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A/N: Here onwards the story won't contain the happenings in the class room unless it's essential for the story, for example what happened in the Hagrid's class with blast ended screwts and nifflers, there will be mentions of Divination but won't be given dedicated scenes. I will be concentrating on the major events only. The story will have enough content for character development, the character development arc will be crystal clear as the story progresses. Please Review (good-bad doesn't matter)
Chapter Five: Eternal Glory
The month of October was coming to a close, trees turning a shade closer to brown as autumn got a firm grip on the flora around Hogwarts. The month was exceptionally better than many previous ones for young Harry Potter. He had passed his exam for ancient runes with an acceptable and his performance in the subject was steadily improving, with some much-appreciated help from the resident bookworm of Gryffindor. There were only two instances that took place in the past month which were of any significance to him.
There was no change in his fortune with the regards to potions. Snape was as hateful as ever and his antics that resulted in his potions being wiped off from his cauldron before being graded or his sample vial falling to the floor and breaking accidently. God, he hated Snape and potions. It does nothing to help that he had to survive the class with the green snakes from Slytherin. He was aware that not all the Slytherins outright hated him but even the moderate ones were too cold towards him for his liking.
The first major incident happened in the first week of the month, that too in DADA. True to his word, professor Moody showed them the Dark Arts, going far enough to provide them with a first-hand experience due to his hands-on approach regarding Defence.
"I want a volunteer, Potter step ahead." Moody Growled.
Harry obediently stepped towards the front of the class, clearly nervous, being the Guinea pig for professor's experiment.
"Now Potter, clear your mind and concentrate. I'm going to use the Imperius Curse on you and you will try to throw it off." Harry eyes went wide in shock, his eyebrows went high and hidden behind his unruly jet black hair. All eyes pinned on him, his body still as stunned.
"Concentrate Potter, we don't have all day." Harry tried to gather all his Gryffindor courage, he squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and looked directly into the natural eye of the professor.
"Imperio", the next thing Harry remembered of felt by the feeling of absolute bliss. All his inhibitions and anxieties dropped dead, the only thing in his mind was the voice of Moody.
"When I count five, jump." Moody commanded and started counting from one to five.
As the command was given to Harry, he pushed his mind to stop his body from acting as it was commanded. He put all his will power to make his legs fixed on the ground. The moment Moody reached five, Harry suddenly felt like he was falling and the next thing he remembered was the excruciating pain of a broken bleeding nose and bruised knees.
"Well done Potter, you couldn't throw it off completely but you did good." Moody shouted and raised from the ground with his wand. After two spells and wand movements, his nose was fixed and his knees were in better condition but his shirt still had the blood stains where the blood droplets were fallen from his nose.
"Oh please, any half-wit can do that." Draco snarled in a very un-Malfoyish manner.
"It seems Malfoy's have quite some experience with Imperius curse. What don't you come ahead and try." Moody replied snarling similar to Draco.
Draco bit back the retort and took a step back, trying to avoid a confrontation and humiliation in front of his cronies and followers.
After a pause of a few minutes, Moody when into his lecture mode. "Imperius Curse is a fight of wills. To overcome an Imperius, you must overpower the will of the caster."
"Potter! stay back after the class."
Harry packed his belongings in his bag and waited for everyone to leave before moving closer to the teacher's desk. He was a bit confused at the moment, unsure about the reason of him being asked to stay behind. Moody's artificial eyeball making him feel nervous and nauseous at the same time.
"Your teachers told me, you are good with Defences. You were top of the class last year." Harry just gave single nod, his face laced with confusion.
"Don't worry Potter, I am not giving you a detention. Here, have these book, it will be helpful in future." He handed Harry an old, battered leather-bound book, titled 'Curse and Counter curses for Beginners'. Harry stuffed the book carefully into his bag and thanked the professor with a promise to return it later.
"Don't worry about returning it. Use it well."
The second incident was when Hermione came to know about the kitchen and cooks of Hogwarts. It was during the dinner a few days back when one of the twins mentioned that about it.
"You know brother mine, I think house-elves put their magic into food. That's why it always tastes this good."
"I think you are right, Brother mine."
"What, there are house-elves in the castle?" Hermione asked with shocked raised voice and raised eyebrows.
"Yeah, the largest elf population in any institute in Europe." Fred said, or was it George?
"I think the second largest, George. The largest is at ICW Headquarters." 'So, that was George', Harry thought.
