Forced into a tournament he wanted no part of, and scorned by his friends, Harry Potter decides he doesn't have time for their games. When an unknown figure begins offering help and protection, Harry starts to question everything he knows about Hogw...
"Mr. Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight, A triwizard champion."
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Harry struggled to keep his feet moving as he made his way back to Gryffindor Tower. He felt numb, not even fear tickled at the back of his mind. He was completely numb. Empty.
"Alright Potter?"
Harry turned to his left to see Draco and Blaise Zabini leaning against the stone wall outside of the Great Hall. Draco's expression was mildly curious, while Blaise simply crossed his arms over his chest.
"Fine," was all Harry could get out before he continued his walk to the tower. He didn't even have the heart to question why Draco Malfoy of all people was suddenly showing an interest in his well being.
It took nearly three times longer than usual, but eventually he stepped through the threshold of his dorm room. He ignored the looks Ron sent him as he changed clothing and climbed into his bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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The next morning Harry sat as far away from the rest of Gryffindor House as he possibly could. He couldn't stand the constant whispering and glares they sent him when they thought he wasn't paying attention.
He picked at his food, unable to eat more than half of what was on his plate. Eventually he gave up on eating and cradled a warm cup of coffee in his hands. He savored the warmth as it ran down his throat and settled in his stomach.
He let out a sigh after a long while and decided he didn't care anymore. Why was this any different than second year? They hated him then and they hated him now. Things would never change. They only liked him when he was earning house points or catching the golden snitch during the Gryffindor quidditch matches.
Harry didn't need them. He certainly wasn't going to waste time on people who turned their backs on him at nearly every opportunity. He would figure it out on his own, he decided. He would study and do everything within his power to complete the tasks. He didn't have time for the drama, not when his life was at risk.
Harry took another sip of his coffee, but nearly dropped the cup when a raven almost landed on his half empty plate. The rather intelligent looking bird stole a piece of bacon before spreading its wings and flying from the Great Hall.
