So this is a silly little thing that I've had written up for ages and I've finally decided to post it.
Don't own.
WARNING: Serious Language.
"The Champion for Durmstrang is... Viktor Krum!"
There was a loud cheer from the Slytherin table where the Durmstrang students sat and a few of the Quidditch fanatics whilst the rest of the Great Hall simply clapped politely.
The Goblet of Fire burned blue once more, spitting out a smoking piece of parchment.
"The Champion for Beauxbatons is... Fleur Delacour!"
The majority of the males were the ones giving their enthusiastic cheers, whilst others politely clapped as before, or, as in the case of the rest of the Beauxbatons delegation, looked as if they were about to burst into tears at not being selected.
The Goblet of Fire blazed the dazzling blue for the last time.
"The Champion for Hogwarts is... Cedric Diggory!"
The Hufflepuff table erupted into elated cheers, finally after being thought of as the House of Leftovers, they finally had a chance to prove they could be as brave as a Gryffindor, as intelligent as a Ravenclaw and as sly and cunning as a Slytherin. All their hopes went with Cedric Diggory as he followed the path of the other champions to the door behind the Teachers' Table.
Harry sighed in relief. No funny business, no craziness of him somehow being involved with some scandal that would leave him being the-
"Harry Potter!"
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and looked towards Hermione, assuming she had been the one to call out his name. But even as he turned towards her, he caught sight of all the stares of everyone in the room. Slightly confused, he looked at Dumbledore and saw a slip of paper in his hand, a different one from Krum's, Delacour's or Diggory's. A new piece of paper. It took a few moments for the implications to click.
'Bloody hell.'
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called out again, looking directly at him.
Numbly, at Hermione's urging, he stood up. For a few seconds he didn't move, until something in his mind snapped.
"NO! Fuck this shit! This is so fucking bullshit! Every fucking year! Every single fucking year I get forced or deceived into doing some fucking bullshit fuck that's guaranteed to be fucking life threatening! I've fucking had enough! This is getting fucking ridiculous! I'm fucking done. I'm so fucking done."
Harry stormed out of the Great Hall, slamming the doors behind him, the rest of the school shocked at the outburst of the normally 'accepting-of-any-situation' Boy-Who-Lived.
Yep...
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