Chapter one

As Harry Potter raced out of the great hall, he heard voices calling to him. He heard others say he was too young, he heard some say he did it, he entered the triwizard tournament himself to get more attention. He was shocked by everything, the looks, the whispers, but what shocked him more was the glare he received from his friend, from Ron. In that instant Harry knew then that Ron believed he entered and no matter what he said Ron would always believe he entered. He would never listen to the truth.

He knew the moment he heard his name called that he had been right all along.

Before returning to Hogwarts all Harry kept thinking about was would his fourth year at Hogwarts be any different from his first three years. His first year he had Quirrell and Voldemort trying to kill him. He was the-boy-who-lived who everyone would stare at, trying to see his scar. Ever since Hagrid had explained about Voldemort and his parents, Harry hated his scar. It reminded him that he lived over his parent's, he lived when they sacrificed themselves for him. Harry thought for what, he's life has been terrible and always will be.

Harry had felt guilty ever since he heard happened about that night in Godric's Hollow. He knew from that moment on he deserved the treatment he got from the Dursley's, it was his punishment for living over his parents. He never told a soul that was how he felt, but he had never revealed the truth about the Dursley's either.

Then he thought of second year, Aragog, the voice of the basilisk as it wanted to kill, the petrified people. Then to face a thousand year old giant snake in the hope he could save Ginny Weasley. To Harry, that was bad enough, but the worst had been listening to Tom Riddle. He finally saw the boy who would turn into the man that murdered his parents, Lord Voldemort. What he said made Harry do a lot of thinking. Were they alike? Harry knew they were similar in looks and maybe the only other thing they were similar in was the fact they were both parselmouth's. Harry didn't think he would ever kill, and he knew he would never torture anyone, not like Voldemort did who seemed to enjoy it. One thing Harry figured out about speaking with the young Voldemort, even from a very young age he must have killed. Harry could never imagine trying to hurt anyone while he was this age. Okay, he had thought about using spells on the Dursley's, maybe turn them into pigs like Hagrid wanted to do to Dudley. But those types of spells wouldn't torture and wouldn't risk insanity and they definitely didn't kill.

Then he thought of third year, Uncle Vernon making everyone believe he went to a school for criminal boys. His uncle's sister always going on about how Harry's parents were no hopers, drunks and lay about. After one of her many rants Harry finally lost it, Marge Dursley ended up the size of a whale except she was floating. He ran from Privet drive believing he would be expelled, maybe even jailed. As he ran he ended up be scared by a huge dog, then he escape to Diagon alley. He finally hears that now he had another person who wanted him dead, Sirius Black.

Finally Harry hears that Black was his godfather. The worst of all, at least to Harry was his godfather was innocent. He offered Harry a home just for that home to be snatched away a few minutes later. Harry had never gotten over the fact that he almost left the Dursley's for good.

Even though his life at the Dursley's was a little better, ever since he told them the escaped murderer they had seen on the television was in fact his godfather who wanted to make sure Harry was happy. But it was still a terrible place to live. Harry never called number four, home. As he got older he never called the Dursley's family. He was just stuck at that house with those people and couldn't wait until he was old enough to leave.

He still wasn't sure how he felt about what had taken place at Hogwarts that year but at least he helped Sirius escape. Sirius Black was his godfather, he was innocent, then he hears what happened the night his parents died. Sirius had allowed Hagrid to take him to Dumbledore, which led him to living with the Dursley's. Then Harry finds out that his teacher, Remus Lupin was also good friends with his parents. Yet this so called man who Harry had been told he called uncle had never once thought of ever visiting Harry, he never even bothered sending a letter.

It was during those holidays that Harry felt like Lupin had deserted him and betrayed his friendship with his father. He already felt that the magical world deserted him, that hurt enough but Remus who was one of his father's best friends didn't even bother to see if Harry was okay after being attacked by Voldemort moments after his parents had been murdered. He at first thought Sirius abandoned him to, so he could go after the rat. But Harry realised if he had the chance he would have gone after the rat as well. So Harry forgave Sirius, but he couldn't forgive Remus.

Harry did a lot of thinking during the weeks at the Dursley's. At first he thought that those two men didn't seem to fight for him. To Harry it seemed they didn't want to be burdened with their best friend's kid. He now understood more, Sirius was angry, he was grieving for the loss of his best friend. Remus was another story, Harry just couldn't trust Remus Lupin, he knew there might have been circumstances that made him leave. But to Harry, Lupin was just another adult that abandoned him. That's how he felt about everyone, they abandoned him.

As Harry raced up the stairs to the astronomy tower he felt that he had been abandoned, not just by Remus, but by everyone in the magical world, even some in the muggle world. Those that turned a blind eye to the many bruises that would appear on his body. Ever week he would turn up at school with fresh bruises yet no one did a thing to help him. He was never even asked what happened, everyone just turned a blind eye.

Harry ran to the railing, he slammed into it then tried to catch his breath, 'I knew it, I just fucking knew it,' Harry panted heavily until he finally sat down, 'Why would this year be any different? I did hope, well, like many times before that hope has been dashed,' Harry sat down, he pulled his knees up against his chest then wrapped his arms around his legs, his head on his knees.

In Gryffindor common room everyone was talking about Harry Potter's name coming out of the triwizard cup.

'You are an idiot Ron, you really believe Harry would enter himself. He said it that first night, he was happy when they had an age restriction that way no one could make him enter. He wanted to sit back like everyone else and watch. I hope Harry never forgives you for believing he did it,' Hermione was practically yelling before she stormed up the stairs to the girls dormitory.

'She's right, Harry never entered,' Fred said.

'He wouldn't, he hated the spotlight and he would not stand a chance in this even if he did enter,' George said.

'How could you think Harry would know spells to get him out of those dangerous situations that the champions are going to face,' Lee said.

'Even George and I will be pushing our knowledge if one of our names came out,' Fred turned to his twin, nodded then headed up to their dorm room with their friend, Lee Jordon. Ginny kept staring at her brother but she could see he was being stubborn, she knew then that Harry and Ron's friendship was over, which meant she would never get a chance with Harry. She never figured he would look at her anyway, mainly because he only saw her as his best friends little sister. She sighed then slowly walked up to her own dorm room wondering where Harry went.

So many people in the common room thought Harry did enter, some didn't believe it. But they all knew one thing, it was going to be very tense in Gryffindor tower over the coming weeks.