I own nothing except the idea for the story. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I just like to play with her characters

Chapter one

Between the ( ) is a section from Harry potter and the goblet of fire, owned by JK Rowling

(The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was their second feast in two days. Harry didn't seem to fancy the extravagantly prepared food as much as he would have normally. Like everyone else in the hall, judging by the constantly craning necks, the impatient expressions on every face, the fidgeting, and the standing up to see whether Dumbledore had finished eating yet. Harry simply wanted the plates to clear, and to hear who had been selected as champions.

At long last, the golden plates returned to their original spotless state; there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise within the hall, which died away almost instantly as Dumbledore got to his feet. On either side of him, Professor Karkaroff and Madam Maxime looked as tense and expectant as anyone. Ludo Bagman was beaming and winking at various students. Mr Crouch, however, looked quite uninterested, almost bored.

'Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision,' said Dumbledore. 'I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber,' he indicated the door behind the staff table, 'Where they will be receiving their first instructions.'

He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semidarkness. The goblet of fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting…a few people kept checking their watches…

'Any second,' Lee Jordan whispered, two seats away from Harry.

The flames inside the goblet turned suddenly read again. Sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot out of the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it – the whole room gasped.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned black to blue-white.

'The champion for Durmstrang,' he read in a strong, clear voice, 'will be Viktor Krum,' Harry saw Victor Krum rise from the Slytherin table and slouch up towards Dumbledore; he turned right, walked along the staff table, and disappeared through the door into the next chamber.

'Bravo, Viktor! Boomed Karkaroff,' so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause, 'Knew you had it in you!'

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

'The champion for Beauxbatons,' said Dumbledore, 'is Fleur Delacour!'

'It's her, Ron!' Harry shouted as the girl who resembled a Veela got gracefully to her feet, shook back her sheet of silvery blond hair, and swept up between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.

'Oh look, they're all disappointed,' Hermione said over the noise, nodding toward the remainder of the Beauxbatons party. Disappointed was a bit of an understatement, Harry thought. Two of the girls who had not been selected had dissolved into tears and were sobbing with their heads on their arms.

When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, silence fell again, but this time it was a silence to stiff with excitement you could almost taste it.

'The Hogwarts champion,' he called, 'is Cedric Diggory!'

'No!' said Ron loudly, but nobody heard him except Harry; the uproar from the next table was too great. Every single Hufflepuff had jumped to his or her feet, screaming and stamping, as Cedric made his way past them, grinning broadly, and headed off towards the chamber behind the teachers table.

'Excellent!' Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. 'Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real – '

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again, sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.)

By the time Albus caught the parchment, the flames shot another piece of parchment out, he used his left hand to grab that. Just as he touched it, another flame shot more parchment out, this time Minerva grabbed it. No one knew what was going on, but over the next forty minutes the flames continuously shot parchment out until the staff table was covered.

'What in the name of merlin's baggy pants is going on?' said Ron as he gazed around.

'Beats me, but it's still going,' said Harry.

'There is a few hundred pieces of parchment up on the table,' said Hermione, 'There is only supposed to be three. The goblet must have malfunctioned, or it was bewitched in some way. I find that hard to believe as it's a very old magical artefact.'

'Whatever happened means they might have to do this all again,' said Harry.

'Yeah, cancel it then have everyone submit their names again,' Ron said.

'Unless those pieces of parchment's are blank,' said Hermione.

'Let's hope, I'm full, I'm tired and I would like to go to bed,' said Harry before he yawned, he folded his arms on the table then rested his head on it, 'Wake me when we can leave.'

'Harry, aren't you curious as to why this is happening?' asked Hermione.

'Yeah, but I put my curiosity off until tomorrow, when I'm awake.'

Just then red sparks left Dumbledore's wand, everyone suddenly fell silent, 'Until we can determined what went wrong tonight there is no point staying here. Head to your house rooms, get a good night's sleep and hopefully by the morning we will be able to give you some information.'

'Is Cedric still champion?' a Hufflepuff yelled.

'That is yet to be determined, but I will say this, Viktor, Fleur and Cedric will be the only three champions to re-enter if this cannot be fixed. Now, off to bed.'

There was a lot of talk as the students left the great hall, Harry was quiet, he acted tired, but it was an act. Ever since he received the enchanted diary, he had been watching and listening. Not just for the danger the diary mentioned, but the truth of people's intentions, their real intentions. Harry knew that Mad-eye Moody was really Barty Crouch junior using polyjuice potion. He planned to rescue the real Moody so Crouch could be exposed, but he also wanted Bartemius Crouch senior exposed. That man was partly to blame for Sirius ending up in Azkaban, without a trial, yet he allowed his death eater son to go free. True, the son had been under the imperius curse for years, now he was truly free and trying to return Voldemort to a body.

At the end of his third year when Harry returned to the Dursley's, Harry had informed them of Sirius and how he was an escaped murder, and his godfather. Harry knew it would scare the Dursley's, they would think some psycho murderer would turn up and kill them in their sleep. It was the first time ever that they left Harry alone. There was no long list of jobs, no nasty comments or names, and allowed him to come and go as he pleased. They also allowed him to have his trunk in his room and keep his wand.

It was a week into the holidays when Harry saw the diary appear out of nowhere. At first he thought of the diary that possessed Ginny, Voldemort's diary. He couldn't use magic to check it, but he knew someone who could, Dobby. The little excitable elf said it was magical diary but it was not harmful to Harry Potter.

He had no idea how the diary worked, how his parent's, who were dead seemed to know what was about to happen. He was curious but he wasn't going to let unanswered questions stop him.

He began to read his parent's words and their plans to help Harry stop Voldemort returning which would stop more deaths.

Harry had begun to work on ways to get around. He needed to visit Gringotts, he needed to shop for magical items along with clothes. He needed to get to the graveyard that held the bones of Voldemort's father.

Harry knew Ron would let him know about the quidditch world cup, but he had a few weeks before he would be heading to the Burrow. Harry packed up his measly possessions, used the built in shrinking charm on his trunk, which he didn't know it had. But again, thanks to his parent's diary he found out all the trunks sold to students of Hogwarts had a shrinking charm built in them.

Harry left a note taped to his bedroom door. The Dursley's wouldn't care if he was gone, but he thought it would be best to let them know. He also told them he may have to return at the end of the following school year. He wouldn't, he just needed to throw people off, but Harry planned to sneak away, using idea's his parent's diary gave him.

After visiting Gringotts, Harry asked the goblin about how he could get around without being able to apparate or use a floo. He knew some of the places he needed to go did not have floo access. He didn't want to use the night-bus as it would be to easy for anyone to find out where he had been. The goblins explained that for a price he could buy port key's to anywhere, but to go overseas he would need to get permission from the Department of Magical Transport. Harry also asked if there was another pub or hotel where he could get a room for a while, that didn't get a lot of people passing through, like the Leaky Cauldron. The goblin explained about the hotel in the next alley, called the Bustling Banshee. It was mainly a hotel, it did have a bar and a restaurant but those were for their paying guests. So Harry worked out to get some port keys then headed to the Bustling Banshee to get a room and settle in.

Harry realised that the diary didn't contain everything that was going to happen. It seems his parent's mainly wrote what was important and how it would affect him, unless he changed things. And he was going to do all he could to change things.