Unfinished Journeys, Untraveled Roads - 3 - The Goblet of Chaos


by Polydicta

A selection of unfinished tales that have been abandoned.

Each 'chapter' represents a single story.

Ongoing warnings for smut, language, character death, bashing, torture, mutilation, religious/social iconoclasm and reader brain damage. Brain bleach is highly recommended.



All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.

There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.




Unfinished Journeys, Untraveled Roads - 3 - The Goblet of Chaos


Harry Potter's fourth year is interrupted by the Goblet of Fire enforcing the rules according to its own idea of how to interpret the slips of parchment, paper and old drinks cans that were thrown into it.

OOC characters, gender-bending magic and barely magical Dudley Dursley.



Chapter 1: The Goblet of Fire


"So you're telling us that Malfoy has transferred to Durmstrang?"

The Slytherin prefect nodded. For some reason, without Malfoy's presence, relations between the snakes and the rest of the school had thawed somewhat.

"Apparently, his father wants him out of the way of, ahem, trouble this year."

Ron's entire comment was git.


The sorting ceremony was over and the Headmaster stood to make his announcements.

"This year Hogwarts will be playing host to delegations from two magical schools in Europe to cement friendships and to forge bonds of mutual understanding and cooperation. For the first time in over a century, a long standing tradition is to be revived.

"This year, Hogwarts is hosting the Tri Wizard Tournament. Let me welcome first, the Ladies of Beauxbatons Academy, and their Head Teacher Madame Olympe Maxime."

The belles of that school swept gracefully down the length of the Great Hall, their pale blue robes bringing a little extra colour to the chamber. They took seats at the foot of the tables occupied by the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.

"And now, I am pleased to introduce the young men of the Durmstrang Institute with their headmaster, Primus Igor Karkaroff."

The Durmstrang youths strode in with staves and wearing the fur cloaks and hats that kept the biting Baltic winter airs from them. Not one smiled, unless a scowl passed for a smile there.

As they took their seats at the foot of the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables Harry was surprised to see Draco Malfoy amongst their number. He nodded an acknowledgement to his arch rival.

"And now, I would like to introduce you to the man who has worked tirelessly to make this tournament happen, our chief judge, the head of the office of magical sporting cooperation, Mr Bartemius Crouch."

The proceedings continued with much barely contained excitement amongst the students of Hogwarts.

The Goblet of Fire was released from it's shielded transport case, and Crouch announced the commencement of the Tri Wizard Tournament.

Dumbledore explained …

Because of the risk to life and limb in the tournament, it has been decided that no student below the age of seventeen will be allowed to compete.

In order to enter, you must simply write your name and the name of your school on a piece of parchment and drop it into the goblet. At this time on Saturday, that is three days from now, the Goblet of Fire will select and make known who is to represent each of the schools.

To prevent any inappropriate entries, there will be an age line surrounding the goblet, preventing anyone below the age of seventeen from approaching the goblet.

The feast was enjoyed by the Durmstrang and Hogwarts students. The refined palates of the Beauxbatons girls were offended by the over-rich and unsubtle British cuisine.


There were mutterings and mumblings about the age limits on the tournament. The Weasley twins came up with the idea of an ageing potion. They took the potion, flipped their names into the goblet and were immediately ejected from within the circle.

"It was worth a try Gred."

"It was indeed, Brother mine."

Nobody thought any more about it as the twins headed off, bickering and planning their next prank.

One of the underage Ravenclaws levitated a blank piece of parchment into the goblet, just to try the theory.

Again, nobody thought anything more of it.

Seamus, dead shot with a muggle elastic band and a paper pellet spent an instructive half hour just shooting pellets of scrap parchment into the goblet, purely as target practice.

And no one even considered that anything might be amiss.


Saturday evening arrived and there was an atmosphere of tense excitement. The Goblet of Fire was burning now with a deep blue flame. There was a puff of red and a folded slip of parchment was ejected.

Dumbledore caught it. "The Durmstrang Institute champion is … um, Draco Malfoy?"

The confusion in his voice was evident.

"Draco Malfoy, come forward please …"

The boy was given hard stares, there were murmurings of discontent. He was led through into the Trophy Room.

The goblet flared again, and a neatly folded piece of parchment was thrown clear.

"The Beauxbatons Academy is … Cecile Delacour. Miss Delacour please?"

