Chapter 2: The Start of a journey

The words of Barty Crouch Senior reverberated in my mind.

"The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract!"

"Mr. Potter, and Mr. Halfhwit, As of tonight, are Triwizard Champions."

Potter and I didn't speak a word. It was likely Potter's schemes which had gotten my name in the cup. Dumbledore was outraged. The headmasters of the other schools only made it worse.

The next day I felt something I had never before. Undivided attention.

It was one thing for people to point and laugh at me for being a rag-doll against a eater in Crouch Junior, but it was an entirely different thing to see glances and whispers everywhere as I passed.

Worse yet, was that the tournament would be starting soon. Which meant I had to begin preparing for the events to come. I had no idea what they would be. But it wouldn't matter. I could do amazing things when cornered. If anyone had to worry, it was Cedric Diggory. In fact, I had no worries at all. Zero.