(Y/N)'s POV

Chills invaded their way down my spine, I felt entirely numb, "This can't be real" I thought, but all that came out of my mouth was a series of stutters and "No's." Dumbledore took a breath and said the names again.

"Harry Potter and (Y/N) (L/N)!" yep, that was undoubtedly, mine and Harry's names. Hermione tried to push us forward, but I was rooted, I turned my eyes to her, "But I didn't-" she just pushed me, "Go" she added quietly.

And so, in a sort of trance of disbelief, me and Harry looked at each other and then slowly made our way across the hall, which was slowly falling out of the shocked silence we were still in, there were cries of "Cheaters" and "They're not even 17!" 

What worried me the most was Dumbledore's eyes, they looked like they was piercing straight through me. As we got to him, he tore the parchment, and handed each of us our respective names. 

And for the third time, I read my name on the paper, hoping there was some mistake, but there wasn't. "That's not my handwriting" I said simply. Looking at the piece of parchment, but even still, he beckoned me forward.

As me and Harry slowly made our way down to the Champions quarters, he seemed to snap out of it. "This can't be right, there's been some mistake, how can we both be chosen" I just shook my head. I could barely form a coherent thought let alone a theory.

Looking over the parchment for what seemed like the thousandth time, noticing that unlike the others, the one we were handed was exceptionally charred and burned. I turned it over in my hands, examining it under new light, hoping that it was a bad prank or something.

Then a thought probed my head "Both? so does that mean he-" I took a breath and prepared for the worst "Harry, please tell me you didn't-" he immediately shook his head. "You?" I shook my head.

Then I saw them, the three real champions, lying in wait to receive praise and instruction, Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, and Fleur Delacour were grouped around the fire. They looked strangely impressive, silhouetted against the flames. 

Krum, hunched-up and brooding, was leaning against the mantelpiece, slightly apart from the other two. Cedric was standing with his hands behind his back, staring into the fire. Fleur Delacour looked around when we walked in and threw back her sheet of long, silvery hair. 

"What is it?" she said. "Do zey want us back in ze Hall?" "Not quite" I managed to say grimly, holding up the burnt parchment, all three of them looked dumbfounded, even the usually stoic Cedric. 

"But evidently zair 'as been a mistake," she said contemptuously to the others. " 'E cannot compete. 'E is too young." She said, pointing at Harry, "So are you" said Cedric, "And besides it's the tri- wizard tournament, there can't be any more champions" I would have agreed with him, but a rushing of feet behind me diverted my attention.

The door behind them opened again, and a large group of people came in: Professor Dumbledore, followed closely by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape.

We heard the buzzing of the hundreds of students on the other side of the wall, before Professor McGonagall closed the door as she stepped in. Behind them, I heard the "CLANK" of Moody following.

"Madame Maxime!" said Fleur at once, striding over to her headmistress. "Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!" Now normally, I would find that funny, right now, I couldn't agree more, we were both out of our depth here. Krum slowly went over to Karkaroff.

"An' this one, he is young too" Krum pointed to me. "What is ze meaning of zis, Dumbly-dorr?" Maxime said imperiously. "I'd rather like to know that myself, Dumbledore," said Professor Karkaroff. 

He was wearing a steely smile, and his blue eyes were like chips of ice. "Three Hogwarts champions? I don't remember anyone telling me the host school is allowed more champions — or have I not read the rules carefully enough?" He gave a short and nasty laugh. 

"Tell that to the Goblet" I managed weakly. Dumbledore strode forward, ignoring their babbling, first he questioned Harry, "Did you put your name in that goblet Harry?" Harry shook his head, "Did you get one of the older students to do it for you?" again, Harry denied. 

Dumbledore seemed to accept this, he rounded on me, his voice rising a bit higher. "What about you (Y/N)? Did you?" I denied it, but he pressed on, "Did you use Legilimency?" I denied, "Of course not." 

The others were seeming to get frustrated "He is lying!" shouted Karkaroff, "Did you enter your name!" Dumbledore stressed, nearly shouting "How was I meant to do that when you put a barrier up to stop anyone from trying" I said in my defence, "I couldn't even if I wanted to!"

"How do we know you are telling the truth? You do have a... history" Snape argued, "I hear rumours you had a part in an attempt to fool the age line. A test run, perhaps?" he raised an eyebrow, I looked over to Harry who was shocked into silence.

"That was just a joke Professor, honestly" I looked to Snape which sparked an idea, something Mum mentioned using on me whenever I was in trouble for something "Use Veritaserum, I can prove I'm not lying!" he shook his head.

