A/N : Hey guys, as you can probably tell, this is a new story, I hope it shapes up good and all, it's mildly different from my other stories. Of course it's centered around Harry as per usual, but then when are my stories ever not? Anyway, this is an wrong baby Chosen story thing, but I think it's different to your average one. Of course there is going to be some Dumbledore Bashing but alas these things happen in story world. This story is completely AU there are some references to past years but I'd like to say that they are not at all similar, Voldemort hasn't risen again, Rose is not a Parslemouth and this story will not contain incest, some slash perhaps, but definitely no incest. And queries and do not hasten to ask me also, I be on the look-out for a beta for this story… Thankies.

Lorkin

Disclaimer : Of course I don't own Harry Potter, who do you think I am J.K.Rowling?

'The tri-wizard tournament, an event started over 1000 years ago, a competition designed to kill.'

- Sera Cox Wizarding Britain's leading child psychologist.

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Rose sat back in her seat at the Ravenclaw house table, surrounded by her friends;

Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley (from Gryffindor), sat opposite her, discussing questionable beauty tips. Something about a Wrackspurt, full moons and pimples. A conversation best steered clear of. Luna's father started a magazine when his wife, and Luna's mother died in a potions accident. The magazine was called 'The Quibbler', which, although not exceedingly believable, was very entertaining, and well written.

Mandy Brocklehurst and Padma Patil, were to her left. Jabbering on about the new Defense against the dark arts teacher. Mr. Damien Synn, a vampire. He had settled in quite well, aside from a few nasty jibes from future Death eaters, and those 'oh so brave' Gryffindors. It did help however that Mr. Synn was, in a sense, beautiful. Dark hair, pulled back (a few strands of hair fell onto his pale face however), high cheek bones that gave him an almost regal demeanor. His icy blue eyes seemed to look right through you. It was a face that would break many a girls, and boys, heart. Better then 'the part' (Lockheart) who had Obliviate himself in her second year at Hogwarts. He was currently residing in St. Mungo's unable to remember anything aside from the necessities. (Writing was not included in that package). Rose had visited the man occasionally, she felt it was somewhat her fault seeing as she had asked him to show his favorite spell, it was just mildly unlucky that he had picked up Mandy's wand, that had been broken previously in the year. Idiot.

Terry Boot her best friend, Not boyfriend as many of the newspaper reporters seemed to believe, sat to her right. At this time in the story he was giving Rose a play by play of the Quidditch world cup. As her legal guardian, Albus Dumbledore had forbidden her to go. After all, Death eater activity was on the rise and, she needed to train if she were ever going to defeat Voldemort .

"And then, just as Czechoslovakia scores, Krum dived. All the crowd goes quiet, and even the players come to a standstill." Terry takes a long drink of pumpkin juice, dragging out his story.

"And then what?" Rose finds herself asking. Terry sighs dramatically.

"And then…"

"Yes?"

"He hit's the ground head first. The Thunderball's a complete right off, by the way. He breaks a collarbone, his hips and his left knee-cap." Rose winces. Terry shudders. "Not nice at all."

"What happens then?" Terry grins this is obviously his favorite part of the story.

"Well, as you may have realized, Krum cant play."

"No shit Sherlock." Terry gasps and puts a hand to his mouth, Rose rolls her eyes. "Hurry up with the story Terry!" she demands.

"Well Krum cant play, so they bring out his sub." Rose's mouth drops in understanding,

"Not that Sixteen year old that was all over the Daily Prophet just before the summer!" Terry Grins.

"Yes, Gabriel."

----------FLASH BACK----------

Terry comes running up the Ravenclaw Girls Dormitory staircase. (This is probably the right time to mention that Terry is gay,) Slams open the door and pushes open Rose's bed hangings.

"You have to see this, Rose!" He says shaking said girl awake. Thrusting the daily prophet in her face.

"What?" She snapped and rubbed her eyes, her eyes looking over the front cover of the newspaper, looking for either 'Rose Potter', 'Terry Boot' or 'He-who-must-not-be-named' she looked at Terry. "What am I meant to be looking at." Terry looked at the newspaper.

"Turn to the back." Rose rolled her eyes.

"It's only sports on the back, only Quidditch." Terry nodded.

"Exactly." Rose's eyes narrowed.

"You woke me up at 6 on a Saturday to talk about QUIDDITCH?" She shouted incredulously. Terry grinned and nodded.

"Yepp." Rose growled.

"This had better be good Boot." Terry nodded his head.

The heading 'BULGARIA SIGNS NEW SEEKER" screams out at her. A blurry picture of a boy with dark hair moves around underneath the title.

'Bulgarian coach, Uric Gegessen, has recently admitted to signing on a new sub, for Krum, in the Q.A Cup , but what we didn't know was that this sub, who goes by the name of Gabriel, is only 15 (16 on the 31st of July). Stunts like this are becoming more and more frequent in the world of Quidditch, but surly 15 is a little too young. We talked to friends of Mr. Gegessen….'

Rose raised an eyebrow, "Fifteen?" Terry nodded. "That's our age…."

-----------END FLASH BACK-----------

"So," Rose started with a grin. 'how was he?" Terry grinned.

"Imagine Krum, and then imagine 3 times as good." Rose smirked.

"Seriously Boot." Terry snorted.

"I'm being deadly serious Rosy." he sighed "You should have seen him play, he was amazing, completely and utterly enthralling." Rose chuckled.

"You sound like a first year Hufflepuff with a crush on Mr. Synn!" she said. Terry shook his head.

"Forget Mr. Synn." Mandy and Padma gave him a real evil glare. "I mean," he stammered. "Not that he's not hot, he is, completely. But Gabriel, is like ten times better," The Vampire looked in his direction. "Not being offensive or anything"

Rose looked at Terry's face and burst out laughing.

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A week into the school year the headmaster announced that the Tri-Wizard Tournament was coming to Hogwarts. 6th years and over were allowed to put their names in the Goblet of fire. Many people, mainly Slytherins thought this rule had been added in just to appease the Girl-who-lived. Dumbledore, did not act on these rumors. He did however announce that they all had to be present at lunch on the 15th. We now go to the day in question.

The Ravenclaw table, as per usual were talking amongst them selves.

"I was just in the middle of my Gobstones practise!" A third year exclaimed. "Don't they care if Ravenclaw doesn't win this year?"

"Personally I think it's got something to do with the lack of sherbet lemons…." Luna began dreamily. "I think that a group of Niftlers stormed the place whilst we were sleeping. And stole the headmasters secret stash." You could have heard a pin drop in the aftermath of this statement. Rose cleared her throat nervously.

"Don't hold your breath on that one Luna, if Dumble's sweets were stolen then we'd know about it by now."

"Students of Hogwarts. I've gathered you all here today to announce the arrival of Beauxbatons and Drumstang. I wish that all of you welcome them with open arms." He sat back down. Rose was just relieved that he hadn't added his famous 'Nitwit, Blubber, Ointment and tweak.' routine. The great hall doors flew open to reveal the Girls of Beauxbatons, in all their blue satiny glory. Each one sashaying in, their skirts rising higher and higher. The boys of Hogwarts were literally drooling on their dinners. Rose and Terry shared one of those looks. Mandy shuddered in her seat. The girls from Beauxbatons were….scary.

---XVX---

Heya,

Sorry for finishing there but atm I've got to pack for a trip in the country side shudders as always, please hit that little purple coloured button, and I'll read the reciews when I get back.

Thankies in advance,

Lorkin