Neurotically Yours - ch 12
Summery: What if everything in Harry’s life ended up making the boy savior a bit more then slightly insane? What could have happened with a wizard as power as him running around not being right in the head. Would he be another dark lord? A light wizard?
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it was be a truly twisted place to amuse me and my twisted brain and as all you would get by suing me is a handful of pocket lint you can wisely assume I’m making nothing from this either... Also don’t own Foamy and anything you see that reminds you of it doesn’t belong to me as well...
Harry managed to calm himself down some as he settled at his normal place at the Slytherin table with Dudley on one side and Draco on the other, but it took Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini settling across from him to truly make him calm this time. He resisted the urge to shift and move when the ‘Female Hagrid’ passed behind him and the people from the boat apparently decided their table was a good place to sit and found places it was a bit much at once though and he needed the support to collect himself. As the feast started though and he got some food into him he managed to warm up to the ‘guests’ at their table enough to not be tense around them, but he didn’t manage to entirely calm down.
As the feast ended and Dumbledore called for their attention he had calmed enough to offer the man his gaze, but it only lasted until he finished explaining about the goblet and pulled it out settling it on its place. He blinked at the wooden object watching the fire in it for a long time before a tugging on his sleeve had his attention back on Draco who said it was time to go. Harry nodded pulling himself up and following after his Draco and his Dudley once more glad that his Draco wouldn’t be able to put his name into the fire cup and missing the look he was getting behind his back from their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
The next day was rather loud, but Harry did his best to ignore it and the looks he was getting from some of the guests who had taken up residence at the table with the Slytherins. He could honestly say though that he was rather glad that at least today was the day that he had class with Severus it might be his last class, but that just made it better because he could stay there till the feast. As he walked with the Potions Master towards the feast he did wish he didn’t have to go, but he knew better then that even if he didn’t like it.
He settled himself in his normal place between his Draco and his Dudley enjoying the food despite not wanting to be here glad when the last of the food disappeared thinking he could get out of here now. Instead Dumbledore was up and talking which meant Harry was quite content to ignore him until the clapping started and one of the guests at the table with them got up. He blinked watching the older male make his way past Dumbledore as the headmaster caught a piece of paper that the fire cup spit out. Oh he must be picking the names before they could leave then. Harry couldn’t find it in him to care until quite suddenly the man called out his name.
Harry look up at the man blinking at him and waiting for him to continue speaking, but all he did was demand Harry come to him. He pulled himself up unaware of the whispers around him or at least what they meant instead stopping out of the Headmaster’s reach only moving when he held out a bit of paper. Harry blinked at it before calmly asking Dumbledore what it was for. The guests who hadn’t been around this Harry for quite some time now were more then a little surprised, but the looks they got when they whispered questions to those around them were ignored by the fourteen year old as he waited for the Headmaster to speak.
“Harry this came out of the goblet of fire.” Dumbledore informed the boy waiting to see if he would understand, but when he just got the continued blank look he added “This means you are one of the Champions. You need to join the others.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but catching Severus from the corner or his eye he turned his head towards him his mouth snapping shut when he shook his head. Harry didn’t know what was going on, but if Severus didn’t want him to argue here he wouldn’t. “Harry didn’t put his name in.” he informed Dumbledore instead before making his way towards where he had see the guest from their table go. The second he walked though the door the two guests started to question him coming towards him though and Harry as usual hunched trying to move away from them. He didn’t notice when Cedric got them to hush, but the voice of his fellow Hufflepuff did cut though his walls enough to register.
“Harry what are you doing here?”
“Dumbledore said Harry’s name was in fire cup. That Harry had to come here. Severus will make Dumbledore see Harry didn’t do that though and Harry will leave.” He informed them the certainty in his voice enough to make both the guests stair at him for a few minutes before both started off into rants though Cedric just gave him a look that he didn’t care about as he instead turned his attention towards the door. When it opened and Dumbledore came in moving towards him swiftly asking if he was sure he hadn’t put his name in or gotten anyone else to he narrowed his gaze at the man. “Harry is a good boy. He was glad when his Draco wouldn’t be able to enter so why would Harry enter?” He questioned not at all pleased that he wasn’t believed, he would much rather spend his time with his Draco and his Dudley then in this.
