A/N: This will be my first beta-d fic, which I'm super happy about! Please let me know how you like it. Updates will come soon as the semester winds down :)
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep, deep breath. This was it, this is what he had trained for for the past few months. Centering himself and softly exhaling, he finished stepping into the stadium. The ambient noise around him from the crowd screaming swelled to almost uncomfortable levels after being in the sound dampened preparation tunnel for a few minutes.
He looked out into the stadium, his eyes steadily panning over the small judges table, nearly hidden behind an impressive set of wards and defensive enchantments, the empty field where he was to fight, and the packed stadium full of wizards and witches mostly booing and jeering at him, with a few supportive yells trying to be heard. He flicked his eyes up once, just to see if he could spot her, his biggest supporter, but alas. It was impossible to make out any one person in the screaming mass of humanity. It seemed as if the onlookers were protected by an even more impressive series of wards and enchantments, and for good reason.
After all, there wasn't a magical being yet who Albus Dumbledore couldn't lay waste to. Harry's lips twitched before he located Bagman, nodding his head to indicate he was ready as he smoothly drew his wand from his belt, idly loosening up the tension in his body with a careless shoulder roll.
It was time.