*Harry's POV*

I absolutely despise Cedric Diggory. He really believes he is so high and mighty because he's charming, but I've had it with him. He actually had the nerve to interrupt Violet and I. Trying to clear my mind of all my rushing thoughts, I bumped into Hermione. "Oh, sorry about that." I muttered, continuing to walk to the Common Room.

"Harry, are you forgetting the time? It's dinner." Rubbing the back of my neck, I followed her, not sure what to say. "What's bothering you?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

"I've known you long enough to know when something is bothering you. Please tell me."

"I was just trying to talk to Violet, and Diggory came in and interrupted me." Hermione rolled her eyes, and softly hit me with one of her books.

"You have too much to do to worry about! Not about…girls! Granted, she is a very nice and pleasant girl, but still!" I turned red, stepping into the Great Hall with her.

"It's not like that! Are you suggesting, I like her?"

"Well, if you didn't, why would you be so down about it?" I let out a huff, and sat down next to Ron.

"What were you two talking about?" Ron asked, taking note of my reddened face. Hermione opened her mouth, but I answered before her, "Nothing important. Where's Fred, George and Danni?"

Ron let out a chuckle, "Oh, those three? They decided they'd try and fool the Goblet by drinking an aging potion. Of course it didn't work, but it was fun watching them all grow gray beards!"

"Danni had a beard? Boy, would I have loved to see that!" I laughed, envisioning the scene. Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron noted, "You would have if you didn't stay sulking by Violet's bed." My nose twitched at the mention of it, and Hermione smirked at me. Before I could scold the both of them, I saw Dumbledore pull out his wand, stepping towards the Goblet.

He shouted, "It seems, the Goblet is ready to make its decision!" There was a roar of applause, and Dumbledore continued, "The champions are to come up to the top of the Hall, along the staff table and into the next chamber. There, you shall receive your instructions." My eyes drifted to the Ravenclaw table, waiting to see Violet's expression, but that's when I remembered she was still in the Hospital Wing. All the candles dimmed, besides the ones inside the pumpkins on our table.

Ron excitedly tugged on my robe, whispering, "I can't wait!" The Goblet glowed a blinding blue light, and I couldn't manage to turn away. Curious what would happen, I tried not to blink. Suddenly, a blacked piece of paper shot out, landing in Dumbledore's outstretched hand.

"The champion for Durmstrang is…Viktor Krum." There was a roar of approval at the Slytherin table, and Ron said in awe, "He would be the best champion. The Goblet chose well."

"I really don't see what you see in that oaf." Hermione grumbled, crossing her arms. I shushed her as another piece of parchment exploded from the Goblet.

"Beauxbatons' champion is…Fleur Delacour!"

"Boy, they're really not taking this well." Hermione noted, pointing at the Ravenclaw table. A couple girls from Beauxbatons had begun to sob dramatically, astonished they weren't chosen. Finally, the last paper fluttered out, and Dumbledore silently read it to himself. I sat on the edge of my seat, unable to express my excitement for the Hogwarts champion.

"And, Hogwarts' very own champion is none other than…Cedric Diggory!" Ron shouted something angrily, and my jaw dropped. I shook my head, words unable to come out of my mouth. Hermione giggled, finding my shock and horror hilarious. "Well, now that we have our three Champions, let's all give them a warm round of appl-" Dumbledore started to say, but stopped mid-sentence as a fourth paper shot out, gingerly falling. Dumbledore snatched it, his eyes flooding with anger. "Harry Potter!" My jaw dropped even farther, my eyes widening. Ron turned to me, surprised.

I shook my head, "I swear, I didn't put my name in!" Professor McGonagall stood, and whispered something in Dumbledore's ear.

"Harry Potter! Come now!" Dumbledore shouted furiously. I pushed myself out of my seat, my legs trembling. There was no applause, only dead silence as all eyes were on me. I shuffled up the aisle, and towards the staff table. "In through that door, Harry." Dumbledore said clearly, a slight frown on his face. I entered the door, sighting the three Champions.

Cedric turned toward me and smiled, "Hey Harry! Do they want us back in the Hall?" I stayed silent, and then Ludo Bagman rushed in, patting my back.

"Well, you three, I introduce the fourth champion!"

Fleur laughed, "Iz very funny, Meester Bagmen."

