Voldemort's Mistake

May the games be in your favor.

I was sitting at my chair at the head table picking at my food. Not really feeling hungry. Though the minister gave a glare and I took a bite, and swallowed. When it was time for the champions, I watched the anxious faces.

For Drumstring  it was Viktor Krum. For Bauxabarton's it was Fleur Delacour. For Hogwarts it was Cedric Diggory. We went to get dessert but two papers popped out. 

"Harry Potter! Brandon Riddle!" Dumbledore yelled.

My face went extremely pale and I was shaking and snapping my band quickly while muttering statements of don't want to be here and leave me alone. Dumbledore looked back to me and his eyes soften a little. 

A hand was put on my shoulder and I flinched  and whimper covering my head. I felt something hit me and it all went black. I woke up on a infirmary bed. The Minister sat in the chair beside my bed. 

"Brandon I'm afraid you have to participate or you would lose your magic. Did you enter your name at all?" He asked softly.

"N-no. I-I D-d-don't w-want t-t-to f-fight f-for l-life. I-if I w-wanted t-to die I-I would've d-done I-it a-already." I stuttered tears falling from my eyes. 

My shirt was off and Madam Promfry was checking the stitches and closing it up. The Golden trio walked in and froze starring at my bare upper half. 

"Okay Brandon be easy on it for a couple days. I closed it but just in case I'm asking that you be careful. The minister would give you your nutrient potions and your calming drought. Try meditating, it would probably help with your flashbacks." She said.

"Thank you Madam Promfry. I appreciate your kindness." I said softly and quietly. I slowly stood up and put on my dress shirt and tuck it in. I walked holding my side past the trio. I went to the library and started reading advanced Charms and spells. I was practicing them also. I wrote down things so I can give them to the professor.

"Riddle!" I heard Ron called strutting up to the table with the other two.

I looked up and started to snap my band. "You tried to kill yourself to get out of the tournament? How pathetic." Ron stated. 

"Tell me Ronald how much death have you seen. Were you tortured and raped? Were you experimented on. You don't know a single thing about me. Just by the fact you called me Pathetic shows how stupid you are. If Hermione doesn't help you with your work you would fail. You eat about as much as my snow leopard, and you don't know how to hold your tongue when you clearly don't have anything substantial. You are just a wizard who would fail at getting anything good in life and clueless to the ways on muggle workings and knowledge." I stated softly with a croak.

"So if your not hear to actually get better in life then I suggest you leave so I can go back to my schooling." I said. Madam Prince stood behind me glaring at the trio and pointed out. They huff and Ron's face was dark red. 

"Thank you Madam Prince. Is there anymore advance books on spells. I just finished this one." I asked softly. 

"Yes dear I'll go find it and some others that will help you too." she said. 

"Thank you, I appreciate your help." I said. 

She got me the books and gave them to me. I was finishing my third large tome of defense spells, charms and transfiguration when the Minister came in. He sat down in front of me. He handed me my potions and I drank them down. He looks at the tomes I have beside me. 

"How's it going so far?" He asked. 

"The golden trio as they call it interrupted at the beginning saying I tried to kill myself to get out of the tournament, as to the reason I was in the Infirmary. I then told them off and Madam Prince kicked them out and found me more advanced tomes for me to study." I said. 

He nodded and left me to work. I went to my private quarters and fell to uneasy sleep. I woke up two hours later screaming.