"Harry Potter" and with those words my world came crashing down. I thumped my head on the table and said quietly but it could still be heard in the silent room, "Why me."
Albus Dumbeldore called my name once again and I just thumped my head harder against the bench. I froze when I felt the familiar grip of Hermione Granger holding my arm tightly-Witch I knew was going to bruise later on-lifting me off the bench and shoving me forward. I stubbles slightly getting my footing before timidly walking up the steps to the headtable. Silently collecting 'my named parchment' and entering the 'Champions chambers'

As soon I got inside I found the nearest corner and cried. The other champions in the room stilled when they saw me come through. "Harry?" Cedric Diggory questioned. All I gave in responds was a loud sniffle and more tears. I could hear lighter footsteps-probably Flure Declore- coming closer and asking "what iz wrong little boy." Snorting sound could be heard next to me. "I-I" and I break down crying again.
The doors open and you could hear fast and hurried footsteps approaching. Then they immediately stopped as they take in the scene. Me crying my eyes out, with flur and Cedric besides me and Victor across the room watching us. "Did you put your name in the Goblet of fire, Harry?" Dumbeldore asked calmly. Cedric made a undignified sound. Flur gave a hysteric cry and victor gave a snort.
"Surly vis little boy did not enter vis tournament?" Victor asked in a disbelief voice, which only made Harry cry harder. "I did no such thing!" I cried hysterically. All the heads snapped to me. Before anyone else could speak I continued in the same tone. "I d-didn't ask an older s-student either! I e-e-even wished C-Cedric to be champion!" Cedric came towards me as he wrapped me in a brotherly hug and said "Yeah, Harry is correct, he said he never wanted to take part! Heck he said he doesn't even want his fame! All he wanted was a nice and quite year, where nobody was going to kill him!" Cedric rapped his arms tighter around me as I continued to cry into his chest.
"Surly Dumb-dorr you do not believe zis?" Madam Maxine asked Dumbeldore or as she put it Dumb-Dorr.
"He must compete! His name came out of the Goblet of fire and he is now bonded into the tournament, or he will loose his magic." There were sharp intakes of breath after that.
I just wanted to disappear out of existence at that and die. I pushed myself out of Cedric arms and ran. Where I ran, I'm not pretty sure. All I knew I had to escape...