Not again!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

As the two spells clashed together, Harry did wonder how he got into these messes. When the two spells formed a tether between his and Voldemort's wands, he wondered what he had done in his current or previous life to piss fate off so much.

There was good reason for this, you see Harry had just seen a classmate killed, a Dark Lord regain his body, been tortured by said Dark lord and was now in a duel with him. Although, he had no idea whether this was technically still a duel since he certainly had never heard of two wands linking together like this.

Really all he could do now was force as much magic through the link as possible to stop the sphere in the center from hitting his wand; something told him it would be very bad if it touched him. Voldemort seemed very surprised when the sphere came over to his wand and it took all his concentration to stop it and force it back to Potter; his previous surprise became triumph when the sphere hit Potter's wand.

Harry collapsed to one knee, there was nothing he could do, he could feel the sphere millimetres from impacting his wand and he had nothing left; it had taken everything he had and then some to push it over to Voldemort last time. He was so preoccupied with trying not to die that he didn't notice the electricity that had started to form around him or that the sphere was getting bigger.

Eventually he did notice that the sphere which had originally been little more then a golf ball was now was now the size of a football and still growing. He paled when he also realised if it continued to grow it would engulf his wand regardless of whether it moved any closer or not. The sphere of raw magic hummed loudly as it continued to grow, Harry was vaguely aware of Voldemort shouting at him and the death eaters trying to work out what was going on.

Harry deciding one last ditch attempt was in order, so he decided to throw caution to the wind and focus all his attention on the sphere, he forced with all his will for it to stop, turn around or even turn Voldemort into a turkey; anything but kill him and he was very surprised when it seemed to do just that.

That was immediately followed by several curse words as the damn sphere exploded and his whole vision turned white. Vaguely in the background he heard what sounded like the tick of a clock, although it sounded slightly off…

"Harry Potter?"

He blinked when he realised everything was not white and that more importantly he was back in the great hall. He also realised someone-he assumed Hermione-was holding onto his arm in a death grip. Realisation jumped him like it did certain inhibited older years when females found there boyfriends (or girlfriends if that was there type), he was back! Back at the beginning of fourth year when that bloody cup spat out his name. Powerful anti-tampering protections my arse!

Twitching slightly he made his way past Dumbledore and into the trophy room, after dislodging Hermione from his arm of course. That girl was a monster when she wanted to be, which usually meant when she was worried or arguing with Ron.

His mind wasn't on that though it was on the fact he had somehow reversed time, it couldn't be time-travel that was different and involved a lot of sneaking around and not collapsing the space time continuum. No this was definitely different, as if he had somehow sent his memories or rather his essence into his younger self. The question was how? Did it have something to do with when his and Voldemort's wands had become linked?

"What is it?" asked a voice, "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?" It was Fleur and she looked just as confused as the last time Harry had come through those doors and into the trophy room. Of course this was the first time for them he had been here, but he swore if Fleur called him little boy, he would hurt something. He would prefer for it to be Snape he hurt if possible.

Harry shook his head "No" and headed over to an unoccupied part of the room to lean against the wall with his arms crossed. He was not going to be in the others line of fire if he could help it.

Fleur just looked confused at his actions; he made a mental note to save her sister again in the second task even though he knew it was safe, because his brief friendship with her and her sister had been nice. Her confusion quickly vanished, however when the door slammed open and the judges all came in, most looking remarkably angry.

"This is ridiculous Dumbledore, absolutely ridiculous!"

"I agree Albus the boy is nothing but trouble"

Harry rolled his eyes as two of his least favourite people Snape and Karkaroff started highlighting his 'finer' points.

Harry sighed, "Headmaster could I have a word?" He might as well tell the old man what he knew or at least suspected.

"Of course Harry what is it you need to tell me?" Damn him! Didn't the man know how to have a private conversation? Lucks like he'd have to resort to his inner Slytherin.

"First of all I did not put my name in that cup nor did I have help, in fact I do not know who placed my name in the Goblet and I'd rather just pretend this wasn't happening. However since knowing my luck I no doubt am required to compete, can I assume someone will at least be investigating this? I would very much like to know who would enter a fourth year into a fatal competition" There that wasn't so bad, was it?

"The boy is obviously lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime in her French accent.

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Madame with all due respect I do not make a habit of lying and I am telling the truth, if you would like me to swear a magical oath or better yet get Veritaserum then please go ahead!" He had been called a liar all the way through fourth year once already, he would at least try and avoid it this time. There was another reason though, Dudley had lied as far back as Harry could remember and he did not want to be compared to his cousin even indirectly.

