The feast that Dumbledore had prepared for their supposed savior and hero was astonishing. There were so many different drinks and food to choose from, and everyone present was having a good time; Harry was sure that this was the first time some of them had laughed since the attacks started. Towards the end of the feast, Dumbledore stood from his spot and raised his glass to make a toast. "I believe that a toast is in order. This young man is here to rid us of the monster that has been terrorizing us for several weeks. Hopefully, by tomorrow, we shall be free and this man shall be victorious. To Harry Potter!" He took a drink from his goblet, and the rest of the Hall followed; everyone except for one person who rose from his seat.
"What's so great about Potter?" Draco Malfoy sneered as he casually made his way up to the head table. "I mean, really, what is so great about Potter? Sure, he's been on a couple of adventures, and what not, but he's always had help. In fact, he's never really done anything. Sure, you defeated Quirrell back in your first year, but I'm pretty sure that if you hadn't had Granger or your sidekick, Weasley, you won't have been able to do any of that. And when you fought that basilisk, you had that bloody bird helping you out. We'll just skip your next adventure because it was rather pointless.
"In the Triwizard Tournament, we all know that Diggory beat you fair and square. During all those tasks, you trailed behind him every step of the way. Especially in the Second Task, you had no clue what you were doing. You were in last place while he was second. What about the last one? He had to save your sorry butt the entire time. He died for you, Potter. You're just pathetic. All of your adventures, you won them by having luck. Your luck has run out. Voldemort will destroy you. I think we need to send someone else."
The hall was dead silent. Draco turned and smirked at the entire before turning back to Harry. To Draco's surprise, Harry chuckled. "Draco, Draco. When will you learn?" Harry stood and slowly walked around the table so he was standing in front of Draco. "Tell me, Draco, were you there during any of those…adventures, as you like to call them?"
Draco shook his head. "No one needed to be there, we all heard—"
"Were you there when I competed in the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry interrupted. "Granted, I will give you the benefit of the doubt; you were there, and you did indeed witness me preform in those tasks, but were you actually there? I will admit, Cedric Diggory did beat me in everything. He placed better than me in the first task, and he was in first place in the lake task. However, I did get there first, and I would have been in first place if I hadn't wished to save the rest of the hostages. Then there of course is the third task. Cedric and I were neck and neck the entire time. The only reason I fell behind was because of a giant spider that attacked me right at the end. As for my other adventures, I will admit that I have had help in all those. However, in the end, I was the one who ended up doing all the dirty work. What about you, Draco?"
Draco swallowed nervously. "What do you mean, Potter?"
Harry shrugged. "I mean, what have you done? Have you done anything to prove that you are worthy to fight this monster? Do share, Draco."
Draco dropped his gaze and looked down at the ground and Harry's smile grew.
"You're all talk, Draco, but you have nothing. You betrayed your own housemates and you're nothing more than a dirty snake. Malfoy, I think you need to do us all a favor and go and sit down." Draco made his way back to seat, ashamed, and the rest of the Hall erupted into applause. Harry raised an arm in the air, and they all fell silent. "Remember my name today because by tomorrow, I shall have slayed your monster!" Everyone raised their glasses to him as he took his seat again.