"I assure you I am being honest. The Goblet selected him!" Krum glared at me, his arms crossed. Then, the rest of the teachers rushed in, Dumbledore, Karkaroff and Maxime all arguing.

"If I had known younger students were allowed, Dumbledore, I would have brought a wider selection of students!"

"Dumbledore is not to be blamed for Harry's carelessness." Snape informed Karkaroff, shooting an angry glare at Harry.

Dumbledore turned to Harry, and asked rather calmly, "Did you put your name in the Goblet, Harry?"

"No sir."

"Did you ask an older student to do it for you?"

"No sir!"

Madame Maxime pointed her long finger at him, screaming, "He iz liar!" Bagman grabbed Mr. Crouch's shoulder, saying curtly, "Barty would know what to do!"

"We must follow along with the rules. He was selected, therefore he is a champion in the Tri-Wizard Tournament."

Karkaroff shook his head, kicking a table, "Durmstrang will pull out of this tournament if he remains a champion!"

"Beauxbatons too!" Maxime agreed.

Mr. Crouch gulped as if he swallowed something disgusting, "Your champions must compete. They have practically signed a magical binding contract by entering their name. Unless you'd like to leave your champions behind, I suggest you stay."

Karkaroff scoffed, and Moody hissed, "I bet someone is trying to get rid of Harry."

Professor McGonagall looked at him in horror, "Alastor, don't say such things!"

Moody cracked his knuckles, and chugged his drink. "I wouldn't doubt it! It's dangerous, and he knows that! What if the person who entered his name realized that!"

Mr. Crouch cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the conversation. "So, um, champions, your first task is to test your bravery. It will take place November 24th, in front of judges and all of the students. You may not ask help from any teachers or supervisors throughout this tournament. In this first task, you will only be armed with your wand. You will receive information about your second task once you complete your first task. You are exempt from end-of-year testing due to the time-consuming tasks. That is all."

"Well, you all go off to bed. Cedric, Harry, I suggest you hurry. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are probably waiting for you." I nodded, and Cedric and I both stepped out of the room.

"So, uh, Harry-how did you get your name in?"

"I didn't. I was telling them the truth." I said irritably. Cedric smiled, but he could tell Cedric didn't believe a word he said.

"I'll see you around then, Harry."

I frowned, waving at him, and then made my way up to Gryffindor's Common Room. I entered, and there was an eruption of hoots and hollers. George and Fred picked me up, placing me on their shoulders. "Eh, Harry! You did it!" Danni ran over, pulling me down and hugging me.

"How'd you do it? Come on, tell us everything!"

"I didn't put it i-"

"Oh sure you didn't! Don't worry! Old Dumbledore can't hear you! Want some food? We've got a whole boatload!" Danni reassured him, grabbing his arm and pulling him farther into the crowd.

"You can knock the socks of Diggory!" Lee Jordan shouted, throwing his scarf up in the air.

I rubbed my eyes, and mumbled to Danni, "I-um-I'm going to head to bed. I'll see you all in the morning!" I disappeared into my dorm, slamming the door to mute the sound of the party. Then I saw Ron, sitting on his bed, reading a book.

"Ron!" I said thankfully, running over to him. Ron glanced up and then went back to reading.

"Oh, hello there." He muttered. "Congratulations."

"For what?" I questioned, tilting my head.

"Getting across the Age Line. What'd you use, the Cloak?"

"I didn't put my name in, Ron."

"Oh right, we both could fit under the Cloak, so it couldn't be that. I hear you get a thousand Galleons and no testing."

"I swear I didn't enter my name." I changed my tone to something more serious.

Ron sat up straight, slamming his book closed, "I understand if you don't want everyone to know, but why you're lying to your best friend, I don't get it."

"I didn't put my name in the bloody Goblet!"

"Yeah, sure. I'll let you get some shut-eye since you probably have a big photoshoot tomorrow. You really think I'm that stupid?"

"You surely are acting like it!" I yelled, and Ron furiously shut his curtains around his bed, closing me out. I bit my lip, and jumped in my bed, turning my back to his bed.

Sorry that took so long everyone! I've been busy taking online courses and I finally got to writing this long-awaited chapter. xD. I might be writing in Harry's POV for a while, so I hope you enjoyed his insight for a change. Please review, it helps ,and thanks for reading! Stay awesome, Gotham!