry finished his oath and asked smiling "Happy, Ms. Delacour?"

"Now that it is settled, let's proceed with the tournament." Dumbledore, who was thinking quietly in the corner, finally said something "Barty, will you do the honour?"

"Well, thank you Dumbledore." Said Barty Crouch, highly annoyed; he was still busy calming everyone down after the World Cup accident and this was waste of precious time in his eyes; return of the 'dead' Potter made things more interesting, of course… but it was still a waste. "There are five important Tri-Wizard Events. First of all, the Wand Lifting Ceremony; we will be calling Ollivander of Ollivanders to check your wands for any defects." Explained Crouch slowly, making Harry twitch with happiness; his master would definitely know on how to approach this mess. "Two weeks after the ceremony, you will attend your First Task which is where we want to test your reaction to unknown danger, so you will not get any information for the task. Then, you can rest and have some fun at the Yule Ball. The Second and Third Tasks will be coming shortly afterwards; information about them would be given later. Champions, any questions? No? Good, this is where I will take my leave." Crouch waved his hand and left.

"What do you think about small celebration..?" Bagman was all in for party, but Dumbledore interrupted him and declined the offer. "Well, then… Goodbye everyone!" and Ludo left as well.

As unhappy man left, Karkarov sign to follow him as he left, but Victor knew better than to be rude to his opponents; being Quidditch super star thought him that "It vill be my honour to compete you vith."

"Honour is all ours, Krum." said his Cedric as he followed Bulgarian outside.

Ignoring leaving Fleur who was muttering about 'Little Boys' and 'British Cheaters' and her very large headmistress, Harry looked at Dumbledore and asked "Did you put my name into Goblet, Headmaster?"

"No, I did not, my boy. What made you think so?" Shocked, Dumbledore tried to probe Harry's mind to see what is going on in there, but failed. Remembering Garrick who had the same protections, Albus sighed; he was sure there was no way to get through boys defenses.

"You are the only one who had access to…" Harry felt surge of power go to his eyes. He once again thanked his master for Occlumency protections. Harry was sure that his average Occlumency shields would have not protected him.

*FLASHBACK*

"Harry, are you sure about this?" asked Garrick Ollivander with concern in his voice. 'How badly is he treated by his family?' Wandmaker asked himself 'He have been visiting the alley for two years now!'

Old wandmaker knew he could not have a child. When he was thirty, one of his experiments with combining Whomping Willow's wood and Chinese Fireball's heartstring went completely wrong and exploded his workshop. He spent three month growing back his bones and flesh in St. Mungo. One of the many injuries took away his ability to make children, turning his head to search for students which could keep the Ollivander's way of making wands alive.

Harry Potter who visited him nearly every day had been perfect for the role; he was smart, patient and knowledgable for a child. But Garrick still had his doubts about everything; the future of his family name depended on his decision.

"Harry, when you will become my apprentice… It will be point of no return. You will never be able to return back to your family…" Garrick saw the boy's smile turned into cure scowl and continued "The training will be really hard; I will ask you for things which even Hogwarts' students can't do…"

"Mr. Ollivander, no matter how hard the training will be, it can't be worse than being ignored by your own parents. So I gratefully accept your offer to become your apprentice, now where do we begin?" asked the boy impatiently.

Ollivander chuckled at boy's enthusiasm "Well then, tomorrow, we will start your training it will give me enough time to plan first lessens and for you to pack. Oh and wear those please." Garrick picked out a small box from the highest drawer and opened it, revealing two small, round artifacts.

Looking through the clear glass of the artifact, Harry wondered "What are these? I can recognize the 'protection' rune, but I can't quiet see the others."

As Harry spoke, Garrick smiled and nodded. His soon to be apprentice was definitely an ancient runes protégée; runic seals were drown with use magic, making them invisible to anyone who had yet to control it. That was one of the reasons electives at Hogwarts started in third year, most students had a very stable core by then.

"These are muggle contact lenses; non magic folk use them like glasses, to improve their vision. My father saw a better way to use them; he created special runic seal which created small 'Protego' shields around your eyes. These shields will protect you from weak blinding spells and most importantly Legilimency…"

Harry bobbed his head upon hearing a new word "Say what?"

"Legilimency, Harry, Legilimency. Legilimency is to put simply… an art to read other people's minds…"

Shocked boy interrupted him with loud gasp "You mean someone could have red my thoughts? And see my memo…" Boy stopped, initial shock had left him and his brain wheels started working twice harder. 'It would be nice to read other people thoughts when, I need information…' He thought as he asked "Will I learn Legi..." Harry had trouble pronouncing the word first time "…Legilimency?"

Garrick once again laughed at the little boy in front of him.

"Hey, what is so funny?" Harry pouted his lip "Did I pronounce it wrong?"

"No, no dear child, I just find your enthusiasm very amusing." Replied Garrick, making the boy huff "But to answer your question; yes, you will learn Legilimency, just like you will learn Occlumency. To answer your next question, Occlumency will protect you from Legilimency."

"But didn't you just say these artifacts will protect me?" Harry asked, confused 'Why learnt it, if I have protection already?'

"Yes, they will, but Occlumency is the first step to learn how magic works. It will help you focus better and control your emotions." Suddenly shop bell rang, making Garrick look out of the bookshelves "Well, I have customers. I will see you tomorrow, Harry."

"See you!" Harry walked up to the fireplace "Potter Manor!"

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

"…Book of students." Harry finished his sentence.

"Smart Lad…" said Mad-Eye, as his magical eye focused on the door "We have visitors."

The door opened and McGonagall, Potters and their friends entered the room. "Oh Minnie I see you finally fetched Potters? Oh, Sirius and Remus are here too! Come in! Come in, we have a lot to discuss." In spite of his cheery voice, Dumbledore looked dead serious.

