Double Trouble - HP

⚜Beyond The Mask⚜

"-Now, Hogwarts proudly presents you...the winner of the Triwizard Championship -Harry Potter!"

Deafening roars and clapping overtook the whole quidditch pitch as the raven haired boy stood on the stage, beside the other judges and champions. 

"Not only is Hogwarts proud to declare Harry as a Hogwarts champion but, Harry is also the  youngest champion ever to win the Triwizard championship." Dumbledore continued on, further boosting up the cheers.  

The Hogwarts band had begun to play, the cheers of congratulations and excitement were at their full, all around Harry, happy smiling faces were present....yet Harry's mind was not focused on the present but the event that had occurred just a few minutes ago...

He still couldn't believe, whatever was happening around him...or whatever had happened around him...to be exact...

"Congratulations, Harry!" Cedric's happy smiling face greeted Harry as soon as Dumbledore's 'long' speech had ended.

"Congrazts, Monsieur Potter!" Fleur too followed after Diggory, her face still radiant and glowing. 

"....Well done...Harry Potter..." and although Viktor Krum's greeting was not as happy as the others, Harry was honestly surprised, the other boy even acknowledged him. 

But what troubled Harry the most was, "You guys are okay?"

Confusion flashed through all three faces. "Why do you ask zhat, Monsieur Potter?"

Realizing that his question was coherent, Harry asked once again, "I mean, you guys...are not angry?"

Looking at their suddenly blank faces, Harry continued on flustered, "I mean, you guys are far more talented and experienced then me....and I-I merely won through luck...I-I had honestly imagined one of the three of you winning and I feel really bad-"

But Harry was cut off by Viktor's heavy voice, "There is no such thing as 'luck' on the battlefield, Potter." Harry was about to refute once again when Krum cut him off again, his voice more stern and serious than before, "In the battlefield, you either survive using skills or through talent."

"Yes, but-" Harry tried again.   

"Monsieur Krum iz right, Monsieur Potter-" Fleur cut in calmly.

"No, you guys are not understanding-" Harry tried again frantically.

"Oh really? And what are we not understanding, Potter?" Viktor's voice sounded mocking. 

"Look, I am just saying -you guys are much more experienced then me-" Harry began soothingly.

"Exactly Potter! Don't you get it? Despite being much more experienced and skilled than you -well I don't know about those two but I surely am- you won!"

"What do you mean by zhat Monsieur Krum?! Are you criticizing our skillz when you, yourzelf have lost zhe championship...much less to an underclass man?" Fleur Delacour's charming mock was not so well received by the already annoyed Viktor Krum.

"Well, at least I had the efficiency to not arrive last!" Viktor's voice was heavier than before, his German accent more clearer now.

Fleur's face burned red with embarrassment and anger, "Monsieur Krum iz crossing a line, he shouldn't!"

"Oh really?" Krum's smirk widening. "Does Ms. Delacou,r think she can threaten me?" 

"...Well, zhe definitely can!" and with that began the dueling between the two Triwizard Champions.

....And the quidditch pitch was thrown into chaos once again.

Some were rooting for the fight, some criticizing the fighting champions, some making fun of them, some defending their champions, some trying to calm down the fight, some trying to...well elevate the fight....but all over....Harry had made sure the chaos would be long lasting and exciting....just as he had been asked to do.