"Ah Potter," Snape said the next day when Harry arrived in his class. "our celebrity champion." He said in a mocking way, many Slytherin's openly laughed. They didn't fear retaliation in this class, in fact in this one they didn't even bother hiding the 'Potter stinks' feature of the buttons.
"Good morning to you professor," Harry smiled. "is that jealousy I detect or are you just happy to see me? I can never quite tell with you." He said, the days of taking shit from Snape were over.
"Quiet Potter!" Snape snapped. "That's ten points from Gryffindor! Sit down!"
"You know sir, people respond to you as long as they can hear you. There's no need to be so loud." Harry replied while tutting his teeth and giving Snape a disapproving shake of the head before he looked around. Usually he'd sit with Granger or Ron but that was clearly not a good idea, thankfully today was one of the days where he could work on his own so he sat at the first free desk he could find.
"That's ten more points Potter!" Snape said before he turned around and waved his wand, instructions appeared on the board before he turned back to the class. "Begin!" He ordered.
Harry rolled his eyes at the dramatic man and got to work, partway through the potion he felt Snape's presence behind him and felt the man's disgusting breath on his neck, he could easily imagine the man sneering behind him.
"Sir...I hate to break it to you...but I'm straight." Harry confessed as he looked back to Snape, who was indeed sneering.
"What?!" Snape demanded.
"Honestly sir," Harry tutted. "first you're rude, then you get ridiculously close to me then you act confused. What is up with these mixed signals?" He asked in a fake confused voice, the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's around him looked at him with disbelief, not entirely sure they were actually seeing someone talk to Snape like this.
"What...did...you...say Potter?" Snape demanded in a low voice.
"It's alright sir, we all have different ways of handling rejection." Harry smiled at him, rather enjoying himself.
"Excuse me," A voice interrupted before Snape could say anything, everyone turned to see third year Gryffindor Colin Creevey standing in the doorway. "Harry Potter needs to come with me. He's needed for the tri-wizard tournament."
"Well that's my cue," Harry said under his breath as he quickly packed up his things, glad for any excuse to get away from Snape. Seriously what was Dumbledore drinking when he hired this man to teach kids. "bye Professor, may we never meet again." Harry said before rushing out the classroom and closing the door. "Creevey I never thought I'd say this but I am glad to see you." Harry said as he followed the boy.
"Uh...thanks!" Colin beamed, just glad for the compliment.
"Now what the hell do you need me for?" Harry asked.
"There's an interview that you have to go to for the tournament." Colin explained. "I bet this is really exciting for you, being in this tournament and..."
"Colin," Harry interrupted. "I really need quiet right now so I'm not really in the mood to hear you talk." He said bluntly.
"Oh...okay." Colin shrugged. Harry was tempted to question the boy on how quickly he accepted that but decided against it. "It's in there." Colin pointed when they arrived at the room.
"Alrighty then." Harry said before he entered the room and slammed the door shut before Colin could respond. Once he was inside he found other school headmasters were there, along with Dumbledore, Ludo Bagman, Barty Crouch, one fairly attractive woman with curly blonde hair and a little bit too much make up, a camera man and Olivander.
"Ah Harry! Glad you could make it!" Ludo Bagman said in a cheerful voice.
"Well it's not like I had much of a choice," Harry rolled his eyes. "so what is this anyway?"
"You don't know?" Ludo asked.
"I don't even know how I'm in the bloody tournament, forget whatever this is." Harry said as he gestured around the room.
"Mr Potter, this is the weighing of the wands ceremony." Dumbledore explained while also giving him a disapproving look due to his language. "Your wand will be checked to make sure it's adequate for the tournament."
"Yes," Ludo Bagman nodded just as the woman with the curly hair walked up to him. "oh this is Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the daily prophet. She's here to do a small piece on the tournament."
"Now Ludo, I don't think it'll be a small piece," She gently corrected before looking at Harry with a calculating look. "Mr Potter, how about a quick interview?"
"How about an offer?" Harry countered.
"An offer?" Rita asked, her eyes lit up curiously.
"I want to wait and see what you write about this tournament, make your first article good and I'll give you an interview with me." Harry answered. "I've never given an interview before so if I am going to do my first interview I'd like it to be with someone competent. Prove to me how good you are and I'll give you the first ever interview with the boy-who-lived. How does that sound?" Harry asked with a small grin, his fame while annoying had its perks. He could see the cogs turning in her head.
"Very well, but be prepared to give that interview." She replied.
"Gladly Miss Skeeter, I look forward to it." Harry grinned. "Shall we begin?" Harry asked the others, Dumbledore gave him an odd look before they actually started.
"Mademoiselle Delacour," Olivander said "could we have you first please?" He asked, gesturing for her to hand her wand to him. Fleur removed her wand and handed it to the old wandmaker who began studying it. "Ah, nine and a half inches...inflexible...rose wood...and the core...it's..."
"Veela hair," Fleur said proudly "it belonged to my grandmother." Olivander nodded and tested the wand, once he was satisfied he handed it back. He then tested Cedric's twelve and a quarter inch unicorn hair wand and found it to be satisfactory, after that he moved onto Krum.