The girl who stood looked nonplussed, and walked to the front of the hall. Harry thought she looked no more than fifteen or sixteen.

The next name was thrown from the cup.

"The Hogwarts School champion is … Hermione Granger. Miss Granger, please?"

Hermione stood, and stumbled her way to the front of the hall. There was shocked silence. None of the champions should have been able to enter, let alone be chosen.

The cup flared yet again, and the crisply-folded parchment read out.

"For some reason, a fourth champion has been chosen by the cup. A champion for Cauntersfield Academy is named. Harry Potter… Mr Potter, please come here."

Seamus called out. "He can't sir, he seems to have fainted!"

"Very well, we'll fetch him in a moment."

As Dumbledore spoke, a further scrap of parchment, singed and screwed up was spat out. The untidy scrawl took a minute to decipher.

"Dudley Dursley is named as the champion for … pardon? For Smeltings School for Young Gentlemen. Is Mr Dursley here please?"

There was no response.

"While we brief the champions, please, enjoy your meal. Ah, Harry, please come forward."

The three heads, Percy Weasley, Mr Crouch and Professor Moody escorted Harry into the Trophy Room.

"What is the meaning of this, Dumblydore? It is an outrage!"

"Please calm yourself Madame. It would appear that all of the champions are of an age here. Tell me, Harry. How did you get your name into the cup?"

"I didn't Sir. I have no idea how my name got in there. And, by the way, what is the Cauntersfield Academy?"

Dumbledore looked into his eyes, and could see no lie. The same with Miss Granger, with Malfoy and with the Delacour girl.

"They are, as far as I can tell, telling the truth."

"Excuse me sir, I do admit to having put Dudley's name in."

"Mr Potter? Explain yourself."

"His name and school were on a scrap of parchment in my trunk. I just tore it off, screwed it as tight as I could and tossed it in from outside the line. There was no way I could expect his name to come out, after all, Smeltings is a muggle school, and it isn't taking part in the tournament. I would have expected it to have been incinerated like some of the entries appeared to have been."

Dumbledore listened and observed.

"Well, twenty points from Gryffindor for a foolish prank. Thirty points to Gryffindor for owning up. Now, Professor Moody, do you have any ideas?"

"Several, but it would take an incredibly powerful confundus charm to confound a powerful magical artefact like the Goblet. But why the names that came out might be chosen is beyond me. Indeed, it seems as though there is something very, very far amiss here."

"Barty? What is the position? After all you know the rules better than any here."

"The entry of a name represents a binding magical contract between the entrant and the Goblet. For any of them to withdraw would result in enforcement of the rules in some way. It has always been assumed that the price of failure to compete would be loss of the contestant's magic, but it may be death, or even being forced to compete. The situation has never arisen."

"Um, Sir, how about the dangerous tasks be changed, we hold the Triwizard Tiddlywinks Tournament this week and just re-start from scratch next week?"

"That's a thought, Miss Granger. Barty?"

The ministry wizard looked embarrassed.

"Unfortunately, we are trapped by the nature of the tournament. The nature and approximate timing of the three tasks is a part of the contract. We may add further competition events, but ultimately, the three tasks are what count and each must be attempted by the entrants."

A strange expression crossed his features, a slight, unexpected smile.

"I for one would enjoy watching inter-school tiddlywinks. It is a muggle game that has always fascinated me."


"Very well. Well, it looks as though you will be competing. Whilst the rules are clear that you may not receive assistance from school staff, there is no reason why you should not ask for and receive help from your schoolmates. The library will be at your disposal for the entire time of the tournament. Now, let us go and eat, and we will explain to the school what will be happening."


When they arrived in the Great Hall, the floor around the Goblet of Fire was littered with pieces of charred parchment like confetti after some dark wedding.

"The goblet continued to name participants in the tournament after you left, headmaster. It named such champions as wormwood, bezoar, goat's bane, flobberworm and hippogryff. I fear that the charms about the object seem to be failing."

"You may well be correct, Severus. Were there any other meaningful names at all?"

"No, Headmaster. I am curious, though, as to how Potter managed to do this?"

"I am sure that, apart from one name, that Mr Potter had nothing to do with the events of tonight. Indeed, the charms should have prevented any name from an underage wizard or witch from emerging at all."


"Quiet please! It would appear that for some reason the charms on the Goblet of Fire have been miscast at some point, and that names that were never entered have been selected. Since the five champions are all of similar ages, the tournament will proceed as planned. I would ask you, however, to give as much support as is humanly possible to the champions in their preparation for the tasks ahead of them.

