Author's Notes: Chapter dedicated to SilverTongue. Reviews appreciated!
October 21, 1994
July 4, 1997
Dear Harry,
Well, to say I'm surprised is an... understatement. To be honest, I know I accused you of wanting to enter, but I didn't think you'd actually do it. I thought you were above wanting even more fame, but I guess I was wrong.
Are you stupid, or something? Okay, so I played down the dangers, it's really worse. Father's told me some of the more gruesome stories to do with the Tournament, and you'd either have to be entirely thick or mentally insane to consider entering!
But you'd do it just for more fame. Honestly, I'm disgusted.
Although it is very suspicious, you being able to get over the Age Line but no else able to. And, not to mention the fact that you were chosen as the second Hogwarts champion? There's something wrong with the situation; you're so desperate you've managed to somehow hoodwink the Goblet into choosing another player.
I bet Diggory's furious that he's not all that special anymore. Even though he's a nancy boy, I'd rather him win than you; at least he didn't cheat. It was a very Slytherin thing to do, except not even we are that low. I'm not impressed.
It gave us all a shock, as you can imagine. Your face was great, but you can't have been that surprised, as you entered yourself. I'll bet you've actually managed to lose a lot of popularity, instead of gaining it. You're no longer a modest, noble, kind guy, but an attention-seeking, fame-stealing prick.
I hope you're happy. I hope you regret it when things become too tough for you.
From,
Draco