Harry Potter:Flashforward

Students from all three schools gasped in astonishment.

"If anyone tries to say... or otherwise imply... I'm a liar, they'll face me in an honour duel," he firmly stated to the Hall. Glaring back at Dumbledore, he half-snarled, "Get me out of this, Dumbledore. Now." Stunned, watching how Harry stood up for himself - and crushed any chance of the school turning against him, yet again Dumbledore was speechless. As with the boy's rant to him and later to the staff, this was a Harry Potter he didn't know how to handle. This was a Harry Potter confident in his abilities and place in the world.

Stuttering just a little Dumbledore said, "Harry. You need to come up and join the other champions in the..."

"Stop right there, Headmaster," Harry cut in. "I want out of this farce."

"There is no 'out', Mister Potter," sighed the old man. "Once your name comes out of the Goblet, you must compete."

"Well, I don't accept that," Harry firmly stated. "I'll be speaking with my legal counsel before I accept whether or not that's true. However, if it is, then I refuse to be recognised as a champion. I'll be known as the reluctant competitor, only. I may have to compete in this farce; but, I will not be considered a champion.

"Furthermore, any official who was involved in setting up the 'contract' for this, I will be seeking financial damages against. My solicitor will be visiting you very soon."

"Nevertheless, Mister Potter," the Headmaster said. "You need to join the other... competitors... in the antechamber."

Harry stalked forward and, with a final glare at the Headmaster, walked through the door into the antechamber. As he walked in he slammed the door behind himself. "Stupid, daft, old fool!" he snarled at no one in particular.

"Harry?" asked Cedric "What's going on?"

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Harry looked up and saw Diggory first, standing near the middle of the room and turned slightly towards him. Standing over in the corner was Victor Krum, brooding. Fleur Delacour had her arms wrapped around herself as she was standing near the fire. Now that he was older, he recognised her stance as one of fear, rather than being cold.

"Do zey want us back in zere?" asked Delacour.

"No," he snarled. "Some arsehole caused my name to be entered in the Goblet, and for the Goblet to spit it out. I'm a fourth... albeit reluctant... competitor."

Diggory looked about to say something when the door opened again. In came Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch Senior, Dumbledore, Madame Maxime, Karkaroff, Snape and McGonagall.

Bagman was acting all hyper-happy and talking about how excited he was that Harry was a competitor; while Crouch looked like he was sucking on a particularly sour lemon. Then in walked faux-Moody, right on time.

Karkaroff was ranting about how it was unfair for Hogwarts to have two champions as Dumbledore walked over and pushed Harry against the wall with a hand on his shoulder. Harry, forgetting this part of what happened from before, was stunned at first by Dumbledore's action. Just before Dumbledore could speak, Harry smacked the old man's hand away and gave him a hard shove to the chest right back, causing the man to stagger away. "Never!" he snarled. "Never, lay hands on me again, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore reeled back a little in shock as the rest of the room fell silent.

Professor McGonagall gasped and exclaimed, "Mister Potter!"

"Don't 'Mister Potter' me, Professor," Harry glared back. "I had to tolerate my supposed relatives laying their hands on me in anger otherwise known as child abuse; I will no longer allow anyone to do it again. The next person to try such a stunt dies by my hand."

"Well," Madam Maxime huffed haughtily, changing the subject. "If 'Ogwarts is allowed two champions then I must..."

"I am no Hogwarts champion!" barked Harry. "As I said out there, I may have to compete in this ridiculous farce, but I will not be considered anyone's champion. Cedric is Hogwarts's champion, not me. You can consider me unaligned to any school."

"You are a Hogwarts student, Mister Potter," exclaimed Professor McGonagall.

"And what did I say would happen if my name came out of the Goblet, Professor?" asked Harry with a low growl. "I said I would quit this school. Well, unlike the Headmaster here... since he promised me my name would not come out of the Goblet, and it did... I quit Hogwarts! I'll be initiating a transfer to another school at my first opportunity." "I won't be allowing that, Mister Potter," Dumbledore said quietly but firmly. "I am your magical guardian and you will go where I tell you to go."

"No, you're fucking not!" Harry shot back. "Have you already forgotten that the Wizengamot has returned my guardianship to my rightful guardian, Sirius Black? Are you going senile? How many times do I have to fucking remind you of that before it sinks in? As soon as I can get hold of him, I'll organise for him to sign the transfer papers. Then, I'm gone!"

"You have to be here for the tasks, Mister Potter," said Crouch.

"Yes, Mister Crouch, I'm not an idiot," snarked Harry. "However, you seem to have forgotten that the contract only requires I be here for the tasks. That means, I only have to be here for only three specific days of the entire year. That's it!"

"There's also the Weighing of the Wands and... I'll announce to you now... the Yule Ball, Mister Potter," he said.

"If they're not specific contractual obligations you can shove 'em up your arse, Mister Crouch," growled Harry. Indicating Bagman he said, "He's so bloody useless I think I can practically guarantee Bagman, over there, screwed up. If they're not in the contract and if I decide not to attend them there's nothing you can do about it."

"You can be disqualified, Mister Potter," he shot back before anyone else could say anything. "Both events are traditions of the Tournament." "And the tournament hasn't been run in over one hundred and fifty years," Harry retorted. "Some bloody traditions they are!"

Before anyone could retort back, Harry continued. "As for being disqualified, that would be perfect," he sneered. "Since I don't want to be in this ridiculous event anyway, getting disqualified would be the best thing you could do for me. However, before we go any further, I take it you all agree I have to compete in this godforsaken farce?"

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