Before the Headmaster could answer though Ludo Bagman came all but storming in gleeful about this turn and saying that Harry had to compete. Hearing the arguments kicking up behind him again about how he had to have entered Harry unconsciously backed himself into a wall. He didn’t have his Draco, his Dudley, or Severus and he needed them now. His eye widened when Fake Man spoke up and he tried to press himself into the wall o get away from all the noise and people, they all sounded mean or were people he didn’t like he wanted out of here! Where was Severus?
It was just then that someone’s hand found his shoulder and he jumped even as his magic lashed out tossing the person away from him. He didn’t know who had touched him and didn’t care because it was at that moment that Severus walked in with a sharp call of “Potter!” Which cut though everything and seemed to make at least the Hogwarts residents freeze in expectation of what was to come now. Sure they had seen how Harry acted, but those present had never heard the potions professor angry with him or at least what sounded angry and they were want to see what would happen.
Harry immediately looked beyond dejected, he had upset Severus. “Harry is sorry. He didn’t mean to he didn’t. They are just very loud and trying to say Harry did things he didn’t. Harry promises he didn’t put his name in the fire cup, he wouldn’t do that he wouldn’t.” he insisted. The arguments kicked up again around him before the Loud Man who had brought the Fire Cup said that Harry had to be in the tournament he had no choice. “Harry doesn’t want to.” He protested looking straight at Severus.
Severus frowned looking at the gathered adults, well it seemed he would have no choice. Very well if they were going to make him show his hand he would make a good show of it then. “Harry. It seems you have no choice.” He informed the boy who hunched even farther, but before he could get to far into his thoughts Severus spoke up again “If they are going to insist you be in a tournament you are three year to early for though I see now reason in making it easy on them.” The green gaze that snapped up to meet his gaze was beyond hopeful and he offered the boy a smirk “Harry you are free to practice your spells for any task of this tournament.”
Harry was suddenly all but bouncing where he stood “Really? Harry can really practice his spells? He really wants to some of them were hard to learn and he wants to make sure he is doing them right.” The grin that spread over his face when Severus nodded was disconcerting to all gathered though only those who had been at Hogwarts with Harry his whole time could understand why.
“Yes well. The first task will be one to test your daring and it will be held on November 24th.”
Harry barely listened to what else Loud Man had to say until they were dismissed a glance at Severus and he hurried after the man, he wanted his Draco and his Dudley so he could tell them about the fun.
Over the next weeks word spread that not only was Harry going to be participating, but that he almost seemed glad about it. Cedric, Victor, and Fleur had all been questioned about it, but none of them were willing to talk about it. In fact the only ‘news’ that came to them none champions of the school and outside of Slytherin was through the Daily Prophet after the ‘Weighing of the Wands’.
Harry had not been glad to be dragged out of potions class glaring at the bouncy person who came to get him. He had gone because Severus said he could come back after it was over to finish his potion, but he hadn’t been happy about it in the last. He got there to find he was the last person and immediately was even less happy about things when some women with a pretty green quill came over trying to talk to him. He didn’t say a thing to her himself instead staring at her quill until she quite suddenly grabbed his arm. Yanking it away he glared at her rather harshly “Don’t touch Harry!” he informed her smirking when Cedric informed her of the time when those two ‘Puffs had cornered him with questions trying to touch him. The look on her face was too good though he didn’t realize at the time that it would later be put into her article though even if he had he wouldn’t have cared.
Any more questions were put off by the man who gave Harry his first wand moving up to explain what was happening. He watched as the other three went first his mind absently dubbing the guest from his table ‘Duck man’ as he giggled to himself over the way the other walked. It wasn’t meant to be cruel Harry just simply didn’t see how it could be bad as he watched Wand Man talk about Duck Man’s wand -ten and one quarter inches made of hornbeam with dragon heartstring for a core- before Duck man went back to his Headmaster. Then it was Vela girl, he had heard his Draco call her that, and her wand -nine and a half inches made of rosewood with vela haircore- that got the attention well ok so for him it was her hair because it really was very pretty and reminded him of his Draco’s. Was his Draco part Vela? He didn’t know, but he refocused just in time to hear Wand man say that the other Puff in the room had a twelve and a quarter inch wand made of ash with unicorn tail hair in it.
