A/N: Random thought I had earlier.
"Harry Potter is the fourth Tri Wizard Champion." Said Mr. Crouch to angry mob….er, I mean the gentle crowd of wizards and witches. There were mixed feelings in the group to be sure regarding this…development.
"I don't want to participate." Said Harry.
"There's nothing that can be done my boy." Said Dumbledore.
Harry walked right up to Dumbledore, looked him in the eye, then reached back and pimp slapped the fuck out of the old man. Hard. Very Hard. Like he was a hoe short a c note. The room was deathly quiet.
"I have just assaulted one of the judges for the tournament. As per the rules, this is ground for being disqualified. And since I publicly admitted guilt, disqualification is automatic." Mouths dropped in shock at Harry. "I really don't want to be in this tournament."
"How did you know about that rule?" asked a stunned Mr. Crouch. Standing behind him was a pissed off looking Moody.
"With Hermione Granger as my best friend, I heard just about every rule to this tournament over breakfast since beginning of the term."
"But did you have to strike me so hard Harry?" asked Dumbledore, crying like the bitch that he is.
"It was therapeutic."