This is what the drawing of names would look like in GoB if all the characters weren't a bunch of little pansies who needed to grow a pair.
Just then the fire in the goblet turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out - "Harry Potter!"
Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He had not heard correctly.
There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall; some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat.
Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly.
Harry turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, he saw the long Gryffindor table all watching him, openmouthed.
"What the bloody hell?"Harry said."I didn't even put my name in."
Both of them stared blankly back.
At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.
"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"
"Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push.
Harry pushed her back, twice as hard."Push me one more time and I'll open a big ol' can of whoop-ass right here in the Great Hall." He said, raising his fists.
No one knew what to do. Because really, what does one do in such a situation. Nothing of course! Unless of course you're Hermione, in which case you biznitch* slap that mezzo-forte** so hard he's seeing stars.
Now Harry knew when he was beaten. He also knew when it was a good idea to run far away when you're beaten. Growing up with the Dursleys, Dudley in particular, had taught him that. So, like any reasonable person, Harry turned tail and ran right out of the Great Hall.
And that, as Forrest Gump says, is all I have to say about that.
Okay, that was terrible. I'm sorry to subjecting you all to that. The idea just came to me as I was reading.
* Biznitch is a word I came up with because I like to refrain from cursing.
** The abreviation for mezzo-forte in music is mf. Like I said before, I don't curse. So I say mezzo- forte instead of mother f-er.