You're Mine, Forever and Always
Prologue:
A Nightmare Come True
Harry potter is a fourteen year old wizard with a very complicated life. His parents were murder by the darkest of wizards, Lord Voldemort, his only living relatives were muggles who hated his very existence, and one of his teachers at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry despised him. His bitter rival since first year also gave him more problems that he really didn't need.
Draco Malfoy with his sleek pale blonde hair and his misted silver eyes always found it amusing to torment the dark haired, green eyed teen. And just when Harry thought his life couldn't get any worse it was announced that the Triwizard tournament would be taking place at Hogwarts that year.
At first, Harry thought it would be an awesome thing to see not wanting to enter himself. He figured there was enough of a spotlight on him already and didn't need it getting brighter, especially when it had started to finally dull a little. Plus Harry had risked his life enough times to satisfy even the most daring of dare devils.
So Harry sat with the rest of the school and its visiting school members from other countries, all waiting with bated breath for when the goblet of fire finally chose the competitors. Finally it happened, bright red flames shot up, high out of the goblet and the fist competitor was chosen; Viktor Krum from Durmstrang. The second competitor came next; Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons academy. And last but certainly not least, the Hogwarts champion; Cedric Diggory.
The whole school was cheering before Dumbledore called for quiet as he started to make a speech. In the middle of his words though, the goblet's flames turned red hot again and shot out another name, Harry's name. The entire school went silent, all eyes on Harry who went pale white in horror.
Dumbledore beckoned Harry forward but he couldn't move. Finally Hermione had to push Harry to his feet. The dark haired teen stumbled to Dumbledore who pointed to the door the other champions went through. Harry, heart racing in panic, went through it and heard loud shouts of outrage the minute the door closed behind him, the sound like a death sentence.