"For this year, Hogwarts students, please note that there will be no formal inter-house quiddich this year…"

There were groans and complaints.

"… but that there will be an informal competition between the three schools and however many teams are put together, including mixed school and mixed house teams."

That part of the announcement was greeted with considerable cheering and applause. The rest of the feast continued in good airs. The champions were sat at a small table at the front of the hall between the High Table and the four long tables.

Dumbledore spoke to Harry at the end of the feast. "Harry, I will be fetching your cousin tomorrow and inviting him to take part in the tournament. I would ask you to assist him as much as possible. Whilst he has no magic to lose, he does have a life, and if he is forced to compete, he will arrive completely unprepared."

Harry nodded. "I understand, sir. I got him into this, so I need to help him get out of it. Are muggle solutions allowed?"

Dumbledore smiled. "I would have it no other way."


Later, Harry asked Hermione, "I never got an answer. What is Cauntersfield Academy?"

Hermione looked uncomfortable.

"It's an academy of magic near Canterbury, Harry."

"What aren't you telling me?"

"It's for advanced study by high-achieving witches only. It's a girl's school, and they're all like the Ravenclaws."

Harry turned beetroot red and mumbled a few bad words.

"For once, I agree, Harry. For once I agree."



Chapter 2: Enforcement


Dawn broke and morning arrived in the usual way of there things. The peace in the fourth year Gryffindor boys' dormitory was split asunder by a high-pitched shriek.

Ron was the first to react. He found a girl in the boys' bathroom.

"Um, excuse me miss, umm, can I help you, this is the boy's bathroom."

The girl had long raven hair down to her shapely …

Ron, in an unaccustomed display of chivalry, wrestled his eyes back up above shoulder level.

She turned, and there were two piercing emerald eyes in a face that was white with terror. The full lips looked …

He shifted his gaze again. Then he noticed the scar.


The girl nodded. "I'd like to say who else, Ron, but …"

She gestured to herself with long, slender hands, drawing Ron's gaze to her more obvious …

He clamped his eyes on the girl's face.

"Umm, mate, umm … Hermione?"

Harry nodded and walked awkwardly past Ron, the movement making her ample …

He clamped down on that thought too.

Harry walked down to the common room, obviously having difficulties due to her hips. Then she climbed the stairs to the fourth year girl's dorm, expecting, all the while, to suffer the indignity of the stairs turning into a chute.

Arriving in the dorm, Hermione was sat, staring into space.

"Umm, Hermione? … Hermione!"

"Eh? What? Oh hi. Who are …? Can I help?"

"I hope so. Umm, I woke up like this. I'm frightened."

Hermione looked at the black haired girl. "I'm sorry, I don't see a problem."

Harry's voice began to become shrill as she spoke. "Well, when I went to bed I was a boy. You know, Harry Potter? Your friend? And … Hermione, what happened to you? You look …"

"Older? Hi Harry. You're quite a looker, you know that …?"

Hermione didn't seem terribly fazed, either that or she was too stunned to be coherent.

"Umm, if I had always been a girl, I may appreciate that but …"

She paused.

"Hermione, you know that you're a boy's waking dream you know?"

Her head jerked up. "Really?"

Harry nodded. "Really, and I always thought so too. Umm … shouldn't we be more worried about this?"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. I'd like to find Professor McGonagall. At least it's Sunday, so no classes."

Harry shrugged and went back to the boys' dorm to collect some clothes and toilet gear, returning to use the facilities in the girls' dorm before anyone else was awake. Inside, she was terrified by what was happening.


Showered and dressed, Harry felt better. She'd had trouble finding anything to fit her new physique, so had ended up asking Hermione to transfigure some clothes for her.

To say that she was embarrassed was an understatement. It was the first time Harry had seen naked breasts, or any other part of a girl for that matter.

Her embarrassment rose to even hotter blushes when she saw the underwear that Hermione had transfigured for her to wear.

"I wasn't sure what size bra you needed, so let's … oh dear, a full … "

Hermione blushed.


"You're bigger than I am, Harry. Mind you …" She blushed even more.

Harry couldn't find any of the black school robes that she was accustomed to wearing. Somehow, a set of robes seemed to be liable to prevent her from feeling quite as obvious in being a her. For some reason, all of her school robes seemed to be deep blue with a crest featuring a mitre and crossed sword and staff.