"They have slaves in Hogwarts!" Hermione replied, pushing her meal plate away from herself. "I am not eating this tainted food prepared by slaves." She answered to the questioning looks coming from the twins.
"You can't say no to food, Hermione." Ron blurted with a few pieces of food.
"My appetite is dead, I'm going to the common room." Hermione picked her bag and left the great hall.
During all the hectic schedule and crossing the new faces, people came to know that the Bulgarian seeker, Victor Krum is one of the students of Durmstrang who came for the championship. Ron was trying his best to get his autograph, success in this endeavor still alluded him. Others were busy staring at and drooling over the part-Veela from Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour. She was an average tall, blonde with icy blue eyes, her figure was the envy of nearly every witch in the castle, not overly curvy and not too thin. It seemed like almost every male above age of thirteen became a bumbling, drooling mess when he came anywhere near the French beauty. Some of early risers were intrigued when they saw that the Mahoutokoro students were fighting each other near their lodging. It later became a common knowledge that the students daily practiced Aikido for an hour in the morning. The Ilvermorny students were the most relaxed ones, even more than their Hogwarts counterparts. A group of those students could always be found lounging somewhere around the castle grounds.
In the midst of all activities, Hermione was busy planning about a group for the welfare of house-elves.
"Listen, you guys." She said to the group sitting around the couch in front of fireplace, namely Harry, Ron, Neville, Fred, George and Lee Jordan.
"I am starting a new society, Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."
"spew?" Ron barked, making a face.
"Not spew, S.P.E.W. we will work to abolish elf slavery and fight to give them rights for wages and freedom."
It took better part of the evening and a hour long lecture by Neville Longbottom to explain the things about elves to Hermione after which her only response was 'Oh'.
"Really Hermione, spew? You could do better than that. I would suggest you, never to name anyone hereafter. You are as bad in this regard as I was in Divination." Harry joked, the reaction to this comment was a loud laughter at the expense of Hermione who just huffed and sat back on the couch, her arms folded over her chest.
"A disaster in making, prevented by our own Neville. Good job mate." Ron said, giving a slap on back to Neville, his face red as tomato due to the compliment.
-X-X-
Halloween Night, 8:00 PM
"I hope you enjoyed the delicious feast, your bellies are full and you all want to be in the comfort of your soft and warm bed but there is one thing that needs to be taken care of." He waved his hand towards the students and the fires around the great hall dimmed suddenly. Now the only major light was coming from the Goblet of Fire, which was kept in the middle of the great hall on a stone carved high pedestal, A glowing circle around the pedestal which was the 'age line' drawn by Dumbledore. Dumbledore stepped down from the platform and moved towards the pedestal, he cancelled the age line with a flick of his wand and stepped closer to the Goblet. Every eye in the great hall was fixed on Dumbledore who was now touching the Goblet with his right hand and mumbling something, probably a spell. The moment Dumbledore moved his hand away from the Goblet, it flashed red and a piece of parchment shot out of the flames. He grabbed the piece without any effort.
"The champion from Beauxbatons Academy is Miss Fleur Delacour!" The great hall erupted in claps, whistles and voice of excitement. The beautiful French half-Veela rose from her place at the Ravenclaw table and stepped towards Dumbledore who congratulated her and directed towards the anteroom behind the teachers' table. He repeated the same action again once the great hall had calmed down a bit.
"The champion from the Durmstrang Institute is Victor Krum!" The Quidditch star rose from the Slytherin table and followed the French champion. Krum was a tall boy with a muscular body and hazel eyes. He had a near blank face, probably due to his experience with handling his emotions in a nervous situation.
"The champion of Ilvermorny is Miss Zoe Walker!" A tall girl with athletic build and short wavy burgundy hairs rose from the Gryffindor table and followed the Bulgarian seeker.
"The champion from Mahoutokoro is Kenechi Ohara!" An average tall boy with dark brown eyes and a hair bun at the back of his head, rose from his place at the Hufflepuff table, gave a curt bow to the Hogwarts headmaster and followed the other champions to the anteroom.
"The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!" Every Hogwarts student in the great hall was on his feet applauding the host champion. Cedric rose from his place at the Hufflepuff table, gave a hug to one of his friends and walked towards Dumbledore. He shook his hands before Dumbledore motioned him to get to the anteroom.
