Harry pulled himself onto the shore, dragging Ron by his shirt behind him; the young girl thrown over his shoulder. His robes had retained so much water, they weighed at least twenty pounds. They smacked against his legs as he slowly made his way towards the judges and Dumbledore. He was the last to make it back, although Fleur never got to her goal. Dumbledore smiled proudly as Harry approached him.

“Gallant effort my dear boy. But I must tell you that you didn’t have to rescue the girl as well. She would not have been harmed.”

Harry’s jaw fell. He dropped Ron unceremoniously onto the sand as Fleur got her sister off of his shoulder.

“Are. YOU. Serious?!”

“Of course. We would have never let any harm come to innocent people.”

Harry looked at his watch.

“I’m going to take, lets see, five minutes to explain to you why that little bit of information would have been very lovely to know. Well, you see, I have a dodgy past. For the past four years, a certain guy by the name of Voldemort- I’m sure you know him- has tried to kill me. He’s very punctual, by the by. In every situation I have at least two people with me. Both of which were involved in this little tournament. In every one of those situations, if I don’t get them out, they will die. So naturally, whenever I see people I know in a situation where they cant get themselves out I think they are going to die. If there are death eaters around they are going to die. If they are shackled underwater, they are going to die! So its just a natural reaction that everyone I know is going to die a horrid and painful death, today’s events were a good hypothesis as to how my friends are going to die. So, I get down there and see Ron, I go to him and get him out. I see Krum get to Hermione, and I see Cedric get Cho. But where’s Fleur. Oh I don’t know, possibly dead! I cant just leave the young girl there, so I get her out as well. Wanna know why? Because the longer you stay underwater, the sooner you die. So I start swimming, and I’m swimming hard ya know, trying to get these people not to die. I don’t know what kind of traps are left. Maybe we could die from one of them, so I go faster. Maybe the squid will get out and eat us. Maybe he’ll take the girl. She’s small….easier to chew! My gill thing starts to go. I think ‘holy shit, we’re all gonna die!’ so I go faster still. I see the surface. I think maybe we’re not gonna die. I managed to get Ron and her to the shore, she may be small. But she’s heavier then she looks. And now you have the GALL to tell me that they wouldn’t have died. Well how fucking wonderful for you to tell me AFTER THE GODDAMN FACT! Ya know, I’m not surprised. Let’s not tell Harry Potter, the kid who is contently being HUNTED by a maniac, the kid who everybody expects to save the world, the kid that is always keeping people from being killed, that this one time, no one is going to die. I think I may have a heart attack and DIE from not surprise. You people are trying to kill me with exhaustion aren’t you. Ya know what, that’s how Voldemort is gonna kill me. Not Avada Kadavra. Not an ambush in Hagsmead, or in a hippogriff stampede. He’s going to continue to put me in these bastard little situations where I keep on having to save people. And I’m just gonna keep on saving people, keep on going at it, never really knowing how much I can take or handle, cause I’m the goddamn hero. The Hero always dies from his own flaws; always causes his own downfall, and snake eyes knows it. So I’m just gonna keep on going until I got nothing left. And as I’m lying there, about to breath my last breath, he’s gonna walk up to me and say “They weren’t really going to die, Harry” Ya know what, lets do him a favor. Everybody BACK IN THE POOL, we’re doing it again. In fact, everybody in the stands go to the concession stand and eat as much as you can. Then jump in the pool, get a cramp and I’ll save you. Go on now. Hotdogs are on me. You lifeguards, you’re off duty. I got it. Leave you’re robes on, the heavier the better. Don’t worry, you’re not gonna die. If you got weights, bring ’em. The goal it to get me as exhausted as possible. Do it Capone style and cement your shoes. I’m serious. Everybody in. CAUSE NO ONE’S REALLY GONNA DIE AFTER ALL!!!”

And with that he turned and stormed away mumbling to himself. “Oh yeah no ones gonna die. We’ll see about that. Gonna get me into the habit on not saving people, see what that have to say about it then.”

Everyone one was in a complete state of shock. Clearly the boy-who-lived- had lost his mind. Hermione turned to Dumbledore with her hands on her hips.

“I told you. You should have told him.” Ron nodded his agreement and they followed Harry. Minds set on calming him down, and to tell him that it was still okay to save people.