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Here's chapter 7...
Okay. I can't tell you that I forgot, definitely can't tell you that I died, and certainly can't tell you that I had no time.
Alright. Confession time. I slacked off.
Sorry guys, I really didn't mean to. I kinda lost interest, so it's been a while.

Anyways, here it is.

~Blazingfyres
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Harry knew the second his name was uttered from Dumbledore's mouth that he wasn''t going to be let off easy.

It felt like someone had died. And the victim was him. That fearful tone of his name coming from Dumbledore's voice that echoed from his throat was horrible. Terrifying. Damn frightning. As if it was music for his funeral-the bitter sound of a wrong note on a violin.

"Harry Potter."

His breath stopped. His lungs froze. His heart pounded. He wanted to scream. Wait, there must be a mistake!

"Harry Potter!"

His eyes filled with bewilderment, denial, as if a knife had been shoved through his chest. Even as he got to his feet, his knees shook, barely keeping him from dropping to the stone floor. He couldn't move. He couldn't think. He didn't know what to think! Fighting to keep himself from shouting out, biting back the urge to do something stupid, he picked himself up from the crowd of people, shocked expressions boring onto his head. From shock and despair, confusion and hate, it took all of his will to keep his knees from wobbling. A gruff hand closed on his shoulder. He looked up, surprised.
Mad-Eye Moody.

"Professor...I..." He couldn't even speak.
"Hush, Potter."
He hung his head.
Grabbed harshly by another group of teachers, Harry was ushered into the hallways.
He closed his eyes. He knew pinching himself would be useless. This wasn't a nightmare he could just wake up out of. Man, reality stinks.

He found himself staggering into the trophy room. Jellal, Juvia, Natsu, and Krum were already standing in wait for the results. Natsu paced in circles, a tense look on his face. Juvia tapped her foot impatiently; even Krum and Jellal had a tough time maintaining a serious face.
"Come to congratulate the winners, Potter?" Jellal said coldly.
So they don't know yet, Harry thought.
Natsu kept his head turned away.
"Unfortunately, no." Professor Moody spoke for him. "Say hello to the 5th winner."

Utter silence.

"But that's impossible!" Juvia blurted. "Only four-"

"POTTER!"

Oh great. He was dead.
Harry was taken by surprise as he was shoved into the wall, pinned with no escape.
"Did you put your name in the cup?" It was Dumbledore.
Hatry froze. "Professor-"
"ANSWER ME!"
"N-no, sir!"
"Did you get an older student to do it?"
"No!"
"Don't lie to me, Harry!" His eyes seemed to try and read his face.
"I'm not! I'm not lying! I didn't put my name in that cup!" His voice was shaking; his fists clenched, his eyes staring painfully to the floor.
The grip on his shoulders loosened.

He heard his teachers muttering quietly between themselves, but he couldn't get himself to listen. Only one thing was going through his mind.

Someone put his name in that cup.

Someone wanted him dead.

Harry's back was getting stares by everyone, whispers and accusing glances following him everywhere.

Nobody was on his side.

"Ron!" He called in the common room, catching a glimpse of his red hair. He somehow felt relieved to see his friend.

Hesitating, the Weasely turned.

"Are... you alright?"Harry asked. Something wasn't right with the look his friend was giving him.

"Hello, Mr. Champion. Had your fun?"

"What?"

"You heard me. You remember the Goblet of Fire, right? Unless you've forgotten. A little hard to, though."

"Don't be stupid," Harry replied shortly. "I didn't put my name in that cup and you know it."

"Yeah, that's all I am. Harry Potter's stupid friend who doesn't understand anything."

"Come ON, Ron. Please, listen to me!"

"Listen to what?" He snapped, surprising Harry. "That you, Harry Potter, were trying to get the spotlight again? Wasn't the Boy Who Lived enough for you? Whatever you want me to listen to, I won't be there."

"Look, Ron, I don't know what happened tonight but-"

"Just stay away from me! If fame is all you care about, then fine! I don't want to be Harry Potter's lousy side-kick 'friend'! Just shut up!" He turned his back on him.

"Ron! You think I wanted this? You think I want to kill myself? Think, Ron! I don't want eternal glory! RON!"

But Ron had already disappeared.

"Well, Dumbledore? What did they decide?"

He shook his head. "Barty Crouch believes the boy should stay in the games."
"What?!" McGonagall frowned. "That is unacceptable! He is only a child! Does he want Potter to die out there?"
"I'm sorry, Minerva, but I cannot argue with his final decision. The boy will be taking part in the tournament, whether he wants to or not."

"You-you aren't still suspecting the boy, are you?"

Albus hesitated. "No. I believe he is telling the truth." He shook his head, making his way to the other side of the room. "But that isn't what I'm worried about."
He brought his wand to his left temple. As he did so, a mirror bolted into the side of the wall parted-a huge bowl, almost like a wash basin, sparkled eerily. Pulling a silver strand from the side of his head, he dropped it into the water.

"Some memories are best... left alone for awhile."

Okay, short and rushed chapter, sorry about that. I just didn't know what else to write... I didn't take much time into editing either. I guess you lose the touch after days of not writing. :(
Again, I'm sorry for being a lousy slack-off, and I'll try not to do that again. Thanks for all of your support, I really do appreciate it.

~Blazingfyres