But the "chosen one" was so tired of feeling like he had to defend himself all the time, of constantly having to convince people that he was doing the right thing. The only thing possible! He should not need to, especially not with Neville, who had his parent's back, only thanks to Tom's magic. "Do you have any idea how it was?" He shouted, "To be exhausted and hurt and scared when reaching for the damn cup, only to be portkeyed to a fucking graveyard! And do you want to know what the first thing he said was? "Kill the spare!" If I had reacted half a second slower, the Diggorys would have mourned their son that day. It was accidental magic. I can't even remember what I thought that moment, just that I couldn't let Cedric die. After the cup and Wormtail were gone, I was all alone with an insane lunatic, who had decided to make my life bloody miserable because of a stupid prophecy! And we fought, and our wands connected and then ... then ..." Harry hiccuped.