Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Author;- Cullsi

Pairings:- Harry James Potter & Hermione Jane Granger

Setting ;- Just after Third Year

Summary;- What if Harry got back to Kings Cross at the end of Third Year to find no one there waiting for him, what if when Harry gets back to Privet Drive and finds there's been a major accident happened to some of the Dursley's. What if Harry goes back to the Leaky Cauldron like the summer of the previous year. What if all these things were true in the summer before forth year Read and find out what else may have changed from J. K. Rowling's Original Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.

Disclaimer;- Only that which I make up in my imagination is mines, all else has come from J. K. Rowling. I make no money from this I do it for the love of the Harry Potter Universe.

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Chapter One

A Closing Chapter in the Life of Harry James Potter

As Harry Potter, thirteen year old wizard fresh off the Hogwarts Express, walked through the barrier of the exit of Platform Nine and Three Quarters, in London's King's Cross. He wasn't really surprised after looking around to see that his relative's The Dursley's where no were to be seen. They must have still been angry with his for blowing up his Uncle Vernon's sister Aunt Marge after she spouted off abuse about his dead parents.

After waiting half an hour, to give them a chance to get there, not that he thought they would, just in case they had been stuck in the traffic in London. To be honest Harry was just trying to delay the inevitable, returning to Privet Drive for the summer. At the end of the half an hour Harry decided to call down the Knight Bus, he could not spend the full summer waiting on his relatives to come, pick him up, and take him back to their home. That was the point their home, it had never been his home, the only home he ever felt that was his was Hogwarts, but he had just returned from his third year so he to wait till the summer was over until he could return. Harry was still remembering the lost chance he had at being able to go and live with his Godfather Sirius Black, who had been wrongly imprisoned for twelve years, but had managed to break out of the supposed inescapable Azkaban Prison.

Deciding he had waited long enough for the Dursley's, Harry took out his wand, stuck it in the air and brought it down through the air, which signalled for the Knight Bus to stop, Harry knew it had worked when he heard the resounding *BANG* that signalled the arrival of the purple three Decker Bus.

Harry thanked his lucky stars that it was not Stan and Ernie who were on the Knight Bus, so he hoped to go unrecognised, the conductor of the bus only seemed interested in the destination of his new passenger, not who he was. Harry noticed that the beds had been replaced with chairs of different kinds, sitting himself in the squashy armchair with Hedwig on his knee and his trunk that was beginning to look slightly worn with all the things he had now for school he could probably do with a larger one. The bus took off at a lurch but unlike the last time, his chair didn't go flying forward. Must have been put in place with a sticking charm, it wasn't long before Harry was off the Knight Bus and walking up the path to the front door of Number Four Privet Drive.

Something caught his attention as he walked up the path to the door, the garden was a state, weeds everywhere the grass overgrown, the hedges needed cutting. Harry thought that his Aunt and Uncle must have been planning to make him work away on the garden; it just seemed strange it was in such a state the Dursleys always wanted to appear normal, they didn't like the neighbours to gossip anything bad about them.

Walking to the front door, not really knowing whither to walk straight through the door and have his Uncle shout at him for being rude and just barging into their house, or should he chap the door at which point his Uncle would shout at him for making him get from vegetating in front of the Television. Deciding to ring the doorbell and have his Uncle answer the door, touching the button and hearing the most annoying ring run though house. It was almost instantaneous when barking emitted from inside the house deciding to let Hedwig out her cage so she could get to safety if she needed to. After Hedwig took off and perched herself on the garden tree watching so she could protect her master if need be. The door opened with the last person Harry thought to ever open it ... Aunt Marge and Ripper at her heels barring his teeth and growling at Harry.

"Bah, you've got a nerve turning up here, boy. I see that's St Brutus' School has let you out then. But I must say you do have a nerve turning up here after all that has happened, not even a letter, I have half a mind to set Ripper on you just now."

"What has happened, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon can't reach me at my school."

"Well, why should they want to, but suffice to say dear Petunia and Dudley are dead, they died in a car crash a few months ago. Poor Vernon's never been the same since, for one he's kept on asking about you, for some reason keeps mumbling on about the freak and his freakish nature"

"Can I see him?"

"Please, I see manners isn't something they teach you at school, unlike poor Duddikin's always such a polite boy,"

Harry had to stop himself from rolling his eyes in respect for the dead, even though his cousin bullied him all his life. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about the death of his Aunt and his cousin he wasn't close to them there had never been any love lost between them all Harry felt was a sort of loss, the last blood connection he had to his mother was now gone.

"Vernon's in the lounge, and mind show some respect, you can leave your things out here because you won't be staying here, Vernon will be leaving with me soon and we will never come back to this accursed place again." Said Marge taking a hanky and wiping her eyes from the tears, she turned and walked away into the kitchen to start packing but not before she had a large brandy, for all her faults she did love her nephew.

Harry realised there that even the most unpleasant people where still human and had feelings.

Walking into the living room, Harry saw his Uncle Vernon sitting in the lounge in his armchair, bottle of whiskey in his hand, others scattered about the room. Rubbish from food rappers around him, he was sitting in his vest and trousers, stains all over his vest, his usual clean shaven face now sporting a patchy beard of sorts.

