Harry had not thought about what day it was and so was surprised that night at dinner when it was announced that the names would be drawn from the goblet to see who would be the three champions.

What surprised him even more was when the fourth name shot out of the flames reading 'Harry Potter'. He could feel the anger and jealousy from everyone as he walked along the length of the great hall to get to the three champions so he ducked his head and kept walking straight without looking at anyone, especially Severus.

Soon the champions were joined by the headmasters and headmistress demanding answers as to how Harry could be chosen. Harry could feel glee coming from one of the adults in the room but with all strong emotions flying round he couldn't tell that it was from the Mad-Eye lookalike.

As soon as he was allowed to leave Harry headed back to the common room to see his friends. Instantly Ron began shouting at Harry about betraying him and not telling him that Harry had put his name in the goblet. Ron stormed off and Harry felt anger and hatred mixed in with the usual jealousy that he felt coming from Ron.

When Ron stalked away Harry turned and left the common room, sneaking off to the seventh floor, unable to sleep in the bed next to the other man. He went in and walked straight to the piano within which was there each time he went to the room. He sat down and began playing, letting tears fall as he did. Harry had been so focused on the piano that he hadn't noticed the other man sat in there on the sofa until the man walked over to the bench, sat down, and wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders.

The young man leant into the solid body next to him but after a couple of minutes that contact was not enough so he turned to face the man and wrapped his own arms around the potion masters belly before fisting his hands into the robes.

"I thought you'd end up here."

"I can't do this Sev. I don't know how I can get through this on my own."

"You aren't on your own. You have your friends, your school, you have me."

"The school hates me. I didn't put my name in, I don't want everlasting fame and glory, I don't want to compete and yet everyone else felt either anger or jealousy towards me as if I wanted this to happen. Not even Ron is standing by me, he hates me Sev, he's always been jealous but he was shouting at me in front of the common room and I could feel his hatred and betrayal towards me."

"He'll come around Harry, he'll realise how big of an idiot he is being, you'll see. Besides you still have Miss. Granger, and your other Gryffindors. You still have me."

"Thank you, for everything."

"Right, why don't you go back to the tower and sleep on it, I'm sure it will seem better in the morning?"

"I can't. I can't go back to the tower and stay in the same room with him. You didn't feel what I felt from him, I can't go back there, not now."

"Well then try and sleep here, I see that your bedroom from last night has reappeared again."

"Can- can you stay here again? You don't have to though, I get that it's pathetic asking you to stay, it's just-" Harry drifted off, embarrassed by his words.

"It's just what Harry?"

"It's just, well, I just feel safe with you there, I know that you won't hurt me, I know that you care, I've never had anyone care about me at all."

"Come on then young man."

Harry fell asleep quickly once his head hit the pillow leaving Severus to try and comprehend how he and Harry would act around one another in lessons now, how the boy was quickly becoming a part of his life, how he could make sure that Harry lived through this tournament.