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Harry's pov

The four of us champions stood together while we waited for pictures. Fleur was doing something with her hair, Krum was spacing out, and Cedric was straightening his robes. Cedric started walking toward me. He shoved his hands in his pocket and started talking to me.

"Hey, do you happen to know Y/n? Y/n L/n?" He asked.
My cheeks started heating up for some reason and my breath hitched.
"Y-y/n? Um y-yeah I know her."
"She seems interesting. Are you guys close at all?" He asked, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.
"Oh uh-"

"What a charismatic quartet. Hello!"
A woman with bright robes and blonde hair approached us. She shook all of our hands in turn.
"I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" She directed at Fleur. "What mysteries do the muscles mask?" She asked Krum. "Does courage lie beneath those curls?" She said to Cedric. "In short, what makes a champion tick? Me, myself, and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, we start with the youngest. Lovely!"

She grabbed my hand and led me to a spare closet. (That sounds kinda wrong not gonna lie)

"This is cosy!" She said.
"It's a broom cupboard."
"You should feel right at home then," she said getting out a quill and some parchment. "Don't mind if I use the quill do you?"
"Oh, no."
"So Harry, here you sit, a mere boy of twelve-"
"I'm fourteen."
"-about to compete against three students. Not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?"
"I dunno. I haven't really thought about it."
"Course you're not just any ordinary boy of twelve are you-"
"Fourteen."
"The story's legend. Do you think it was the trama of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?"
"I didn't enter."
"Course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel Harry." She glanced at whatever the quill was writing. "Scratch that last. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic death wish."
I looked at what the quill wrote.
"Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past."

Later that night, I watched an owl fly toward me. It grabbed the letter it was carrying and read Sirius's letter.

Harry,  I couldn't risk sending Hedwig. Since the World Cup, the Ministry's been intercepting more and more owls and she's too easily recognized. We need to talk Harry. Face to face. Meet me in the Gryffindor common room at one o clock this Saturday night and make sure you're alone.
P.s. the bird bites

Your pov

"Un autre putain de jour," I groaned as rolled out of bed.
All of the other girls in my dormitory were already out of bed. I got ready for the day and headed down to the great hall. When I got there, I saw Ron sitting with two Gryffindors that I didn't know and Harry was sitting alone. I sat down next to Harry.
"G'morning Harry."
He looked up at me and was clearly surprised someone had talked to him.
"O-oh good morning."
"Um," I glanced at where Ron was sitting. "Is everything okay?"
"Well, not exactly."
He got up and shoved his incomplete essays in his bag.
"Wanna go to the lake?" He asked.

We left the great hall and started walking toward the lake. We walked down the grassy hills until we reached the dark shade of the trees that surrounded the dark waters.
We sat down in the shade and I looked at Harry, smiling softly as if to say 'do you want to talk?' He took a deep breath and started to explain.
"It's just that everyone thinks I put my name in and I didn't. And now they all think I'm looking for attention. Ron isn't even my friend anymore and it's just not the same."
I scooted closer to the dark haired boy and looked into his emerald eyes.
"Harry, I'm here for you and I'm not the only one. Once they see you on the first task, they're going to regret ever ignoring you."

He sighed and we stayed like that for a while until we heard someone coming. Neville Longbottom stood by the lake reading.
"Amazing!" He muttered.
"Magical water plants of the highland lochs?" Harry asked, reading the cover.
"Moody gave it to me. That day we had tea."

He waved to someone behind us. Ron and Hermione were walking toward us but stopped before they could get close enough to talk. Ron and Harry seemed to be staring each other down. Ron whispered something to Hermione and she cast an uncomfortable look at me. She walked the remaining few feet between Ron and Harry.

"Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid was looking for you," she said.
"Is that right? Well—what?" Harry asked.
"Uhh..."
She walked back to Ron who whispered something in her ear again. Then she walked back to us.
"Dean was told by Parvati that... please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for you."
"Well you can tell Ronald—"
"I'm not an owl!"

The next morning, I met Harry in the Great Hall. After we ate we walked through the halls where badges flashed at us saying 'Potter stinks' and 'I support Cedric Diggory'. Students were tossing insults left and right. I gripped Harry's hand unaware of his now blushing face and we continued to the greenhouse. We pushed through the crowds of students until we got to Cedric and his gang.

"Hey Y/n," he said, quickly glancing at my hand which was still intertwined with Harry's.
"Hi Cedric."
I put my hands in my robe pockets (they better have pockets) Harry went up to Cedric, asked him something, and they walked away from the group of Hufflepuffs who were now whispered amongst themselves and stealing nervous and curious looks at me, Harry, and Cedric. After just a minute or so, Harry walked back to me and we started toward our next class. Ron and another Gryffindor who's name was something like Seamus came our way. Harry stormed at Ron and I backed away not wanting to get in that mess.
"You're a right foul git you know that?" He told Ron.
"You think so?" Ron said.
"I know so."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah. Stay away from me," Harry snapped. I found this a little weird considering he was the one that approached Ron in the first place.
"Fine," Ron huffed.

I caught up to Harry and gave Ron and Seamus an apologetic look as I passed.
"Why so tense Potter?" A Slytherin called from a nearby tree. "My father and I have a bet you see. I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five."
Harry turned to the blonde haired boy already fired up from his encounter with Ron.
"I don't give a damn what you or your father thinks, Malfoy. He's vile and cruel, and you're just pathetic."

Harry started walking away but not after I noticed Malfoy reach for his wand.
"Harry!" I called out.
Before Malfoy could do anything, Mad-Eye had transfigurated him into a ferret.
"That'll teach you to cast when someone's back is turned," Moody scolded as McGonagall came hurrying into the courtyard.
"Professor Moody what are you doing?" She asked frantically.
"Teaching."
"Is that a student?"
"Technically it's a ferret."
Moody continued to wave Malfoy around in the air with his wand. He sent the ferret up a Slytherin's pants and gave Harry a small wink. Malfoy soon was transfigured back and ran off saying "my father will hear about this!"

"Is that a threat!?" Moody yelled after him. "I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair boy! It doesn't end here!"
"We never use transfiguration as a punishment. Surely Dumbledore told you that," McGonagall addressed Moody.
"He might've mentioned it."
"Well you will do well to remember it."
Moody then turned to Harry and I.
"Come with me. Not you y/n. Just Harry."
Harry gave a reproachful look and walked with Moody.

Ron's pov
"What is wrong with Harry?!" I cried.
Seamus looked at me and shrugged.
"I don't know," he said. "Did you see who he was with though?"
"Y/n? Yeah, why?" I said getting suddenly defensive. If this peanut poop head really was going to try and get with y/n, he was very wrong. (Idk what that insult is lol) I've only known her for a month or so but still.
"Well she was bloody cute wasn't she?" Seamus went on.
"I suppose."
"Do you think Harry's dating her?"
"I don't know!" I shouted. Honestly if Harry even thought of asking out y/n I don't think I could even look at him again.
"Sorry Seamus. I'm just kinda...stressed."
"Sorry mate. I get it."

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