Why not join the dark?

The 4th champion

Harry walked down into the chamber, watching as the metal gates opened by themselves to allow him entry to the room full of sparkling gold and silver trophies.

The other Champions all moved over to the fireplace, watching as he walked down the steps, towards them.

"Vat iz eet? Do zey vant us back up zere?" Fleur asked him, as he reached them.

Harry looked at the three older wizards/witch, scratching his head awkwardly.

"Uh, not exactly..." he looked around at the room, seeing all the awards.

"Someone placed my name into the goblet." He held up the parchment, showing them the name on one side.

"Vot? How do we know it vos not you?" Victor asked, while all three gave him suspicious looks. Harry sighed and dug around in his pockets, sighing when he felt the piece that he had made some notes on earlier that day. He held the two parchments up, side by side, for the others to see. They all leaned in to compare that handwriting.

"My handwriting is horrible. I think Professor Snape actually calls it, 'Chicken Scratch', when he marks my potions essays."

The three nodded and stepped back slightly, allowing him to put the notes back into his pocket, looking down thoughtfully at the name on the charred parchment.

"Well, it definitely isn't your handwriting. Though I doubt the teachers will be able to track who did it." Cedric spoke, looking at the other two and getting nods that they believed the same.

They heard the sudden sound of arguing and looked up at the stairway, Harry walking closer out of curiosity.

He watched as the teachers, lead by Professor Dumbledore, descended the passage quickly.

As soon as he realised that they were heading straight for him, he began to reverse. "Harry Potter!" One of the ministry men called. But Dumbledore reached him first, out shooting the other man with his own, "Harry. Harry."

"Did you put your name in the goblet of fire?" He asked as he placed his hands on both of Harry's shoulders, pushing him backwards into some trophies.

"No sir!" Harry answered him, eyes wide.

"You ask one of the older students to do it for you?" Dumbledore tried, instead, with Harry shaking his head fiercely.

"No sir." The other champions stepped forward slightly, in concern for the younger boy, when they saw how he was being man-handled by the adults.

"You're absolutely sure!" "Yes sir." Harry answered, looking into Dumbledore's searching, worried eyes.

"Vell, ov courze 'ee iz lyin-g." Madam Maxime demanded, as she hit a chandelier out of her way.

The ministry works and Snape stood over by the other champions, while the headteachers convened on Harry.

"The goblet of fire is and extremely powerful magical object! Only an exceptionally powerful confounded charm, could have hood-winked it!" Alastor told the room at large, reducing some of the heat being sent at Harry. "Magic way beyond the talents, of a 4th year!"

That started Moody and Karkaroff off arguing with each other, the history between them, fuelling their contempt for one another.

"It doesn't help Alastor!" Dumbledore walked between them, breaking them apart.

"We'll leave this to you, Barty." The teachers all moved over to one side following the official.

McGonogall smiled reassuringly at Harry, gesturing for him to go over and stand with the other Champions.