Brothers

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Chapter 7

Halloween Feast

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real – "

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and it was very obvious to everybody what had stolen his attention.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red once more. Red sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and out came another piece of burned parchment.

"Harry Potter"


"I didn't put my name in the cup!" Harry said angrily.

"Yeah, okay," said Ron, sceptically. "You want to get to bed, Harry. I expect you'll need to be up early tomorrow for a photo-call or something."

He pulled close the hangings around his bed, leaving Harry standing dumbfounded by the door. He had been sure Ron, of all people, would believe him. Clearly, he was wrong. Harry sat down on his bed and wrote a letter to Oliver. This is the kind of news that Oliver had asked Harry to keep him updated on.

Oliver,

The champions were chosen tonight. Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons, Victor Krum from Durmstrang, and Cedric Diggory.

I was also chosen. Someone put my name in the Goblet of Fire. I don't know who did it. I did not enter myself.

Harry


The next few days were some of Harry's worst at Hogwarts. The closest he had ever come to feeling like this had been during those months, in his second year, when a large portion of the school had suspected him of attacking his fellow students. Ron had been on his side then. These days, he hardly ever sees Ron. Whenever Ron saw Harry, he made a point to put as much space between them as possible. It made Harry feel extremely lonely. It did not help at all that Oliver was mad at him, too. Oliver had written back to Harry instantly.

Harry,

You're in the tournament?! Don't you know how dangerous this competition is?! People DIE in this tournament. You are NOT going to be one of them. Damn it, Potter, you are not old enough to do this! You are only fourteen years old! You are way too young for this.

You are NOT competing. I won't allow it. Tell Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall that you are backing out of the competition.

I am not happy with you, Harry. You were supposed to stay OUT of danger this year.

Oliver

Upon reading Oliver's response, Harry wrote him back a very angry letter.

Oliver,

I TRIED to stay out of danger! You are acting like I actually ASKED to be selected for this. I didn't ask for this. I do NOT want to compete. I did exactly what you told me to do. I talked to Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. They both said I had no choice and that I have to compete. I'm stuck in this stupid competition.

Harry

P.S I am NOT a child.

Oliver had written back to Harry instantaneously.


The following morning, Harry awoke to find Hedwig perched upon his bedside table.

Harry,

I was not accusing you of wanting to be entered in the tournament. But it seems like you didn't put up much a fight. I think that, even though you say you don't want to compete, a part of you wants to compete, and maybe even win.

Oliver

P.S You are still a child. At least to me, you still are. You are too young to compete. I really don't want you to be a part of this competition.

Oliver's letter had frustrated him. He couldn't get it out of his head. Oliver still saw Harry as a small, helpless child.

Harry definitely wasn't a child. "Well," Harry thought, "I'll just have to prove him wrong."

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