"Excellent, we finally have our champions. The five of the best from their respective school but in the end, there will only be one. One who will conquer all the challenges, one who will win the ultimate prize, 'Eternal Glory'." As he pointed towards his podium, a crystal trophy came into view at the top of the podium. The trophy looked like a phoenix emerging from whirlpool of flames with its open beak pointing towards the sky and its wings half spread. The pale blue hue of the crystal giving it the feel of being enchanted. A blue light pulsating where the heart of the phoenix should be.
Before Dumbledore could continue, the great hall was again flooded with the red light of a flash just for a moment before a piece of parchment shot out of those flames and floated down towards the outstretched palm of Dumbledore. The shocked expression on Dumbledore's face and the silence that stretched for quite a few seconds gave everyone a chill.
"Harry Potter! HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore shouted at the top of his voice.
Harry was stunned, his body frozen, breath stuck in his lungs, his throat went dry, his mind went numb, in short, every reaction to shock. Hermione, who occupied the seat next to him, pulled him up and pushed him towards the headmaster while whispering in his ear that all will be well. Harry started walking towards the headmaster mechanically, unaware of his actions, his eyes fixed at the parchment Dumbledore held in his hand.
As he reached the old wizard, he was handed the slip of parchment. His eyes went wide when he saw his name on the parchment in his own handwriting, he paled at that instant. There were murmurs and whispers around him throughout the great hall. He started walking towards the anteroom.
"He is a cheat", "He is a fraud", "The glory seeking git". The remarks were thrown at him like stones, his mind, unable to process anything at the moment, ignored the angry shouts. He kept walking towards the anteroom where champions entered.
The door led to a corridor which opened into the circular stairs that lead to a big circular room with doors on three sides except the one where the stairs landed. The moment he stepped into the room, the French witch stepped forward and asked him in heavily accented English, "Boy, 'ave we been called up?"
Before he could answer, five headmasters and headmistresses along with Crouch, Snape, Moody and McGonagall entered the room with Dumbledore in lead. He walked towards Harry and grabbed his shoulders with both his hand.
"Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore asked in a calm but commanding voice. Unable to answer, Harry just violently shook his head in the universal sign of 'No'.
"Did you ask any older student for the help?" Harry repeated his action.
"He is definitely lying Dumbledore", The headmaster of Mahoutokoro shouted.
"He is not lying professor Kami, Goblet of Fire is a very powerful magical artifact, only a very strong 'Confundus Charm' would have work which is beyond the capability of any fourth-year student." Moody snarled in his characteristic manner.
"Looks like you are quite knowledgeable in this subject, Mad-eye." Karkaroff replied with a growl.
"It was my job to be familiar with Dar arts if you don't remember Igor." Moody replied acidly.
"What is happening?" the Japanese champion asked above all the commotion. His headmaster explained the situation to him in rapid-fire Japanese. His reaction could give a goldfish run for its money.
"But 'e iz juzt a leetle boy!" Fleur commented. The comment would have hurt Harry's pride but at the moment his mind was processing everything sluggishly.
Dumbledore turned towards the organizers, namely Crouch and Bagman, "what should we do, Barty?"
"The contract with the Goblet of Fire is legal and binding. There is no going back now. Unfortunately, the tournament will now have six champions instead of five."
Harry lost all the balance at that answer and stumbled towards the nearest chair and fell into it with a plop. The night was getting worse by the minute, Crouch's words just sealed his fate.
"We should have been told before coming here that we are allowed two champions. We would have brought higher number eligible students." Madame Maxime said to Bagman in an accusatory tone.
"I assure you Madame that this situation is exceptionally rare." Lugo Bagman replied, his cheery tone all but lost.
"I think we should send the students back to their rooms and discuss this in a more private setting." Madam Picquery suggested.
"I believe you are right Madam Picquery. All of you, go back to your sleeping quarters." As the champions started walking towards the staircase, he turned towards the remaining people assembled there. "We should go to my office and discuss this situation."
-X-X-
Harry walked back to the Gryffindor tower absentmindedly, the events of the night still playing on a loop in his head. The last thing he remembered doing with himself being in control was applauding Cedric Diggory for being the Hogwarts champion. The thought hasn't yet entered his mind that almost everyone in the school would stand against him. He gave the password to the Fat Lady without looking up from the floor.
The next moment, his vision was clouded wish bushy brown hair. Hermione had lunged towards him and embraced him in a tight hug the moment he entered the common room. She was whispering in his ear with her gentlest voice that she knew he didn't do anything and they will find a way to get him out of it.
