Y/n pov
It's the final task today.
The task no one can watch them in.
The task anyone could die in.
The task that determines the champion.
The task anyone could get hurt,lose there wand, and get stuck in.
The task that determines their futures.
The task everything has come down to.
The task all those nights studying spells and helping harry are coming into play.
The task harry could die in.
The task fluer could die in.
The task they could get seriously hurt in.
The task-
"Y/n." Hermione says snapping her fingers in front of my face.
"Huh." I say.
"Your staring at Ron." Hermione says.
(Let me just. Changes title to Ron Weasley X reader.)
"I'm not I'm looking at the wall behind him." I say.
"What's on your mind y/n?" Harry asks
"Nothing." I lie.
"Come on y/n I can tell your lying. What's up." Harry says.
"I said nothing." I say snapping at him.
He looks taken back at my sudden out burst.
"Sorry harry I'm just worried about fluer." I say.
"Oh so your not worried about me." Harry says.
"No not really I know you are prepared but I don't know about fluer." I say.
"So I could die in the maze and you wouldn't care." Harry says.
"Well I would care but not as much if fluer dies." I lie.
"Good to know." Harry says.
"They are so in love." Ron says.
Harry and I both turn to him. Just as I was going to say something the post owls appeared.
One stopped by Harry. It is a good-luck card from Sirius. It was only a piece of parchment, folded over and bearing a muddy paw print on its front.
A screech owl arrived for Hermione, carrying her morning copy of the Daily Prophet as usual. She unfolded the paper, glanced at the front page, and spat out a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over it.
"What?" Harry ,Ron, and I say
"Nothing," says Hermione quickly, trying to shove the paper out of sight, but Ron grabbed it.
He stared at the headline and said, "No way. Not today. That old cow."
"What?" Asks Harry.
"Rita Skeeter again?" I say.
"No," said Ron, and just like Hermione, he attempted to push the paper out of sight.
"It's about me, isn't it?" says Harry.
"No," said Ron, in an entirely unconvincing tone.
Draco Malfoy shouts across the Great Hall from the Slytherin table.
"Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? You feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?"
Malfoy was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet too. Slytherins up and down the table were sniggering, twisting in their seats to see Harry's reaction.
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A Proper lady ( Harry Potter X Reader female)
Fanfictiony/n McGonagall is Minnie McGonagall's granddaughter. She is expelled from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for something. She comes back to Hogwarts and becomes friends with the golden trio. She starts catching feelings for the chosen one. " YOU HAVE TO...
