AN: Hi This is my first Fanfiction after being nagged by my best mate to try one. I'm new to all this so try and be nice with the whole reviews thing. Let me know if i messed up with the spelling and well Enjoy.

"Italic" Thoughts or parseltongue

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"Harry potter!" Called Dumbledore in shock as he stared at the parchment that just came from the goblet.

Harry stared in shock as the rest of the great hall begun to whisper while slightly glaring at him.

"How did my name come out?" He thought. Dumbledore himself looked a bit shocked before speaking again.

"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

"Go harry" Whispered Hermione as Ron merely glared at him. Sighing he begun to shuffle while mumbling to himself.

"Every…Fucking year" He growled. Nodding to Dumbledore he walked past him to the other room, while thinking of a solution.

"Magical contracts if it's a binding one like the goblet is to be believed then even if I hadn't placed my name their myself… I'll have no choice but to do the damn thing" Blinking back he realised that he never even heard of magical contracts until now.

"How did I know that?" Before he could wonder anymore, he was interrupted by the blond veela French champion Fleur Delacour.

What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?"

"Nope" Harry answered shrugging his shoulders.

There was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Harry by the arm and led him forward.

"Extraordinary!" he muttered, squeezing Harry's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary!

"May I introduce - incredible though it may seem - the fourth Triwizard champion?"

Viktor Krum straightened up. His surly face darkened as he surveyed Harry. Cedric looked nonplussed. He looked from Bagman to Harry and back again as though sure he must have misheard what Bagman had said. Fleur Delacour, however, tossed her hair, smiling, and said, "Oh, vairy funny joke, Meester Bagman."

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, bewildered. "No, no, not at all! Harry's name just came out of the Goblet of Fire!"

"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to Bagman. "E cannot compete. 'E is too young."

"Well. . . it is amazing," said Bagman, rubbing his smooth chin and smiling down at Harry. "But, as you know, the age restriction was only imposed this year as an extra safety measure. And as his name's come out of the goblet.. . I mean, I don't think there can be any ducking out at this stage. . . . It's down in the rules, you're obliged. . .

Harry will just have to do the best he -"

The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape. Harry heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Professor McGonagall closed the door.

"Madame Maxime!" said Fleur at once, striding over to her headmistress. "Zey are saying zat zis leetle boy is to compete also!"

Harry stared at her in shock before snarling at the insult.

"Little boy? I have you know woman that I have encountered more shit than I'd presume you could comprehend in that tiny little pretty skull of yours that you call a brain" Fleur looked insulted at this.

"To me you are a leetle boy… A tiny baby who will fail in zis tournament as will zey rest of you engleesh pigs"

"Oh an insult from a half breed, How amusing" Drawled Harry. Dumbledore looked shocked at the fact his favourite student called someone a half breed. Snape looked impressed, while McGonagall looked murderous.

"MR POTTER! Fifty points from Gryffindor for derogatory insults to our guests" Harry merely ignored her turning back to bagman. Madame Maxime ignoring the insults to her pupil turned back to Dumbledore.

What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" she said imperiously. "I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff. "Two Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed two champions - or have I not read the rules carefully enough?"

C'est impossible," said Madame Maxime, Placing her handupon Fleur's shoulder. "Ogwarts cannot 'ave two champions. It is most injust."

"We were under the impression that your Age Line would keep out younger contestants, Dumbledore," said Karkaroff his eyes turning cold. "Otherwise, we would, of course, have brought along a wider selection of candidates from our own schools."

"It's no one's fault but Potter's, Karkaroff," said Snape softly. His black eyes were alight with malice. "Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules. He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here"

"Here we go, here's good old Snivellus here to dish out more insults even though I've never done anything to you" Spat Harry. Outward the green eyed teen looked angry while inside he was confused.

"Where the hell am I getting all these insults from?"

Meanwhile Snape looked murderous. Dumbledore raised his hand to silence the greasy professor. Staring calmly at Harry.

"Did you place your name in the cup harry?"

"No"

"Did you ask anyone to do it for you?" Asked Dumbledore.

"No I did not and I would be happy to prove it with either a magical oath or the truth serum" Stated Harry calmly. Dumbledore nodded, before looking at the others.

