I felt myself waking screaming while I tried to stop the fire in my chest.
On fire, that is how I feel, every breath I took was like fire going through my veins.
- Harry! – Ron and Neville screamed at the same time, and two hands trying to stop me from hurting myself. When they took one of my arms, it felt like a cool sensation went towards my heart stopping the fire for a moment, letting me breathe a little easier, at the very least for a second.
But then, the fire came back, and with it, my screams. Dumbledore ordered everyone to go to the common rooms.
- Mr. Potter, I need you to calm yourself, you need to breathe, you are going blue-, said Madam Pomfrey. The need to send her to hell was high, but only screams went out.
- Do something! – Neville screamed. And I almost stop to laugh, because I knew sweet Neville would be feeling guilty after, but the fire keeps going strong. Suddenly, two other hands where touching my other arm, and the fire stopped again.
I could open my eyes a little, even if it hurt, I wanted to know who it was. And there they were, Draco and Blaise. I never really realized that Blaise's eyes where such a deep brown and not black. Even more, Draco's where such a clear gray color, and not blue, like Ron's.
- Mr. Potter, can you hear me? – asked Dumbledore coming closer, I could only move my head a little.
- Everything hurts – I tried saying, but my voice was hoarse.
- It stopped a little when we touch him-, said Draco, and it seem as if the fire heard him, and it came back, even stronger, or at least that is how It felt. The screams went even louder, I could feel their hands trying to stop my body from bowing. And then, more hands started coming upon me. With each hand, the fire went down.
- Harry? - asked Ron petting my hair, and that surprised me. From the very start, Ron had been my best friend, but he never touched me in such a way, sometimes an awkward hug when we see each other but never so intimately.
I was looking at him trying to make him understand that talking hurt, hell even breathing hurt. I tried moving my arms to touch my throat, but I didn't have any force anymore.
- Mr. Potter, we are going to move you to the infirmary, do not worry yourself. Stupefy -.
- By Merlin you never do anything easy Harry -, was the first thing I could heard when I woke up. I could feel Neville and Ron near me, but I didn't want to open my eyes. What happened out there? That fire hurt like hell, and those men, because I just knew they were men.
- Man, he will be really surprised, who knew the Goblet of Fire could do something like that -.
- Weasley in other times, the Goblet wasn´t always used for this purpose. It used to decide the perfect match for every person, every school had it, they used it from fourth to seventh year. The late purebloods thought that Merlin's enchanted Goblet of Fire, the one Hogwarts has, was the best matchmaker for their children, it stopped being used when more and more muggleborns started getting antsy, cause apparently, it was a "barbaric way of trapping kids, and they should date" -, explained Blaise.
- But how can the goblet put all of us together? -.
- That is Mr. Potter's doing. The goblet looks for the submissive's equal in every single aspect: spiritually, mentally and magic. Harems were rare but they happened. The last one was the one with more participants, there was one sub, Lenik Stanislav from Hungary, and his five dominants -, said a silky voice.
- So, when are you gonna open your eyes mate? We kinda need to talk about this -, said Ron moving me.
- Rooonnnn, man be gentler! It hurts! -, opening my eyes and looking around me. And there was Nev, Ron, Draco, Blaise and eight good looking men. Been truthful with myself, I felt like I was in my own little paradise, been surround of such good-looking dudes. Yes, gay as fuck.
- And here is where I interfere, please gentlemen I need you all to move and give me space to determine how is Mr. Potter -, said Madam Pomfrey. All of them moved, looking reluctant. The nurse started casting the detecting charm over his body. Meanwhile, I started looking at all the eye candy that was before me. All of them looked older, stronger and, to my chagrin, taller than me. Even sweet Neville was taller and older, even if it was for a day. It was kinda unfair, why am I the shortest? Fucking Dursleys, they should be in hell or jail. Some of them where watching me with such intensity, while others just smile or look back, inspecting me. All their attention made my body react, something that embarrassed me, 'because who want to get hard near the Madam.
- Well Mr. Potter, you seem okay, you will need a muscle relaxant potion, your body went through a lot of pressure. Some Dreamless potion, only if you really need it, you cannot overdo it Mr. Potter, just two drops, and nothing more. You will be out in two hours, so no need to look at me as if I steal your chocolate. Now gentlemen, I will let you all to talk, please take it easy, and call me if Mr. Potter gets bad -, told us the nurse, she turned around and went to her office, closing the door resolutely, letting us all alone
Draco got up and started silencing our section in the infirmary.
- Mate, you won't believe what just happened -, said Ron, and with that my path towards craziness started.