"You know how people always say that your dreams will come true if you work hard enough? Harry was starting to believe all of it was a lie.
It was Harry’s fourth year at Hogwarts; the Triwizard tournament had been announced and everyone was excited about the prospect of seeing brave students fight fearful enemies and trials, all for the sake of good...fun? Harry didn’t quite know but, regardless of the fact that the Weasley twins were overly interested in being chosen by the Goblet of Fire, he was not. It wasn’t really that new to him, the idea of fighting your worst fears, he would have a lot of time for that later with the whole Voldemort problem and all.
Now imagine his surprise when he heard his name being called by Dumbledore and everyone’s gasps and grunts of both surprise and annoyance. He had been chosen to participate in the tournament, a fourth competitor, and he wasn’t old enough either.
“How did you do it?”
“Wow Harry, so cool!”
“You could’ve told us how to do it.”
Harry wasn’t interested in that gibberish at all, what he really wanted to know was how his name ended up in the Goblet.
“Sacred Potter, always the centre of attention; couldn’t live without being a celebrity this year either could you? He didn’t even need to turn his head to see the person whose words belonged to, it was Malfoy. He turned to look at him anyway.
“Malfoy, couldn’t live without being an idiot, could you?” A little smile made way to his lips as his counter-insult seemed to have caused some effect in the silver haired boy.
“No more than you needing attention. “ Draco glared at Harry so profoundly that the later could swear he felt that look in the back of his head.
“Sorry, but all I want right now is peace and quietness, and that includes not having you make my day worse than it already is” He turned his head to the table again, looking softly at Ron and Hermione that were, without a doubt, feeling pity for him already.
“Glad to know I make your day worse.” And with that he left leaving a tired and surprised Harry all the while.
“Will that ferret never leave you alone!” whispered Ron, aware that the other boy could still hear him if he spoke any louder.
“I think it’s deeper than that, he has a reason for all this, a reason stronger than hate or jealously...I just still haven’t figured out what it is.” Hermione spoke like a true know it all, what in the end was true, she usually did know it all."
Now imagine his surprise when he heard his name being called by Dumbledore and everyone’s gasps and grunts of both surprise and annoyance. He had been chosen to participate in the tournament, a fourth competitor, and he wasn’t old enough either.
“How did you do it?”
“Wow Harry, so cool!”
“You could’ve told us how to do it.”
Harry wasn’t interested in that gibberish at all, what he really wanted to know was how his name ended up in the Goblet.
“Sacred Potter, always the centre of attention; couldn’t live without being a celebrity this year either could you? He didn’t even need to turn his head to see the person whose words belonged to, it was Malfoy. He turned to look at him anyway.
“Malfoy, couldn’t live without being an idiot, could you?” A little smile made way to his lips as his counter-insult seemed to have caused some effect in the silver haired boy.
“No more than you needing attention. “ Draco glared at Harry so profoundly that the later could swear he felt that look in the back of his head.
“Sorry, but all I want right now is peace and quietness, and that includes not having you make my day worse than it already is” He turned his head to the table again, looking softly at Ron and Hermione that were, without a doubt, feeling pity for him already.
“Glad to know I make your day worse.” And with that he left leaving a tired and surprised Harry all the while.
“Will that ferret never leave you alone!” whispered Ron, aware that the other boy could still hear him if he spoke any louder.
“I think it’s deeper than that, he has a reason for all this, a reason stronger than hate or jealously...I just still haven’t figured out what it is.” Hermione spoke like a true know it all, what in the end was true, she usually did know it all."
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