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chapter twenty-five - what the actual fuck is happening???

"Harry Potter!"

There was no applause. A buzzing, as though of angry bees, was starting to fill the Hall some students were standing up to get a better look at Harry as he sat, frozen, in his seat. Yn along with her friends was also staring at Harry. He looked stunned. Afraid. Mortified, even. 

Up at the top table, Professor McGonagall had got to her feet and swept past Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff to whisper urgently to Professor Dumbledore, who bent his ear toward her, frowning slightly.

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione; beyond them, he saw the long Gryffindor table all watching him, openmouthed.

"I didn't put my name in," Harry said blankly. "You know I didn't. "

Both of them stared just as blankly back.

He then looked at Yn, George, Fred, Lee, and Danny. Yn tried to say something to make him feel better, but nothing came out. Yn could practically feel Fred and George's blood boiling from right next to her. They obviously don't believe him.

At the top table, Professor Dumbledore had straightened up, nodding to Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he called again. "Harry! Up here, if you please!"

"Go on," Hermione whispered, giving Harry a slight push.

Harry got to his feet, trod on the hem of his robes, and stumbled slightly. He set off up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. Yn put her fist to her mouth, insanely worried about what was going to happen to Harry. He's only fourteen! Yn thought. 

When Harry finally reached the top table, Dumbledore said something to Harry that Yn couldn't hear, but if she were to guess he wasn't congratulating him.   

When Harry disappeared, along with Dumbledore, and the other Professores the students all decided to go to their respected sleeping quarters. 

"Y'know, I thought I was mad at him but come to think of it, I'm quite impressed," Fred said helping Yn from her seat. "I mean, he didn't even get a beard! How did he do it?" Ron scoffed and Yn rolled her eyes. "I know what you're thinking Ronald ." Said Yn sneering at him. "You think that Harry wanted to put his name in, and you think that he figured it out and didn't tell you for whatever reason AND you also think that being mad at him is going to make things better. Am I right?" He scoffed again "yeah you are actually." He said with his head down. "But - what else am I supposed to think? He clearly found a way to put his name in and didn't want to tell any of us about any of it. He wants more attention. Can't you see? It's crystal clear!" 

They were on the moving (marble) stairs and Yn was trying to focus on the steps (because she didn't want to fall in again) but Ron was being so stupid that she completely forgot what she was doing to argue with him (foreshadowing be like).

"Are you kidding me? Why the hell would Harry want more attention? That's so, and do NOT get offended when I say this but, stupid! Just because you're pressed or - or jealous of him does not mean you get to think that way. Not at all. And Hermione! Why aren't you at all defending Harry. You out of all people should know that he, in fact, did not put his name into that fucking goblet." Yn's cheeks were now red because of how worked up she was getting. 

Hermione was getting ready to answer when Yn fell through a stair and was (luckily) caught by Fred at the last second. "For fuck's sake," said Yn, still holding onto Fred. Again, Hermione was about to talk but Yn held up her index finger "No. I'm way beyond pissed at you two, so shut up and don't say another word to me until I'm not mad anymore."