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When the cup released the fourth piece of paper, Harry felt the dread in his chest before the name was even revealed. He knew it was his and the blood drained from his face as Dumbledore confirmed it. He read it out to the stunned silent room, no one expecting a fourth contestant to be called, no one expecting an underage contestant. Dumbledore read it again and Hermione pushed him to his feet as a cacophony of sound went up around him, everyone voicing their unwanted, unneeded opinions.
How the fuck had this happened! He walked towards Dumbledore blindly feeling shocked, why was his name in the cup? He hadn’t put it there and there was supposed to be an age restriction on the bloody thing as well which should have stopped this happening even if he had wanted his name in the cup. But he hadn’t gone any nearer to it than just watching as other students put their names in to it. He did not want to do this tournament, hopefully Dumbledore would get him out of this but his faith in Dumbledore was failing more and more with each year so he wasn't putting too much weight on him actually doing something which was slightly concerning because really he’s the headteacher, Harry’s supposed to be able to trust him.
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It was the final task and he was tired of this shit, who came up with these ideas? These death traps. Why had Dumbledore not put up a fight to stop him being forced to take part? It's like someone just wanted to watch a few school kids have some near death experiences for fun or something. At least a maze was above ground and not underwater or in the sky, as much as Harry liked flying it was a bit of a different situation when it involved being chased by a dragon and he was grateful to have his feet planted firmly on the ground for this task. As he stood at his starting line he did his best to ignore the roar of the crowd behind him, he needed to just focus and get through this final task alive, to his left was Cedric and to Cedrics left was Krum, to Harry's right was Fleur. They were all here and they were going to do this, get through this maze and out the other side alive.
It felt like a blur as he ran through the maze, dodging and jumping, fighting to get through it unharmed, alive. He found Fleur partially obscured by the sentient hedges that created the maze and did his best to help her before calling for assistance for her. Krum seemed feral, something else taking over his mind when Harry bumped into him and Harry legged it away from him glancing back over his shoulder as he ran breathing heavily he was nearly there now he could tell.
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Their hands went for the cup together, a brush of skin and then they were falling together, the cup held tight within their hands neither of them letting go. It was a portkey and as the ground rushed towards them Harry quickly realised that wherever they now were was not back in dark grey gloomy Scotland where they had just left from, it was an entirely different time of day here and as far as he knew Portkeys didn’t work for time travel so that left their destination being another country where it was instead morning and sunny. They hit the ground roughly, stumbling and dropping the cup between them with a clang and then there were voices shouting, an accent he’d only ever heard on the tv before, an American accent was shouting at them and a man with a gun was striding towards them, an angry look on his face.
The gunshot sounded out before Harry could even say anything or move towards Cedric, it went straight through him, Cedric's body lurching backwards before falling onto the ground as blood spewed from his chest where the bullet had ripped through him. Harry knew without even having to check his pulse that Cedric was dead as blood pooled around the now stationary body.
“What the fuck are you? Falling out the sky like that!” The man shouted, his face turning red, reloading his gun and pointing it towards Harry. “I’ll get you, you supernatural freaks!”
Harry stepped backwards wearily, his hands raised in surrender as the man strode closer “Sam, Dean get out here!” The man bellowed at the small house behind him and two boys came running out, they looked to be close to Harry's age but both boys were carrying guns just like their father and at the sight of Harry and Cedrics body lying at his feet they readied their guns just like the older man.
“Please don’t shoot!” Harry called out, his heart was pounding in his chest, he was terrified this was going to be how he died, after everything he’d survived with Voldermort he was going to be killed by a muggle gun of all things out in the middle of nowhere far away from everyone he loved. “Please, I’m just like you I promise, I’m human, I’m a boy…”