"Hermione, there is no way out of it." Harry said, the only feeling his voice contained was the feeling of hopelessness. He had surrendered to his fate and knew that there was nothing they could do that will make it better. He broke the embrace to look Hermione in the eye, her eyes reflecting the hopelessness he felt but there was something more. There was a hint of desperation to help her best friend get out of this mess.
Before they could say anything more, the third wheel of the trio spoke. "Mate, you could have told me how you did it. I could have done it too but no, you had to hog all the attention for yourself."
Harry's pale face started to get a red colour, his expression changed to that of anger and betrayal. "I didn't do it Ron. I have no idea how it happened. It's just happened, ok." His pitch rising with every word he spoke. His anger was coming to the front of his mind, all the tension and worry about the tournament taking the backseat.
"Yeah, right. Anyway, congratulations mate." Ron replied acidly and walked towards the stairs of the dormitory without even looking towards his friend. Every Gryffindor member was watching this drama unfold in front of their eyes. Everyone was looking towards him like he was made of Hippogriff dung.
Harry just walked towards the couch in front of the fireplace and dropped on it. Hermione set close to where his head was and gently placed it on her lap. She started to slowly caress his hair, her fingers moving through his hair. Harry cooled down a bit.
"God, I wish my parents were here right now. They would have got me out of it." Harry whispered like he was talking to himself. His voice breaking at the end of that sentence. He closed his eyes and rolled to snuggle into Hermione's stomach. Hermione continued her ministrations, it had the effect of relaxing Harry enough for him to fall asleep.
"Why it always has to be Harry", she thought to herself. Her mind was in overdrive, trying to think of something which could be pursued to get Harry out of this stupid tournament. All her line of thoughts concluding in a dead-end. Around midnight, Harry stirred and woke up, he was still lying on the couch with his head in Hermione's lap. He moved away from her to sit on the couch and jerked her shoulder to wake her up. "Hermione, you need to go to bed, its already midnight." He said checking the clock present at the fireplace mantel.
Hermione woke up with a start and after wishing him good night, she left for her dormitory. She didn't want to leave Harry alone to his musing but relented when he pushed. Harry wasn't certain that he wanted to go his dorm, he had seen the expression on the faces of his housemates when he returned from the great hall.
He walked towards his bed with heavy steps, he pulled the curtains around his four-poster, cast privacy and notice-me-not charms and fell asleep.
-X-X-
"Albus, you can't be serious about it. He is a kid, not a lamb for a bait." Minerva spoke, her disbelief resonating in her voice.
"You have heard what Barty said, Minerva." Albus replied flatly, too engrossed in the memory playing in the pensieve.
"I hear what he said and frankly, I don't care. Please tell me the truth Albus, since when you started caring about the opinion of the ministry."
"I don't want to talk about it, Minerva. Alastor, please keep a close eye on Harry and please be discreet. I don't want him to become more afraid than he is right now."
"Aye, Albus." Moody replied and left Dumbledore's office with a curt nod towards the present occupants.
Dumbledore was lost in his thoughts, the only memory repeating in the pensieve was that of Harry's name shooting up and the parchment landing in his hand. He could not shake-off the feeling that something was amiss and something sinister was about to happen.
He was old, too old now to care about old age. He knew the world around him like the back of his hand. But now he was concerned that the grip he had on almost every major happening in his world was slowly slipping away. He felt like after a long life he was losing control over it. He had no clue to work on, to investigate the plot behind the sixth champion. He was called the most powerful wizard alive but at the moment, he felt utterly powerless to change anything. He had to know, wrong, he needed to know everything. That's what Dumbledore did all his life, that was his drive, insatiable thirst of knowledge, not the information available in the books but the knowledge of his surroundings, knowledge of the world in his times. There was only one option available to him right now, the tournament must continue.
-X-X-
The next week was the worst of Harry's stay in castle. Whenever he passed someone, he could hear them whisper, their snide remarks, the unveiled jibes. He could feel their constant stares on his back. He once again was the outcast for the normal society. The only silver lining in this ordeal was that he had someone he can trust and had their unconditional support.
The day after the announcement of the champions, Harry went to McGonagall to ask for her permission to use an empty classroom for practicing. Hermione had explained him this morning that he should start practicing spells to help him through the tournaments. Hermione had told him that she would help him throughout with learning and practicing.