"You've only got Cauntersfield robes? I wonder why the robes and not other clothes. In fact, why the robes at all?"

"And my shoes, 'Mione."

Harry couldn't find her usual trainers, only elegant shoes that suited her new feet perfectly, including a pair of dragon skin boots.


The pair of girls made their way along the corridors to find Professor McGonagall before she went for breakfast.

"Come in! Oh, good morning, can I hel … p … y …ou …?"

"Good morning Professor. We seem to have a bit of a problem."

"Miss Granger? What has …? And, I'm sorry, you are…?"

"Umm, well, as far as I know, I'm Harry Potter, Professor. We both went to bed and woke up like this. And my stuff is still in the boys' dorm. and …"

Harry burst into tears, and was comforted by Hermione who was also weeping.

After being checked over by Madam Pomfrey, and pronounced fit, well and both over seventeen, they went for a quiet breakfast in the kitchen. Dobby greeted them effusively.

"You are well mistresses?"

"Um, apparently so, but I'm not sure what …?"

"Mistress Harry and Mistress Hermie have been made to fit the tournament. Dark wizard has made the Gobbler of Fire go mad. Mistress Harry will be alright when Gobbler of Fire is fixed after Tri-Wizards are gone."

"You mean that I'll go back to being Harry again?"

Dobby shook his head. "Dobby doesn't know, Mistress."

The elf left the distressed teens to their breakfast.

A few minutes later there were footsteps and Malfoy entered. The boy seemed a boy no longer.

"Morning, Malfoy. It got you too then?"

A nod. "Granger. Yes, and … good morning. Miss Granger, are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

A wicked gleam entered Hermione's eye. "Of course, Draco. May I present the Cauntersfield Academy champion, Miss Harry Potter."

Two minutes later Malfoy was coming round, having fainted. He looked furiously at the two girls.

"Don't you ever dare to tell …"

"C'mon Malfoy, get up. How do you think I felt when I saw what happened to me? My reaction was a little less immediate since I was still half asleep, but I had hysterics instead. I think I've scarred Ron for life."

Dobby suddenly appeared beside them.

"Mistress Harry, Mistress Maggonical is asking that Mistressesses Harry and Hermie see her in her office in ten minutes."

"Thanks, Dobby. Draco, Hermione, you both coming?"

Malfoy looked at her. "Um, No. I'll have breakfast and go and hide. I really, really don't want to be doing this."

"Okay, Harry, Let's go. Moral support and all that."


"Harry, Hermione. Excellent. I'll come straight to the point. I've had a word with the Headmaster, and he has suggested that you two be put in the guest quarters until the tournament is finished. One of the suites has been put aside for you. I thought that since you are close, you wouldn't mind sharing a suite."

"Thank you Professor, that is an excellent idea, especially as Harry has a lot to come to terms with not having grown up a girl. He's going to need help in that department, I fear.

"Incidentally, she's going to need more clothes. I transfigured her things this morning, but I'm really not that good at it. Is there anything that she really needs to get?"

McGonagall smiled. "I would recommend a swimming costume and, perhaps, new flying robes if your old ones no longer fit. Oh, and you will both need something a bit special for a formal dance at Christmas..

"Now, both of you, we need to portkey to Berkshire to fetch Mr Dursley. I would like you to both accompany me; Harry because you know the young man in question, and Hermione, because you will keep Harry calm."

The teens nodded, and went to change into school uniform.

The trio arrived at the gates of Smeltings, and entered. The teens wearing boots, pleated skirts (Harry's was midnight blue), white button-down blouses and their school ties. All three wore open robes which resembled nothing more than the academic gowns favoured by some of the older and more exclusive schools.

Somehow, the trio were expected and were shown into the study of a big red-faced man with a fixed scowl and hands like sides of beef. The headmaster.

"Doctor McGonagall, I believe that you are here to speak with one of our pupils about having been selected for an inter-school tournament of some kind?"

"Yes, Mr Strake. I have taken the liberty of bringing two of the other school champions with me. Miss Granger, the representative of Hogwarts School and Miss Potter, representing Cauntersfield Academy. Miss Potter knows your Mr Dursley, I believe."

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you three ladies … but, we are currently having some problems with Dudley. He seems to have undergone some trauma over night. You know how teenage boys can be, I'm sure."

