✨Y O U R C H O S E N O N E ✨ { harry potter x reader}

annoying skeeter

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Man this skeeter woman is annoying already!

"now who is feeling to share?, no one?, well let's start with the youngest ones then, lovely" she says

And grabs me and harry by the robes and pushes us in a broom closet

"this is cozy"

"no even for a first year" I say

"this is a broom cupboard" harry says raising his eyebrows

"well, you should feel home then" she says to harry

How is harry not backfiring?

"now tell me, harry potter and y/n Gryffindor, mere children of 12—"

"fourteen" harry corrects her

"about to compete three students not just vastly more mature than you two, but, have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest day dreams"

"well, harry and I happened to bright and not to mention clever enough to beat a wizard just like us" I speak sassily

Harry actually wasn't paying much attention, he was noticing what rubbish the quill was writing

"just ignore the quill, because you two are no ordinary children of twelve are you?, your stories are legend"

"we're fourteen for merlin's sake woman!" I spoke annoyed

"now was it the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter this tournament?"

"no we didn't enter—" harry began

"of course you didn't, everyone loves a rebel you know" she winks

"scratch that last"

"now if your parents were alive would they be proud or concerned?, would they think that you need more attention or is it just a phsycotic death wish?"

Harry nudges me and points at a line

Oh, i. am . offended

"hey! Our eyes aren't glistening with the ghost of our past!" I yelled, grabbed harry by the arm and busted out of the cupboard

"nightmare she is" I say loudly

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Okay, so, I don't have the faintest idea how dad is gonna meet us "face to face"

I picked up the prophet,

"y/n Gryffindor and harry potter, mere children of twelve, their eyes swimming with the ghost of their pasts" I crumbled it and began to crush it with my foot

"oi!y/n" harry calls me over to the fireplace

I see the fire taking shape of a face, very, very familiar face

"dad?!"

"okay, now listen you two, I don't have much time, now did you or did you two not put your names in the cup?" he asked

"no!" I yell

"shh, shh, I had to ask, now tell me about this new dream of yours with wormtail, voldermort and who was this third man in the room?"

"we don't know actually" harry said

"but you know what, when harry, you were unconscious at the worldcup, that third man in the room conjured the dark mark that night, but it's just a dream right?" I said

"yeah, It's just a dream" he assures

"now the incident at the cup, your names coming out of the goblet and your dreams, this isn't normal anymore, Hogwarts isn't safe anymore!"

"what do you mean?" harry spoke

"I mean, the devil is within the walls, igor karkaroff, was a deatheater, but no one, no one stops being a death eater. Barty crouch, heart of a stone, sent his own son to Azkaban, and the person who has put your names in the cup, IS NO FRIEND OF YOURS, people die in this tournament!"

I panicked a little

"we're not ready for this dad!"

"I'm sorry but you don't have a choice, someone's coming, keep your friends close no matter what! Especially each other!, love you both" he spoke very quickly and then the fire went out

Ron came down the stairs

"who were you two talking to?"

Ron was not on good terms with me and harry

But he was the worst with harry

"to eachother" harry said in a sassy 'duh' tone

"yeah sure, probably practicing for another interview" he scoffed and went upstairs

"what are gonna do now?" I asked

"dunno" he sighed

I rest my head on his shoulder

 "we still have hermione" I suggested

"yeah" he sadly smiled