Boy-Who-Broke

Harry stands up which causes the surrounding students to quiet, he looks down at Ron who's silently seething after shouting at Harry.

Harry "I didn't put my fucking name in the Goblet you bloody idiot!" His words echo throughout the hall causing some of the more sensitive ones to gasp at his language.

Harry continues, "THIS HAPPENS EVERY BLOODY YEAR! Every year I've almost been killed, eaten alive, had my soul sucked out and now to top it all off, BE PLACED IN A DEADLY TOURNAMENT! And what have you done Ron? What did you do that you felt that you deserved glory? You dropped a club on a troll? You drove a car into a tree? YOUR BLOODY RAT KILLED MY PARENTS YOU C-"

He's interrupted when Dumbledore shouts, "Mister Potter! Please make your way to the chamber!"

Harry wipes the moisture from his eyes and glares back at Dumbledore, "Didn't you hear me? I didn't put my name in the Goblet! Sir while I respect you and what you've done in the past, ever since I've known you, you have completely and utterly failed me, as a teacher and as my magical guardian!"

Dumbledore's brows furrow, he didn't need his dirty laundry to be announced to the whole school, "Harry, make your way to the chamber. We will discuss your issues there." he states with an air of finality.

Hearing the tone of Dumbledore Harry stops momentarily, he glances around all the gossiping students, waiting for the next bit of juicy information the Boy-Who-Lived was about to reveal. Anger, he felt angry at these people. They wouldn't understand what he'd been through and why would they? Most were bigoted racists while the rest were untrustworthy rumour mongers. He sighs and his anger allows his trembling to cease momentarily as he starts walking towards the chamber.

Dumbledore leans in as he walks past and comments. "I don't know what's brought this on my boy, but I assure you I will assist you in any way possible." he says, providing some much needed relief to Harry.

Once Harry disappears into the chamber the gossiping starts at full force, most of it is directed at Ron Weasley who sits there looking absolutely furious. His best friend had just ranted and insulted him in front of the entire school he had always wanted to be the centre of attention but not like this! He shrinks into himself while not even considering what Harry had just said, instead thinking up ways to get his brothers to prank Harry until he publicly apologised.

Hermione who had witnessed all of this was trying her best not to cry, Harry had just been entered into a deadly tournament, and not only that he'd thoroughly broken off his relationship with Ron. Something was seriously wrong with this and she knew it, Harry was never someone who'd do something that drastic as was usually content to sit in whatever horrible situation he'd landed in. She'd need to talk to him as soon as possible to prevent anything else from happening.

Another person who was incredibly surprised by this was Reima, he hadn't expected Harry to have changed so much from the loss of Sirius that he'd do something like that. While yes he found it amusing and internally praised the boy for finally standing up for himself, he also didn't know how this would effect the future...

Ciri had just entered the chamber and walks towards Fleur and Victor who were looking around the large dusty room in a bored manner. "Hello." she greets them.

Fleur looks at her and recognises her as the woman who was hanging around her crush, she stifled whatever jealousy she was feeling and smiled at her. "He-llo What iz your name?" she asks, trying to mimic the English greeting.

Krum ends up answering for her, "Ciri Rivia, It is my pleasure to see you." he tries to kiss her hand but she pulls away this time, trying to show her stance on him clearly.

Ciri nods and begins to try and make small talk, "So, why did you both compete?" she asks.

Victor "It is expected ov me." he says simply.

Fleur "I wish to improve myzelf and show that I am not just a pretty face." she says with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

The trio don't get to talk for long when the chamber doors open revealing a boy they all now know as Harry Potter. He walks in with a down trodden posture and expression. He glances up and doesn't seem to even notice Ciri. Behind him Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxine, Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch and a few other Hogwarts staff erupt into the room. Dumbledore rapidly approaches Harry and leans down to look into his eye, "Harry, I need to know truthfully. Did you put your name into the Goblet?" he asks with a grandfatherly voice.

Harry "I already told you, I did NOT put my name into the Goblet!"

Karkaroff "Poppycock! Albus it's obvious that he put his name in, that's the only option aside from you conspiring to give your school an advantage in the competition!"

Dumbledore "Why would I enter a fourteen yearold if I wished to achieve that?" he asks coldly.

Karkaroff "He's the boy who lived! He must have been training under you for years!" he shouts accusingly.

Harry scoffs, "What? I'm average in my year! How could you come up with that!?"