Once he was done Wand man motioned for him and Harry made his way towards the elder male easily offered him the holly and phoenix feather wand he had gotten from Wand man before his first year. He missed the looks he got for so easily handing it over, but even if he had seen them he wouldn’t care after all he just used that one in class now. He used the want Lucius had gotten him everywhere else and it was safe and sound in its holster still he gladly accepted the wand back before turning and heading towards the door only to be stopped by the Headmaster.
He glanced over his shoulder blinking at the man frowning when he said that they were going to do some pictures. He didn’t like that thought, but Severus said he would have to do what he had to do. So no, he didn’t like pictures, but he took them and was glad when they were over and he could get out of there. It was sadly time for supper by then though, but as he settled into his place Severus passed by him saying he could come down after supper to finish much to his pleasure.
The day of the 24th he left his Draco and his Dudley at the entrance to the champions tent Dudley wishing him luck before they left to go find seats in the stands. He was glad when Severus was there to support him when they were presented with a bag which would be their first task. He watched Vela girl put her hand in the bag his eyes widening some when she pulled out a small figurine of a green dragon with a number two around its neck. The man with the bag called it a ‘Welsh Green’ before offering the bag to Duck man who pulled out a scarlet thing that he called a ‘Chinese Fireball’ with a number three on it. The other ‘Puff went next pulling out a blueish grey thing that was apparently a ‘Swedish Shot Snout’ with a number one on it. Harry was last pulling out the number four dragon figurine a rather spiky and wicked looking thing which was apparently a Hungarian Horntail. Harry cocked his head to the side watching the small dragon even as everyone but the champions left after the man with the bag explained about the gold egg Severus telling him that he knew he would do well before he walked out. Harry kept his gaze on the little figure a dragon? How was that hard?
Author's Note: This is not where I had planned for this to end, but in keeping with the spirit of the original contest I'm trying to keep it to 2.5k or less and somehow I was already at 2.2k before I noticed it so cutting this shorter. Meh just means we get some fun to start the next chapter.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it was be a truly twisted place to amuse me and my twisted brain and as all you would get by suing me is a handful of pocket lint you can wisely assume I’m making nothing from this either... Also don’t own Foamy and anything you see that reminds you of it doesn’t belong to me as well...
Harry managed to calm himself down some as he settled at his normal place at the Slytherin table with Dudley on one side and Draco on the other, but it took Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini settling across from him to truly make him calm this time. He resisted the urge to shift and move when the ‘Female Hagrid’ passed behind him and the people from the boat apparently decided their table was a good place to sit and found places it was a bit much at once though and he needed the support to collect himself. As the feast started though and he got some food into him he managed to warm up to the ‘guests’ at their table enough to not be tense around them, but he didn’t manage to entirely calm down.
As the feast ended and Dumbledore called for their attention he had calmed enough to offer the man his gaze, but it only lasted until he finished explaining about the goblet and pulled it out settling it on its place. He blinked at the wooden object watching the fire in it for a long time before a tugging on his sleeve had his attention back on Draco who said it was time to go. Harry nodded pulling himself up and following after his Draco and his Dudley once more glad that his Draco wouldn’t be able to put his name into the fire cup and missing the look he was getting behind his back from their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
The next day was rather loud, but Harry did his best to ignore it and the looks he was getting from some of the guests who had taken up residence at the table with the Slytherins. He could honestly say though that he was rather glad that at least today was the day that he had class with Severus it might be his last class, but that just made it better because he could stay there till the feast. As he walked with the Potions Master towards the feast he did wish he didn’t have to go, but he knew better then that even if he didn’t like it.
He settled himself in his normal place between his Draco and his Dudley enjoying the food despite not wanting to be here glad when the last of the food disappeared thinking he could get out of here now. Instead Dumbledore was up and talking which meant Harry was quite content to ignore him until the clapping started and one of the guests at the table with them got up. He blinked watching the older male make his way past Dumbledore as the headmaster caught a piece of paper that the fire cup spit out. Oh he must be picking the names before they could leave then. Harry couldn’t find it in him to care until quite suddenly the man called out his name.