"Professor, I wanted your permission for something."
"Yes Potter?" McGonagall was quite intrigued that he had asked for her help and she wasn't going to disappoint him.
"I wanted your permission to use an empty classroom."
"And may I ask, why you need an empty classroom?"
"Just to practice spells, I just want to be prepared for the tournament."
"You could use the gymnasium."
"There is a gymnasium in the castle?" Clearly surprised with this revelation.
"Of course, there is. Did you think that we are not concerned about your physical wellbeing?"
"Sorry professor but I was unaware about it."
"It's below the Quidditch pitch, entrance to the gymnasium is through the teachers' stand. Password for it is 'strength'. Just make sure you return before the curfew."
"Thanks, professor."
"And Potter!" She called as he was leaving her office, he turned to look at her.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"I appreciate your support professor." He left with a final smile. He needed to tell this piece of news to Hermione, as soon as possible.
After dinner that evening the duo went to the Quidditch pitch. As they were walking towards the pitch, both were going over the happenings of that day. They had initially thought that Ron would come around when his anger had subsided but as they sat for breakfast, the saw how Ron was trying to avoid them. Whenever they crossed each other during and after classes, he would just whip his eyes away and change the direction.
Ron's reaction last night had left Harry angry but that anger was nothing compared to what Harry was feeling after the continuous attempts by him throughout the day to avoid Harry and Hermione. Harry was positively enraged with Ron's behaviour.
As the duo reached the entered in the teachers' stand, they came across a plain black wooden door across from them. When they gave the password, it opened outwards, revealing a dark staircase going downwards. They moment they stepped on the first stair, the torches along the stairway flickered to life. When they got to the landing, Hermione estimated that are at the very least fifteen feet below the pitch, if number of stairs was any clue.
The gymnasium was approximately as big as the Quidditch pitch. It was divided into two sections, the first half was full with exercise equipment and contraptions. Harry's jaw dropped to the ground as he had never imagined that the gymnasium would be that well equipped. All the walls were covered with mirrors, giving it a more professional look. The mirror started to lose the reflection at the bottom, most probably due to age.
As they crossed the equipment area, they stepped into the workout area. It was too large with one side lined up with target dummies and contraptions to move them. On the other side was a duelling platform which, Harry remembered, was used during the duelling club in his second year. The walls here were covered with soft walls and cushions. There was a thick mat spread throughout the floor. Harry was astonished that he had been unaware of this place for more than three years, now he could not wait to use it.
The duo got into a fixed routine in the following weeks, they would wake up early and go for a run followed by half an hour of work out in the gym. They would return to the Gryffindor tower and after a shower they would leave for the great hall to get their breakfast. After their scheduled classes, they would grab an early dinner which would allow them four more than three free hours before curfew for their practice. They would go for a stroll around the lake for a few minutes of sit under an old oak tree, which was Hermione's favourite place to lounge on the Hogwarts ground. They would return to the common room and would work on their school work or assignments. Occasionally, Harry had the dreams that he was having at the Burrow, which left him soaked in cold sweat and a headache which lasted usually a whole day, now it was just an irritating occurrence.
It was November sixth, just after his transfiguration class was over, a second year Ravenclaw came running to him and shyly told him that he is expected in the classroom next to Flitwick's office in the Ravenclaw tower. Harry told Hermione that he would meet her in the great hall afterwards and went to the requested classroom.
When he reached the classroom, he was welcomed in by a very excited Ludo Bagman who was in wearing his ridiculous old team cloak of Wimbourne Wasps.
"Here is our youngest champion, now we can begin the wand weighing ceremony." He said to one in general while shaking his hand enthusiastically. Harry saw that all the champions were present in the room, sitting in chair along the right-side wall, everyone nervous as in uncertain what to expect from the ceremony. As Harry joined the other champions, he sat in the chair next to the Ilvermorny champion.
"We aren't formally introduced, Zoe Walker." The champion chimed and offered her hand. Her voice was sweet and had warmth, her eyes dark brown and deep, mesmerizing. She was a few inches taller than he was, her short burgundy hairs nicely framing her oval shaped face.
"Err, no, I'm Harry Potter." Harry answered with a bit hesitation, unsure of what the person is thinking about him or how she will be judging him.
"Nice to meet you champ. I am a bit intrigued about your selection."
"Believe me, me too." Harry replied flatly, still unable to get a read on this Zoe person.
