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Chapter 8
(Harry's POV)
I sat here, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. I was stunned. I felt numb. Surely I was dreaming. Maybe I did not heard correctly. I sat here frozen in my seat. I turned to Ron and Hermione.
"I didn't put my name in," I said blankly. "You know I didn't."
Both of them stared just as blankly back.
"Don't worry Harry I believe you." said Alex.
I felt a rush of gratefulness to her when she said that but how did she know? Never mind that the question who put my name in the Goblet. She's right somehow. I need to talk to her maybe she knows who and what will happen.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"
"Go on," Hermione whispered, giving me a slight push.
I got to my feet and went through the door. No body was smiling. It's like in second year again being the suspect of everything.
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(Alex's POV)
Harry disappeared behind the door. Professor Dumbledore told us to go to bed and the students went back to there dorms talking about the Four champions especially Harry. Everything was tense. I laughed and my friends stared at me.
"Well good night. See you tomorrow morning." I said as I stood up.
"Wait Alex."
"Yes, Hermione."
"How did you know Harry was going to be a champion? Did you know who did it?"
I frowned thinking how will I answer her questions.
"I'm not going to lie but I will not going to answer fully." I said. "For your first question, as I said earlier it was plain too obvious that he will be a champion. He never actually got a normal school year. First year, he saved the Sorcerer's stone from Voldemort with the help of his friends of course. Second year, the opening of the Chamber of Secrets which Tom Riddle Jr. a.k.a. Voldemort, the heir of slytherin opened to attack the muggleborn students. Third year, a prisoner of Azkaban, who escaped gone after Harry but it turns quite differently when he had known the truth. Now fourth year, forced to join as a champion of the Triwizard Tournament. Every year Voldemort will find a way just to kill him."
"But..." said Hermione. I interrupted her and answered her second question.
"For your second question, yes I know who did it but I can't prove it. Accusing someone without evidence is not a good thing. Innocent until proven guilty."
I know that Professor Moody is an Imposter who is actually Barty Crouch Jr. but I can't tell them that, they'll think I'm crazy. Other is I don't have proof except my books, which I can't show them.
I saw Ron thinking deeply not knowing what to do. I know he was listening but his pride and jealousy were the problem.
"Believe it or not Harry is not the one who put his name in the Goblet. He doesn't like his fame. All he need and wants is the love and support of his family and friends. He never wanted this kind of life. It's a good thing that he never gone off dark or to suicide himself. Worse things might happen." I said.
They just stared, thinking very deeply. Frozen in their position. I already said too much. I hope they will do the right thing and support Harry. I know they will all support him but in the right time and Ron may take a while.
"I already told you what I know. I will still giving hints but I'm not going to mess up too much of what's going to happen. Good night. Harry really need you all right now."
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"What am I going to do Sal? I said too much to them. Do you think they'll suspect or just ignore what I said? I just don't know what to do now. I know tomorrow Harry will going to confront me. I could feel it." I said worriedly.
"You've done great Alex. Don't worry everything will be alright." said Salazar comforting me.
"It's been a long evening. You must be tired and you need to sleep. Try not to think about what happen.," said Rowena.
"Okay. I'll do that." I said. "Where are Godric and Helga?"
"They're speaking with Headmaster. Apparently both of their students are champions. He needs some of their advise." said Salazar.
"And why you two are not with them?" questioningly.
"We knew that you need us so we stayed." Rowena smiled.
"Thank you and good night."
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It's Sunday morning, I went down to breakfast and told Luna my worries.
"Don't worry Alex. It will all sort out in the end." she said dreamily.
"Thanks Luna. I know I can always count on you." I smiled.
Harry's not here yet. Hermione must be taking his breakfast to him. Ron is here. I knew this would happen. Harry must be writing to Sirius at the Owlery. I saw Cedric chatting with his friends. I went over to congratulate him.
For the next few days it's been worst for Harry. Most of the student body of Hogwarts did not believe him. During Herbology, the Hufflepuffs were not on excellent terms with Harry. Hermione was between Harry and Ron trying making a conversation, but not exactly working. After Arithmancy I talked to Hermione about Harry and Ron about not talking with each other.
"Do you think I should tell Ron that Harry might die in this competition?" I asked.
"Don't even say that." she said angrily.
