I Tricked the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 16

The next day came quickly for Harry, he had awoken peacefully on his bed, thankful that the sounds of Ron's roar-like snore didn't hinder his sleep. He stretched his arms and smiled as the sun's rays hit his skin, as if lady magic herself was making the day bright, happy for what was about to come. 

He dressed quickly and headed for the great hall. As he was walking, he heard an old deep voice from behind him. 

'Ah, hello Harry.' 

Harry turned and silently groaned, right behind him was Albus fucking Dumbledore, wearing a nasty purple robe with stars on it. Harry had to ask how the hell did the old git get such a horrid fashion sense, not even an eighty year old muggle would fall for that, she'd have to be blind to even fall in love with that monstrosity. 

He placed on a false smile, though he wouldn't call it a smile, more like a sneer mixed with one. 'Good morning professor, how is your morning?' 

'Quite fine, Harry, quite fine,' he said, chuckling. 'And how about you?' 

Harry flashed a sly smirk at the headmaster, remembering the memories of the previous night. 'Quite exciting if you ask me, I had a very good dream.' 

'Oh? Care to share with me, my boy?' 

'Well, just a small dream about my future...' 

'And what's that?' inquired Dumbledore further. 

'Just me and Daphne, living a life of eternal bliss, with my new friends by my side- I call them the new marauders.' 

'And is Mr. Weasley part of this?' 

'Oh Merlin No!' exclaimed Harry. 'Merlin only knows how he'll react to seeing Slytherin's in the group.' 

Dumbledore secretly scowled. He promised Ronald that he would make him friends with Harry again but the his bias for Slytherin's is so obvious, he wears it like a damn badge of honor. He would be talking with Ronald again but he was a bit satisfied, he knew that Mad-eye moody placed the Potter boy's name in the goblet, it's only a matter of time before he falls back into his grasp. 

They soon arrived at the great hall in silence, and Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. 'I had a good talk today, Harry, unlike our-er- last conversation.' 

'Thank you sir, I shall see you during the selection of champions?' said Harry with a smile. 

'Of course Harry, I hope you enjoy your day.' said Dumbledore. 'And do try to restart your friendship with Mr. Weasley.' 

And with that, Dumbledore went towards the head table. Harry sneered at the walking figure of Dumbledore. He wanted to roll his eyes but he heard a light silvery voice behind him- he knew it was Daphne- the man always found his way with adjectives. 

'Now, now, Harry,' said Daphne as she appeared beside him. 'We shouldn't roll our eyes, it isn't nice.' 

'Oh come on Queenie!' he groaned. 'Just this once, you know who it was aimed for.' 

'No, Harry, you're being to obvious,' she said. 'Now come on, let's go eat a nice breakfast, the rest are waiting for us and so is Viktor.' 

Harry pouted as he nodded and extended his arm to Daphne. She happily obliged and held his arm as she placed her head on his shoulder. As they were walking towards the Slytherin table, they immediately laughed at was what was happening, Draco Malfoy was literally leaning towards Viktor, trying to talk to him. 

'Is it true that you can do a Marksov flip? I can't even do that, could you teach me?' they heard Malfoy say. Viktor's looked at he two and his eyes looked as if they were begging them to save him. Harry chuckled as he nodded and looked at Daphne, she pouted but obliged.