Their conversation was interrupted by the door opening, the five headmasters entered the room followed by Ollivander.
"Good morning champions, As everyone is present so let's began the Wand Weighing Ceremony. The ceremony is to make sure that your wands are fully functional, they will be the most important tools in the tasks to come." Dumbledore announced as he took the centre of the assembly, Ollivander standing close by.
"Let's begin with Miss Delacour."
Fleur stepped forward, drew the wand from her uniform and handed it to the wandmaker for inspection. He held the wand between his fingers, twirled it between his fingers, knocked on it twice.
"Rose wood, nine and a half inches, slightly springy, excellent condition. What is the core Miss?" Ollivader asked in his characteristically creepy manner, returning the wand back to the witch.
"Veela hair, from my grandmozzer." Fleur replied with a bit of irritation.
"Now Mr. Krum, please step forward." Dumbledore called in his grandfatherly voice. He stepped forward and drew his wand from his right sleeve and handed it to the wandmaker.
"Hornbeam, ten and a quarte inches, dragon heartstring core, quite rigid. A fine creation of Gregorovitch, if I am not mistaken." Krum just nodded in response, took his wand back and sat back in his previous chair.
"Mr. Ohara, your wand please." Dumbledore asked the Japanese champion to handover the wand for inspection. He drew a curled and twisted wand from the holster hanging at his left hip and handed it to Ollivander.
"Akamatsu wood, ten inches, Kappa heartstring, brittle. Quite fascinating, haven't seen a wand with this wood in years." Ollivander said, handing back the wand to the wielder.
"Miss Walker, your turn." Zoe stepped forward and drew out her wand from the inside of her uniform blazer.
"Hmm, Cherry, Wampus tail hair, nice and a quarter inches, supple." He handed back the wand to Zoe.
"Mr. Diggory, step forward."
"Ashwood, twelve and a quarter inches, unicorn hair, solid." He inspected the wand and returned it the next moment.
Now it was Harry's turn. Before he was called, he drew out the wand and tried to clean it with the inside of his school robes.
"Ah, Mister Potter, it seems like just yesterday when you came to get your wand. May I?" Ollivander asked with an outstretched palm. Harry handed his wand to the old wandmaker.
"Holly, eleven inches, phoenix feather, pliant. It's in good condition but wand polish may remove the scratches on the surface." Harry nodded, a bit embarrassed by the suggestion.
"That concludes the ceremony but I would request the champions to stay back for a few minutes for a few group photographs. Daily prophet has requested interviews with the champions, they have promised that it won't be a trouble." Dumbledore said in his grandfatherly tone, his eyes twinkling.
As the headmasters and Mr. Bagman stepped out of the room, a blonde woman in painfully bright green dress robes with red horn-rimmed glasses entered the room followed by a photographer in baggy clothes.
"My name is Rita Skeeter and I work for Daily Prophet, of course you all already know that. My readers want to know the real stories of the champions and their lives and I'm here to grant their wish. But first take a few photographs." It took fifteen minutes for the photography session to finish, it felt like all the permutations and combinations were used to take photographs. Harry was moved around the room like a test subject.
"So let's begin with the interviews already. Whom should we start with?" She said, looking over every champion while taping her chin with her finger with a sickening pink nail polish.
"This one would work." She held Harry's hand and dragged him to the small office behind the teacher's desk. The office just had one window, teacher's chair with its back towards the window. A table present in the middle of the small office and two chair placed on the other side of the table. Harry was pushed in one of the chairs and the next chair was occupied by the reporter who turned both the chairs with the flick of her wand so that they faced each other. She opened her purse and an acid green quill came out of it followed by a parchment pad.
"So, tell me Harry, how does it feel to be the youngest champion at the age of thirteen…."
"Fourteen."
"Participating in a tournament where all your opponents are not only older than you but way beyond your level of magical education." The green quill moving frantically over the parchment, making a scratching noise.
"Err, Ah…. To be frank, I haven't thought about it yet."
"What do you think, how your parents would have felt, proud or concerned that their son is a part of this tournament?"
"I have no idea, I haven't met my parents in a long time." Harry answered sarcastically, he was getting irritated with this reporter.
"Was it the trauma of your childhood that made you enter the tournament, to get the attention you didn't have growing up?"
"Can't you see the pain of my past in my eyes." Harry rose from his chair and left the room, slamming the door shut in his wake.
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