Harry Potter

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore whispered. Suddenly his face grew enraged, and he screamed out the name again.

"HARRY POTTER." I had never seen the Headmaster so enraged. And watching as Harry stumbled to his feet and awkwardly walked up to Dumbledore was nearly as nice as seeing Hermione in her panties. The room was largely stunned. I however was laughing.

"That idiot," I said, "he probably charmed his paper to get chosen. Damn cheat." It was so satisfying to watch the handshake they exchanged, and see all the pissed off faces as he walked past them. It was only a few days in the sememster and he already had turned the school against him. This was great. How the tables had turned. All those jokes about me getting knocked around everywhere would go away.

All thanks to stupid Harry Potter. I watched as the professor's whispered to each other.

I turned towards Hermione across the room, and my smile seemed to anger her. But I kept on smiling. nothing would ruin this moment.

And then the fires of the cup turned red. A scrap of paper once again fell into Dumbledore's hands. A final name fell to his lips.