"Occlumency would leave such a test...unreliable" I groaned in frustration and desperately looked at Dumbledore "Professor I didn't do this..." He nodded and I could tell by the look in his eyes he believed me.

"Ah, but of course 'e is lying!" cried Madame Maxime. Snape was now shaking his head, his lip curling. "He could not have crossed the Age Line," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "I am sure we are all agreed on that" 

"Dumbly-dorr must 'ave made a mistake wiz ze line," said Madame Maxime, shrugging. "It is possible, of course," said Dumbledore politely "Dumbledore, you know perfectly well you did not make a mistake!" said Professor McGonagall angrily. 

"Really, what nonsense! Neither could have crossed the line himself, and as Professor Dumbledore believes that they did not persuade an older student to do it for them, I'm sure that should be good enough for everybody else!" She shot a very angry look at Professor Snape.

That's when Moody came to our aid, "The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object, only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it, it's beyond a fourth year, even this bigmouth"

As Moody looked me up and down like I was about into burst into flame the headmasters squabbled a bit more, eventually Dumbledore made his mind up, "We will leave this to you Barty"

They all turned to Barty Crouch "The goblet has chosen their names" he said, more like he was thinking to himself "Yeah, that neither of us entered!" he looked at me sadly, "I'm afraid, the contract is binding." 

"Well unbind it then!" I argued. "It cannot be done, the goblet itself holds very powerful magic to stop such a thing." "No! He just said you could hoodwink it. Do that! Or disqualify us or something!" I shouted, looking at them all pleadingly.

"The rules are absolute" "Tell the cup that, because it seems to have a big flaw in the rules" he spoke past me, staring off vacantly "As of tonight, these two boys, are Tri-wizard Champions" and for the second time in twenty minutes, I felt like my heart might stop.

"How this situation arose, we do not know," said Dumbledore, speaking to everyone gathered in the room. "It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Cedric, (Y/N) and Harry have been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, therefore, they will do. . . ." 

"Ah, but Dumbly-dorr —" "My dear Madame Maxime, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it." Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime did not speak, she merely glared. She wasn't the only one either. 

Snape looked furious; Karkaroff livid; Bagman, however, looked rather excited. "Well, shall we crack on, then?" he said, rubbing his hands together and smiling around the room. "Got to give our champions their instructions, haven't we? Barty, want to do the honours?"

Mr. Crouch nodded "Yes," he said, "instructions. Yes . . . the first task . . ." He moved forward "The first task is designed to test your daring," he told us, "so we are not going to be telling you what it is. Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard . . . very important. . . . "

"The first task will take place on November the twenty-fourth, in front of the other students and the panel of judges. "The champions are not permitted to ask for or accept help of any kind from their teachers to complete the tasks in the tournament."

"The champions will face the first challenge armed only with their wands. They will receive information about the second task when the first is over. Owing to the demanding and time-consuming nature of the tournament, the champions are exempted from end-of-year tests." "Silver lining, I suppose," I mumbled.

Mr. Crouch turned to look at Dumbledore. "I think that's all, is it, Albus?" "I think so," said Dumbledore, who was looking at Mr. Crouch with mild concern. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay at Hogwarts tonight, Barty?" 

"No, Dumbledore, I must get back to the Ministry," said Mr. Crouch. "It is a very busy, very difficult time at the moment. . . . I've left young Weatherby in charge. . . . Very enthusiastic . . . a little overenthusiastic, if truth be told. . . ." "Weasley" I corrected; he gave me an odd look. "You'll come and have a drink before you go, at least?" said Dumbledore.

"Come on, Barty, I'm staying!" said Bagman brightly. "It's all happening at Hogwarts now, you know, much more exciting here than at the office!" "I think not, Ludo," said Crouch with a touch of his old impatience. 

"Professor Karkaroff — Madame Maxime — a nightcap?" said Dumbledore. But Madame Maxime had already put her arm around Fleur's shoulders and was leading her swiftly out of the room. Harry could hear them both talking very fast in French as they went off into the Great Hall. Karkaroff beckoned to Krum, and they, too, exited, though in silence.

"Harry, (Y/N), Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed," said Dumbledore, smiling at us. "I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise." 

Harry glanced at me and Cedric, who nodded, and we left together. "Well, that was a nice surprise" I said as we walked through the now deserted halls. Eventually, Cedric broke the silence. 

"So . . . tell me . . ." he said as we reached the entrance hall "How did you get your names in?" "I didn't," said Harry "Neither did I" I shrugged, "I thought Harry did at first" Harry nodded his head, "I thought you did" Cedric looked unconvinced. 

"I didn't put it in. I was telling the truth." "Ah . . . okay," said Cedric. We could both tell Cedric didn't believe us. "Well . . . see you, then." He trotted up to the Hufflepuff common room. "Nice bloke" I commented.

