AN: Ok now I'm just going to skip to the real interesting part where the story really picks up since I have writers block from where I left off before. So we are now at the part where Harry's name comes out of the goblet. Since the rest of the story before this part is exactly like the book so if you haven't read the book well pick it up and read man read!
"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as the last of the cheers died away. "Well now we are aware of our three champions. I am sure I can count on all of you to give all your support to your champion." He stopped talking as the goblet once again turned red.
The goblet was spitting sparks out in all directions. A long flame shot out of the goblet and on that flame held a single piece of parchment. Automatically Dumbledore snatched the parchment out of the air. "Harry Potter!" he declared. Harry was not shocked as expected but seemed a little put out.
He stood. "Professor, I did not place my name in the goblet and as such I do not wish to participate. Is there some way to see who really pout my name in the goblet as I really do not wish to die in this tournament? The age line was put up in order to stop the younger students from participating yet here I am being asked to play a game I never even entered. I wish to see a rule book."
"I'm sorry Harry but there this is in fact a binding game and you must play or your magic will cease to work." Dumbledore declared. "So through the door you have to go."
"I refuse to play until I see a rule book!" Harry said defiantly. Everyone stared in shock at him. He was never one to speak to the headmaster or any other teacher that way even Snape had some kind of respect from the boy. There were some gasps.
"Very reasonable Harry." Dumbledore said. He sent a book Harry's way. Harry flisked through the book looking like he was reading it but he was flipping the pages too fast to really be reading.
"This infermnal book!" Harry swore. "There's no way out of this damn tournament!" Harry seemed to calm himself as he looked ready to explode. He smiled. "Well to my death I go. Ron, you can have my broom when I die." He walked up and into the door the other players had gone while the other students started whispering about Harry's declaration of his death.
