The 3 real champions.. and of course, Harry Potter.
As he entered the room with the other champions, they all took notice of Harry with varying confused expressions but did not speak, instead waiting for one of the adults to give them further instruction.
"Well." Ludo Bagman interrupted the silence with a grin. "It seems for the first time ever, we have 4 champions! How exciting-" Bagman was cut off by a giggle that belonged to the pretty blonde from Beauxbaton. "Oh, 'va! Vairy funny joke meester Bagman!" The girls French accent rung out as she pressed a dainty hand to her lips.
The other 2 champions seemed confused, Viktor cocked a brow while Cedric gave a small confused smile.
Bagman looked at her wide eyed before shaking his head. "No joke Miss Delacour! Harry has been chosen as well!-" the big man was almost once again cut off by someone else. This time it was the silver man with a tense face in the corner, Professor Karkaroff, Durmstrangs headmaster.
"Headmaster? What is this about? Surely Mr bagman is not serious because I sure did not hear anything about volunteering 2 students." The man spoke with one of his impressively thick brows cocked.
After the bushy man spoke, which caused the giant French woman next to him to speak up.
"'ou cannot be zerious dumbly-dore-" she was cut off my the headmasters hands
"Rest assure my friends, we will figure this out." Said Dumbledore as he turned to face Harry. "Did you put your name in the Goblet of fire?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"No sir-" but Harry was cut off before he could further protest
"Did you have an older student put your name in the-" this time it was Harry's turn to cut him off
"No! I don't even know any older students other than Fred and George- and you saw that they couldn't get past it! I didn't put my damn name in!" Harry was getting more and more irritated as the conversation progressed. He didn't put his name in the goblet, even if he did how would he have made it choose a fourth champion? Harry didn't even want this! He just wanted for one year nothing to happen to him on Halloween.
"'E's so young- E's only v'ourteen- ou cannot be zerious!?" The pretty blond started again, thought everyone seemed to ignore her besides her own headmistress who turned to silently talk to her.
"It's no one's fault but potters. Obviously he's fibbing." A fucking annoying, gross, and irritating voice said behind him. Which of course, belonged to his one and only potion professor.
"That's enough Severus. I have already asked the questions. Now Harry, can you think of anyway your name could have crossed the age line?" As Dumbledore said it, it sounded gentle but Harry took note of the lack of sparkle.
Harry felt mostly irritated, but the look that Dumbledore was giving him made him feel heartbroken. He was use to the glares from the Dursley's and other students when they thought he was evil, but not disappointment. Though even when he did, it never felt like this.
"..when can I go back to my dormitory?"
Harry asked with his head to the ground, he didn't wanna see how anyone was staring at him, he didn't want them to be staring at him. He felt his breathe pinch before a hand was moved to his tense shoulder, it was professor McGonagall.
"As we have already discussed how he couldn't have passed the age line, I'm taking my student back to his tower. We will discuss more in private. I suggest we bring the other champions to rest?"
The hand tightened slightly on Harry's shoulder, not in a way to hurt, but in a small comfort.
"Ah yes, I would say that would be for the best. We will see you 4 tomorrow morning after breakfast." As Dumbledore began to wave the champions out, Karkaroff sneered obviously having lots more to say. Harry didn't stick around for much longer though to see what he would have said.
As he walked with his head of house back to the tower, it was relatively silent. Other then the pit pats of Harry's hand me down sneakers and the small stops from McGonagall's pointy flats.
Harry was left with his thoughts. About everything that just happened. Trying to figure it out. Why had this happened? Why was he chosen? How was he chosen? Who put his name in the goblet? How would they? What was the- and then it hit him. This was another move from Voldemort. The question remains.
Why? What did the man- ..thing(?)..Gain from this? Was this a plot for something bigger? Or just to ensure Harry's demise? How did he get in? Who helped him? Did he have help? Why? Just why? Harry's thoughts bounced off of each other, though he made sure his face remained still. He didn't want follow up questions as the silence continued to ring in his ears.
That was until they came to the fat lady's portrait.
"Potter. Before we depart I would like you to understand, I don't care about how you entered, or if someone entered for you. You will not be giving Gryffindor a bad representation." Harry sighed as mcgonagall continued, he was tired, confused, angry, and so much more. Still he wasn't prepared for her to continue her words." As I say that though.. I may not be able to help you with the tasks but, I'm always here for my students. You know where my office is." She gave his shoulder one last squeeze before parting, quickly disappearing with a conflicted, but fond look in her eyes.
Harry was rooted to the ground as he watched her walk. He wanted to smile, wanted to thank mcgonagall, but he couldn't seem to. It was a while after before he heard the fat lady awkwardly cough, knocking him out of thought and entering the tower.
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As Harry walked into his dormitory he was given small scowls from people all around. He went back to staring at the ground, pacing himself towards his dorm. As soon as Harry walked into the room he shared with his year mates, he avoided their eyes only to hear a huff as he sat down on his bed. It came from the one directly beside him. Ron's bed.
"So..?" Ron started with a pinched face
"..hm?"
"..how'd you do it.?" As Ron asked Harry looked at Ron dumbfounded. His best friends. His own bestfriend doubted him on this?!
"I didn't. I told them. I didn't put my name in it-" he was once again cut off though this time not by a old disappointed man but by a angry ginger. "Bullshit!- I mean- shit.. Harry-." Ron sighed, running a rough hand through his orange waves. "I-. Just don't talk to me right now Harry. I'm pissed off." Ron sneered as he dramatically turned over on his bed, swinging his blanket over him and away from Harry.
Harry stared at his friend for a bit before setting his glasses down and drawing his curtains closed. He'd leave all of this mess to morning Harry..