As we entered the portrait hole I said "Harry, how is it that whenever something mental happens to you I get dragged in with you?" He shrugged, then I had a realisation, "Ahhh, Damn!" I said in frustration, "I forgot to kill Bagman!" for the first time since our names were called, I saw him crack a smile.

Harry's POV

As soon as we entered the common room Fred and George strode up to (Y/N). "You should've told us you'd entered!" bellowed Fred; he looked half annoyed; half deeply impressed. "How did you do it without getting a beard? Brilliant!" roared George.

"I didn't, neither did he" (Y/N) said plainly, I tried to slowly just make my way to bed but Angelina had now swooped down upon me; "Oh if it couldn't be me, at least it's two Gryffindors" she said cheerfully, rubbing my head "You'll be able to pay back Diggory for that last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie Bell.

After a while I got sick of people constantly asking me questions, the twitch in (Y/N)'s eyebrow was a clear sign he felt the same, it took a while but he finally caved "I'm tired!" he bellowed finally, after nearly half an hour. 

"No, seriously, George I'm going to bed-" I followed along, but I wanted more than anything to find Ron and Hermione but neither of them seemed to be in the common room. (Y/N) barged through the crowd of people. Insisting that he needed to sleep.

In the hubbub he ended up almost flattening the little Creevey brothers as they attempted to stop him at the foot of the stairs. To my great relief, we found Ron was lying on his bed in the otherwise empty dormitory, still fully dressed.

"Vultures" commented (Y/N) as we stepped in the room, "Where've you been?" I asked Ron. "Oh hello," said Ron. He was grinning, but it seemed a little forced. "So," he said, "Congratulations." "What d'you mean, congratulations?" staring at Ron, there was something wrong with the way Ron was smiling: It was more like a grimace.

"Well . . . no one else got across the Age Line but you two," said Ron. "Not even Fred and George. What did you use — the Invisibility Cloak?" "Why didn't I think of that!" said (Y/N) clearly sarcastically, "Next time I want to be put in mortal danger, I'll do that."

"The Invisibility Cloak wouldn't have got me over that line," I said slowly. "Oh right," said Ron. "I thought you might've told me if it was the cloak . . . because it would've covered the three of us, wouldn't it? But you found another way, did you?"

"Listen," I explained, trying to remain calm, "I didn't put my name in that goblet. Someone else must've done it." Ron raised his eyebrows and turned to (Y/N). "So, it was you then, what so I didn't make the cut then?" 

(Y/N) looked shocked then laughed, "I didn't do it either genius, someone else put our names in, so if there was a cut, I guess they didn't think you made it, so your half right." Ron frowned at him.

"What would they do that for?" I answered, "I don't know," I felt it would sound very melodramatic to say, "To kill me." "and him?" I shrugged, so did (Y/N) "Entertainment I suppose." Ron's eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.

"It's okay, you know, you can tell me the truth," he said. "If you don't want everyone else to know, fine, but I don't know why you're bothering to lie, you didn't get into trouble for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Lady's, that Violet, she's already told us all Dumbledore's letting you enter. A thousand Galleons prize money, eh? And you don't have to do end-of-year tests either. . . ."

(Y/N) sighed, "I can't believe I have to say this again" he said rubbing his eyes "I didn't put my name in that goblet!" I said for him, this was starting to annoy me now. "Yeah, okay," said Ron, in the same sceptical tone as Cedric.

"Only you said this morning you'd have done it last night, and no one would've seen you. . . . I'm not stupid, you know." "You're doing a really good impression of it," "Yeah?" said Ron, "Is that all I am then Harry Potter's stupid friend?" I sighed in frustration.

(Y/N) didn't help things "Well, you said it not me, because Hermione's the smart one, and I'm the tall one, and with the way your acting, you're not exactly fitting any other role here..." Ron just rolled over in the bed.

"You want to get to bed, I expect you'll need to be up early tomorrow for a photo-call or something." He wrenched the hangings shut around his four-poster, leaving us standing there by the door

I felt like an idiot staring at the dark red velvet curtains, now hiding one of the few people I had been sure would believe us. "Good, I'll sign them for you if you'd like" Added (Y/N) who angrily got in his own bed mumbling about Ron being a "Jealous git."

Ron was gone when I got up, (Y/N) was awake, reading from a spell book, as we made our way downstairs we were confronted with Hermione, who seemed to have brought us some toast. "Hello," she said, holding up the toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. 