Harry look up at the man blinking at him and waiting for him to continue speaking, but all he did was demand Harry come to him. He pulled himself up unaware of the whispers around him or at least what they meant instead stopping out of the Headmaster’s reach only moving when he held out a bit of paper. Harry blinked at it before calmly asking Dumbledore what it was for. The guests who hadn’t been around this Harry for quite some time now were more then a little surprised, but the looks they got when they whispered questions to those around them were ignored by the fourteen year old as he waited for the Headmaster to speak.
“Harry this came out of the goblet of fire.” Dumbledore informed the boy waiting to see if he would understand, but when he just got the continued blank look he added “This means you are one of the Champions. You need to join the others.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but catching Severus from the corner or his eye he turned his head towards him his mouth snapping shut when he shook his head. Harry didn’t know what was going on, but if Severus didn’t want him to argue here he wouldn’t. “Harry didn’t put his name in.” he informed Dumbledore instead before making his way towards where he had see the guest from their table go. The second he walked though the door the two guests started to question him coming towards him though and Harry as usual hunched trying to move away from them. He didn’t notice when Cedric got them to hush, but the voice of his fellow Hufflepuff did cut though his walls enough to register.
“Harry what are you doing here?”
“Dumbledore said Harry’s name was in fire cup. That Harry had to come here. Severus will make Dumbledore see Harry didn’t do that though and Harry will leave.” He informed them the certainty in his voice enough to make both the guests stair at him for a few minutes before both started off into rants though Cedric just gave him a look that he didn’t care about as he instead turned his attention towards the door. When it opened and Dumbledore came in moving towards him swiftly asking if he was sure he hadn’t put his name in or gotten anyone else to he narrowed his gaze at the man. “Harry is a good boy. He was glad when his Draco wouldn’t be able to enter so why would Harry enter?” He questioned not at all pleased that he wasn’t believed, he would much rather spend his time with his Draco and his Dudley then in this.
Before the Headmaster could answer though Ludo Bagman came all but storming in gleeful about this turn and saying that Harry had to compete. Hearing the arguments kicking up behind him again about how he had to have entered Harry unconsciously backed himself into a wall. He didn’t have his Draco, his Dudley, or Severus and he needed them now. His eye widened when Fake Man spoke up and he tried to press himself into the wall o get away from all the noise and people, they all sounded mean or were people he didn’t like he wanted out of here! Where was Severus?
It was just then that someone’s hand found his shoulder and he jumped even as his magic lashed out tossing the person away from him. He didn’t know who had touched him and didn’t care because it was at that moment that Severus walked in with a sharp call of “Potter!” Which cut though everything and seemed to make at least the Hogwarts residents freeze in expectation of what was to come now. Sure they had seen how Harry acted, but those present had never heard the potions professor angry with him or at least what sounded angry and they were want to see what would happen.
Harry immediately looked beyond dejected, he had upset Severus. “Harry is sorry. He didn’t mean to he didn’t. They are just very loud and trying to say Harry did things he didn’t. Harry promises he didn’t put his name in the fire cup, he wouldn’t do that he wouldn’t.” he insisted. The arguments kicked up again around him before the Loud Man who had brought the Fire Cup said that Harry had to be in the tournament he had no choice. “Harry doesn’t want to.” He protested looking straight at Severus.
Severus frowned looking at the gathered adults, well it seemed he would have no choice. Very well if they were going to make him show his hand he would make a good show of it then. “Harry. It seems you have no choice.” He informed the boy who hunched even farther, but before he could get to far into his thoughts Severus spoke up again “If they are going to insist you be in a tournament you are three year to early for though I see now reason in making it easy on them.” The green gaze that snapped up to meet his gaze was beyond hopeful and he offered the boy a smirk “Harry you are free to practice your spells for any task of this tournament.”
Harry was suddenly all but bouncing where he stood “Really? Harry can really practice his spells? He really wants to some of them were hard to learn and he wants to make sure he is doing them right.” The grin that spread over his face when Severus nodded was disconcerting to all gathered though only those who had been at Hogwarts with Harry his whole time could understand why.