"I believe young Harry here."

"Ah, but of course 'e is lying!" cried Madame Maxime.

"You don't even know me bitch" Spat Harry.

"How dare you!" Screamed the half giant woman.

"NO! How dare you accuse me of doing something as pathetic as lying"

"Mr Potter do you want a detention?" Barked McGonagall. Harry once more calmly ignored her as he begun to walk from the room.

"Where are you going?" Asked Bagman.

"I'd assume that the first task will be in November as they usually are" Said harry calmly.

"The twenty-fourth" Answered Bagman.

"Thank you… Good night to everyone who believed me and well to the others who don't, well go fuck yourself" Leaving a gobsmacked group behind.

"Why am I acting like this…? Something must be wrong" He thought ignoring the sharp pains from his head. Approaching the portrait of the fat lady which seemed to have company. Harry was about to say the password but was cut off.

"Well, well, well," said the Fat Lady, "Violet's just told me everything. Who's just been chosen as school champion, then?"

"Balderdash," said Harry dully.

"It most certainly isn't!" said the other person in the portrait indignantly.

"No, no, Vi, it's the password," said the Fat Lady soothingly, and she swung forward on her hinges to let Harry into the common room. The blast of noise that met Harry's ears when the portrait opened almost knocked him backward. Next thing he knew, he was being wrenched inside the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands, and was facing the whole of Gryffindor House, all of whom were screaming, applauding, and whistling.

"You should've told us you'd entered!" bellowed Fred; he looked half annoyed, half deeply impressed.

"How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" roared George.

"I didn't," Harry said. "I don't know how -"

But Angelina had now swooped down upon him; "Oh if it couldn't be me, at least it's a Gryffindor -"

"You'll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie Bell. Having enough with this Harry shouted.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!"

"Harry come now you don't expect us to believe you" Said George.

"One answer to that second year" Everyone stopped celebrating at that.

"You didn't believe me then and I eventually forgave you but if you keep insisting once more that I've done something which I hadn't then I won't do so again" Explained Harry pushing past them to go upstairs, To rest and maybe figure out why he kept saying things which he wouldn't normally do. Seeing Ron sitting on his bed glaring slightly at Harry, He knew he had to tell Ron now before the jealous red head could begin.

Listen," said Harry, "I didn't put my name in that goblet. Someone else must've done it."

Ron raised his eyebrows.

"What would they do that for?"

"I dunno," said Harry. He felt it would sound very melodramatic to say, "To kill me."

Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.

"It's okay, you know, you can tell me the truth," he said. "If you don't want everyone else to know, fine, but I don't know why you're bothering to lie, you didn't get into trouble for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Lady's, that Violet, she's already told us all Dumbledore's letting you enter. A thousand Galleons prize money, eh? And you don't have to do end-of-year tests either. . ."

"I didn't put my name in that goblet!" said Harry, starting to feel angry.

"Yeah, okay," said Ron, in a skeptical tone. "Only you said this morning you'd have done it last night, and no one would've seen you.. . . I'm not stupid, you know."

"You're doing a really good impression of it," Harry snapped.

"Yeah?" said Ron with pure malice in his tone.

"You want to get to bed, Harry. I expect you'll need to be up early tomorrow for a photo-call or something."

"No fucking way am I leaving it like that" Growling at his red headed friend he grabbed him pulling him up.

"Listen Weasley I've had a rough day… And I do not need your fucking jealousy right now, Want me to make an oath or take the damn Veritaserum which is truth serum if your tiny brain didn't remember then fine I will! But let me tell you this now, if you fucking decide to allow that jealousy to take over right now, I promise you… No I swear to you that I will not forgive you!" Spat Harry his green eyes flashing dangerously causing Ron to gulp but the idiot boy wasn't in the house of lions for nothing.

"Piss off Potter"

With a swing of unknown strength Harry crushed Ron's nose with his fist causing the red headed moron to fall back. Getting back up shaking Ron stared in shock at Harry.

"You hit me" He stated.

"I did" Harry nodded.

"Why?"

"Because you're being a prick" Answered Harry. Looking at his now former best friend with loathing Ron left the dorms, leaving harry to his thoughts.