I OWN NOTHING, ALL HARRY POTTER RELATED MATERIAL IS OWNED BY JK ROWLINGS. ANY MUSIC USED IN THIS FANFIC IS OWNED BY IT'S BAND.

Here was the moment Albus-too-many-names Dumbledore had been waiting on for years. He was sure Aaron Potter's name would be coming out of the goblet of fire and then he could arrange things so the dark lord could be reborn. He would wait until poor Aaron had been murdered and then swoop in and defeat Lord Voldemort and be hailed as the second coming of 'Merlin'. As he turned slowly towards the room holding the three other champions with a slight smirk on his face he waited for the small woosh to let him know the goblet had relit. He internally reveled when he heard that familiar sound. He turned quickly and made sure he had a surprised look on his face for when he would call out Mr. Potter's name. He reached up and plucked the small scrap of paper from the air, cleared his throat and announced. "It seems we have a fourth champion." Everyone in the room gasped and leaned in waiting for the headmaster to let them know who had somehow found a way to become the fourth champion in a Tri-Wizard Tournament. Dumbledore looked down at the paper for a moment and then paled. He stared at the the slip of parchment for so long one of the other headmasters approached him and looked over his shoulder. It wasn't hard for this very large woman to see over his shoulder and then she asked the question that would be on everyone's mind for many days to come.

"Who is this Harry Potter headmaster? Is he any kin to the boy-who-lived?"

The aged headmaster came out of his stupor after a moment. "This must be some sort of prank. Someone must have entered a fake name into the goblet to have some fun with us." This caused the gruff looking ex-auror Alastor Moody to step forward.

"The goblet wouldn't have relit and spit out a name unless the person was real and was magical. Whoever this Harry Potter is, he had better get here before the 1st event or he will lose his magic and most likely his life. You know this Albus, so you better make sure this gets into the papers and someone finds this lad and right quick too." Moody had no need to worry though, as a small blue water beetle had hitched a ride into the choosing of champions and the news would be all over the front page of the Daily Prophet the next day.

TIMESKIP

The day of the 1st event had finally arrived, and no one had seen this elusive Harry Potter. Many questions were asked, especially from the Potters. James and Lily had all but assaulted Dumbledore when it was found out the squib son they had been forced to abandon by the headmaster, not only had magic, but had been entered into the tournament. They had immediately rushed to Number 4 Privet Drive to retrieve their son. What they found there was the stuff of nightmares. They had looked into the minds of Vernon and Petunia Dursley and saw how they had mentally and physically abused the poor child. They had starved him, beat him, called him 'Freak', told him his parents had not wanted him because he was a useless sorry excuse for a human. Then one day the boy just vanished and the Dursley's went about their normal lives like nothing had ever happened. Lily had screamed and ranted at her sister, James had threatened to have them arrested, Sirus was ready to murder them, until Dumbledore intervened on their behalf and told the Potters and Black to leave he would take care of everything. They left, but told Dumbledore that they had better be punished. Of course Dumbledore couldn't very well punish them for something he had arranged, so he just obliviated them of ever having known a Harry Potter and returned to Hogwarts. The next thing he did was reform his Order of the Phoenix and send them out in search of the boy. He had to get control of him before anyone else did. All his plans were coming together and he would not allow one young man to derail 16 years of careful planning. He still had Aaron Potter, but if Harry was the real boy-who-lived then Aaron was not needed. How could he have made such a mistake? He had checked both boys, Aaron had the scar on his cheek and still had a decent amount of magic in his core. While Harry barely had enough to be considered a squib. He did have that scar on his forehead, but it was from when the crib exploded. Wasn't it?

Aaron had grown up as a celebrity. He was famous all over the magical world. When he had came to school he was just as spoiled and arrogant as one would expect. He 'pranked' many of the students and was never punished if caught. His best mate Ronald Weasley made sure no one would get close to 'his' friend. If anyone got too close Weasley would just have his twin brothers show them the error of their ways. Ginny Weasley had warned all the females at Hogwarts, that they were to keep away from 'her' man. She had hinted many times that she and Aaron were betrothed and would be married after they left school. Aaron did alright in his classes, but he was no where near the top in any of them. He of course was allowed to join the quidditch team in his first year even though there were a few people better than him at his position. Everything had truly been handed to the young man and he sure acted like someone who had it all. When Harry Potter's name had came out of the goblet Aaron had been furious. He had screamed that there was no other Potter and that he was the one who should have been in the tournament. Many people had agreed with him, of course most were in the hopes he wouldn't survive the 1st event.