"I brought you this. Want to go for a walk?" "Good idea," I said gratefully. "Hermione you're an angel, I'm starving, been up since two." said (Y/N) with a small smile, pulling her into a grateful hug, but he only took one piece of the toast, leaving me the rest.

We spent the next half an hour explaining our side of the story, she nodded along and to my immense relief, Hermione accepted the story without question. "Well, of course I knew you hadn't entered yourself," she said when we'd finished telling her about the scene in the chamber off the Hall. 

"The look on your face when Dumbledore read out your name! But the question is, who did put it in?" "See, told you, she's the smart one" (Y/N) nudged me, Hermione smiled at this, despite not knowing the context.

"Moody's right, Harry . . . I don't think any student could have done it . . . they'd never be able to fool the Goblet, or get over Dumbledore's-" But I had other concerns "Have you seen Ron?" I interrupted. Hermione hesitated. 

"Erm . . . yes . . . he was at breakfast," she said. "Does he still think I entered myself?" "Well . . . no, I don't think so . . . not really," said Hermione awkwardly. "What's that supposed to mean, 'not really'?" "Oh Harry, isn't it obvious?" Hermione said despairingly. "He's jealous!" "Jealous?"

"I KNEW IT!" said (Y/N) angrily, mumbling to himself as we walked along. "Jealous of what? He wants to make a prat of himself in front of the whole school, does he?" I asked, "Doesn't need a tournament for that" (Y/N) mumbled behind me.

"Look," said Hermione patiently, "it's always you who gets all the attention, you know it is. I know it's not your fault," she added quickly, seeing my face. "I know you don't ask for it . . . but — well — you know," 

"Ron's got all those brothers to compete against at home, and you're his best friend, and you're really famous — he's always shunted to one side whenever people see you, and he puts up with it, and he never mentions it, but I suppose this is just one time too many..."

"Then what's he mad at me for?" (Y/N) argued. Hermione let out a deep sigh, as if she really didn't want to tell him, "He thinks that you did put the names in the Goblet, and he thinks you should have told him when you did" 

(Y/N)'s nostrils flared, "BUT I-" she stopped him before he started "- I know, but he's convinced himself you put Harry and yourself in the cup for some sort of adventure, and you didn't include him because he's not special."

"I'm not special!" he pointed to himself, "And to be honest, neither is Harry" she nodded, but then said, "You're gifted in your own right and Harry's... Harry, he may be jealous of you too." (Y/N) groaned, he seemed genuinely upset. 

"Great," I said bitterly. "Really great. Tell him from me I'll swap any time he wants. Tell him from me he's welcome to it. . . . People gawping at my forehead everywhere I go. . . ." "I'm not telling him anything," Hermione said shortly. 

"Tell him yourself. It's the only way to sort this out." After some more convincing she made me send an owl to Sirius to let him know what was going on, I did so, despite my better judgement. My next surprise came when Malfoy presented me with the "Potter Stinks" badges.

He offered (Y/N) one, and (Y/N) said "Yes" I was absolutely dumbfounded, as was everyone else in the room, I don't know what I would do if he turned against me too. But to my relief, he grabbed the badge, pulled the pin out, and rammed it into Malfoys forehead, then he slammed the badge into his head, causing Malfoy to fall to the floor.

When he got up, he flew into a rage, shouting insults and threats, the badge had been pulled out by Pansy Parkinson, who was wailing dramatically, there were two little dots on his forehead and a large red imprint of a badge. 

(Y/N) was laughing hysterically, "You look like a unicorn!" he giggled, pointing at the growing lump on Malfoy's head. This led to a large fight, Me and Malfoy attempted to curse each other, in doing so Goyle and Hermione were cursed. 

Hermione had to go to the hospital wing because the curse made her teeth grow exponentially, Goyle was cursed with some boils on his face, and after Hermione was cursed, Malfoy had to go to the hospital wing when (Y/N) encased Malfoy's head in a pumpkin and then proceeded to punch it until he fell to the floor. 

Which meant when Snape came along, he had to bind (Y/N) up, tying his arms behind his back with a flick of his wand, then his mouth before he could shout profanities. Me and Ron started shouting at Snape at the same time; lucky our voices echoed so much in the stone corridor, for in the confused din, it was impossible for him to hear exactly what we were calling him. 

He got the gist, however. "Let's see," he said, in his silkiest voice. "Fifty points from Gryffindor and a detention each for Potter and Weasley. Now get inside, or it'll be a week's worth of detentions."

He unbound (Y/N) "Mr (L/N), detention for a month, for instigating the fight" he said, striding into the potions classroom, with some grumbled curse words (Y/N) reluctantly stepped inside, but I could tell he really wanted to go and check on Hermione, unfortunately, Snape was already motioning us inside.