Harry Potter 04 - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

been leading up to, and would finish with, the first task …
    Admittedly, he didn’t see how Sirius was going to make him feel any better about having to perform an unknown piece of difficult and dangerous magic in front of hundreds of people, but the mere sight of a friendly face would be something at the moment. Harry wrote back to Sirius, saying that he would be beside the common-room fire at the time Sirius had suggested, and he and Hermione spent a long time going over plans for forcing any stragglers out of the common room on the night in question. If the worst came to the worst, they were going to drop a bag of Dungbombs, but they hoped they wouldn’t have to resort to that – Filch would skin them alive.
    In the meantime, life became even worse for Harry within the confines of the castle, for Rita Skeeter had published her piece about the Triwizard Tournament, and it had turned out to be not so much a report on the Tournament, as a highly coloured life story of Harry. Much of the front page had been given over to a picture of Harry; the article (continuing on pages two, six and seven) had been all about Harry, the names of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champions (misspelled) had been squashed into the last line of the article, and Cedric hadn’t been mentioned at all.
    The article had appeared ten days ago, and Harry still got a sick, burning feeling of shame in his stomach every time he thought about it. Rita Skeeter had reported him saying an awful lot of things that he couldn’t remember ever saying in his life, let alone in that broom cupboard.
     
    ‘I suppose I get my strength from my parents, I know they’d be very proud of me if they could see me now … yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I’m not ashamed to admit it … I know nothing will hurt me during the Tournament, because they’re watching over me …’
     
    But Rita Skeeter had gone even further than transforming his ‘er’s into long, sickly sentences: she had interviewed other people about him, too.
     
    Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school.
     
    From the moment the article appeared, Harry had to endure people – Slytherins, mainly – quoting it at him as he passed them, and making sneering comments.
    ‘Want a hanky, Potter, in case you start crying in Transfiguration?’
    ‘Since when have you been one of the top students in the school, Potter? Or is this a school you and Longbottom have set up together?’
    ‘Hey – Harry!’
    ‘Yeah, that’s right,’ Harry found himself shouting, as he wheeled around in the corridor, having had just about enough. ‘I’ve just been crying my eyes out over my dead mum, and I’m just off to do a bit more …’
    ‘No – it was just – you dropped your quill.’
    It was Cho. Harry felt the colour rising in his face.
    ‘Oh – right – sorry,’ he muttered, taking the quill back.
    ‘Er … good luck for Tuesday,’ she said. ‘I really hope you do well.’
    Which left Harry feeling extremely stupid.
    Hermione had come in for her fair share of unpleasantness, too, but she hadn’t yet started yelling at innocent bystanders; in fact, Harry was full of admiration for the way she was handling the situation.
    ‘Stunningly pretty? Her?’ Pansy Parkinson had shrieked, the first time she had come face to face with Hermione after Rita’s article had appeared. ‘What was she judging against – a chipmunk?’
    ‘Ignore it,’ Hermione said in a dignified voice, holding her head in the air and stalking past the sniggering Slytherin girls as though she couldn’t hear them. ‘Just ignore it, Harry.’
    But Harry couldn’t ignore it. Ron hadn’t spoken to him at all since he had told him about Snape’s detentions. Harry had half hoped they would make things up during the two hours they were forced to pickle rats’ brains in Snape’s dungeon, but that had been the day Rita’s article had appeared, which seemed to have confirmed Ron’s belief that Harry was really enjoying all the attention.
    Hermione was furious with the pair of them; she went from one to the other, trying to force them to talk to each other, but Harry was adamant: he would talk to Ron again only if Ron admitted that Harry hadn’t put his name in the Goblet of Fire, and apologised for calling