Harry could not remember any time Peeves had been serious about anything; he was always quite "mad". Just a few more minutes and then he should be able to leave this forsaken house and his so-called relatives.
What was really irksome, and had been weighing on his mind, was that he really should not even be here.
He now knew he had a live, honest-to-goodness, godfather -- someone who cared for him and wanted Harry to live with him.
Yet, even though he was now fourteen, he was not allowed to decide where he was to live.
""Your name on the paper in your own hand indicates your willingness," Dumbledore told him with what sounded like a tired voice.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but you will have to participate in the Tournament."Bagman brightened.
"If it's your writing, you put it in there.""No, I didn't! And where would it have come from since the Goblet will not accept forgeries?
""Because, if you look at it, you'll see my name is on one line," Harry started explaining.The unbelievable situation continued as everyone tried to figure out how his name had gotten into the Goblet of Fire."Are you sure you did not find some way to put your name in, Harry?" Dumbledore asked for the third time."Yes, Headmaster, very sure." Then an idea came to him. While there was no school listed, the name there was his and appeared to be his handwriting.Funny thing is, I had trouble not adding some things, so it's about the size of a five chapter story, but I wanted it to be a one-shot, so here's the story in its entirety.Origin of the story is at the bottom so I don't give anything way too soon. The title is a play on words of a certain soft-drink slogan.Cheers:- Harry Potter: The Un-Champion Harry was really peeved as he waited for Mr.