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Chapter 10.1- Doom Days

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It turns out I was wrong, I thought to myself as I stared at the Daily prophet and rubbed at my forehead. Part of me had been sure that their sense of national pride would overcome whatever urge they had to be sensational and sell copies. I had been sure that they would have leaned on the gap between Krum and I. The difference between our performances. I had laid it up for them perfectly on a platter. One didn’t need to be a writer of any skill to tell the story that I knew people would have a good time reading. And yet instead of Krum’s broken form next to my triumphant one, all that the front page of the prophet had was a moving picture of me wearing a flat expressionless face before shifting to a furious scowl as I tore my wand through the wand motions of the killing curse and then green flashed across my skin.

The headline did not do me any factors either. “Boy-Who-Lived Emerges Victorious in TriWizard by using Unforgivable Dark Magic”. A nice play on words there, I could admit. Unforgivable to mean bad, and Unforgivable to mean those spells that were so reviled that they commanded a lifetime stay in Azkaban for their mere use. The article completely ignored the magic I used leading up to the killing curse. Runic magic was deemed unwieldy by most of wizardkind and I’d used it in combat. I used multiple complex transfigurations. I’d fucking plucked lightning from the very skies and shoved it at a mythical hellhound and none of that mattered. Just the last three fucking seconds was all they cared to show the adoring wizarding public.

“Fire!” Someone screamed from off to the side, and only then did I notice that the copy of the Prophet that I’d been looking at had erupted in flames. I scrambled from my wand and muttered “exstinguere” to kill the flames.