Harry knew that he would be a champion for the tournament. He knew. But hearing his name is still as anxiety-inducing as ever. The stares pierce him. The whispers deafen him. The other champions look to him in disbelief. Dumbledore strides in. He asks Harry if he put his name in the goblet of fire. And though it is said calmly, he sees the fire in the old wizard's eye. The blazing fury hidden beneath.