Harry returns to school and friends with false smiles, trying to hide the cold that has settled in his chest. He delights in the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament. For once, there is something bigger going on, something he cannot be part of. For once, others may be the spectacle and hero and sacrifice. He doesn’t have to be part of it. Then...there’s fire and his name, and he feels sick. His voice is weak when he explains that he never put his name in the Goblet of Fire, all the while something in him screams and rages. He doesn’t want this. He never wanted any of it. All the same, he is abandoned.