The other three champions had already retrieved their egg from their nesting mother dragons. The announcer had stalled as long as possible, but he finally had to call out. "And our last competitor for the evening...HARRY POTTER!" Everyone quieted as they waited for the young man to make his entrance. "I say again...HARRY POTTER, please make your way to the arena." That's when they heard the music start.

"Ahah ah ah ah ah", it started out low.

"Ahah ah ah ah ah", it pick up in volume each time.

"Ahah ah ah ah ah", again it got louder.

"Ahah ah ah ah ah", guitar rift begins.

"Ahah ah ah ah ah", Louder.

"Ahah ah ah ah ah", Louder.

"Ahah ah ah ah ah", Drums begin.

"THUN...DER"

"Ahah ah ah ah ah"

"THUN...DER"

"Ahah ah ah ah ah"

"THUN...DER"

"Ahah ah ah ah ah"

"THUN...DER"

"Ahah ah ah ah ah"

"THUN...DER"

"Ahah ah ah ah ah"

"THUN...DER"

"THUN...DER"

"THUN...DER"

"THUN...DER"

"I was caught, In the middle of a railroad track"

"THUN...DER"

"I looked round, and I knew there was no turning back"

"THUN...DER"

"My mind raced, and I thought what could I do"

"THUN...DER"

"And I knew, there was no help, no help from you"

"THUN...DER"

The music ended and a loud crash of thunder sounded. A lightning strike at the starting line exploded, and when the smoke cleared there stood a young man who looked no older than 16. He had messy dark colored hair that flowed down to his collar. The thing that drew everyone's attention though was the slitted, slightly glowing AK colored eyes. Electricity arced from all parts of his body. It was also noted that he seemed to be floating about six inches in the air. There was more than one witch who would need a new pair of knickers after seeing this god of a man enter the arena. He stood around 6 feet tall. He was well muscled, and wore an oilskin trench coat that was secured around each leg by a strap to keep the ends from flying freely.

"I HEAR YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR ME! WELL, I'M HERE. WHAT IS IT YOU WISH FOR ME TO DO. I TAKE IT SINCE THIS IS A TOURNAMENT, THAT IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT DRAGON AT THE OTHER END OF THE ARENA."

"Mr. Potter? Harry Potter?" asked the announcer.

"THE LAST TIME I CHECKED I WAS STILL 'HARRY POTTER'. SO YES, WHAT IS MY TASK?"

"Of course Mr. Potter. You only have to retrieve a golden egg from the nesting mother dragon and the 1st task will be complete once you are scored on your performance."

"THAT'S IT? I JUST GET THE GOLDEN EGG FROM THE NEST AND RETURN TO THE STARTING LINE?"

The announcer laughed. "If it was that simple Mr. Potter, anyone would do it, but yes. Just get the egg and return to where you are standing." Everyone in the stands had recovered from his entrance and were now laughing at what the announcer had suggested.

"ALRIGHT, DONE." Harry seemed to blur for a moment then stood there with the egg in his hand. "WELL IF THAT'S ALL I'M GOING TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT. LATER." With that he turned and headed for the castle in the background. He figured there had to be food in a castle, and if they made him come all this way over a stupid egg the least they could do is feed him. The crowd though was sitting there in stunned silence. They had no clue how he had gotten the egg, but he had it and was now leaving the arena without even hearing his scores. The judges tallied his score quickly and announced that since he was late and they didn't really see him perform the feat that he would be given last place with 18 points. It's not like he cared anyway. The Potter's were rushing to catch up to the young man and Dumbledore was trying to figure out his best course of action. No one had seen the look of jealousy and hate that had been thrown at Harry by none other than his own brother. 'That should be my power, I will make the headmaster give me that power. He was the child that my parents didn't want, once I take everything from him I will make sure he regrets ever coming back.'