“Yes well. The first task will be one to test your daring and it will be held on November 24th.”
Harry barely listened to what else Loud Man had to say until they were dismissed a glance at Severus and he hurried after the man, he wanted his Draco and his Dudley so he could tell them about the fun.
Over the next weeks word spread that not only was Harry going to be participating, but that he almost seemed glad about it. Cedric, Victor, and Fleur had all been questioned about it, but none of them were willing to talk about it. In fact the only ‘news’ that came to them none champions of the school and outside of Slytherin was through the Daily Prophet after the ‘Weighing of the Wands’.
Harry had not been glad to be dragged out of potions class glaring at the bouncy person who came to get him. He had gone because Severus said he could come back after it was over to finish his potion, but he hadn’t been happy about it in the last. He got there to find he was the last person and immediately was even less happy about things when some women with a pretty green quill came over trying to talk to him. He didn’t say a thing to her himself instead staring at her quill until she quite suddenly grabbed his arm. Yanking it away he glared at her rather harshly “Don’t touch Harry!” he informed her smirking when Cedric informed her of the time when those two ‘Puffs had cornered him with questions trying to touch him. The look on her face was too good though he didn’t realize at the time that it would later be put into her article though even if he had he wouldn’t have cared.
Any more questions were put off by the man who gave Harry his first wand moving up to explain what was happening. He watched as the other three went first his mind absently dubbing the guest from his table ‘Duck man’ as he giggled to himself over the way the other walked. It wasn’t meant to be cruel Harry just simply didn’t see how it could be bad as he watched Wand Man talk about Duck Man’s wand -ten and one quarter inches made of hornbeam with dragon heartstring for a core- before Duck man went back to his Headmaster. Then it was Vela girl, he had heard his Draco call her that, and her wand -nine and a half inches made of rosewood with vela haircore- that got the attention well ok so for him it was her hair because it really was very pretty and reminded him of his Draco’s. Was his Draco part Vela? He didn’t know, but he refocused just in time to hear Wand man say that the other Puff in the room had a twelve and a quarter inch wand made of ash with unicorn tail hair in it.
Once he was done Wand man motioned for him and Harry made his way towards the elder male easily offered him the holly and phoenix feather wand he had gotten from Wand man before his first year. He missed the looks he got for so easily handing it over, but even if he had seen them he wouldn’t care after all he just used that one in class now. He used the want Lucius had gotten him everywhere else and it was safe and sound in its holster still he gladly accepted the wand back before turning and heading towards the door only to be stopped by the Headmaster.
He glanced over his shoulder blinking at the man frowning when he said that they were going to do some pictures. He didn’t like that thought, but Severus said he would have to do what he had to do. So no, he didn’t like pictures, but he took them and was glad when they were over and he could get out of there. It was sadly time for supper by then though, but as he settled into his place Severus passed by him saying he could come down after supper to finish much to his pleasure.
The day of the 24th he left his Draco and his Dudley at the entrance to the champions tent Dudley wishing him luck before they left to go find seats in the stands. He was glad when Severus was there to support him when they were presented with a bag which would be their first task. He watched Vela girl put her hand in the bag his eyes widening some when she pulled out a small figurine of a green dragon with a number two around its neck. The man with the bag called it a ‘Welsh Green’ before offering the bag to Duck man who pulled out a scarlet thing that he called a ‘Chinese Fireball’ with a number three on it. The other ‘Puff went next pulling out a blueish grey thing that was apparently a ‘Swedish Shot Snout’ with a number one on it. Harry was last pulling out the number four dragon figurine a rather spiky and wicked looking thing which was apparently a Hungarian Horntail. Harry cocked his head to the side watching the small dragon even as everyone but the champions left after the man with the bag explained about the gold egg Severus telling him that he knew he would do well before he walked out. Harry kept his gaze on the little figure a dragon? How was that hard?
Author's Note: This is not where I had planned for this to end, but in keeping with the spirit of the original contest I'm trying to keep it to 2.5k or less and somehow I was already at 2.2k before I noticed it so cutting this shorter. Meh just means we get some fun to start the next chapter.