A Different Point of View
A/N: This collection is just a bunch of stuff that I had to do as part of an assignment, "Reading Logs," that spanned my entire seventh and eighth grade years. I figured I might as well put it up here, too, for your reading pleasure! Mostly, it's just scenes from the books rewritten in the point of view of various characters (thus the title). That said, enjoy!
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A Very Eventful Day
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Dear Journal,
I never thought that I would be picked as the fourth Triwizard champion, mainly because I never put my name in the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore seemed upset, not to mention Madame Maxime, and especially Kacaroff. In you I entrust the events of today...a day that I will never forget.
We'd gotten out of Double Potions with the Slytherins early, which made today a joyous occasion. Snape was being his usual, rotten self, and since he favored the Slytherins, things weren't much better. Anyhow, the reason was because the whole school, along with the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegates would be attending an assembly, and we were all excited to find out who the school champions would be. That was the purpose of the assembly.
After Dumbledore had quieted the Great Hall, he gave a speech, and we would soon find out the champions. I kept my fingers crossed, hoping that Angelina would be chosen as Hogwarts champion, over pretty boy Diggory.
All eyes were on the Goblet of Fire, because it was just about to make it's decision. It sputtered, and red sparks flew into the air, carrying along with them a piece of paper. Dumbledore caught it, looked at it, and announced, "The Durmstrang champion is--Viktor Krum!" No surprise there; Krum was a legendary quidditch player, so you could automatically assume he had expertise in lots of other areas in magic.
The Goblet spit out another name into Dumbledore's hand. "The Beauxbatons champion," Dumbledore declared, "is Felur Delacour!" Felur turned out to be the veela-looking girl that I had seen the night before. She got up gracefully from her seat, and, beaming, walked up behind the curtain where Krum had gone.
At last the moment had come. Dumbledore received the last piece of paper from the Goblet. "And finally, our Hogwarts champion is--Cedric Diggory!" I clapped, but only half-heartedly. I glanced at the Hufflepuff table. The Hufflepuffs were ecstatic, all of them had a smile on their face, and many patted Cedric on the back. I knew that I should have been happy, because this was one of Hufflepuff's few times to shine. Gryffindor was always loaded with honor, but I guess it might have just been that I didn't really like Cedric. No particular reason, although his dad was a little too--proud--when we met him at the World Cup.
"Too bad Angelina didn't make it," I muttered to Ron, but suddenly diverted my thoughts when a fourth name sprung out of the Goblet. Dumbledore silently read it, obviously disconcerted, and then looked straight at me, his eyes like a hawk's. My stomach did a topsy-turvy; I knew something was wrong. Still looking straight into my eyes, he said, loud and clear, "Harry Potter."
I didn't move a mussle. I could just stare. Only one thought came into my mind at that time: I didn't put my name into the Goblet. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but I didn't care. Dumbledore motioned for me to come up. "Harry, would you please come up here?"
I silently followed him up the stairs, and went back with the others. They all seemed excited, and I didn't fit in that category; I was sullen.
Felur asked me if they needed the champions to take pictures, and when I told her I was another champion, she went ballistic. "But he ziz too 'oung! He cannot possibly compete! A thousand galleons prize money! This is a chance many would die for!"
That's when Professor Moody saved my butt. "Maybe someone is hoping that Harry will die," Professor Moody said in his usual gruff voice. Eventually the teachers had a big argument about my participation in the tournament, but I had to compete. Once my name came out of the Goblet, the rules said that I was forced to compete.
So now I'm stuck in some stupid tournament that I didn't even want to be in in the first place, and the only good part is the prize money. The Hufflepuffs are blistering mad at me, and Ron isn't speaking to me. He just doesn't believe that I didn't put my name in the Goblet. He thinks I betrayed him, but I would never do that! People like that just can't be your true friends...he's no better than Malfoy!
Well, I'm tired. It's been a long, eventful day, and I need some time to forget it's events. Maybe someday I'll be glad I was in the tournament. It'll be a good experience, but I just wonder when I won't be the one in trouble!
