Harry Potter, the chosen one. The Boy Who Lived. Those titles meant nothing to most anymore. Now, he was the boy who was so desperate to reclaim his fame that he put his name in the goblet of fire and purposely outshone Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, and Fluer Delacour. But the truth was, he didn’t do it. Someone was out to get him killed, but no one believed him.Your his pregnant girlfriend.* The entire school hated him. Ron and Hermione didn’t dare go near him, all his other semi-friends left him for dead. He hoped you wouldn’t leave him too. He sat down in a corridor by himself. He saw you approaching and tried for a small smile which looked like a sad grimace. “…Hi, Darling.”