Madame Maxime seemed surprised and opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Now I do not believe there is any need for such drastic measures nor do I believe Harry to have been entered of his own free will. Unfortunately now his name has come out of the goblet he will have to compete"

Harry rolled his eyes and found a nice comfy couch to collapse into whilst the 'adults' were discussing things in a civilised manner. He snorted; at least this couldn't get any worse, right?

He should have known better by now.

Repeat No.56…

"Right Harry like this has all happened before" Ron's voice was heavy with sarcasm.

Harry resisted the urge to bang his head against the table in frustration. He had found that time had not simply rewound, but seemed to be stuck on repeat. Every time he died or ended the tournament early his fourth year would 'reset'. Luckily for his sanity after awhile it had started resetting to points further back as far as his summer before fourth year as well as at random points in said year, not that he was complaining. There was only so many times he could watch his name come out of that bloody goblet before he started launching blasting curses at the thing.

That had certainly gotten the Headmaster's attention at least.

After spending a whole 'repeat' in the library and then offing himself out of sheer frustration and to see whether that would end the repeats, he had found that he was in some sort of time loop, there was a lot of theory but it had never actually been proven to be possible. Figures he'd be the first to manage it, by accident no less. Also he seemed to be the only one who remembered what had happened already, certainly when he had been able to do the third task again and face Cedric's death again, Voldemort had been just the same and showed no signs off being aware of any time loop. Did that mean the repeats would go on until he managed to survive his duel with Voldemort? If so then that could wait awhile, because it would be some time before he got to a level where he could survive against Tommy-boy.

Harry had also found that all his knowledge followed him back through the repeats, not to mention his magic at least never got weaker. He was already twice as strong magically as he had been when he first started the repeats. Unfortunately any physical changes did not pass over, so he had to still work for those.

"Yes Ron, believe me it has" he practically growled. Right now he was trying to convince Ron and Hermione of the existence of the repeats and was not having much luck. In a minute the Goblet would spit out the names of champions and he would rather at least one of them knew of his predicament. This was not the 'first' time he had tried to convince them or anyone else, but it always took awhile. Oddly Ginny and the twins were always easier to convince; still he did not know how many more loops it took before his patience snapped and he just shot the AK at Ron.

"Harry I'm sorry, but what your suggesting is impossible" countered Hermione. For a supposed genius she sure lacked any imagination, if it wasn't written down in a book then it was impossible.

"Mione do you remember two young lions in their third year that used a time turner to save a friend?" asked Harry carefully, this argument usually worked with Hermione, but he had seen it backfire before.

The brunette blushed. "Well yes, but umm erh oh damn you Mr Potter!" she glared at him good and naturally for a bit. "But how come this is happening to only you Harry?" concern for her friend outweighing any scientific objections. Hermione may love books and facts, but when it came down to it her friends were more important to her then any book ever could be.

"I have a theory…" she perked up in interest. Harry looked to see that Dumbledore was pulling names out of the Goblet. "… but that will have to wait till later" she gave him a confused and annoyed look.

"Why...?" she started to question, but was thankfully cut off by a voice that was now very familiar to Harry.

"Harry Potter?"

"Because my dear Mione duty calls" He bowed deeply and winked at her causing her to dissolve into giggles.

He then made his way towards the trophy room with a very evil grin on his face that unnerved several people including the Headmaster. Professor Snape got the odd feeling a holiday in Malibu would be a very good idea. Karkaroff started to wonder why he felt like something worse then his old master was here in the school. Crouch Jr suddenly wondered why he had a feeling of impending dread.

Little did they know Harry had every intention of making their lives hell before he managed to end the repeats; infact he would probably make his Father and Godfather very proud with what he had planned, even his mother would be cackling madly if she knew what her son had in mind.

Jbh14: Well how was it? I've been meaning to write something like this for awhile, but only now got round to it.

For those of you who have a problem with Harry being intelligent or sadistic that's your problem not mine; for those who don't you're my new best friends. Before any of you ask yes I know I skipped a few repeats so sew me! And yes Harry will eventually be more powerful, but he will have to work for it.

Also I know right now the repeats are centred around fourth year, but for those of you who haven't noticed, there branching out i.e. they will eventually start to spread to other parts of his life and yes I want to see fifth year with Umbridge and Harry pranking whilst being able to reset as well. All I can say is - you'll have to wait and see.

There will be a good deal of humour mixed in with this, Harry is after all able to reset the timeline at any point with a quick AK, so he could do whatever he likes.

Next chapter: that… is a secret.

See ya soon!

PS: If I am unknowingly using an idea someone has already thought off then I apologise. However unless there is huge similarities then I will not take this down. I was unaware of it so its not plagiarism. So far I have only read one fic even remotely similar and that's only because it was set in fourth at first also.