"We would like to see him. He's been invited to attend at Hogwarts for the rest of the year while the tournament continues. He will be able to study with us, of course."

The headmaster blinked. "That is a most generous offer, Madam. I will see if Mr Dursley can be raised and brought to meet you."


Ten minutes later, a teenaged boy walked in. He was wearing dark grey knee-britches and grey socks. His shirt was pale green and he wore a blazer of deep maroon. The tie around his neck was purple and blue. Harry concluded that Dudley must be in Bruises House.

The boy carried a knobbly stick. He was clearly not the same boy that Harry had seen just a few weeks earlier. For one thing, he was easily a quarter of his previous weight, and for another, he was older.


After explanations and dire warnings about what failing to compete may mean, Dudley agreed to come with the trio.

Dudley fetched his school trunk (which was shrunk as soon as they were out of sight of the school), and they portkeyed to Diagon Alley.

"We need to get you some wizarding money and school supplies for you. I've also asked Mr Ollivander to take a look at you."

Dudley was looking around, fascinated. The freak-show was certainly worth a visit, in his opinion. It was like stepping into a fairy story …

He stopped suddenly. He was in an adventure story. His now more mature mind had suddenly realised that, whilst the magic stuff was freaky, it was an adventure. He was doing something that his school friends could never do. He was suddenly special.

He stood a bit straighter, and strode purposefully forward, no longer gawking but determinedly soaking up the experience.

"So, do you know my cousin Harry?"

"Yes, very well. We've been best friends since our first year. You'll no doubt hear all kinds of things about Harry while at Hogwarts. Oh, by the way, I'm Hermione Granger."

"And I'm Harry Potter."

Dudley's head snapped round to the dark-haired beauty. "That's an unusual name for a girl. Are you and Harry related somehow then?"

Harry smiled a sphinx smile. "Closer than you can imagine. I am your cousin. And before you ask, it was the same thing that caused you to be included in the tournament, and which changed you over night. You may have been shocked and scared this morning, but I was almost hysterical."

"This kind of thing happens often then?"

"Only around Miss Potter."

"Um, Harry, why is your uniform different from Hermione's?"

"Because I'm representing a different school … which just happened to be an all-girls school."


Harry drew several hundred galleons from his vault at Gringott's. His vault manager, Griphook made a small comment about the changes he'd undergone, and then, suddenly, double-checked his vault records.

"Miss Potter, congratulations on your coming of age. I apologise that your family vault key had not been forwarded …"

"Mr Griphook. I fear explanations are in order."

Harry explained to the Goblin.

"Ah, you are wise to explain and to request deferral. If, as you say, the charm is reversed once the tournament is over, then it would complicate matters somewhat. I will do as you wish, and if the charm isn't reversed, then we will hand over your vault keys and property deeds next summer."


Mr Ollivander had opened his shop especially. He checked the teens' wands, and found them somewhat wanting.

"I am embarrassed to say that these wands, while adequate, don't seem to measure up to your needs any more. We should, perhaps, try you for a better match?"

They nodded. Soon they possessed new wands. Harry also bought arm holsters for both Hermione and herself.

"And this young man … your first wand?"

McGonagall explained.

"Oh, so possibly you need a dummy wand. Never mind, let's try a few just to be sure."

The usual esoteric measurements were taken and a wand was produced.

"Give it a wave then."

Dudley did, and there was a feeble shifting of boxes, a few dim lights and a smell.

A dozen wands later, and Dudley felt a warmth flow through his arm and body, and there were a few golden sparks emerged from the wand.

"Fascinating. No great magical ability, but ability all the same. Congratulations, Mr Dursley, and welcome to your new world."

Dudley was grinning. "Looks like we're going to be sharing that cupboard under the stairs now, Harry."

This earned him an old-fashioned look from Professor McGonagall. Harry suddenly realised that this new Dudley was scarier than the old one.


Arriving back at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall transfigured Dudley's maroon blazer into a set of maroon robes. The boy grinned.

"Hey, I can fit in! Thanks Professor."

"We will get you the rest of your supplies next Saturday at Hogsmead. In the mean time, you will need to do a lot of catching up on three years magical study, just to be able to blend in. Don't worry, it's mostly simply learning the language for you, and I will get some of the other Hogwarts teachers to help coach you in basic spellcasting.

"Oh, and by the way, you're not actually allowed to use magic outside of school … unless the age charm doesn't get reversed next summer, that is."