Flaming Truths [#3]

Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven: The Boy Who Hates Me

I still could not believe what I had heard last night at the feast. Harry Potter was the fourth Triwizard Tournament champion. 'Harry Potter' was called...and he didn't even put his name in the Goblet. The look on Harry's poor face was utter shock. He wasn't even of age. This wasn't even possible. The Slytherin's surely were furious...I think Draco was on a rage over it too. Listening to them was awful last night in the common room. "Blasted Potter! A Champion? Please."

"Saint Potter, what a disgrace to this school," someone sneered.

"Bloody Potter rigged the Goblet!" They went on and on all night about it. They were absolutely sure he either rigged it, or Dumbledore somehow slide him in. I mean did they even see his face? He was more shocked than anyone in the room. The fear in Dumbledore's eyes as he read the paper...there was no way he would ever put Harry up to that. Despite my grades not being the best, even I could figure out that Harry had nothing to do with this. My question though was, who would do this too him? I couldn't take their complaining and accusations last night, so I left them to rant and unfortunately this morning I woke up to more ranting.

           

So I actually left early for breakfast. I didn't want to deal with them at the moment. People in Slytherin were starting to recognize I was friendly with Harry Potter. They were looking at me as if I had some sort of 'inside information'. Did they not understand that no one had any clue as to what was going on? It was annoying the hell out of me. I passed Aaron Phoenix. in the hallway on the way to the Great Hall. He looked actually pretty calm for not being selected. I would have expected to see him upset since he wasn't chosen as a champion. Maybe he realized that after last night...he was lucky to not be mixed up in whatever was going on. I walked faster down the hallway because I didn't want any Slytherin's to catch up to me.

"Harry!" I called when I saw him. Harry looked up at me flustered. He looked like he was already in a really bad mood. Maybe I should warn him. Harry slowed his pace but didn't look like he wanted to stop and talk to me. It was understandable I suppose. "Before you run off, I just want to warn you...some of the Slytherin's are little mad over last night." I explained slowly. He didn't need any of their annoyance today. Hopefully he would stay away from Draco's crowd.

"Oh are they?" Harry responded in a snappy tone. Wow, attitude much... I paused from a moment before saying anything. He was already mad so I had to be understanding, but that was hard for me.

"Figured I would warn you," I replied. "They're accusing you and Dumbledore of being up to some-"

"And you believe them, right?" he snapped once more. I'm not sure how much longer I could keep up a friendly tone with him.

"Why would you think that? Obviously I was just trying to warn you. Draco was saying-" I began to reply back.

"All Slytherin's are the same. Draco sending you to threaten me is he?" he interrupted. I couldn't believe his attitude right now. Not all Slytherin's were the same. I thought he realized that a long time ago. I guess not. My face darkened.