The Choice of Cut
During the draw for the Three Wizards Tournament, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum were chosen, but Harry's name was called. All of Hogwarts held its breath. The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang stared at him with contempt. Harry stood up slowly, looking absolutely aghast. Then, in heavy silence, he raised his hand and said, "I swear by my life and magic that I have not put my name in this Cup." A dead silence fell over the room. Then, collectively, the students froze. "Oh." "Shit." "So is it true?" And then Harry got angry. "Who did that?! Who put my name in that damn Cup?!" Her hair turned red like Lily's, and several students jumped back. The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were in a state of shock. "Merlin... This boy is dangerous." "No, he's just... Like his mother." The twins were impressed. "Do you think her hair can turn orange?" whispered Fred. "We'd have to make him even angrier to see," George whispered with a mischievous smile. "Bad idea," Ron whispered. "I agree," Hermione said, who seemed on the verge of tears at Harry's unconsciousness.
Choice is the greatest expression of human freedom." — Jean-Paul Sartre