Barrows bad conversation skills
Barrow fell sick as he got dragged with Elizabeth down a magical hole with the world's displayed as paintings.
He chuckled at the thought that people's whole universes could be mere paintings.
"Let me warn you that once you enter the new world your body and mind will immediately feel the recoil of your months in the void.
Also, your memories of the character will appear so things will go more smoothly. " Elizabeth warns him, dropping a whole bomb of information on Barrow's head.
This time, literally.
Barrow's head started spinning and the memories of a boy named 'Harry Potter' manifested in his mind. He immediately wanted to facepalm at this character's stupidity.
And this whole magical world? Full of bullshit. Feels like an attack on real mages back in his universe.
Funny hats? Seriously? No mage would ever wear that!
The tunnel of paintings slowly disappeared as they entered one of them with the title: 'Harry Potter 4'.
'So original' White Star rolled his eyes at the title.
*Don't you dare insult my favourite book like that* a voice entered his mind.
'What the fuck?!' He almost wanted to hit his head at the amount of stupid shit he had to receive today. Days in the void were more peaceful.
*Oh yeah, I can read your mind!* the God chuckled at his internal suffering.
'Wouldn't have it been better to tell me earlier??' He cracked his knuckles as another wave of rage overcame him.
*No can do that! Now in Tournament, you go!*
'WAIT! '
His protests weren't heard as he suddenly woke up.
"Harry, you ok mate? " a boy with red hair named Ron asked him worryingly.
If he was Harry, Barrow would probably deny but this was an exception.
"No-" he fell as the backlash from sitting isolated in a void for days without food caught up with him. His stomach hurt. It was an unfamiliar feeling.
He almost teared up, it was so strange to feel. The pain was excruciating like he's been stabbed in the ass hole and the thing that stabbed him decided to also cut his stomach.
Trembling, he sat down realizing that he was cornered by unfamiliar yet familiar faces. He figured it was the idiot's memories. What should he name this Harry?
Family-misser? Twigs and trunks? Chickpea brain? He doesn't even know what that means!
"It must be the portkey's fault. Not many people can resist travelling with them." The older version of that twig's friend concluded.
"You need help Harry? " a pooped-hair boy extends his hand to help.
Cedric? Was that his name?
*Yes radish, he's this protagonist's story. You need to prevent him from dying!*
'Wasn't the protagonist 'Arry Potter or something? '
*The protagonist can be anybody in the story that you enter. I don't make the rules. *
God of Misunderstandings answer (GoM for short) and Barrow could feel her shrugging.
"Thank you. " the 'Harry' answered.
As he got up he couldn't help but ask God.
'Is saving him all I have to do? '
*Wait let me check! * she responded.
Cedric raised Harry (Barrow) and he stumbled in a hug.
*Oh I found the task list! It says here you also have to date him! *
'WHAT DID YOU SAY?'
Barrow couldn't believe his eyes. Why did the world hate him?????
Oh right...
After the whole fiasco of Harry almost fainting the group arrived at the Quidditch stadium where Viktoe was playing.
First, they decided to eat something before the game and Harry Barrow (yes his name is now Harry Barrow because Elizabeth said so) dug right in like he hadn't eaten in forever.
After Hermione's remarks that he'll get sick if he eats too fast and Cedric's awkward laugh, the radish was full.
"Phew, I can't feel my stomach! " Harry exclaimed.
"Of course, you can't, you ate like an animal! " Hermione said annoyed.
Everyone was looking at them when he was eating like a pig.
All of them entered the stadium and had their encounter with the Malfoys. Barrow simply ignored him as he was too amazed by the giant stadium.
'Wow, this is so beautiful. I wish we had this back home.'
*I feel that if you did then you'd put a statue of you in the middle.* the god remarked, spitting facts.
'Priorities, idiot. Priorities.'
"Look mate, the match is starting! "
Barrow's attention went to the player's intro and he nodded. He could do better.
Then came Viktor's intro and one of the fangirls started screeching and went past him hitting him in the balls with her flag pole of Viktor's country.
"Auogh, what the actual fuck? Does the world hate me!" Barrow screamed in pain clutching his poor balls.
*Was that even a sound?*
'Shut up. '
*.... *
The match against the green people was highly annoying for Barrow. There were no safety rules!!!
'Oh right, the mission.' He thought and started going in Cedric's direction.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter." He said very formally extending his hand for a handshake.
Cedric was surprised at his sudden interest in hanging out with him.
"Ummm, name's Cedric. We already met... " the boy responded feeling awkward at his formal introduction.
"Yes but I have a question, will you be willing to be my friend? "
*BARROW! That's not how you make friends, YOU IDIOT!*
'Well, how was I supposed to approach him?!??! '
*Aigoo... I'm getting second-hand embarrassment... *
To say Cedric was startled by his bluntness would be an understatement.
But he thought that it wouldn't be bad to have another friend.
"Sure..... " he shook Harry's hand with a small smile.
'YES, I TOLD YOU IT WOULD WORK! '
*Haaaaaaaaa*
This punk.