Harry looked on in shock as Dumbledore called his name for the third time. Finally, when Hermione pushed him, Harry stood up and walked towards Dumbledore.
"Please tell me that this is not another attempt to kill me." Harry said in a voice filled with disbelief. "I thought you only tried to kill me at the end of each year, why are you starting early this year?"
The Hall was filled with murmurs of incredulity.
"Surly you are not suggesting the Headmaster has placed you in life threatening situations?" said Bartimus Crouch.
Harry responded with bitter laughter. "Please, the Headbastard placed me on a doorstep in November, and assumed that my magic-phobic relatives would take me in instead of leaving me to die in the cold. Of course, he knew these particular relatives would abuse me and use me as a muggle house elf for ten years."
Gasps ran around the Hall and Madame Maxime looked horrified. Karkaroff, on the other hand, looked positively gleeful.
Harry continued, "When I was permitted back into the wizarding world the Headbastard made sure I kept receiving my allotted share of abuse from a certain greasy haired Death Eater." Snape turned purple and he went for his wand. McGonagall disarmed him.
"Of course then there were the frequent attempts on my life."
Dumbledore sent a silencing spell at Harry but Crouch blocked it.
Harry spoke to the entire Hall, "Let's see, first was the troll, it alone by rights should have killed me, then there was Quirril jinxing my broom in a Quidditch game nearly throwing me off, followed by Dumbledore sending me and two other first years through a series of deadly traps designed to be beaten by each of us with no thought as to stopping the actual criminal after the prize. That has to be criminal negligence on its own, more so because Quirril who was after the Stone, nearly strangled me to death."
"Harry be silent!" Dumbledore shouted. Harry continued on regardless.
"Second year, the bastard set me up to me murdered via Death Nibbler by allowing him to cast a potentially fatal spell at me, in a dueling club. For his annual end-of-year murder attempt, he set me up with a sixty foot Basilisk and a cursed diary. Of course, he was kind enough to let his phoenix come to my aid and help me fight for my life, but he could have used his phoenix to get me out of the damn place immediately."
Dumbledore sent a barrage of spells at Harry; all designed to silence or incapacitate Harry. Crouch, Madam Maxime, and Flitwick, blocked them all.
Harry's diatribe continued. "Then third year, he decided that not only did I have to be nearly kissed by Dementors five times, but I also had to go up against traitor and Death Eater, Peter Pettigrew. When I beat him with the help of my godfather Sirius Black, Dumbledore decided that I was not allowed to live with someone who would not abuse me, so he made sure that Sirius was still hunted. And now, he has decided to force me into a tournament that is potentially deadly all on its own. That does not take into account the deadly obstacles Dumbledore will certainly invent just for me."
Addressing Dumbledore directly he said, "So what's this year's grand finale? Set me up on a blind date with Bellatrix Lestrange after breaking her and all of the Death Eaters out of Azkaban?"
Neville paled at that statement.
Harry glared at Dumbledore who was now glaring back "Or maybe you were going to arrange for me to be kidnapped and tortured into the weapon you want during one of the tasks of this Magic Cursed tournament."
Harry snorted. "No, that would be to predictable, you want me beaten down, so you would have to turn the public against me, maybe send me to Azkaban for killing something that you frame me for at the end? I really don't care anymore. You try it Dumbledork, and I will commit a real murder, and you will be the victim. I'm tired of you trying to get me killed."
He then stalked into the back room, leaving the Great Hall silent in shock. Then the Hall exploded into talk all at once.
(A/N)
Not really SW orientated, however he will use his light saber in some of the tasks.