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“He cheated, he must have!”
“Yeah, kick him out!”
“Boo, liar! Cheater!”
Harry was in tears, his name had just been called from the Goblet, Dumbledore wanted him to get up, but he was glued to the seat. “I don’t want to do this.” He finally whispered. “Please, just take me out.”
The booing and jeering continued, but right as it was about to take a turn for the worse, the Goblit erupted in blue flames. “My judgement is questioned?” It boomed, stunning the crowd to silence. “Harry Potter is worthy, and I will show you why he is the best (well, and only) option from the school of Merryweather.”
The fire enveloped everyone, and the next thing anyone knew, they were in a crib, watching Voldemort kill his family. The cackle, and calls for mercy. Then, after that fresh horror, they were in a cupboard, watching, as a small Harry sobbed. He couldn’t be older then three
“BOY!” A mean voice screamed. “You burnt our dinner!”
The door slammed open, revealing a fat, purple faced man. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Harry whimpered. “Please, I won’t do it again!”
“You’re right it won’t!” The man growled, grabbing the young boy. The hall could only watch in horror as the toddler was beaten bruised and bloody, before being thrown back into the small cupboard. “No food for a week!”
No one made a sound, as tears of embarrassment streamed from Harry’s eyes. But this memory didn’t stop there. It then showed a young Harry with tears streaking his face, making his hands glow, and trace them up and down his arms. The cuts and worst of the bruising was healed as his hands passed them, and the young boy sighed in relief.
The young child stared in fear and wonder at his hands as they slowly stopped glowing. “Woah.” The boy whispered, then the memory changed.
Memories of Harry being abused, before and after using accidental magic were shown, amazing and horrifying the crowd. Then it changed from healing, to escaping. Harry apparating to the top of the school to escape his cousin. Harry turning invisible and blending into the wall. His cousin was frozen mid-attack. His uncle seemed to forget why he was beating Harry. Over and over, hundreds of thousands of memories of Harry using more magic then should have been possible were shown, all because he was being hurt.
Then Hogwarts finally began. They were transferred to his first Quidditch game, as the broom bucked and tried to kick him off, but Harry held on, determined. Everyone watching could sense the determination radiating off of the boy, never letting go of the stick. The detention in the Forbidden Forest showed Harry dealing with the shadowy figure, draining the poor, innocent unicorn, before the centaurs saved him. It showed the mirror, but not its contents, just Dumbledore explaining, and Harry’s word that he saw his parents. Lastly, it showed going through the third floor corridor, watching Ron nearly die, Hermione expressing her faith in him, and the battle with Quirrel. Everyone screamed when Voldemort was revealed, and sobbed when Harry committed his first murder at the tender age of eleven.
Summer before his second year was next, showing his bravery when chasing down the house elf, only for it to get him in trouble, dropping the dessert and getting him beaten and locked in his room, with only a can of cold soup every few days. The Goblet showed his rescue, and his trip to the Burrow, away from his blood relatives. It showed Harry hearing the voices in the walls, the horrid Halloween, and his fear, but courage despite it. It allowed the others to understand Harry as he yelled at the snake during the dueling club to stop, don’t hurt the boy. Shame washed over the students as they watched Harry deal with the crippling loneliness and bullying that year. When the bludger hit his arm, the students turned green as Lockhart tried to help. It showed his grief as Hermione was petrified, his and Ron’s travels into the Forbidden Forest and being attacked, and it showed him trying to get the teachers. But the students then watched it all go wrong.
The descent to the Chamber of Secrets was terrifying, but they kept watching as Lockhart tried to attack Harry and Ron. They watched the cave in, and watched as Harry continued onward, alone. They stared in horror as Tom Riddle revealed everything, and called the Basilisk. Everyone screamed when the sixty plus foot snake came out, hunting Harry down as the tiny twelve year old ran, before the Hat and Fawkes came to help. Harry took the Hat, found the sword, and killed the gigantic beast, but was bit in the process. The students watched, as Fawkes cried on the boy, healing him, and then Harry taking the fang that had stabbed him and used it to kill the diary. The Goblet showed Harry saving Ginny, and then him freeing the same house elf that tried to kill him.
Then, the next summer started. Harry was hurt, as usual, but it all got worse when Marge showed up. It showed the foul woman calling his parents names, before Harry used accidental magic to blow her into a balloon. It showed him running away, and his fear when the Minister showed up. The man was a stranger, who had just inserted himself without explaining. The third year was a lot shorter for the students, with the only memories being Harry near the dementors, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione the night Buckbeak was supposed to be killed. Hogwarts and her guests watched as Sirius Black explained everything and gave proof, before everything went to crap. They watched the three students, Sirius, and Snape, the latter which was petrified, get attacked by a rabid werewolf, and then it cut to Harry, performing the strongest patronus they had ever seen, at age thirteen.
The final event, the Quidditch World Cup, wasn’t as surprising. They were all annoyed at Crouch dismissing them all, and his elf, so flippantly, but most important of all, the Goblet showed the whole day and night you could enter in the Tournament. Harry never was seen in the Goblet’s memory. The visions ended, and the Goblet’s fire retreated.
“Now who dismissed my judgment?” It cried, but no one dared respond. “Then Harry Potter is deemed champion, though unwilling, so mote it be.” The Goblet went dark.
Harry was hyperventilating, he couldn’t do this, stay here, so he stood up and ran, ran far away from the cursed Goblet, far away from the useless staff, the wretched students, his loving friends. He ran, and ran, and didn’t stop until he was certain no one could find him.