Author's note: Any and all HP characters belong to JKR. Some material was used for story, obviously. This is my first story. Unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.
The time had come for the Hogwarts champion to be called. Viktor Krum had been called as the Durmstrang champion and Fleur Delacour had been chosen as the Beauxbatons.
The flames of the goblet turned red once again and the tongue of flame spit out a third piece of parchment. Dumbledore caught it and held it up.
"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cassius Warrington!"
There was a brief moment of silence before the school erupted into pandemonium. The Slytherin table exploded into cheers and there was some polite applause from the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Ron seemed to have roused himself first and began to shout "No!"
Ron's shout seemed to spur the other Houses into giving some form of reaction—a few of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs clapped politely while other members of their Houses booed and jeered. The Gryffindor table were the loudest in their displeasure. Most of them were calling for a redraw.
Cassius stood up slowly and deliberately straightened his shoulders. As walked up the row, head held high as his Housemates clapped him on the back and continued to cheer him on, he did not turn to acknowledge anyone. He remained indifferent to his surroundings, nodding once at Snape, before passing through the door behind the teachers' table.
Ron turned to Harry, "We can't have a Slytherin champion! Even a Hufflepuff would have been better than a bloody Slytherin! How can we be expected to cheer for that snake?!"
Before Harry could reply, Dumbledore spoke. "Excellent!" The Great Hall quieted. "We now have our three champions. I am sure I can count on all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support. By cheering on your champion—"
Dumbledore had stopped speaking. The Goblet's flames had turned red again and another tongue of flame had shot out. The Great Hall was silent as Dumbledore reached out and grabbed the piece of parchment. He stared at it silently and everyone in the room stared at him intently, waiting on him to speak. Dumbledore called out softly, "Harry Potter".