"Chill Hermione, I'm just asking if I'm going to tell him that."
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(Harry's POV)
This is the worst year I have so far and I haven't got a chance to talk to Alex properly. One time during Herbology she told me to practice my Summoning Charm to get some things off my head. But how, Ron's not speaking with me and the whole school hates me. Sirius hasn't replied yet. During Potions I got detention with Ron because we shouted at Snape for being unfair with Hermione and that both Malfoy and I attacked each other. Stupid badges. Stupid ferret. He's lucky Alex is his partner and Snape as his head house or else I might do really something to him real bad and also to Snape. And then a knock on the dungeon door burst in to my thoughts. It was Colin Creevey, he says that Ludo Bagman wants me.
All the champions must being interviewed and photographed for the Daily Prophet. Great, more publicity. Ludo Bagman said we're doing a wand weighing ceremony. They have to check our wands if it is fully functional. Rita Skeeter will be the one going to write the interview for the prophet. In the middle of our interview, which was very irritating, her quill and parchment began to burst into flames. It was strange. After Mr. Ollivander checked our wands, it was time for photographs. There was a flash but it wasn't the photographer's camera. When he was about to shoot, the camera melted.
"Well what a shame, maybe some other time." said Dumbledore, his eyes were twinkling madly.
I went down to dinner. Hermione wasn't there. I was surprise that Alex, Neville, Ginny, Fred and George joined me at the end of the Gryffindor table. At least I'm not alone. I'm glad they believe and support me when my very own best friend couldn't. I meant Ron.
"Why.." said Fred
"the.." said George
"long..
"face.."
"Harry!" Both of them said. I smiled.
"We believe you Harry. If you're wondering why we're here because we don't want you to feel that you're alone. You have friends." said Ginny slightly blushing.
"Yeah Harry, we're here. Ron was just being a prat not realizing that he had a great friend like you." said Neville.
I'm happy that they're here for me. I wanted to hug them all. We ate dinner and talked about what the first task is going to be. Then I noticed Alex was doing something with one of Malfoy's badges.
"What are you doing Alex?" I asked.
"Oh, I was trying to change the wordings when you tap the badge. Look." she said.
At first it was support Cedric Diggory, she tapped and then support Harry Potter flashed. Next support Fleur Delecour and support Viktor Krum. At the last tap the words formed, unity between the Houses and the Schools.
"That's amazing Alex," said George.
"Yeah, do you think you could make some more." said Fred.
"Ja, but I need all your help." said Alex. "So do you like it Harry."
"Yes and thanks." I said.
"Your welcome."
"Alex, do you know who put my name in the Goblet?" I asked.
"I already told Hermione and the others what I knew. Yes, I know who but I can't prove that they actually did it because I don't have any evidence at all." she frowned.
"You said they. Who are they actually?" said Fred catching every word that she said.
"I can't tell. Many people would hear what will I say, sorry." she said.
She knew who did it but why wouldn't she tell us.
"Could you write their names or their initials?" said Neville.
"Sure, who has a parchment and a quill?"
"I have one." said Ginny.
"Really, I do prefer using pens and notebooks. Much more easier and better."
She wrote not their names but initials. T.M.. (Ginny gasped) , P.P. (I frowned) , and B..(Neville's eyes went wide).
"Please don't show it to anyone else." she said "Burned after reading it."
We all nodded trying to figure out who they are. But Ginny, Neville and I knew one of them. The only person I know who has the initials P.P. is Peter Pettrigrew and T.M.. is Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. aka Lord Voldemort. The only initials I don't know is B.. who is he. Neville must have know him. We burned it afterwards.
"I have to get back to my dormitory. You should go as well Harry something is waiting for you there and do practice your Summoning Charm." Alex said.
She passed by me and whispered something.
"Did you like what I did with the quill and camera?" she whispered, her eyes were twinkling. "Haha, Good night everyone."
Then she was gone. She's the one who did that. I didn't even saw her there. Up in the dormitory, I came across Ron.
"You've had an owl," said Ron.
"Oh - right," I said.
"And we've got to do our detentions tomorrow night, Snape's dungeon," he added.
I wanted to talk to him and hit him, but the lure of Sirius's answer was to strong. I read the letter. He wanted to talked to me on November 22. What's going on?
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