"I see you've finally decided to turn up, it is a bit late but I see you've turned up, what day is it?" asked Vernon, though with sadness in his voice, Harry could still hear the hate his uncle had for him in his voice.

"Uncle Vernon, what happened? If I had known I would have come back sooner," said Harry not really knowing what to say.

"Sure you would freak, what makes you think that I had wanted you here, my darling Petunia and I had never wanted you, and I only put up with you because your aunt felt a sense of duty to look after you. As the last of her blood from her family and that was the only reason I allowed you to stay here but no more you can go back to those freaks and that freak school of yours and stay the...r..." for some reason a light went off in Vernon's head. There as if suddenly the freak who went to a school of freakiness, and was it not in the Television programme's when he was younger of Wizard freaks doing the impossible with magic. His freak of a nephew could bring back his family his beloved wife and son.

Suddenly Vernon was out of his seat and grabbed Harry by the shoulders, and dragged him over to the mantelpiece and pointed one of his chubby fingers at the two Urns on the mantel with the bottle of whiskey still in his hand. On the Urns, there was two plaques'.

Petunia Rose Dursley

Dudley Vernon Dursley

"Bring...them...back" barked Vernon

"I...can't...it's not possible to bring them...back, even magic cannot bring back the dead, I'm sorry about Aunt Petunia and Dudley but they are dead I cannot bring them back"

"Don't lie to me boy" Snarled Vernon stumbling as he pushed Harry away from him and prepared to hit him but tripped over himself and hut the Urns with the ashes of Petunia and Dudley in them. As Vernon hut the floor and there was a resounding *SMASH* as both Urns cracked on Vernon's head knocking him out and scattering the ashes of both Dudley and Petunia over himself.

At that moment Marge came running through from the kitchen with Ripper at her feet, growling and ready to pounce. Harry decided to get out before things could get worse but stopped to pick up the paper at his feet that he thought could give him some answers.

"...YOU'.." screamed Marge Dursley at the top of her voice. Harry didn't wait he remember what it was like to be chased around the garden by Ripper getting to the front door and grabbing his trunk Harry began dragging it to down the path. He should have never come back. Ripper was on his heals but thankfully Hedwig came to his rescue her talons sinking into the back of Ripper making the bull dog yelp and run back into the safety of the house.

As Hedwig came and landed softly on the shoulder of her beloved master as he brought in wand down through the air and called the Knight Bus.

"Hedwig fly to the Leaky Cauldron and I'll meet you there" Deciding it was too much hassle to take her cage and that he would get her a new one in Diagon Alley he threw it away. Just as the resounding *BANG* marked the arrival of the Knight Bus.

Harry ignored the strange look the conductor gave him, as he handed over the money to get him to Diagon Alley. Sitting in the squashy armchair with his trunk, safely stowed away Harry looked at the paper in his hands it was from the local paper The Little Whinging Times. Harry did not have to look far to find his answers where all over the front page.

Grunning's Director of Sales in Drunk Driving

Grunning's Drill Company Inc's Director of Sales Manager was last week in car crash which resulted in the death of wife Petunia Dursley (39) and son Dudley Dursley (14). The accident occurred on Thursday night last week as Vernon Dursley and his family where making their way home after the company dinner, where Mr Vernon Dursley was the organiser. The accident occurred just as they where exiting the Hilton Hotel in Little Whinging where a lorry collided with Mr Dursleys car impacting on the passenger side of the car instantly killing both Petunia and Dudley Dursley instantly.

When questioned, Mr Dursley was found to be three times over the limit. Mr Dursley has been charged with dangerous driving and is due at Surrey Sheriff Court on the 13th of August.

When talking to Mr and Mrs Dursleys neighbours we found ourselves in a controversy of different information concerning the Dursley family. Talking to young Dudley Dursleys friend Piers Perkins he described Dudley as one of the most athletic and generous people he ever knew, "he would always help people if anyone was in need of help, and often had to stop his wayward cousin a Mr Harry Potter who attends St Brutus School for Incurable Criminal Boys. And would have to be stopped hurting young children that lived in the area when he used to bully them for his own amusement"

Though interestingly though when talking to a Mrs Arabella Figg who lives on Wisteria Lane, about this mysterious cousin who is away at a school for Criminals she mentions that young Harry is a sweet boy, I used to watch him when he was younger and I have never met a most sweet, polite, innocent boy I have ever met....

The article went on to give various interview on what people thought of the Dursleys and how Vernon had been suspended from work pending the trial. By the time Harry looked up the Knight Bus had pulled up in front of the Leaky Cauldron. Harry couldn't help but sigh he really need to time to himself to take stock and see what to do next there where things in his life he wanted to change and he was going to have to start making those changes starting tomorrow. Looking back Harry couldn't help but think how things would never be the same again, the chapter in his life that involved the Dursleys was now closed he was alone now, no family, but then Harry had always been alone ever since his parents died. All he had now was his Hedwig it was time to take the steps needed for a change; it was time to become responsible.