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Harry knew he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire. He told the truth and yet no one believed him. Even Ron didn't believed him. Harry was lying awake in his dorm room. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't help and replay everything that just happened. Harry tossed and turned, trying to calmed his mind, but he couldn't. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and put on his glasses. Without a second thought, Harry took his invisibility cloak too. He put the cloak over himself and went to the Gryffindor Common Room. He sat in front of the fireplace and stared at the flames. He couldn't helped and remembered everything that had happened to him.
"Ron, I didn't put my name in that goblet," Harry pleaded.
It was the next day after Harry's name was put in the goblet. He wanted to tell Ron, again that he didn't put his name in that goblet. At first Harry thought that it was just a little misunderstanding since everything happened so fast, but now Ron didn't even want to see him anymore.
Ron scoffed. "Shut up, I know you're lying!"
"How can I be lying?!" Harry demanded. "You and Hermione were with me the whole entire time!"
"You probably snuck out when we were asleep!"
"Ron, we're both light sleepers!"
Harry shook his head. Ever since what happened with the incident with Sirius with a knife in the dorm room, Ron became a very light sleeper. Of course Harry was too since he was used to waking up whenever his aunt and uncle needed him to do chores, even if it was in the middle of the night.
"Ron," Harry begged. "Think about it. Every year something bad always happens. The stone, the chamber, Pettigrew, and now this! Who else would want me dead, Ron?! Voldemort!"
Ron flinched and rolled his eyes. "Stop using You-Know-Who as an excuse, Harry!"
"I'm not!"
"You just wanted more fame and fortune!"
Harry gnashed his teeth. "Ron, you know I hate my fame. You've known me since our first year. It should be common knowledge by now!"
Harry just stared at him. He didn't know why was Ron not believing him. It was like as if he was...jealous...of his...fame...Why? Why would he be jealous of something Harry couldn't control. Harry never asked to be famous in the first place. The only reason he survived was because of his parents. Yes, it was mostly his mother, but his father did tried to face Voldemort first. Of course Harry didn't know the full details, but that was the only thing he knew and Harry wanted to honor his parents' sacrifice by living. Not being endangered every year. Why would Ron want something like that? In fact, Harry wouldn't mind switching roles with Ron. He would switch roles in a heartbeat to have a family and siblings than being in a death tournament.
"I don't want to deal with you anymore!" Ron snapped.
Harry touched his friend's shoulder. "Ron-"
Suddenly Harry found himself being blasted against the walls of the common room. His eyes widened with shock as he saw Ron was pointing his wand at him. Harry tried to say something, but he couldn't. Never in his life he would see Ron attacking him
"That's Weasley to you, Potter," Ron snarled. "Snape was right. You're nothing, but selfish and arrogant."
As Harry got back into reality, tears were forming in his eyes. He blinked a few times. Trying to forget what happened, but he couldn't. When Ron left, Harry just wanted to scream and cry. His best friend, who he told all of his problems that no one shouldn't had gone through, wanted his life and carry the burden. Why would someone want that? Why would someone wanted to go through pain like he did?
Then Harry felt his cloak peeling off of him. Gasping, Harry turned and saw Hermione. Harry opened his mouth, but stopped. He didn't know what to say. All he could do was open and close his mouth a couple of times. The only thing he could think of was why she was doing up in this time of hour.
"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked.
Harry tried to give her one of his smiles, but that quickly died and it was replaced with sadness. He just shook his head as tears rolled down his cheeks. Without a word, Hermione sat next to him, and pulled him into a hug. Harry hugged back as he clung onto her. Harry didn't know why Hermione was here. He thought he was being quiet enough. Guessed he wasn't.
"H-Hermione...d-do you b-believe m-me?" Harry questioned.
"Of course I do," Hermione answered. "Harry, I'm not an idiot. I know you wouldn't do something like that." Hermione pulled away."We'll figure something out, Harry. I know we will."
Harry frowned. "H-How?"
"Every rule has a loophole, Harry," Hermione smiled confidently. "There has to be a rule of something happening like this. Since the Triwizard Tournament has many causalities, there has to be a rule if someone placed an unwilling champion's name into the goblet."
The more Harry thought about it, he knew Hermione had a point. With so many deaths surrounding the Triwizard Tournament, there has to be an incident where someone was put into the tournament unwillingly. However, despite that, Harry knew there was one other option...or consequence if he refused to be a part of the Triwizard Tournament
He looses his magic.
Harry never knew it was possible, but this was the wizarding world. Anything was possible. Harry knew that loosing someone's magic was like death to magical folks. However, he lived as a muggle for the first eleven years of his life and when he came back to the Dursley's. He saw nothing different.
Don't get him wrong. Harry loved magic. He loved it ever since Hagrid told him he was a wizard and Hogwarts became his home, but right now...Hogwarts, magic, and the wizarding world overstayed their welcome. Harry remembered before he knew of his magical heritage, he couldn't wait until he was old enough to apply for a job so he could save enough money, escape the Dursleys, live the life he wanted, and explored what he missed out. Now he was in a magical school and being forced into a death tournament...Harry was now realizing how much of a death trap Hogwarts was to him.
If Harry did chose a life as a muggle...how would that work out? He didn't went to primary school since he was eleven and he was sure he was behind on his education. The only thing he knew was to cook and clean. How would that help him? The only thing he did when he was back into the muggle world was to go back to the Dursleys, do chores, stay in his room, and sometimes go out and buy food for them when they told him to.
"What if...I had to choose the latter?" Harry asked.
Hermione put a hand on his shoulder. "That will be our last resort. We have a month before the first task. We'll figure this out, Harry."
Harry nodded. "Okay."
Then Hermione pulled him into another hug. As Harry hugged back, he couldn't help and be happy that someone actually believed him. Ever since what happened with Ron, Harry thought Hermione wouldn't believe him too, but instead she does believe him. Hermione actually believes him!
"Hermione," Harry spoke up."
"Hm?" Hermione hummed.
"Thank you."
