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...
"How is it?" Asked Draco with an eager expression.
Harry looked across the table into Draco's dark grey eyes. He had never noticed the black flecks in them before. "Amazing," he replied with a smile.
Harry had always hated his glasses, especially while playing quidditch. They made him vulnerable to bludgers.
Now that vulnerability was gone.
"I think he's ready to face the hidebehind," Blaise smirked. "Harry Potter is going to be Hogwart's champion."
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Hours later Harry was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace in the main Slytherin common room. The task was less than two hours away now, and the anxiety had set in. He was still determined to win, but the haunting figure of the hidebehind was constantly flashing through his mind.
He would have to face the hideous beast soon.
Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm his thoughts. It took several more deep breaths before he felt the tension leaving his body.
He would win this. He wouldn't let them witness him fail.
"Hey Harry," Blaise said gently. He held out his uniform to him. "It's time to get ready for the task."
Harry sighed deeply and nodded. "Okay."
He took the uniform from Blaise and went into the bathroom to change. He slowly pulled on the uniform and maintained a controlled breathing pattern. He needed to stay calm now more than ever.
After strapping the holster to his arm, he looked at his reflection in the bathroom's full length mirror. He stood tall and set his shoulders. Without his glasses, he looked every inch the Potter heir. He looked strong and confident. He looked like someone who was ready to fight.
He felt ready.
Harry left the bathroom to find the Slytherins waiting for him. Somehow, they had all changed into black robes while he was away. His mood improved slightly when he realized they were also wearing purple scarves with a single black raven stitched into the fabric. They were representing him tonight.
He smirked, "I'm ready."
The path to the forbidden forest was lit by hundreds of torches. They lined the path and indicated which way they were supposed to go.
Students were already making their way to the arena, and many of them turned to stare at Harry as they went. Many of them were carrying black and yellow signs that said "Cedric Diggory."
He ignored them and kept his face blank as he led the way. He looked straight ahead and focused on the task at hand.
Soon enough they reached the forest and the stars disappeared behind a thick canopy of trees. The torches created shadows that danced eerily across the tree trunks
