Would not that which we call a Rose…
Deceptive title, it's all about Harry.
Standard disclaimer, non-ownership clause, free use if not for profit, blah.
As the Chinese Fireball was carefully led from the arena, and replaced with the Hungarian Horntail, Harry Potter was called to compete, and took his place right outside the ward line. The signal was given, everyone looked on with anticipation and Harry did…nothing.
Ludo Bagman, who was supposed to be providing commentary, directed his attention to the apparently petrified fourth champion:
"And Harry Potter is now to compete in the First Task! Come on Harry, show us what you've got!"
Harry, still standing outside the ward line, cast a Sonorous on himself:
"No."
Albus Dumbledore then spoke up: "Harry, if you don't compete, you will lose your magic, not to mention embarrass Hogwarts." By his tone of voice, you could easily tell he was more concerned over the latter development.
"As a matter of fact, Headmaster, I won't. Would you please tell the crowd exactly what was on the piece of paper that came out of the goblet that you claim would make me compete?"
Dumbledore was somewhat taken aback by Harry's attitude, but, responding to his calling as an educator, told the truth:
"Your name was on the parchment; Harold James Potter."
Harry smirked "Interesting fact, the name Harry is short for at least two different names, as well as being a full name in and of itself. But since learning of the power of a contract, I haven't signed my full name at Hogwarts at all. In fact, in the past two years, all of my assignments have been submitted by H. Potter."
People were looking about, trying to understand what was going on here, and wondering when the dragon was going to try and eat the last champion.
"The reason I have done this is because my first name is, in fact, Henry. Therefore, I am not bound by the contract from the goblet, and whoever tried to enter me is about to have a very bad time, seeing as the five minutes grace that a champion has to start their task is ending in ten seconds."
A shocked hush fell over the crowd and a suddenly pale Moody tried to escape before the Polyjuice was forcefully purged from his body as his magic was torn from him.
Harry looked at the scene with ill-disguised glee. He was free from the tournament, the guilty party was punished, and those who doubted him were forced to see the truth. All in all, a good day.
AN: I have no intention of continuing this story, it was just a play on the trope of Harry not having to compete in the tournament. If anyone wants it, message me and it's yours.