Harry's POV.
After my discussion with Barty, I headed down to the great hall. I was sipping my black coffee, waiting for dinner to wrap up so that the Goblet can choose the competitors. Suddenly the food disappears and Dumbledore stands.
"Now that we have all been watered and fed, it is time for the Drawing of the Champions," He says, waving his wand so that the lights dim a little.
The Goblet of Fire stands in the center of the platform that the teachers are on. It's red flames flicker a little before changing to blue, it spits out the first competitor. Dumbledore takes the paper and reads it off.
"The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum!" He shouts the Durmstrang boys cheer and pat Victor on the shoulder, congratulating him.
The room goes silent as the flame changes from red to blue, again. Bumbledore grabs the paper and reads it out loud.
"The Beauxbatons champion is Fleur Delacour," He shouts out. The girls politely clap, cheering on their representative.
As the flames change, for the third time, the room falls silent. Dumbles goes to grab the paper and reads it for all of us to hear.
"And finally, the Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!" Dumbeldore shouts, excitedly.
"We have our champions!!" Dumbledore shouts, getting ready to meet the three in the room he asked them to walk to, after their name was called, the Goblet Flames turn Blue, for the fourth and final time.
Dumbledore grabs the paper and reads it a little quieter than the other three names. He then looks up and shouts out, "Harry Potter!"
The hall is silent, I grudgingly get up from my seat, and head over to the room with the other champions are waiting.
"Is there something wrong?" Fleur asks, confused as to why a 14-year-old is walking into the room.
"My name came out of the goblet," I whispered, pretending to be in shock.
Everyone looks at me in shock, then it turns into anger, as Dumbledore walks into the room, calmly.
"Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" He asks, vocally calm, but his eyes giving him away.
"No," I tell him.
"He's obviously lying," Madame Maxine states like it is obvious.
"I swear on my life, on my magic, that I did not enter my name into the goblet, nor did I ask anyone to do it for me," I vow, then cast a Lumos spell, to show that I still had my magic.
That vow shut everyone up. Then McGonagall speaks up, "Does he have to compete?" she asks, worried for my well-being.
"The Goblet is binding, if he wants to keep his magic, he will have to compete," Barty Snr. replies to her.
Everyone in the room falls silent, realizing the cold hard truth, I have to compete and I might die.
"Well, everyone go get some rest, the first task is next week," Dumbledore tells us.
I head to Fred's and George's room. I have been spending my nights in there, it's easier since they don't mind me only getting three hours of sleep, before being up again.
I was in the process of changing my shirt when the duo walks in.
"Harry!" Fred shouts.
"What happened..." George asks.
"To your back?" Fred finishes.
I turn around, forgetting about the scars on my stomach, from the acid, and knife wounds.
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Harry Potter's Ghoul Inheritance
Fanfiction(Disclaimer, do not own Harry Potter, or Tokyo Ghoul. Tokyo Ghoul characters will NOT be in this story, just their facts of the ghoul creature.) After finding out Sirius was innocent in his third year, he also learns that Dumbledore was the one who...