"To answer your last question Harry; I checked the book of students just as you ran away, but the book was design to protect Hogwarts's students. So if, you had intention to be hidden, it would have been hidden even from me." Dumbledore sighed "I was always curious to where did Garrick found his apprentice, I can see now though."

Harry looked over Sirius who was the only one who tried to help little Harry to live through ignoring parents. The last of the Blacks who knew what Harry was going through replied with sad smile and shook his head sideways. He always pestered James around about ignoring Harry, but his best friend never listened. When the boy, he liked so much ran away, Sirius punched his friend in the face and looked at him disappointed.

Potters stared at Harry; they clearly did not know how to approach him.

Lily did not want to see the cold look in his eyes; she turned away to sob into her husband's shoulder. One of her hands unintentionally pulled Jeremy closer to her.

Jeremy tried to look stoic; he had to for his mother and father. If he would break down, it would only make things worse.

After staring at his long lost son, James sent a short glance towards his old friend as if he was asking for advice. His friend sent back a heavy look which meant "It is your choice."

James was no fool, nor was he an idiot. He knew Harry would probably never forgive him for what he has done. James also understood that Harry was not a kid and he probably could take care of himself. That being said, James thought his son would appreciate a friend more than a caring parent.

Finally making a decision on how to approach his son, James said ""Harry… son… We apologize for how we treated you all this years; we are very sorry, even though you will probably never forgive us." He gasped as Lily clutched her hand tighter. "But… if you are willing to give us a chance, we are going to show you how much you running away made us better, but we also will understand if you want to leave everything as it is. However if you need anything, you can always come to me, Lily or Jeremy." James finished as a single tear ran down his cheek.

Harry blinked in surprise; many times he had pictured this scene in his mind, but he never quiet expected… this. 'May be me leaving… actually changed them.' Harry thought.

Thinking that he should give them a chance, Harry said "You are right, James. Your apology means nothing to me as I forgave you long ago and hate is just not in my nature. I understood it not so long and I'm willing to give you a chance. However if you want to be my friends, even a family… you need to deal with my apprenticeship under Ollivander."

"Why did you hide your name Harry?" slowly asked Jeremy, finally finding courage to ask his twin a question.

"I did not want any attention while I'm in school; same for my Master." Replied Harry easily and turned to Dumbledore, angrily "Now… Why my name came out the Goblet of Fire?"

Dumbledore slowly sank into the conjured chair. After several minutes of thinking silence, he stated "Voldemort. Considering what we know from all Jeremy's adventures, Voldemort is still alive and eager to get himself back into mortal body. I thought Voldemort would try to kidnap Jeremy for the resurrection ritual through the year, using tournament as destruction; this is why I called Alastor. The only question left is why your name burst out, not Jeremy's… and to answer it we need to look deeper into magic of the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore walked up to the goblet and started waving his wand chaotically "You see, Goblet of Fire does not care if you write your name on the piece of paper or not as long as it can identify you it works. You can write your hair colour, your weight and pretty much anything that describes you if there is no other individual that falls for your description, the goblet will understand."

As Dumbledore said that, the Goblet of Fire burst out in blue flames and spewed four different pieces of paper. Three of them were caught by an old man, but last and most important one slowly flew over to Harry and felt near his legs. Harry picked it up and read through it not able to control his emotions.

"No! No. this is not true!' Harry took in a sharp breath. Anger passed through his Occlumency shield like they were not even there. "Old man I do not know, what are you playing at, but do not add me into this mess!" Harry shouted, feeling the power which was fueled by his anger and begged Harry to let go. Adults and Jeremy looked at Harry with shock; fire aura surrounding him was terrifying. "You are trying to tell me, all I been through was just because of your mistake?! No, this is not going to work that way, Dumbledore." Felling the power pour over the edges, Harry apparated away just as his magic grew out of control burning everything around him.

"What the hell just happened?" Jeremy said still covering his face with sleeve of his robe.

"I believe, he just apparated." Dumbledore was shocked for the second time in the evening. 'How did he fire apparated?' he question himself. While wizards had several theories on how fire apparition worked, there was always one tiny detail. Fire apparition would burn human body and no elemental shield or cooling charm would protect you from phoenix fire.

"But… How did he do that?" Jeremy looked puzzled. It was either, Hermione was wrong when she told him you can't apparate in Hogwarts or his brother just did something impossible. Both points were equally unbelievable.

"Do you really think it is more important to than why your brother set off like that? You are as ignorant as your father is, Potter." With that, Snape picked up the piece of parchment and brought it to his eyes. He looked at the paper, his eyes repeating what Harry's eyes did just five minutes ago, widening with shock and disbelieve

"What is it? Why are you freaking out?" The Potter patriarch was highly disturbed, it should have been something big to make calm boy who was his second son to lose his emotional control.

Snape turned to his arch-enemy and showed the paper.

It read "Boy-Who-Lived"

A/N

Hello there! I'm reading fanfiction for like 4 years now and I'm kind of getting annoyed, people keep abandoning and forgetting about their own fanfiction. So I decided to write my own, to see what is going on.

This is my first work, if you see any mistakes, please write it in reviews.

A/N, number 2

I wrote the first chapter long ago and kind of, forgot that I changed fanfic's planning quite a bit. Chapter have been reworked and remade. Flashback remained the same, but reactions of several people, most importantly Harry/his family changed completely.

Well, I truly think new chapter is better and makes more sense.

Any commends would be appreciated, constructed critic and suggestions even more so.

Disclaimer: I own nothing; everything from potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowling.

See you in next chapters, ArtsAwesome