"Harry!" roared the headmaster, "Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?"
"No sir!" Harry said, startled by his sudden shouting.
"Are you absolutely sure?" Dumbledore demanded, shaking Harry forcefully with every syllable.
"Yes sir! I didn't!" Harry cried.
The other adults and champions were giving him sceptical looks. Victor Krum especially looked disgusted with him.
"Eets obviouse ee eez lying." whispered loudly to her Champion, Fleur, who simply rolled her eyes.
Harry could sense no one in the room believed him, so he decided to just go back to his dorm.
"And where do you think you're going ?" Professor Snape snapped as Harry stormed away without being dismissed.
"Arrogant, just like his father." Snape muttered under his breath.
Harry had assumed everyone would be asleep by the time he got back, but just as he was approaching the portrait of the fat lady, two red heads emerged from the shadows.
"Hello Harry" said either Fred or George.
"We'd just like to let you know," started the other.
"That we know you couldn't have possibly put your name in the goblet of fire." finished the first.
"Really? Well it looks like you're just about the only ones." Harry sighed. "Not even Ron and Hermione believe me."
"Don't mind ickle Ronnikins, he was born a git." they said in unison.
"I don't know about that. They were there for me for my first three years, they're my best friends. Perhaps they'll come around and believe me in the morning." Harry said uncertainly.
They didn't.
For the rest of the week no one spoke to Harry except for Fred and George. What's worse, the new defence Professor Mad eye Moody used all three unforgivables in only the first class. Harry could tell this would be his worst year so far.
"Don't worry Harry. We've got a big prank in the works, it will affect everyone except for you and us. Beware." The twins said mysteriously one day, before running off and spelling old socks to fall on passers by.