Jenn008 and Greensaber92 are working on and writing this story together. Neither of them own and of the Harry Potter books, movies, or characters, those belong to J.K. Rowling. What do You do When Your Portkey Stops Working? Chapter 1 You Take a Swim! "Both of us!", Harry said. "What?""We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms.

"You- you sure?" "Yeah ," said Harry. "Yeah… we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just take it together." For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face split in a grin."You're on," he said. "Come here."He grabbed Harry's arm below the shou8lder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.

"On three, right?" said Harry. "One- two- three-" He and Cedric both grasped a handle. Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and swirling color, Cedric at his side. -SPLASH! Cedric saw cold black water surrounding him. Both he and Harry started trying to swim to the surface of wherever it was that they had landed in. This was quite hard because of all of their clothing. 'The Triwizard Cup must be Portkey!' Cedric realized. Soon Cedric and Harry broke the surface of the water, gasping for breath, and treading water. They looked in the distance and saw Hogwarts. When they looked toward the Quiditch Stadium they saw that it was empty. But how could that happen. There was a maze and millions of people there just moments before?

"We've got to swim to land and get to the cup!" Harry panted and they continued to tread water. "it's the only way back!" The silver trophy glimmered in the light sitting under a tree on the grassy shore of the Black Lake. Swimming to the sandy edge both of the boys made a dash for the cup grasping each handle as they had done only moments before. "Why isn't it working?" Cedric shouted in frustration."I don't know! Maybe its only a one way Portkey, like the one we took to the Quiditch World Cup.""And why are you boys here?" a voice said from behind.

Harry and Cedric twirled around and saw… "Dumbledore!" Harry gasped."And who are you two?" said the old professor. "I've been going to this school for seven years, I've been competing in the Triwizard tournament and you still don't remember who I am? I'm Cedric Diggory!" Cedric asked incredulously. "I'm Harry Potter, you've been my Headmaster for four years!" said Harry."No, I'm deeply sorry, but I've never heard or seen either of you before." Dumbledore smiled with his eyes twinkling. "Wait, what's the date?" Cedric asked."September 5th, 1974." "That's not possible sir, a Portkey can't take a person back in time! Only a time turner can!" Harry looked quite bewildered. Cedric felt the way Harry looked. This shouldn't be possible. They were from the 24th of June, 1994. This place they were in now was twenty years ago! Harry was right a Portkey shouldn't go back in time. In fact it would make much more sense if he and Harry had been dumped in a grave yard during the present instead of a lake in the past. "What do you mean Mr. Potter," asked Dumbledore, " You surely are not implying that you are from the future?"

"1994 sir, the cup it took us from the Quiditch pitch and 1994, and dumped us in the Black Lake of 1974. How can that be Professor?" Cedric tried to explain.

"Let me see the cup," Dumbledore extended his hand and Cedric reluctantly handed him the cup. "Ah, the Triwizard Tournament was reinstated I see. But why are both of you wearing champions robes if the two of you are from Hogwarts." "It's a long story sir. Actually we're still not really sure why I was entered. I'm a forth year and the competition was only open to seventh years like Cedric." Harry adjusted his round glasses after wiping the water off of them.

"Mr. Potter, why don't you and Mr. Diggory continue your school year here until I can sort out how to send both of you back if you choose to go back in the end." This idea was decided to be the best course of action so Harry and Cedric followed Professor Dumbledore up to his office were they could make further plans. "You'll have to change your last names of course, and you will also have the opportunity to be re-sorted if you wish. The sorting hat doesn't know you yet so it is an option." Dumbledore said when they where inside of his office."I'll be Harry Jameson, that seems fitting to me." Harry said quickly. "Davies is sort of close to Diggory, so I guess I'm Cedric Davies.""Excellent I'm glad to welcome you to Hogwarts, Mr. Jameson and Mr. Davies." Dumbledore smiled. "Now for the sorting…"

"I think I'll just stay in Huffle-Puff." Cedric felt that this was his best choice, better Huffle-Puff were he was already comfortable than having to get acclimated to a new house.

"I'll try on the hat. If I'm in Gryffindor with my parents I'll be more likely to tell them everything that's happened without meaning to." Harry decided. Dumbledore took the old brown hat and placed it on Harry's head. Cedric couldn't hear what the hat was saying in Potter- ah- Jameson's mind but after some consideration the hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" "That's a bit of a turn around from Gryffindor." Cedric raised an eyebrow. "It was going to put me in Slytherin the first time around too. It got it's wish in the end." Harry smiled faintly.

All of the sudden a chaos of blonde hair and Gryffindor robes burst in, "Professor, Justin fell down the great stair case and he's bleeding from his head! The head boy went to get Madam Pomfrey!" Thanks for reading, please review and tell us what you liked and what you would do to make the story better! Thanks again!