A/N: obviously this isn't legit. The idea came to me while watching GOF on t.v ^_^ I don't own the characters or anything.. but yeah. Lets give it a go!The Great Hall was filled with a blinding blue, then red light. Another name had been chosen to be the Tri-Wizard champion. Using his somehow quick reflexes, Professor caught the burnt piece of paper mid-flight, fearing the worst. Reading it, his fears were confirmed as he looked solemnly around the great hall.
"Harry Potter..." he mumbled.
"Harry Potter?" Hagrid cried in outrage from the teachers' table.
"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore yelled his name throughout the silent great hall. He looked at Harry, beckoning to where he was standing.
Lazily standing up, Harry took as much time over there, audibly mumbling that Dumbledore had gone absolutely mad.
"I have not, thank you Harry. Now just go.." his Professor gestured him to the champions' chamber, but Harry stayed in the middle of the room, studying the old man before him.
"Funny, I don't remember putting my name into the cup." Harry said, scratching his chin. "Did any of you do it?" he opened his arms wide and looked around the hall. Pointedly glaring at the head table, he asked the same question. Even the teachers had looks of outrage on their faces, proving none of them did it.
"Harry, nobody but yourself can nominate you for the Tri-Wizard tournament." Dumbledore spoke softly.
"So you're accusing me of doing something that is physically impossible for me to do?" Harry asked, a challenge laced in his words.
"Harry, just go!" Ron insisted from behind him.
"No, I really don't think I will."
"I don't quite think you have much of a choice, Mr. Potter." Snape drawled from further down the hall.
"Oh shut up you greasy old bat, you only want me killed." Harry snapped at his professor. Snape was so surprised at his outburst of anger that he shut up momentarily.
"I'd rather you not speak to my faculty like that." Dumbledore cut in between the two quickly. "Now if you don't mind, please go to the Champions' chamber."
Harry thought. And thought. And thought. Finally, he shouted for the elf that had made it's self dedicated to helping the boy, Dobby. A large CRACK could be heard and a small house elf with eyes the size of small bowls appeared.
"What would master like today?" he asked eagerly.
"Noodles. I need noodles." Harry told to the elf firmly. After Dobby's nod of acknowledgement, he sat himself down where he was sitting previously and started a conversation about Quidditch with Ron. After a few minutes of speaking, he noticed that everyone was still staring.
"Well? Haven't you got anything better to do?" he asked the hall, who then dissolved into quiet conversations. Dumbledore who was still staring at the young boy, angrily stormed off towards the Champions' quarters to speak with then. It was then that Dobby chose to give Harry his noodles, to which Harry thanked.
"Merlin, that was fun. I ought to stand up like that more often.." he said, shaking his head in amusement."Yes, and get yourself suspended." Hermionie quipped.
"Do you want him killed?" Ron asked her, which she shook her head furiously at.
"Didn't think so." Harry yawned, kicking back on the big bench to eat his noodles until Dumbledore came to actually retrieve him.
It was a random, horribly written idea. I know.
still, review pleeeeeeease!
It would be loved if you could!