-Harry
A/N: This collection is just a bunch of stuff that I had to do as part of an assignment, "Reading Logs," that spanned my entire seventh and eighth grade years. I figured I might as well put it up here, too, for your reading pleasure! Mostly, it's just scenes from the books rewritten in the point of view of various characters (thus the title). That said, enjoy!
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A Very Eventful Day
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Dear Journal,
I never thought that I would be picked as the fourth Triwizard champion, mainly because I never put my name in the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore seemed upset, not to mention Madame Maxime, and especially Kacaroff. In you I entrust the events of today...a day that I will never forget.
We'd gotten out of Double Potions with the Slytherins early, which made today a joyous occasion. Snape was being his usual, rotten self, and since he favored the Slytherins, things weren't much better. Anyhow, the reason was because the whole school, along with the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegates would be attending an assembly, and we were all excited to find out who the school champions would be. That was the purpose of the assembly.
After Dumbledore had quieted the Great Hall, he gave a speech, and we would soon find out the champions. I kept my fingers crossed, hoping that Angelina would be chosen as Hogwarts champion, over pretty boy Diggory.
All eyes were on the Goblet of Fire, because it was just about to make it's decision. It sputtered, and red sparks flew into the air, carrying along with them a piece of paper. Dumbledore caught it, looked at it, and announced, "The Durmstrang champion is--Viktor Krum!" No surprise there; Krum was a legendary quidditch player, so you could automatically assume he had expertise in lots of other areas in magic.
The Goblet spit out another name into Dumbledore's hand. "The Beauxbatons champion," Dumbledore declared, "is Felur Delacour!" Felur turned out to be the veela-looking girl that I had seen the night before. She got up gracefully from her seat, and, beaming, walked up behind the curtain where Krum had gone.
At last the moment had come. Dumbledore received the last piece of paper from the Goblet. "And finally, our Hogwarts champion is--Cedric Diggory!" I clapped, but only half-heartedly. I glanced at the Hufflepuff table. The Hufflepuffs were ecstatic, all of them had a smile on their face, and many patted Cedric on the back. I knew that I should have been happy, because this was one of Hufflepuff's few times to shine. Gryffindor was always loaded with honor, but I guess it might have just been that I didn't really like Cedric. No particular reason, although his dad was a little too--proud--when we met him at the World Cup.
"Too bad Angelina didn't make it," I muttered to Ron, but suddenly diverted my thoughts when a fourth name sprung out of the Goblet. Dumbledore silently read it, obviously disconcerted, and then looked straight at me, his eyes like a hawk's. My stomach did a topsy-turvy; I knew something was wrong. Still looking straight into my eyes, he said, loud and clear, "Harry Potter."
I didn't move a mussle. I could just stare. Only one thought came into my mind at that time: I didn't put my name into the Goblet. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but I didn't care. Dumbledore motioned for me to come up. "Harry, would you please come up here?"
I silently followed him up the stairs, and went back with the others. They all seemed excited, and I didn't fit in that category; I was sullen.
Felur asked me if they needed the champions to take pictures, and when I told her I was another champion, she went ballistic. "But he ziz too 'oung! He cannot possibly compete! A thousand galleons prize money! This is a chance many would die for!"
That's when Professor Moody saved my butt. "Maybe someone is hoping that Harry will die," Professor Moody said in his usual gruff voice. Eventually the teachers had a big argument about my participation in the tournament, but I had to compete. Once my name came out of the Goblet, the rules said that I was forced to compete.
So now I'm stuck in some stupid tournament that I didn't even want to be in in the first place, and the only good part is the prize money. The Hufflepuffs are blistering mad at me, and Ron isn't speaking to me. He just doesn't believe that I didn't put my name in the Goblet. He thinks I betrayed him, but I would never do that! People like that just can't be your true friends...he's no better than Malfoy!
Well, I'm tired. It's been a long, eventful day, and I need some time to forget it's events. Maybe someday I'll be glad I was in the tournament. It'll be a good experience, but I just wonder when I won't be the one in trouble!
-Harry