Who Put Harry's Name In The Goblet Of Fire の小説・ストーリー

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

The torches dimmed, their flames curling inward like they were afraid. And then, silence. Not empty silence. Anticipation. A ripple passed through the chamber, and from the darkness at the end, a figure came in. Harry. His silver eyes shone, not with amusement this time, but with fury. He looked at the circle,at the shattered vial, at the fading glow of the runes. And, slowly, his eyes landed on me. “You broke it,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You dared.” I didn’t move. “I’m not yours.”

It made my blood boil. Harry hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. He had just wanted to teach that insufferable little brat in his class a lesson. It wasn’t his fault the boy was such a delicate little flower, wilting at the slightest touch. Harry had only meant to scare him, just a little. A harmless prank that had gotten... blown out of proportion. I had fought tooth and nail to bury that stain. I had exhausted favors, called in debts, and paid handsomely to ensure Harry’s record remained clean. And now? Some fool thought they were being clever by bringing it all up again.

"Never mind, it must have slipped my mind. That’s the only explanation, since this matter is known only to Yolanda and me. But when did I tell you? Was it when I was drunk?" "Yeah, I think so," I replied, diving into my acting role. "Wow, I really need to cut back on the drinking. My behavior gets worse. Luckily, I told you and not some stranger, or they would have been terrified." "So?" "So? Oh, right, you were asking if I was desperate, right?" Harry tried to recall the moment. "Actually, I was quite desperate at the time. After your family wiped out mine, I barely escaped. I fled to an unfamiliar place, not knowing if I would run into more enemies or stronger foes. Life was tough, I had t

"We Fey, hate that." "You shouldn't have told me that." I grinned. "Bad move, Harry Potter." "I don't understand that reference." He frowned. "The scar." I waved a hand at his face. "Did someone try to cast a killing curse on you but it didn't work because your mother loved you soooo much?" "That's rather—" Tiernan blinked and looked away. "Do not call me that again." "Fine." I gave a great sigh, "Legolas it is. It's more fun to say than Harry Potter anyway."

"Just updating Selene on her *responsibilities*," Harry emphasizes the word. "I will take my leave. Oh, and Selene," Harry turns to the female. "Be ready for the coronation on Friday." Selene is seething. How could the sweet, gentle Harry be so conniving? Had she been blind to his manipulations? She curls her fist around the cup. She lifts the drink to her lips, enjoying the colors sparkle as they touch her lips. A sweet, burning taste flows down her throat. Soon, the drink takes effect, numbing her complicated feelings.

We both walked to them to give the names. “Stella.” I said my name and a blondie noted it down on the paper. “Who's your partner?” When I was about to say ‘Rory’, an arrogant voice interrupted. “Harry.” We looked at Harry who stood beside me. “Your partner name is Harry?” The volunteer asked. “No. No. Its...” “What a stupid question. Of course I’m her partner and my name is Harry.” Rory looked at us confused. Rory and Harry was giving eachother angry looks.

Though I insisted that written upon Harry’s headstone, it should read, Harry Bastain Ashworth Dalgaard. Why my name? When Lilly and I mated, she said that it would be only fitting for Harry also to have my surname. Hers would have to be the predominant name as Harry would one day be King. Harry asked if Bastain could be his middle name. Goddess, he was so adorable when he asked that. I remember lifting him and throwing him in the air and hearing his baby laughter. My heart burst with love for that little boy that day. I had never known love like it before.

I start babbling. "What the hell is wrong with Ron? He wouldn't even listen?! Yeah, like Harry wanted to throw his name in the goblet of fire!" I start sarcastically. "I can't believe Ron got mad and didn't even wanna hear Harry out and instead believed what other people said! Like Ron? Fix yourself! You're supposed to be his best friend? Like..okay lets just say Harry did find a way to put his name into the goblet what does Ron want? Does he want to participate? Is that what this is all about?He wants to die? Go ahead Ron, put in your name and let Voldemort kill your ass! Or was it because Harry didn't tell him he found a way to put his name in it? That Harry kept it from him and Ron felt b

His voice was gentle but the words he chose to spill were rough and painful. "I'm sorry for that. I didn't know you guys would be so worried." I said truthfully. Harry was the only one I met for the first time in my life and he was, apparently, younger than me..Younger than all of us. He was Merlin Shaw's step son who joined the hunter's team after forcefully making her stel father see his ability. It took Merlin a lot of mental strength to let Harry be in the team. He adored his step son a lot and to him Harry was one in millions, he could not just let his son be in any form of danger.